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I have a huge fetish for pantyhose. I am 24 and my sister (35) wears them all the time.
I keep fantasizing about her legs and her feet, I’ve even secretly taken pictures of her wearing tights and masturbated to them.
Basically, my sister’s sudden affinity for wearing pantyhose has made me think of her in taboo ways.
I first masturbated when I was 13 and shared a bed with my sister. And now at 17 I still masturbate with her in the room (no incest kind of thing) I'm just used to not having my own room. But since I'm headed to college I'm going to be able maybe get my own dorm room and masturbate all I'd like and I can't wait for that experience.
I frequently have sex with my wife's sister. She is older, shorter, has bigger tits and is a better fuck then my wife.
I'm involved in an on-going relationship with my brothers wife, even though I am engaged to someone else. I am truthfully 100% madly in love with them both.
At the birthday party of my little sister (it was her 7th birthday) I put vodka into the bowle so the kids get funnier.
#alcohol #vodka #birthday #party #sister #bowle #kids #funny
I am a 22 year old white male. I enjoy flashing my cock to anyone who is willing to look over. I am trying to tell my story on this website. This is a great website.
So, this segment has happened multiple times but I will only tell you about one, the other times happened exactly like this but just more then once. So, when my sister was in her room and I was in mine, but we were getting ready or she was going to go downstairs soon. I would drop my pants, either to take a shower or change, but instead of going straight to the shower or other clothes. I would openly jack off in my door way so my sister had no way of missing it while she walked down the stair. That are right next to my room's door. I would be standing there with my cock in hand and stroking fast, waiting for her to come out and look right in my room at my cock. She never disappointed. It was always a thrill for her to see me jerking off in my room.
When I was 12 I watched my older sisters shower, dress, and sometimes masturbate. That is when I remember first getting a hardon. And it led to me masturbating. They never new I watched and jacked off thinking of their hot bodies. Now I am embarressed that this happened.
I don't understand the idea that there is always a fight between brothers and sisters. I have a brother and a sister, both older than me and we always get along well. When my sister and I were still in high school, our brother had already been in the world of work for some years and had already married.
My brother is quite physically trained, while my sister always dresses to attract attention: ripped jeans or tight leather pants, jacket to show a little belly or hips or neckline, chocolate lipstick and Sharon Stone blonde hair. I was more like a slightly skinny version of Brandon Sanderson, with Tom Selleck's body hair and Adam Drive's face. I was not bullied, because my sister always protected me.
However, it happened that someone made fun of me as a nerd and I felt bad. I once declared myself to a girl I liked, a very beautiful girl. She was a year older than me, she had black skin, long straight hair and a nice face. I had written for her a poem and given her some flowers, but she had turned me down and one of her friends had commented that if she was going to go with a white man, certainly not with me.
I took refuge in the bathroom crying and I hear people enter: they were two students of the school football team, including my sister's boyfriend. We know each other and he is a good person. Selling me in this state, he goes to call my sister. When she arrives, entering the "boys' bathroom", she pushes her boyfriend and her friend out the door and we are left alone.
I explain the situation to her and she consoles me that it will be only for these years in school and that everything will be different outside. But I wanted to put those people in the wrong who make me feel bad. So my sister gets an idea, but she said to must not to tell this thing to anyone. I accept.
So she puts her chocolate lipstick in front of the mirror, turns to me and she to me to closes my eyes. I feel her kissing me on the neck, cheek, forehead, eyelid, nose and finally on the lips as well, giving more pressure to this point. I was confused, but she explains to me that in this way I would make others jealous about I been kissed by a girl with an anonymous identity.
My older sister is a lesbian. We where never close, she resented me as child and am sure did most of out adult life.
After mom told her that I build a Finnish Sauna in our backyard, she came by to 'check it out' and get a 'sweat going'.
This is the first time that I seen her nude.
Why do most lesbians let themselves go in such a way?
The only good thing on her body are (in my opinion) her saggy boobs that would wrap nice around my penis.
Shaved pussy, labia swells up in heat, spare tires around her mid.
Me and my sister are in a more or less love-hate relationship. We like each other but we don't show it.
We are mean, mad and bitchy to each other. So we love to play tricks on each other. But in the last few months, we get meaner and meaner to each other. She shaved off my left eyebrow while I was sleeping, so I glued her mouth together and so on.
Now, she painted a huge penis on my car (and I can't get it off!) and now I want revenge!
She got a new body piercing yesterday (on the lip) and she has to clean it every day twice with some disinfectant spray. I exchanged this spray with a mixture of dog urine, liquor and dirt.
Hahaha, payback's a bitch, bitch!!
I confess that I envy my sister's life.
She's perfect. She has a sweet and caring boyfriend, she only has good grades, she has fantastic friends, she is very good in sports, she gets her own money by working in a bakery (she's really good at baking too) and my parents adore her.
I am only the fat younger sister with bad grades and no friends.
It's terrible! I wish my sister wasn't born. Everything would have happened differently....
I am drinking. I drink every day, all day. But I don't drink the normal booze like everyone else I really enjoy the expensive booze. Champagne especially. And to get drunk I need a looooot of champagne.
I am broke too. The money is from my sister's secret hiding place. She doesn't know what I do.
My idiot sister in law got drunk at a party in June at her other sisters up in Pennsylvania. We were staying there for the weekend too for their daughters high school graduation and was flirting with her husband all night telling him that she was "gonna get you tonight!" when they went to bed later.
She got so drunk that she went in the wrong guestroom and gave me a blowjob,I had laid down because my back hurt and I was tired from the long drive, before she passed out drunk.
She's pretty, slim but is a drunk and at 33 she is starting to look older from all the boozing most likely.
She was calling me "Bill", her husbands name, and gave a helluva blowjob I have to admit.
I came in her mouth.
I didn't fuck her because she passed out but I probably would've if she'd stayed awake.
I doubt she even remembers giving the blowjob she was so drunk.
I never told my wife.
Maybe it's not the right way to do it, but I'd like to thank my friend Dave for being there for me.
Thanks buddy! You can't imagine how grateful I am that I can call you my friend.
My life has always been very rough.
I had problems with the asshole of stepfather, he was very cruel to me, my little sister Trish and my mom. He beaten us up, got totally drunk and I often saw him going into the bedroom of Trish at night but I was too scared to tell anybody. I am such a dick! Why haven't I told someone?
I moved out, left my beloved little sister behind; that was 4 years ago... Trish was 12 to that time.
I was in therapy for the last months! My sister is dead... she killed herself about a year ago. She didn't say anything before she did it. The last year I had to life with the certainty that it's my fault that she's dead now!! My baby little sister is dead... I just had to say somethin about our stepfather but I didn't!
All of my friends abandoned me; they said I could have done something against it.....
Only Dave was behind my back all the time.. I am not good right now but just because of him, I am able to live.
Thanks bro!
#sister #sin #stepfather #dead #suicide
I want to have an online sexting relationship or experiences where a sexy lady and me sext but she mails me her panties.. and also other sexy females panties like maybe a daughters or friends or a .. and then share that fantasy with me as I'm jacking off multiple times daily to her or with her panties or her daughters panties feeling them on my face and lips... Smelling her... Tasting her.. and you as I furiously stroke my cock because of your endorphins driving me wild .. while you tell me things about your friend or mom or .. mmmmm it's so Hot...
#fetish #mom #daughter #sister #family #panties #sexting #fantasies
On night after fucking my wife I made some coffee for us , I noticed a blob of cum hanging from my dick and on the spur of the moment wiped my dick in my wife's cup. With the creamer we use I found no trace of it in the cup and my wife did not notice it at all.
My sister in-law often visits and whenever I get the opportunity I but a load of cum in her coffee cup, Most of her friends have drank my cum and never noticed a thing.
I get to wank often now and i make sure we do not run out of coffee creamer.
I'll admit it: I'm human and I get so envious of others and how much is going on in their lives and I hate myself for it. I hate that I even have these feelings in the first place because my life is my own and I have made the choices I have made that have led me to today. No one else made them for me and for the most part, my life really isn't that bad. I don't need to have the biggest and the best house, job, car, etc... I've got somewhere to live, a nice enough car, a cat, plenty of wine and a decent job. What more should I want for besides someone to share my life with and maybe some actual friends? I'm working on it!
In the end it just feels like it's not enough when my sister comes over and I get so angry at myself because normally I like my life and who I am and it's not her fault that she makes me feel jealous and stupid. I should be the bigger person and just let this go but she seems to be a like a storm: something that just comes along with all it's thunder and lightning and their's nothing you can do to halt it's approach. It's a cycle and by the time she leaves or I leave every time we get together, I almost feel like I'm in physical pain from the press of holding my emotions in check. I always end up balling like a pathetic idiot just to release some of the tension. Often I have trouble breathing. It's almost like a panic attack is induced or something and I just don't get it.
To give you some background, my sister is two years younger than me and 20 kilos lighter. I'd probably say I am the prettier of the two of us even if I am overweight although she has a nicer smile and definitely knows how to dress. We grew up in a small town and I was the only farm girl in my year group with the other 9 girls being town girls. It was just two different worlds. I grew up liking the outdoors and using my imagination but the townies liked sitting around and gossiping about boys and clothes, etc. My sister on the other hand, had four other girls her age who grew up on farms and they all became fast friends. I went through school going from friend to friend and as a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. Don't worry, that's not the case so much these days but I just don't get people like she does and despite trying to be a laid back person, I just seem to be so sensitive. I can't handle it when people let me down or don't live up to my expectations. It also doesn't help that we have so many of the same interests. We worked for similar companies, we both like reading, writing, art, cooking and sewing. I feel like I can never be an individual and I am too embarrassed to show any of my artwork to my family who scorned the fact that I like(d) manga & anime when I was younger and still do. I am the black sheep of the family and if my own parents and siblings judge me for my tastes so much then other people outside the family certainly will. However she likes country music which is still in the 'safe' category. She gets teased for being into it but she doesn't get scorned whereas a lot of people in Western society see an anime episode and just see it as a cartoon when many animes can be very violent and for adults only. I don't like them for being cartoons alright. I like then because I like entertainment. I'll watch/read almost anything but I particularly like anime because it is not as constrained as Western stories/cartoons. It mixes my two favourite mediums together after all: stories and art. But no, apparently I am childish and immature when I'd probably say I am MORE mature simply because I have broadened my horizons and I am interested in all sorts of areas.
Moving along: she met her future husband when she was 19 and that was it. She's married a lovely man in a beautiful ceremony and now she's six weeks out from having her first child. Her life isn't perfect by any means but she couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start. She lives in a brand new, enormous house on a massive farm. She's rich and she has horses, dogs, a cat, a big garden and an amazing car and she's only 25. There's no doubt about it: she knows what she wants in life and she gets it. Not only that, she's really pretty and can flirt like there's no tomorrow. She is a great conversationalist and always the centre of attention. She's confident and self assured. Guys are always hitting on her. She even told me that a workman from a neighbouring farm hit on her last week and she's married and 7 1/2 months pregnant!!! What the heck?!
It's no wonder I feel fat, frumpy and tongue tied when she's around. Our conversation largely consists of her and her life and her calling me a dag because apparently I have an odd sense of humour. So what if I'm quirky? So what if I haven't had a boyfriend (and god knows if I ever will since my flirting skills suck so much - I'm shy alright! That doesn't mean I won't say yes if you ask me! Why should I have to ask? Not all girls have to be confident because surely not all guys find that sexy?) We talk about her all the time and how great her sex life is and how much of a pain it is to be pregnant. You know some of us are terrified that we're going to end up alone and never have any children of our own! And if I dare complain about it's the same old, "well you just need to be more confident and flirt. Nothing will come to you if you don't put yourself out there." Yeah well I don't want to simper and fawn! I want to meet someone who will talk with me and make me feel comfortable. I am shy and I don't want to be rushed into something and expected to have sex on the first date. I don't like touching someone as a form of flirting because frankly I'd be a little alarmed if some guy did that to me the first time we met and started talking. She never asks me what's going on in my life and she's constantly making me feel like an idiot because she always has such a tremendously strong opinion that you doubt yourself and start believing that maybe she is right.
I don't like her freakin friend okay! (Something we argue about more than anything else) And I am effin' entitled to my opinion! She's a horrible person who has upset all the other friends in their social circle and my sister still can't see it. This person didn't come to the hen's night and on the wedding night, after I had given my speech, she decided to upstage me by doing her own speech. She tried to make it look like she wasn't getting up on her soap box by making the other two bridemaids get up there with her - one of which was quite drunk and going through some horrible family issues and all three of them made terrible speeches. And then, my sister blames the drunk one and says how dare she do that on my sister's wedding night instead of caring about how much her friend is hurting. I mean, who does that? Yes, your wedding is a very special day and your friends should leave their problems at home but life happens and I can't believe she can be so on the side of one friend (who everyone else hates) and so mad at another who has been a far longer friend and had a lot of things going on in her life and was dragged into making a speech that she never should have had to make.
In the end it is so humiliating to be jealous of her and I am trying so hard to be me and improve in my own way and I should be grateful to have advice from her (or so everyone and my conscious keeps telling me) but you know what? I don't freakin' want any of it!!! I don't want these feelings and I just want to be me. I want to be able to see her and not have a complete meltdown. Is that too much to ask for? I want to have a few of my own wins in life and I want to freakin do it myself! I don't need advice from someone who's basically got lucky. Yeah I admit I thought and probably still think I am smarter and more widely read than her. I admit that I did better in school than her and thought that I was always better than her and I freakin hate that I even thought that in the first place because I never thought I was that type of person. I hate myself and I hate that I do that as well and that I am so freakin hard on myself. I just wish my chaotic thoughts would take a backseat for a change and leave me the alone because you know what? Life is meant to be enjoyed and not endured and right now I just can't figure out how to enjoy it at all. I don't want to feel like I am struggling because I want to feel like I am being challenged and I want to enjoy the journey instead of constantly feeling exhausted by my feelings.
#jealous #sister #friends #sad #upset #panic #attack #meltdown #envious #envy #my #life #hate #myself
Last year I gave my first bj. My teacher offered a better grade if I would blow him. I immediately said no. And after a few days of thought I changed my mind. I think it was just the thrill of it because an A instead of a B was not a big deal. When I told him OK we planned a ride in his car. He drove and I sucked but mostly played with his cock until he came. It was shocking and disgustingly messy. I realized I had no idea what to do, but it worked. I liked that he loved it and wanted to know how to do it better. Without a boyfriend I went for my sister's because he was cute and I knew he liked me. He was more than eager to teach me. It went further than I planned and he took my virginity. We ended up fucking like rabbits every chance we could until my sister caught us. Now he is banned and my sister won't talk to me. She says I am a slut. I was so busy fucking I still don't know how to a good blowjob.
#teacher #bj #sister #boyfriend #fuck #horny #virgin #16 #curious
8 years ago, my wife Pam and I were going through a very rough time. We were certainly heading towards divorcing. We had married too young and didn't know how, or weren't willing to, compromise. We were separated, but still living together. It had only been a couple weeks and neither one of us had made other living arrangements yet. I was 23 at the time. I'm a 6'4" white guy, in decent shape. I've gotten myself into a few questionable situations over the years,
My wife has an adopted sister, Melissa, or Mel. They had kind of a rough upbringing together, but have grown closer as they've gotten older. My wife is of mixed race - her mom is black and her dad Mexican and white. Melissa was also mixed. Her parents were black and Mexican. By the time I met my wife, Mel was already living out of state, with her husband and 2 kids. His job required them to relocate. I met Melissa for the first time when she finally visited us, after we had been married for about a year and a half. She wasn't even at our wedding. She visited us by herself. She and he husband were also having a rough time during those days.
The plan was for her to visit for a week. The first 3 days, Mel and Pam would go do things during the day, while I went to work. When I'd get home, we'd all just drink and bullshit with each other. The next day, I had off from work. They did their thing, but I started drinking well before they got home. They joined in soon after they got home. It was an especially fun night. We all talked and talked and talked. However, even at her best, Mel can be a bit rude and kind of a bitch.
I've always been very sexually attracted to my wife. I still am today. She's always caught my eye. But, that night, it was Mel who stole the show. She was wearing this short jean skirt that had me trying to sneak a peek every time she'd look away while she was sitting down. Her top was very flattering. She's got a nice body in general. Great legs and nice, round ass. Big enough tits to have enough cleavage to keep my eyes trying to catch a glimpse down her shirt. She's maybe 5'6", so I tower over her. I honestly couldn't stop myself from staring at her, at times.
As the night wound down, we continued to drink. My wife called it a night, and went to bed. I'm pretty sure she crashed out the second she laid down. Melissa and I stayed up. We told each other we'd just have one more drink and then call it a night. I stood on the other side of the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen in our apartment, as she stood in the kitchen and poured her drink, talking about some nonsense I wasn't really listening to. As she stood there, her skirt had kind of slipped up, and her ass cheeks were exposed. I stared. She was wearing a black thong. By the time I had realized she had stopped talking and was looking back at me, it was too late. She had caught me staring straight at her ass and legs. She asked me "were you really just checking me out? You're married to my sister." I was like "yeah, sorry. Your skirt's kind of riding up there. And you look really good... And, we're getting a divorce, anyway." We were both smashed.
She acted offended, but she didn't fix her skirt. In fact, she turned and faced me, and sort of leaned back and seemed to be enjoying that I was checking her out. We both stood in silence and sipped our drinks.
I went and joined her in the kitchen. She was like "what are you doing?" And I told her I came to get a closer look. She told me "you can look, but you can't touch", as she lifted her skirt up higher and tugged her shirt down to show off her cleavage. She was teasing me. I told her "you had better watch yourself." She said "oh yeah? Or what? What are you going to do about it?" I repeated "seriously, if you don't want it, you had better watch what you're doing... Or I'm going to fuck you." She got a huge grin on her face and said something like "oh wow. Really?" She took off her shirt. I undid my pants, and pulled my cock out over my boxers. She went "oh wow" again, but now she was staring at my cock. I've been told I'm big, so I didn't think letting her see it was going to hurt, lol. For those who care, it's just shy of 8 inches erect and decent thickness.
She was leaning back on the counter still, and she looked amazing. I got a full erection pretty quickly. I moved closer to her, and she blurts out "you wouldn't dare. I'll tell Pamela" as she inched away.
I snapped.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down to her knees. I told her "I don't care." I put my cock in her face and told her something along the lines of "now suck my cock, you fucking slut." She listened, and took me in her mouth. I had my hand on her head and forced myself in deeper often. As amazing as it felt, I don't think I've ever been less interested in getting a blowjob than I was at that moment. All I could do was thinking about fucking that mixed black/Mexican pussy. I probably wouldn't have let it go even that long, but she was doing an outstanding job.
I stood her up, and she breathed heavily while I took off her bra and groped her tits. I told her to take off her panties. She said "make me."
I turned her around and bent her over the counter. Her skirt was still up on her waist. I ripped her thong by the cheap piece of crap on the side, and it sagged over to the other leg. She was shaking in excitement. I shoved my cock inside her very wet pussy and she let out a hell of a moan and an "oh god". I fucked her deep and slow at first, and we both talked some shit back and forth about who was enjoying it more, lol.
I moved on to fucking her hard and fast, and several minutes later I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I never said a word. I just kept going, until I shot my load deep inside her and she moaned loudly. When I was done, I turned her around and we stayed close and kissed. She still looked so damn good.
I picked her up and put her over my shoulder, and carried her into the living room. I threw her onto the couch. In hindsight, we're probably lucky that no one got hurt during that stunt, as I was pretty drunk.
Anyway, I didn't waste any time. I got my pants all the way off. She spread her legs and laid back on the couch as I moved in between her legs. I fucked her again, hard and fast pretty much from the start. There was less moaning this time. She was trying to be quiet. It was more like grunting. By the time I was ready to cum again, we had slid over to the end of the couch and her head was banging against the arm rest. I came inside her again as she wrapped her legs around me and we stared into each other's eyes. Probably within 2 minutes of us being done, she went and got her clothes and put them away, and put on some clothes to sleep in. She went to sleep on the couch and I went in to sleep with my wife. Well, I was sleeping on an air mattress next to the bed at that point.
When I got up the next morning, the 2 of them were already up and chatting away. I didn't know what to expect, but was fearing the worst.
Nothing happened. She never told anyone. The rest of her visit went the same. We acted like it never happened, until I took her to the airport. She told me she had a really good time the other night, and gave me a blowjob in the car in the airport parking structure.
Well, a year or so after all of that, against all odds, somehow my wife and I decided that we were going to try to stay married. We're still happily married. 10 years and going strong. We've got 3 kids.
It's been 8 years since that night with Mel. She's only visited twice since then, both times with her husband and kids. The first visit, nothing happened. We didn't even talk about it. The second time, about 5 months ago, she snuck out to see me after everyone had fallen asleep. We ended up getting another room at the same hotel just so we could be alone. She admitted to me that I'm very likely the father of her youngest son. I had kind of suspected that for years, but it was nice to get confirmation. We had sex. We knew we shouldn't. But she still looks great, and it was a very lustful ordeal. We both hurried our separate ways when we were done.
Well, just 2 days ago, my wife mentions to me that her sister is getting a divorce. Curious, I asked "why? What's going on there?" And she goes "well, she's pregnant, and apparently Tom (Mel's husband) and her haven't had sex in like 2 years. So he's done with her, I guess. I don't know what she expected." I asked her if she had any details, but tried not to sound too interested. "She just told me it was some one night stand with some random guy at their hotel while they were visiting us, of all things. That idiot. She doesn't even know his name." I didn't bother asking any more questions. I already knew. Later that night I texted Mel and just said "thank you." She just responded "no problem. No point in fucking up your life, too. See you next time." I told her "I'll be ready" and she said "oh, I know." And that was it.
I admit that I am feeling awful. Not only did I cheat on my wife, but I did it with her sister, and now she's going to have her second child from me. But I also admit that I can't state those facts without feeling a very dirty satisfaction and occasionally getting an erection. I can't wait until her next visit.
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