LOGINShe kissed him again, just a few seconds of her lips pressed to his. "I just wanted to - is it okay? It just makes me happy!" she told him in a low voice."But Jesse, I'm your brother. Believe me, if you weren't my sister, I'd love to kiss you," he whispered, knowing that his cock was hardening because of his sister's sweet kisses."I've never kissed a boy before now," she admitted. She leaned forward and kissed him again, slightly more insistent this time. Caleb put his hand on the back of her head, holding her there as he returned her kiss."I like it," she gasped.He could hear her heavy breathing. Was she turned on? He supposed that she might be. She had never been kissed. She was lonely. She hadn't had anyone express love to her in so long. Her actions were understandable. Still, he should not be a willing participant. He loved her, but not like this! He should not be kissing his sister. In fact, he should not have allowed her to sleep with him."Caleb? Did you like it?" she aske
Caleb guided his sister back to her room and covered her with several blankets. He tucked her tightly and kissed her forehead. "Jess, everything will be okay. It may take me awhile, but I'm going to fix this. You're not going to live like this any longer. I'm so sorry for not being here for you sooner."Hannah wrestled her arms out from under the covers and flung them around his neck. "Caleb, I love you so much!" she cried. "You're the only person on earth that I trust."His sister's sniffling and tears broke his heart. Fresh tears coursed down his cheeks as he remembered the bright, pretty girl that his sister once was. Now she was scared and hungry. She clung to him as if she couldn't bear for him to ever leave her."Get up, Jess.""What? Why?" she asked through her tears."Let's drive into town and get you something to eat. Have you eaten supper?" he asked."I can manage. I had a peanut butter sandwich," she told him."Come on, get up. We'll buy a few groceries, too. I'll go tomorr
Caleb was soon packed and on his way home. He had called a few friends and explained his situation. Most of them told him that he was doing the right thing. There was nobody on earth that was more important to Caleb than his little sister. He had watched as their parents' neglect had changed her from a blossoming, intelligent, happy young girl to an unhappy, undernourished girl who was failing many of her classes. He felt great guilt that he had not put more effort in intervening on her behalf already. He knew that she was highly intelligent - way more intelligent that he was - and that it was just a crying shame that situations beyond her control had caused her to be a failure in school.She had been so cute and pretty, her body beginning to develop in her young teen years, until, almost overnight, she wasn't attractive anymore. She was emaciated. She wore old, ill-fitting clothes. Most of her clothes now hung off of her because she had lost so much weight. She wore sweaters over the
Hannah had never thought of herself as anything special. She was 5-10, and had always been lanky and thin, but she had been pretty. She had very dark, almost black, straight hair and brown eyes. Many people told her that she resembled Tina Fey, but her hair was much darker and she was a lot taller. Two years of malnutrition had changed her looks. She was now painfully thin, her hair lacked luster and her face looked shriveled. Nobody ever told her that she was cute or pretty like they once had.As Hannah lay in her cold bed, shivering, alone in the old farmhouse, she realized that she had to act. She was hungry and cold. If there was a real cold-snap, she might actually freeze to death, she feared. She had been reluctant to tell anyone what was going on, but her clothes were ragged and it was difficult to stay clean with no electricity. She carried buckets of water from a stream that they used for drinking water and to bathe. She had asked her father to buy bottled water to drink, but
Hannah was cold and shivering despite piling several old blankets onto the bed. It was winter and the old farmhouse was cold, especially since the electricity had been turned off. The woodpile was getting very low, Hannah had noticed that evening when she got home from school. What would they do when they were completely out of wood? She managed to build a fire in the lone fireplace in the house each morning, but she was hesitant to build another fire when she got home from school because she didn't want to use the small amount of wood that they had left.Her father, David, was often not at home for days on end. When he was there, he was usually too drunk, or high, to get a good fire going. He usually bought a few groceries once a week, but not nearly enough to keep Hannah from being hungry. With no electricity, they had practically no perishable goods. Hannah usually ate some bread and, on rare occasions, a banana for breakfast. At night she usually went hungry, but sometimes opened
"Are you alright?" she said. Then she started to laugh. Her tits jiggle beautifully when she laughs. Dick sat up to see what she was laughing at."What is it?" I said, uncomfortably."It's you," she said, "You're still fully dressed!" Dick smiled too, seeing the joke, and I realised it must look strange -- I even had my tie on!I quickly stripped off, and stood with my little prick to attention. "Come here, sweetheart" my dear wife said, and without hesitation took my swollen dick all the way in her mouth. At first knowing that Dick was watching made me nervous, but I soon forgot he was there, as the familiar feeling welled up inside me, and I came with her hand gently squeezing my balls. She swallowed it all. We kissed, long and deep. She tasted of cum."Let's take a short break," I said, feeling much better.She disappeared while I fixed drinks. When she returned, she was wrapped in her favourite silk kimono. Underneath she'd swapped the stockings and suspenders for black holdups, r
I gasped. "That was...""Amazing," Damian agreed.He settled down beside me, leisurely running his fingers over my skin as he spooned me. My thong was drenched now and I found myself wishing one of them would take it off. Bryan came up to sit beside me, and my eyes were drawn to his still promine
"Hey, darling. Bryan and I will be home soon," the text from my husband read. I peered at my phone, wondering if the lady doing my nails could see the guilty expression on my face, then chided myself for feeling guilty. It's not like I was having an affair. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Damian ha
I heard the sound of a car engine go off just as I slid Damian his plate of pancakes for breakfast. After the events of the night before, it was almost like we didn't know how to act around each other. Damian retreated into our bedroom immediately Bryan left, and I was left still sitting at the di
I heard the front door open just as I put the finishing touches to dinner. "Darling," my husband called, "I'm home. Guess who's joining us for dinner today?"I hastily wiped my hands on a towel and hurried to the door. I was all smiles as I greeted my husband and his best friend, Bryan, after givi







