#incest relationship

When my wife passed away, my twin girls were still quite young so my mother in law, Beth, started coming over to help a lot.

My former father in law, being the dumbass he proved himself to be, objected to how much she was at our house so he gave her an ultimatum. Guess he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did because she didn’t give him the answer he expected.

She asked me if she could pretty please move in with me since she was over all the time anyway and she did need a place to stay while the divorce was pending.

She took him to the cleaners but didn’t move out. No, instead she went and got some sexy lingerie and then came to me wearing some of it - a sexy black number, in fact - and said, “Hon, I got a pussy going unused. You got a cock going unused. Why don’t we put them to use together?”

Now, I wasn’t the dumbass her ex-husband was. While she wasn’t as svelte as she had been (which I knew about because my wife at 22 was just like Beth had been at 22 - I saw the pictures), she was still pretty sexy. And, like she said, we both had sex organs going unused. On top of that, she was pretty darn near to being the twins’ mama by now. So I welcomed her into my bed without any problem.

She was still young enough and we were so compatible together that I inevitably knocked her up. I’d already been thinking about it but when I found out she was pregnant, I immediately went and bought a ring.

We got married right after she gave birth to another girl. (She refused to waddle down the aisle, after all.) And on our wedding night, she wore the white version of the black outfit she wore our first night.

I smiled at her as she cavorted in the surf. Going to Jamaica for our honeymoon was a great idea.

She looked over her shoulder at me as if she could read my mind and winked at me. Guess my sister agrees!

I just smirked when the guy in the kayak catcalled at my sister.

After all, the ring on her finger told everyone she was mine, even if they didn’t know she was my sister.

Her:

I had two phones - one for my personal use and one for work use. I purposely bought 2 different types of phones and different types of cases because I didn’t want to mistake them - not with the job I had!

There was one number I talked to all the time on my personal phone that I never expected to show up on my work phone. However, when my boss contacted me with a new client using that number, my pussy immediately got wet and I decided to accept the client.

The day I was supposed to meet the new client, I groomed myself very carefully and put on my sexiest outfit that accentuated the parts of me that I knew he liked from listening to him comment on those parts of his wife more than others and then on others when she passed away.

Him:

After my wife passed away, I mourned, naturally. But eventually my libido woke up and I started noticing other women. But I didn’t want to date - I wasn’t really sure why. Eventually I decided I had to get off the bench somehow and back in the game so when I went out of town for business I decided to hire an escort.

Now, I knew that that city was where someone else I knew lived. But I wasn’t worried about running into her with my escort. It was a big city, after all, and she didn’t live anywhere near my hotel or the restaurant I was going to with the escort. But I did contact her and see if she wanted to go to lunch with me the day after my “date” and catch up. Not that I was going to mention my “date.”

Her:

When he contacted me on my personal phone and suggested getting together for lunch the day after, I had to giggle to myself even as I told him I’d love to have lunch with him. I had a moment of doubt - would it be awkward - but ignored those worries. We had a good relationship so if the date didn’t go well, we’d have a good laugh. And if it went well…who knows? Maybe we’d just have brunch in bed?

Him:

The day finally arrived and I texted the escort to see if she would be ready at 5. “Yes,” she responded. “I’ll be wearing a burgundy dress. See you then.”

I pulled up to the address she gave me at 5 and saw a very nice looking woman outside waiting for me, dressed in an outfit that really accentuated her legs and ass, my favorite parts of a woman. I adjusted myself in my pants, already half hard at the sight. She was facing away, texting on her phone so instead of rudely honking at her - maybe she wasn’t the right person? - it was the right color dress but coincidences did happen - I texted the escort. “I’m at the address now, in the silver BMW.”

I looked back out the window just in time to see her approaching the car. I wasn’t soon enough to see her face, however, so when she opened the door and got in the car, I was shocked.

She looked at me impishly and said, “Hello, Daddy. Let’s go.”

I stared at her in shock and started the car on autopilot and drove to the restaurant. At the restaurant, I asked for a private table and after some remonstrating on my part and soothing/cajoling on hers, I calmed down.

Then she put her hand on mine and said, “You’ve already paid for me. Why don’t we just go with it? I’ve always thought you were sexy and I’m pretty sure you like how I look. Let’s just go with it, huh? No worries. If we have a good time, great. If not, well, at least we both get our ashes hauled and have something to laugh about tomorrow.”

In spite of myself, I agreed. So I relaxed and we flirted throughout dinner, then I took her back to my hotel. And, well, we had a great time.

Her (one year later):

So today was our one year anniversary of the first time we fucked. And that was what we did - fucked. I let him have me in every way possible. The next morning, we made love then had brunch. We never did make it to a restaurant for lunch. We had a quiet heart-to-heart and I quit my escorting job and he sold his house where he’d lived with Mom. He arranged for a transfer to an office in a third city where neither of us had lived and we bought a new house together.  I started calling myself Mrs. instead of Ms. and he started introducing me as his wife.

I went off birth control and not long later the inevitable happened. So now here I am nursing our two-week-old son and I hear him bringing me brunch in bed, our weekend tradition now.

I’m so glad I accepted him as my client. Daddy’s the best husband I could have asked for and he can still fuck my brains out even though he’s twenty-one years older than I am.

When my son and daughter were about to graduate from college, my wife and I decided to take them on a nice vacation anywhere they wanted as a sort of present. So they decided they wanted to go to Europe.

Alright, sounds fun. My wife and I had wanted to go to Europe for awhile ourselves so that worked out all around.

I had a LOT of vacation time saved up and for some reason or other they weren’t starting their new jobs for a month and a half after graduation in my son’s case and two months after in my daughter’s case. So we planned to be gone for a month. You can see a LOT of things in Europe in one month so we decided to make a list of all the things we wanted to see, etc.

Since my wife and I decided to make this sort of a second honeymoon as well, we decided that we would have our own room. So, depending on the location and the cost, we would either have a suite or the kids would be in an adjoining room.

Finally the kids graduated and a few days later we were in Europe. We had a blast. We decided to spend a week each in four countries/regions. So England was first. Then France. Then we planned to go to Germany/Switzerland and then Italy.

After a day or so of jetlag, my wife and I were at each other every night and in the morning at breakfast, the kids were teasing us. I didn’t really notice until beforehand but since the kids were on their own after dinner and went out clubbing together, they were getting closer. I’m not sure why now and not while they were at college but maybe because at college they had their own friends. Whatever.

One night in Paris, my wife and I decided to go out on a romantic dinner, just the two of us. The kids looked at each other and giggled. Then my son got all mock-serious and said, “Well, since the folks are going out to dinner, it’s just the two of us. Shall we have our own nice dinner?”

And my daughter played along (I thought) and got serious herself. “It’s a date,” she said.

So we went our separate ways. After our dinner, we walked around the city for awhile, ducking into alcoves to make out and generally being all over each other. When we’d had enough, we ran back to the hotel and since the kids had mentioned going clubbing again after dinner, we didn’t think anything of it when they weren’t at the hotel. So we took advantage of the chance to talk dirty with each other and generally be really loud the way we kind of felt we couldn’t with the thin hotel walls.

I had just come deep inside my wife for, I guess, the third time that night and was lying on top of her when we heard the kids come in their room. They were being pretty loud and giggly and I just rolled my eyes and figured they were a little bit drunk. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed and rolled my eyes again. It was about 3 in the morning - 3 hours later than they had been accustomed to staying out.

Then we started hearing noises we certainly didn’t expect and my wife and I stared wide-eyed at each other as one of the headboards on the other side of the wall started banging against the wall.

“Are they fucking?!?!” I whisper-shouted to her.

“I think so.” she said. But she didn’t sound outraged.

“Don’t tell me you think it’s okay!”

She shrugged. “They’re twenty-two. They’re in Paris. They went out on a nice dinner date together and went clubbing together. They don’t really know anyone else here and don’t speak French so I’m pretty sure they danced with each other. And they’re definitely drunk. Plus I don’t know if you realize this but they’ve been flirting with each other since about the fourth night in London. All in all, I’m not terribly surprised.”

Then she grinned. “In fact, this is pretty inspiring. Please tell me you have another load for me.”

Well - she wasn’t wrong. Thinking about my sexy daughter being fucked by my son had gotten me halfway back hard and the suggestive tone in my wife’s voice got me all the way there. I jammed it in her pussy and fucked her as hard as my son was going at my daughter - kind of easy to tell given how fast the headboard was banging. In fact, I didn’t take any care to not bang our headboard against the wall myself and pretty soon there was a good rhythm going against the wall on both sides.

Then we heard from the other side, “Oh God, yeah! Fuck me! I’ve wanted you to fuck me since we were in high school and never had the guts to say anything!”

Well, that inspired my wife to get pretty vocal herself and she started yelling at me to fuck her as well.

Inevitably all of us reached the logical conclusion and came with our respective partners. I didn’t know if they kept going or not but my wife and I fell asleep - we weren’t that young anymore and it had been awhile since I had gone four times in close succession.

The next morning at breakfast, my son was pretty embarrassed once he realized we had heard them. However, my wife and daughter were pretty giggly with each other and later on in the day I saw them talking privately with many giggles and then they went shopping. I shrugged and took my son golfing knowing the women would be gone awhile.

When the two of us got back to the hotel, my wife was in our room dressed in a fairly sexy outfit that showed off her still-trim legs and body and I raised my eyebrows and grinned lecherously at her. “Time for some afternoon delight before dinner?” I asked as I approached her.

She chuckled and said, “Just maybe. But first you have to go take a shower.”

I nodded - it had been pretty warm and humid that afternoon so I was kinda ripe. I went into the shower and did a quick but thorough job of cleaning up. I got out of the shower and dried myself with a towel before putting on one of the hotel robes. I sauntered out of the bathroom expecting to see my wife ready and waiting for me.

Well, I had the “ready and waiting” part right, but I was wrong about who it was. My daughter was lounging on the bed wearing an outfit nearly identical to what my wife had been wearing. The only real difference was the color and the fact hers was just a little bit skimpier than my wife’s.

I also saw that the connecting door to the kids’ room was open and I raised my eyebrows - guess I knew where my wife was! At that moment I heard my son yell, “Wow, Mom!”

I exchanged a grin with my daughter and said, “So I guess we’re switching up tonight?”

She nodded eagerly and said, “Come get me, Daddy.”

I shucked my robe and stood there proudly as my baby girl licked her lips in appreciation then I went up to her and undressed her and proceeded to fuck her brains out. And, if the headboard banging against the wall on the othe side in rhythm to our fucking was any indication, my son was doing the same to my wife.

To make a very long story short, we continued our trip but every afternoon just  before dinner, my son and I were informed as to who our partner for the night was. And every night, our headboards banged against the wall in rhythm.

When we got back home from our vacation, there was a very frank discussion between the four of us which ended in the kids moving back in with us and continuing our new lifestyle. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I hear my daughter calling me for our nighttime fun.

lingerie-passion:

Lingerie

After my fiancee dumped me at the altar, my sister took action. She grabbed me and said, “Forget the bitch - take me on the honeymoon trip with you. No need to waste all that money after all.”

Once we had arrived at the cabin out in the woods, she grabbed her tiny bag and said, “Give me ten minutes then join me out on the balcony.”

Ten minutes later I walked out to see her wearing very skimpy lingerie. “So, baby,” she said, “have you forgotten about her yet?”

When I said, “forgotten who?” she giggled and wiggled out of her panties and bent over the balcony railing for me.

That style of outfit in different colors was the only thing she wore the whole time we were there and she was constantly wiggling in and out of her panties as my cock rose and fell.

By the time we got back home, we’d already agreed to move in together somewhere far away so that we could live as husband and wife.

Ever since my sister moved in with me, this is the most she’s ever covered up. I don’t mind because the first time I cracked and threw her across the arm of the couch and fucked her brains out, she just moaned as she enjoyed it then giggled afterwards and said, “What took you so long?”

Ever since then, I just let her tease me until I’ve had enough then I make her moan then giggle.

So, as sometimes happens, my sister got left at the altar by a dumbass. After the requisite crying and anger, throughout which I had to comfort her since our parents were both deceased, she calmed down.

Mostly, anyway.

I had an idea to help her calm down the rest of the way as well as take a little bit of revenge on her fiance. “Well, the honeymoon trip is already paid for and you were supposed to be leaving tomorrow. Why don’t we go? Have a nice trip on his dime, eh?”

She’d been holding the tickets, etc., so we got away with it. Oh, of course she had to tell him over the phone that it was the least he owed her. He agreed. Then we had to quickly explain the circumstances to the travel agent and get the names on the tickets changed. Most notably from his name to mine.

Then we ran to my home so I could pack. She got weepy again and we cuddled that night like we used to when we were teenagers and she had a bad dream or a nasty breakup or whatever. The one thing that was different was that her tits and ass were bigger, more well defined. There was quite a difference between her current age of twenty-five and how old she had been when I left home, which was fifteen, after all.

Oh, and the other thing that was different? I woke up holding her tits. See, at our ages, we were used to that - me with other women and her with her fiancee. So in our sleep we didn’t realize. When I woke up, I realized what I was doing and slowly disengaged from her.

Successfully, I thought, since she didn’t rouse for another ten minutes when she heard me moving around in the bathroom.

We took our time getting ready and eating breakfast. But eventually we had to leave since her suitcase was still at her place. So we rushed over and when we got there, she got a weird look on her face, like she realized something. She bit her lower lip and looked at me.

“How much time do we have?”

I looked at my watch. “Not much. We really should be on the road in like five minutes.”

She shrugged like she was saying Fuck it and picked up her suitcase. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t think much of it since we were in a hurry.

I really should have.

See, she’d packed for a honeymoon. Something we’d kind of forgotten in our rush.

And when we got to where we were staying at a nice beach resort, she showed me exactly what she’d packed.

No normal underwear. Just lingerie.

Clothes that said “Come fuck me.”

Then she sat me down and laid it out. “You’ve been there for me my whole life, in pretty much every way. Last night felt awesome, including when you were holding my tits. It felt more right than when dumbass held me. If we weren’t brother and sister, I’d have married you right out of high school. Last night and this morning made me realize something - I don’t care anymore. Especially now that Mom and Dad aren’t around anymore. Now, you have a choice. Either this is our honeymoon and I wear this stuff all week and we do what comes naturally. Or I go to the resort store and buy some underwear and normal vacation clothing and we’re just brother and sister. So which will it be?”

I grinned at her. Last night had felt right to me as well. I nodded to myself and reached into her suitcase and pulled out a sexy red bit of nothing. “Go put this on, wife.”

She giggled and grabbed it from my hand and ran to the bathroom. After a little while, she came out dressed in something that looked even better on her than I’d imagined when I saw it in the suitcase.

Our first fuck was quick and frantic. The tears we both shed afterward were cathartic in a very different way than the night before. We admitted to each other that yes, we really did love each other and this first fuck had felt perfect.

The next time was nice and sweet and gentle. And then we started our honeymoon. And every time we went out, she had no underwear on wearing clothes that screamed “come fuck me!” My favorites were the thin t-shirts she had that were thick enough not to show areolae but thin enough to show me when she was aroused.

And whenever we were alone - which was frequent because this was a honeymoon resort, after all - I did what her clothes said - I fucked her.

Now, as luck would have it, I was at a point in my career where if I wanted a promotion in my company, I basically had to move to another city. I’d resisted it for a year or so, wanting to stay near her since she was the only family I had left. But now it could work in our favor. So our pillow talk often included talking about just which city we wanted to move to.

And the fact that she wasn’t on any sort of birth control since she had felt ready to go ahead and get started on a family. She said she felt like that even more strongly so we didn’t bother buying condoms. It felt awesome spurting in her unprotected pussy knowing we could be making a baby. And every time I saw her firm braless tits, I thought about a baby sucking on them which made me ready to fuck her again.

She never objected. In fact, once she figured out what had me so randy, she always giggled whenever the sight of her tits made me hard.

When we were finally on the flight home, I leaned over and whispered “I don’t like seeing you in a bra anymore after the past week. And I think you know I really liked those white t-shirts. I want to see you in them all the time at home.”

She just giggled.

And nodded. “Of course, hubby.”

I smiled at the picture and dialed my phone. “I wasn’t fooled. I’d know those legs and that ass anywhere.”

She giggled. “I should hope so, Daddy. You’ve seen them often enough. But not often enough lately. When are you going to come see them in person? Soon, I hope.”

I looked at my desk calendar. “I got a business trip out that way next week. Soon enough?”

I could hear the pout through the phone as she said, “Not really, but it’ll do. How long can you stay, though?”

“It’s a week-long trip. The site is only an hour from your place. I can stay with you four nights. That do?”

“Oh, yes!” she squealed. “Four nights of wrapping my legs around you. I’m so excited!”

nudebbwpics:

#NudeBBWPics

I sat on the bed, waiting. My woman had told me to sit down and wait while she went into the bathroom of the hotel to “get ready.”

After about five minutes, she appeared wearing this really hot black and purple outfit. I recognized it and I should - after all, the reason we were here was it was our anniversary and she’d bought that outfit for our first time. And it still fit her just as well as it had all those years ago, I mused as my hand involuntarily went to my groin and started stroking myself.

I knew she expected some sort of reaction so I gave her one. “You sure know what I like,” I said as I leered at her and started stroking myself a little more obviously..

She just smirked and sashayed over to me and brushed my hand away from my groin and started undoing my pants. “I ought to know what my little brother likes after all these years,” she said as she pulled me out of my pants and lowered her head to start sucking.

I smiled and ran my hands over her glossy hair. Twenty years and five children later, it was still true - homegrown love was the best.