Jake couldn't help but notice how his sister had grown up, her body blossoming into a work of art. Her breasts were full and perky, her waist narrow, and her hips wide, begging to be gripped as he thrust into her from behind. He'd often catch himself staring at her, his cock hardening as he imagined what she'd feel like wrapped around him, squeezing him tight as he made her come again and again. Jenna was feeling it too, the constant ache between her legs that only seemed to grow worse whenever
Melissa and Anthea had been best friends for ages, and, as so many have done before them, they tried practicing kissing together. Then Anthea had a better idea: why didn't they get Melissa's little brother, Ryan, to help?
After spending all winter break getting screwed silly by her son Dean, Janine goes to visit him at college, only to find her son isn't the only one who can fulfill her desires. A sequel to Getting to Know Mom.
Some storms don’t pass. They consume you. They reshape your landscape and force you to be born again. This is not a fairy tale of redemption. It is an anatomy of survival—a quiet study of the distance between necessity and desire. Here, love is rarely a sanctuary. More often, it is the bridge you cross to reach the other side. When Emma returns to that house, she isn’t seeking a hero. Daniel was the only steady thing she’d ever known—a silent, untouchable figure in a world of chaos.
Now understand, I don't go around kissing my sister, at least not like that. This was not a sisterly peck, but a full on, wet, bit of tongue kiss. A heated kiss. Why the kiss? Well, I have to start at the beginning... -- This is a story of my sister and I sharing a romantic moment. Ok, fucking. Teenagers and incest. Read on!