sweet sisso! lust this incest thing

Die Schwestern wohnten in einem alten Herrenhaus, das von hohen, verwilderten Hecken umgeben war. Sie teilten mehr als nur Blut; sie teilten eine Obsession, eine dunkle Liturgie, die sie in den stillen Stunden der Nacht vollzogen. Elara, die Ältere, war die Hand, die führte. Livia, die Jüngere, war das Herz, das in ekstatischer Erwartung brannte.

In der ehemaligen Küche, wo nun ein massiver Edelstahlspieß von zwei Metern Länge und fünf Zentimetern Durchmesser auf einem Gestell ruhte, wartete ihr Gast. Sein Name war unwichtig. Er war gebunden, aber nicht gegen seinen Willen. Das war das erste, heilige Gesetz ihres Fetischs: die Einwilligung, die in der äußersten Erregung gegeben wurde.

„Du verstehst die Regeln, Schatz?“ Elaras Stimme war ein sanftes, kühles Rauschen. Sie stand neben ihm, eine Hand auf seiner Brust. „Dein Körper wird sprechen. Er wird uns sagen, wann er bereit ist, zu gehen.“

Der Mann nickte, sein Atem ging schon schneller. Die kalte, stumpfe Spitze des Spießes ruhte bereits im Eingang seines Körpers, ein Vorgeschmack auf das, was kommen würde. Es war kein Akt der rohen Gewalt, sondern eine makabre, langsame Zeremonie.

Livia, bereits nackt, lehnte an einem schweren Eichentisch, ihre Augen waren zwei dunkle, glänzende Vertiefungen, die auf die Szene fixiert waren. Ihre Finger begannen ihren eigenen, stillen Tanz zwischen ihren Beinen, ein langsames, wissendes Reiben, das mit der wachsenden Spannung im Raum pulsierte.

Elara begann ihre Arbeit. Ihre Hände und ihr Mund waren Werkzeuge einer unheiligen Kunst. Sie brachte ihn an den Rand, zog ihn zurück, flüsterte ihm Versprechen und Drohungen ins Ohr. „Du wirst es wollen. Du wirst danach schreien. Und in dem Moment, in dem du alles von dir gibst, gebe ich dir alles von mir.“

Livia stöhnte leise, ihr Kopf fiel zurück. Ihre Bewegungen wurden heftiger, ihre Hüften schoben sich gegen ihre eigene Hand. Sie sah zu, wie Elara den Mann meisterhaft durch jede Stufe der Lust führte. Es war ein Ballett der Grausamkeit, und jeder zuckende Muskel des Mannes war ein Schritt in der Choreografie.

„Bitte nicht…“ keuchte der Mann, seine Stimme überschlug sich. Schweiß glänzte auf seiner Stirn. „Ich kann nicht…“

„Doch,“ zischte Elara, ihr Mund war wieder an ihm. „Du wirst. Für uns. Dein Ja wird dein Abschied sein.“

Livia fing an zu zittern. Ein hohes, dünnes Wimmern entwich ihren Lippen. Sie war nah, so nah. Ihr Blick war auf den Punkt gerichtet, wo Metall auf Fleisch traf.

Der Mann brach. Ein langes, zitterndes Stöhnen, dann die krampfhafte, pulsierende Ekstase der Erlösung. In diesem Moment, als sein Körper sich im letzten, gewaltsamen Akt des Lebens entleerte, trafen sich die Augen der Schwestern.

„Jetzt,“ flüsterte Livia, ihr Gesicht eine Maske reiner, schaudernder Begierde.

Elaras Augen blitzten. Mit einer sanften, aber unaufhaltsamen Entschlossenheit, die nichts mit Wut, sondern mit vollendeter Hingabe zu tun hatte, schob sie den Spieß vorwärts. Das Metall glitt mit einem widerlichen, feuchten Geräusch durch ihn hindurch, ein langsamer, unerbittlicher Vormarsch. Der Mann schrie nicht. Ein letzter, glasiger Seufzer des Erstaunens, dann war Stille, nur unterbrochen vom leisen Knirschen von Gewebe und Knochen.

Livia explodierte. Ein schriller Schrei riss durch den Raum, als ihr eigener Orgasmus sie mit der Gewalt einer Springflut überrollte. Ihr Körper bog sich, jede Faser verkrampfte sich in einer Ekstase, die so gewaltig war, dass sie Tränen in ihre Augen trieb. Sie rutschte an dem Tisch herunter, zitternd und keuchend, ihr Blick haftete an dem surrealen Bild vor ihr: der aufgespießte Körper, ein groteskes Kunstwerk, und ihre Schwester, die ruhig und befleckt danebenstand.

Elara atmete tief durch, wischte sich mit dem Handrücken über die Stirn. Ein zufriedenes, fast müdes Lächeln spielte um ihre Lippen. Sie betrachtete ihre Schwester, die in einer Pfütze ihrer eigenen Lust zusammengesunken war.

„Schön, nicht wahr?“ sagte Elara leise. „Die reine, vollkommene Erlaubnis. Der letzte Wille, in Lust verwandelt.“

Livia konnte nur nicken, ihr Atum kam in stoßweisen Seufzern. Die Mischung aus Ekel, Triumph und abgrundtiefer Befriedigung war berauschend. Sie wusste, dass die Leere, die nun folgen würde, nur durch die nächste Zeremonie gefüllt werden konnte. Die nächste Einwilligung. Den nächsten, schrecklich intimen Moment, in dem ein Mann seinen eigenen Untergang herbeisehnte.

Sie stand auf, ihre Beine fühlten sich wie Gummi an. Gemeinsam, ohne ein weiteres Wort, begannen sie mit den Vorbereitungen für die Reinigung. Der Spieß würde glänzend poliert werden, bereit für den nächsten Gast. Für das nächste Ja, das in der Stille der alten Küche geflüstert werden würde.

Hie🤗
Well, I love cats and they love me back.
That "torture" would be sensational to experience. Each lick of the large, powerful feline's rough tongue on my soft skin.
I can't even imagine how I would be overcome with lust and having continuous orgasms until the end.
I will certainly dream that I am the one in her place.
Kccx😘

Jemand Lust hier auszuhelfen?

My adult daughter separated from her husband eight weeks ago. She is now living with my wife and me, and it has become perverse.

My wife is going through menopause and has not been interested in sex for months. Because I work from home, my daughter and I spend many hours in the house together.

I am very horny. Seeing my daughter walk around the house partially dressed is making me crazy with lust. She sometimes fails to close the bathroom door completely. I have seen her naked several times. This was too much for me. I went to my bedroom and jerked off while imagining her watching me. The sexual tension is unbearable. I wonder if my daughter would consider helping her daddy.

I couldn’t believe how fucking hot my sister is. She’s absolutely stunning—long toned legs, smooth golden skin that glows, a tiny waist that curves out into the most perfect plump heart-shaped ass, and full perky tits that bounce teasingly with every move. Her face is pure sex: big sparkling eyes, soft pouty lips, and that sweet flirty smile she gives me that makes my cock twitch instantly. She knows she’s gorgeous, and the way she carries herself in those tiny outfits drives me wild with perverted thoughts.I waited until she stepped out of the shower and left the bathroom, then slipped inside like the depraved brother I am. The moment the door clicked shut, I spotted her old crusted thong crumpled on the wet tile floor, the crotch panel still molded perfectly into the shape of her juicy cunt. Thick, pearly-white creamy discharge had dried into glossy streaks and flaky patches, tracing every soft fold and puffy lip, with a deeper sticky spot right where her clit had rubbed all day. The fabric held the exact imprint of her pretty pussy like a filthy cast of her wetness.My cock was already throbbing hard. I snatched up the thong and shoved the crusted crotch straight into my face, burying my nose deep in the molded shape. I inhaled greedily, letting that warm, sweet, tangy scent of her wet cunt flood my lungs—rich feminine musk mixed with creamy girl-juice. “Fuck yes… smell your hot sister’s pretty pussy,” I groaned, dragging my tongue slowly across the dried crust, tasting the faint salty-sweet flavor while picturing her perfect body spread open for me.The scent was so intoxicating that I couldn’t stop there. I pulled my aching cock out and started stroking furiously while keeping the thong pressed to my face. It only took a minute before I was panting, balls tightening. I aimed the head of my dick right at her toothbrush sitting on the counter and blew a thick, heavy load all over the bristles—ropes of warm cum splattering and coating them completely, mixing with the leftover toothpaste. Some even dripped down the handle. I milked out every drop, making sure her toothbrush was thoroughly creamed with my load.Heart pounding with how fucked up this was, I quickly wiped the excess off my hand, stuffed the thong back onto the floor exactly where I found it, and slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Her cunt stench was still thick and warm in my nose, clinging to my face like a dirty secret.The second I stepped into the hallway, I bumped straight into her.She was standing right there, fresh from the shower, drying her long wet hair with a towel. She wore nothing but a tiny pair of tight booty shorts that rode high on her smooth thighs and barely covered the bottom curve of her perfect ass. Her perky tits jiggled under a loose tank top, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She looked so fucking sexy and casual.She smiled at me with that sweet, everyday sisterly smile, still rubbing the towel through her hair. “Hey bro,” she said in her normal, cheerful voice, exactly like she always talks to me. “You okay? You look a little flushed.”Her big sparkling eyes locked on mine while the heavy stench of her own crusted cunt was still burning deep in my nose, mixing with the memory of my cum on her toothbrush. I could still taste her dried pussy cream on my lips from licking the thong.“Yeah… I’m good,” I mumbled, trying not to stare at how those tiny booty shorts hugged her plump pussy mound.She tilted her head cutely, still smiling. “What’s for dinner tonight? I’m starving.” Her voice stayed so sweet and normal, completely unaware (or pretending to be) while my face reeked of her wet cunt and her toothbrush sat there covered in my fresh load mixed with her own dried discharge.Before I could answer, she gave me a little wave and headed back toward the bathroom. “I’ll be quick—I just need to brush my teeth before bed.”I froze in the hallway, cock still half-hard, as she disappeared inside and closed the door. A minute later I heard the faucet running, then the soft brushing sounds. She was brushing her teeth with my cum smeared all over the bristles, probably tasting the salty mix blended with whatever was left of her own crusted pussy juice from the thong I’d rubbed on it earlier. The thought made my stomach twist with perverted shame and lust.A few minutes later she came out, lips shiny, still in those tiny booty shorts and tank top. She walked right up to me, smiling brightly as she flipped her now-dry hair over her shoulder. “Goodnight, bro,” she said in that same sweet, casual voice, leaning in just a little so her perky tits brushed close. “Sleep well. See you in the morning.”

Lust?

I am here to feel the spark I once felt, to feel alive, like I once did.

We are married for ten years, and he lost almost all interest in me. Not that we do not have sex, we do, and that is not the problem, nor did I let myself go, at 39, I still look better than most of my peers. The excitement is what I lack.

We used to have a wild sex life, he was the best lover I ever had ,not that I had many, but he was all over me, all day, every day, we did it in semi public places, we did role play, we filmed ourselves, to watch it later, we even did a swap once, before marriage, on a holiday, and it was all fun, and lust, and...

Now he does it, like it is an obligation, not caring if I finish or not. I miss the old days.

There was a spring that I went with my family on a trip to a national park. We stayed outside of the park, at a campground, and drove all around to do the touristy stuff. These days I might be one of those weird people that actually get along with their family and don't mind the time together. The campground was nice and each loop had a few cabins and space for RVs but the best part was that you couldn't see any of the other campers from your little lot. A few cousins and I ended up in a cabin so the RVs wouldn't be so packed, (knowing this place - no - not an incest story). This is all context to tell you that there was only one communal bath-compound thing.

Glory Holes. I'm not going to try to surprise you all. Its dicks in holes in walls so dicks can get into other holes. The women had their half of public bathroom / showers and so did the men. Anyone in a cabin didn't have a shower, and my little node of the family trip only brought our pop-up which my parents were in. It was an AMAZING place (I have gone back and the whole loop was moved, and bathrooms updated). I spent the whole first day running, hiking, biking all around the campground which is what led me to the showers. When I went in the showers were full, and I was only hoping to get a rinse down before dinner and then go back for a real shower later. I stalled for time by ducking into one of the stalls. I sat down on the pot and sent a text to my parents knowing them i'd be about 15min late, and set a reminder for myself. The hole wasnt in my stall, but I did hear some other people tittering about it as they told their friends on the way out. I had gloryhole experience before, once, and itd been an experience. Not exactly fun but hot then and hotter in retrospect. I scooted out real quick and checked in the empty stalls until i got to the one with the hole, second from last stall.

It was an old stall wall that had been repaired a few times already and was only just attached to the wall. plywood had been screwed to both sides to hold the toilet paper racks on. They had, of course, been broken off and a hole made in the plywood. I flushed the toilet (gross) and waited for a shower to open up while trying not to let my heart beat out of my chest. To help I was going to scroll through my feed but the bathroom door opened and my eyes snapped to the hole and were transfixed on the wierd beige green of the opposite stall wall. I remember I could see someone had tried to scratch the swastika on the wall but fucked it up, and then tried to scratch out their mistake. The stupidity of it made me laugh by accident and i think that was what made that person enter the opposite stall. I also think they knew about the gloryhole because the guy came into the stall already unzipping his shorts and his dick was already half hard. He was a white guy, some kind of labor worker judging by the insane farmers tan he had going on. He was older than i was, as most of the guys i serviced on that vacation were, but his was the first; somewhere near the end of his college days i guessed. i fully admit to getting on my knees as soon as the stall door opened, at first so i could get a better view but - yeah, i know how that sounds. he paused for half a second but was flattening his hips against the wall and shoving his dick through almost instantly. 'get it, bitch' he said in his most 'street' sounding voice. It was bad enough that i noticed how fake it sounded, which made me laugh again and at this point, fully coming to the cold sober realization that i had easily agreed to his demands. my laugh was more like a hum around his dick and he cooed in response. I'd had gloryhole experience before, and gay sex, but really nothing that let me stay in control, but this was all control. This stranger just had to belly up to the wall and enjoy whatever i did, or be sad with what i chose not to do. i could do what i wanted in that stall and, for that lucky guy, i used myself on his cock. As soon as it was hard i was trying to get it farther and farther down my throat. He whimpered quietly while people came and went around us and i alternated between swirling my tounge on the head of his dick and making the sloppiest mess of my mouth that i could; his cock inching down my throat each bob of my head.

I could smell the sweat of him from the warm spring night. he made the smallest thrusting motions that i found adorable. I wished the hole would have been bigger than it was because right then i really wanted to slip a hand around behind this guy and finger his ass too. i was so super charged on lust i mumbled "i want it' around his dick. In truth i wasnt having all that hard of a time, he was maybe 5 long and not super thick. he was veiny though and feeling the blood pulsing in the veins of that organ was getting me very, very high. I thought he was cumming, and he might have...at first. the hot splash i was expecting hit my throat and not knowing that i could, i opened up my throat to simply take it. the stream got stronger after two seconds and i realized he was pissing directly down my throat and into my stomach. I could feel it splashing and filling me up. it was a shock, and gross, and rude and- and- and....it was so so hot. i couldn't handle the gross shock and the gross revelation at the same time and i puked. the guy laughed, packed up and was out of the bathroom before i had time to finish heaving. a horrible thought occured to me and i checked the timer id set for myself; 8 minutes left. desperate and scared someone would know what happened to me I peeked out from my stall at the showers. they were small things with a privacy curtain, a tiny room to leave your clothes, and the shower - two were open. I literally ran in and rinsed myself off as best I could and made it back in time for dinner. I packed those four or five minutes up and put them on the 'do not disturb' shelf in my mind for a long time after that and went on about life. It took me years to wrap my head around how i felt about it - but i wish i could make myself relive it, and stay on him.

After dinner I was still having small panic attacks that someone near me would say i smelled like piss. every sip from my drink reminded me. i caught myself wondering if anyone i knew would do something like that to someone else. would they enjoy it? I waited until later in the night before heading back for a proper shower. with my towel and shampoo under arm i looked around at our campsite loop and noted eight RVs with as many cabins; all looked to have some kind of occupancy. There were at least four other families i saw in our loop alone, and the one directly across from ours looked full earlier that day also. I wondered how busy the bathroom would be during our stay, and how likely it was that it might be too busy for what i was hoping for. nobody came in while i was taking my shower, or the half hour i sat in the bathroom stall after that.

It was early the next morning, when i stopped in after a run. my stall was open so i went in and finished peeing before anyone else came in. I sniffed reflexively. Im still not sure if I was hoping pissman would come back or not. The first person did their business and left but someone came in soon after them, and more after that. I looked at my watch. 8:20am. I'd be in residence at 8am sharp most days after that, but someone did enter my companion stall. He was taller and had on basketball shorts which he pulled down right away and started to piss. I was suffering flashbacks and being in that stall, with the smell of pee baked into the floor, and hearing it hit water made me gag. I stood up, the movement caught the other guys attention in the exposed hole. I watched him back off and put himself away quickly. I very sensually approached the hole, aware all he'd be able to see was the Y of my crotch, and swayed side to side a little. I could hear him say something, but i did get 'oh shit - something - real.' I think he didn't think they were real, which made me smile. I know how to use my smile. squatting down I put my mouth right to the hole so he could see my grin and blew a small kiss his way. he couldn't see who i was, i know that, but it was still a terrifying rush. I was hooked. he was cute and put his crotch to the hole, shorts and all, which was its own kind of hot; kissing dick through clothes and feeling it get hard is fun too. eventually i stopped when he wasn't taking his shorts down and frowned. he backed up enough to see my frown and paused. his hands were shaking like a leaf. I still think it was his first time with a guy. Eventually I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to. "uumm, fine." he said weakly, then leaned down and whispered to me "just the tip".

the next second his dick was through and I knew right away it wasn't going to be just the tip. It was, for about two minutes, I stayed on his cockhead like glue and he melted against the wall. Then i started to go a little deeper on him and that made his cock jump every time i did. I could hear him whispering something every time i went down but if he was complaining I couldn't tell. it went on like this for five or six minutes, lavishly slobbering over and sucking this absolute stranger's cock and i was in a total fog. I could have stayed there all day. Someone knocked on my friend's door, I was beginning to think he couldn't cum becasue he knew i had to be a guy, but the knock on the door shocked him and he jumped which sent his dick down my throat and it started erupting with rope after rope of thick cum. my partner said "Yaaaaah!" when the knock came at his door. Poor guy had to be terrified he'd been caught. The person that knocked laughed uproriously at my partner's little scream. He packed up fast and bolted out too.

I spent a lot of time in that stall that trip, and a good bit in the showers. Im sure there were seven total partners i had, and i remember the details about them all, if anyone is interested.

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This is a really real, all genuine life experience of mine. I can't prove any of it becuase im not a moron who takes selfies for proof.

You can ask me about ANY of these details, or more, and I'll be happy to chat. I've left some descriptors out that might make it more fun.

I have more stories so there will be more of these. it feels good to unload this memory somewhere else besides my own thoughts.