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Familial Cohesion

PS; I’m a father in my late fifties now, with a devoted wife, and a daughter that has long outgrown our control, but not in the dramatic way. Just.. her on her own schedule. My English is not superb and getting incoherent so my train of thoughts might bring some unnecessary details into this story.

After my daughter turned 15(?), my wife and I had kind of let her went on her own. With basic safety nets in place, she had freedom to hang out with whomever, for however late, and spent within the limits we gave. Yet, she mostly stuck to the routines we had around the house, although there was absolutely nothing wrong about that. Simple, mundane activities like breakfast together, occasional texts throughout the day, and being home at around dinner time. My wife and I were partly relieved that she felt comfortable around us, but also knew how she could ‘rebel’ more for a girl her age.

Things were mainly fine even through the phase when we stumbled upon her ‘self-love’ moments, since there was nothing unnatural or unhealthy about that. We knew that a girl has to become a woman at some point. The three of us then spoke openly about being ‘discreet’, and life went on until years later when she asked to speak to me, as a teen girl to a grown man.

I remembered almost everything my girl said to me, because it was that impactful. It was a long conversation, but I never dodged any questions. She had ust wanted to know, if it was normal to fantasise about someone, even though he was way older and definitely impossible to be with. Well, how else would I answer that? You know, as a guy (amongst being a husband and father), there were countless.. ehem idols and.. imaginary situations that were occasionally unspeakable.. along with close calls, that we (I mean we guys!) sometimes get inspirations from.

Of course it was normal! And totally acceptable, because of how unlikely we will be with the one(s) we get hard for. That conversation went positively smooth, and she was clearly in a better mood after.

It wasn’t until many years later, when she was overseas on her yearly trip with her friends, did I understand what she was hinting at. Because of her long absence, it was routine for me to air her room for a few hours every few days. And seeing a compact camera, along with a mini tripod on her bed, kind of set me off in a panic mode. How could she forget something so important for a holiday?!

I texted her my concern and she was suspiciously, excessively, dismissive. Like half being dismissive, and half being defensive, in between long period of inactivity in our chat.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘Dad? Please keep that camera very safe. I kind of made some videos of myself and its in there.’

(I replied) ‘Of course I will. Don’t worry about anything else. As long as you know that the camera is home, just enjoy the trip.’

Besides that camera and tripod, I kept the dildo and vibrator out of our conversation, because those are really out of my scope, nor concern.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You can look through the camera. But don’t show it to anyone else, not even mom.’

(I replied) ‘I won’t. You’re not a baby anymore. And that’s for someone else to see.’

Without touching her bed and the belongings on it, I opened the windows and wiped and covered whatever surfaces that had dust, and was about the leave the room when her next message came.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You’re the person I made the videos for.’

Was it ‘by the time you see this video’ kind of video? Or a sobbing tale about something she wanted to tell me but couldn’t? Or a self-improvement video she wished I had seen earlier to be a better dad? Or was it just harmless, selfie-porn that I was overthinking about?

It was the last. Almost 80GB of it, in 1080p, taken from a year ago when she received that camera as a birthday present. That 001 serial on the file told me enough. All of it was of her, professing her thanks, love, and lust for me, followed by some name calling, multiple orgasms, in full frontal, sometimes rear-doggy, angles that displayed the full glory of her shaven vagina.

I didn’t watch all of it, but some of all of it, simply because all the thumbnails always showed the ‘formal’ frame of her well-cared face as if she was going to say (and do) something different. Did I get a boner? Yes I did. Because every 10-minute-ish video started with a heart-warming recount of her affection for me. There were ‘thank yous’, the ‘do you remembers’, and ‘that time you’, some happening way back when she was very young, up till the day before she flew.

She returned five days later, and her hug felt extra tight. The kiss on my cheeks was the first I received in years, and her gaze into my eyes spelt ‘relief’. The days following her return, there were some hand-holding, arm-hugging, head-on-my-shoulder, and more kisses on my face. Then, came the kisses, that landed on my lips.

Pecks at first, then it lasted a second, then three, then too long. Her hands no longer stopped on my bulging belly, but went slightly lower – and lower. Soon, every lip kiss came with a gentle push on my groin.

My wife wasn’t home all the time, with groceries to buy and kakis to do yoga and Pilates with. And my unshapely figure limited all my workouts to the yoga mat our daughter got me. And things went out of hand during one of those days we, my daughter and I, were alone at home.

We hugged, and kissed, and stripped, just enough for our hands to touch where we were sensitive. The yoga mat became useful, as the gym ball which I balanced on while she sucked me off – the way she did to the dildo in her videos. We swapped places, and she spread her lower lips with two fingers, and moaned while I ate her out until her back was literally horizontal on the ball.

We changed positions next, with me seated on the mat while leaning on the ball, while she lowered herself over my dick. We kissed so much that time till the ball rolled away and she just herself crazy like in those bull-riding events. We were in that cow-girl pose when I came for the first time, inside the girl my wife birthed with my sperm. Sperm met sperm once more.

When she finally pulled away, I was still rock hard. And that gym ball came back into the picture for her to bend over. In doggy-style this time, I hammered her silly and kept loving my girl this way until she went silent, but was actually too overwhelmed by orgasms to make anymore noise. In this very position, I came a second time into her, and there were nowhere else for my load to go except back out her pussy that was brimming with a foam.

Like cheating spouses do, we cleaned everything up, and returned everything to its place. Following that day, her affection for me had kind of tapered down. No more hand-holding, no more arm-hugging, and no more kisses.

At least not in front of her mother who was completely clueless. Our physical intimacy remained intense and illogical, until the day she moved out, into the BTO she bought with her husband. Which after, we would only meet once every week for a ‘session’, in between every two weeks for a family dinner.

Many, many years have past since then, and things have changed a lot. Her work, pregnancy, and matrimonial duties, barely left us enough time for family dinners – apart from the frequent, normalised visits to each other’s places for a quickie to alleviate the stress of daily life.

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Cum-and-Store

I was not sure if she understood what I meant, but it was too damn hard to resist, the skinny, soft, young body that was pushing against mine – in a warehouse.

For one, I consider myself a labourer, still moving, stacking, counting inventory despite the ‘supervisor’ tag under my name. She had always complained that I felt ‘sticky’ whenever she brushed against my arm, and often made remarks at my thinning crown. Yet, Xiao Qing, the new hire, a young Chinese from Malaysia, never missed a chance to roast me whenever we interacted with each other.

I was the one who showed her the ropes, and the blind spots of all the CCTVs, in case of any workplace accidents, which even the tiniest bumps by heavy machinery can have huge implications. Turns out, she grew closer to me than I could have picked up from her body language. While the rest of my staff, all uncle-age, teased her as if she were my second daughter — I only have one — she clearly had other ideas when we found ourselves alone during a stock-taking day.

（我认真问）‘你.. 要做什么.. 你知道我有老婆孩子hor?’
(I sternly asked, What do you want to do? You know I have a wife and child right?)

（小情无奈答复）‘知道啊。我不管。‘
(Xiao Qing answered dismissively, Yes I do. I don’t care.)

By then, she had already placed both my hands on her waist and she had her hands over my ears, pulling me into her tofu-soft lips that I have never felt anything similar. When her tongue touched my lips, my tongue popped out too, meeting hers in her mouth. Within seconds, my hands were running all over her back, as she wrapped her forearms across my neck, both of us pulling each other as close as possible.

The next thing I knew, she had spun her body around, tucked both my arms under her slightly-loose crop top, and pushed them right over her bra, that she easily snapped apart from between the cups. Those perky nipples felt cold, on those delicate breasts too small for my big hands. Her neck was still arched backwards so we were still kissing, and her fumbling hands at my zipper soon received some much needed help.

Once she had a grip of my manhood, she began hoisting up her calf-length skirt until her bare ass was pressed against my dick.

（我问）‘你没穿？‘
(I asked, You didn’t wear any panties?)

（小情问回）’穿来做什么？‘
(She answered, Why would I wear that for?)

Wet – was the only word I could think of when she pressed the tip of my dick downwards, aiming right for her pussy. She was abundantly lubricated as my hips inched back and forth at her rear, until we had to break our kissing up to contain the overwhelming fit of our nether region.

（小情回复）‘你也太大了.. ‘
(Xiao Qing mentioned, You’re too huge.. )

（我自信答）‘不然？’
(I confidently replied, What did you expect?)

The first few seconds of me being inside her was enough to tell me that her body wasn’t ready for this. Not for my size, not for this.. awkward location. But that pair of hands grabbing on my wrists tightly also showed how much she wanted me to ‘try’ – and so I did.

The heavy-duty rack in the same corner had a tier perfectly aligned at hip-level. After moving some boxes around, I made a space for her to bend over, and lifted one of her knees carefully to place it on the shelf. With her other foot barely touching the ground, she was literally dangling from the rack when I resumed the hip-thrusts, this time to more comforting, pleasurable moans from her. I could totally picture how my dick was splitting her vaginal walls apart with each inward stroke, as well as sense the excessive juices flooding the insides of her pussy with each pull.

Bodily fluids were soon leaking down her leg as I picked up my pace, ramming my loin into her slender body at a rhythmic pace.

（我问）‘你还好吗？’
(I asked, Are you alright?)

（小情小声答）‘好.. 好爽.. 你不要跟我停.. ‘
(Xiao Qing whispered, It’s.. so right.. don’t you dare stop.. )

As the seconds ticked away, my hormones were counting down too. But as a husband with a wife to please, ‘timing’ was deeply ingrained in me. I was just keeping pace and basking in the glory of my enlarging manhood tearing that petite newcomer apart, along with the orgasms she successfully suppressed verbally, but helpless against the tiny squirts ejecting from her pussy.

（我告知）‘小情.. 我快要射了.. 你ok吗？‘
(I warned, Xiao Qing.. I’m going to shoot soon. Are you ok?)

I think about 10 minutes had passed since we kissed? And all she could muster was an ok-sign to signal her gratification. Without hesitation, I slowly pulled away from her limp body and replaced her skirt. I was halfway doing up my pants when she finally descended from the rack, and stopped me mid-button.

（小情问）‘你不用射出来meh?’
(Xiao Qing asked, Don’t you need to shoot?)

（我答）‘不用啊。射不射不重要啦。你还好hor?’
(I replied, Nope. It’s not that important. But you are alright right?)

（小情叫住）‘等下！先不要穿！’
(Xiao Qing exclaimed, Wait! Don’t wear it yet!)

She squatted onto the floor and took my dick straight into her mouth, sucking it haphazardly for a few seconds before I had to nudge her away. Long story short, she had no idea how to give a blowjob, and did not want to disappoint me at the same time. Except, that there was no one to impress here – or there. Under her insistence, I taught her how to give me a handjob, at the same time touch herself so there would be ample juices/ lubrication to elevate my ‘experience’. In her defence, she did come up with the surprise hand-to-mouth swap during my ejaculation, before sealing the deal with her subsequent swallow of my load.

Once we were done with each other and with official work, it was just 4pm. Yet everyone else had long finished their tasks and left to enjoy the bonus half day off. Except for me, and Xiao Qing, who walked the grounds a last time, only to reach another surveillance blindspot – at the bottom of the staircase after the door leading up to the office.

This time, we did it naked, while standing, with the steps supporting the numerous positions she wanted to try,

（小情问）‘还有下一次吗？‘
(Xiao Qing asked, Is there a next time?)

（我答）‘你说呢？’
(I answered, What do you think?)

（小情信心说）‘当然啦！这么爽！我会保密的。谁都不能破坏我们的感情。’
(She replied confidently, Of course! It felt so good! I will keep it secret. No one can ruin our relationship.)

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New Mission

As much as she tried to behave ‘normal’, Amelia could not shake off the fear that someone might recognise her, even though she had taken all the precautions to avoid that. To make matters worse, that tanned, young NS boy walking next to her was still talking casually to her, possibly also trying to suppress any awkwardness he had, to which she chose not to reply a word to.

(NS boy asked) ‘Your IC?’

Amelia slid out the card from one of the pockets in her tote bag, long prepared for this moment so not one more second would be wasted.

(Front desk asked) ‘Just visiting right? No more than 2 person can be in the room after midnight.’

(NS boy answered) ‘Yes. Just visiting sir.’

Once they were registered, they went straight into the lift and Amelia couldn’t resist lunging herself into his arms, burying her face in his stiff chest to relief all the stress of this meeting. It has been a long time since she had felt this flustered, especially after she had a baby, and faced growing alienation from her husband – for some reason.

From the mirrors in the lift, she could see herself clearly. She wasn’t very fat, nor scarily thin, but short, and full-figured. It would be the first time she had done this, but she had never felt more safe and assured being surrounded by 4 walls and a stranger’s hug.

Once inside the room, the other two guys, also similarly tanned, fit, and short haired shook her hand eagerly, introducing themselves to the soft spoken wife with slight hesitation. After exchanging formalities, Amelia reminded the boys of the plan and excused herself into the bathroom. Stripping herself down to nothing, she pulled a blindfold over her eyes and opened the door.

(Amelia asked softly) ‘Jordan?’

‘Yupp! I’m here.’

(Amelia cont.) ‘Hold my hand and guide me to the bed. Are your clothes off?’

(Jordan answered) ‘Yes. It’s off.’

After Jordan sat her down on the short edge of the bed, Amelia positioned him right in front of her face.

(Amelia further asked) ‘Can you ask your friends to stand next to you on both sides?

Once she had ‘confirmed’ their positions in front of her, she began groping around for his dick, that was pleasantly erect. Without saying a word more, her head dived straight for his throbbing manhood and began making long, deep strokes. Groans quickly filled the room at once, along with some giggles that faded away after both her hands located the other two penises by Jordan’s side.

With her fingers wrapped around their shafts, her thumbs did all the teasing and prodding, while her lips and tongue kept working. Soon, the three of them were gasping and moaning while their bodies rocked back and forth out of balance, and yet none of them rushed anything.

(Amelia panting) ‘Ahhh.. you’re next.’

A little wriggle of her right hand brought the corresponding guy to the centre, where her mouth swiftly resumed work while her hands massaged the other two dicks. One by one, each of them were devoured till Amelia was satisfied, and she knew exactly how close they were to cumming – if she wished for them to. About 15 minutes of that crazy, mind-boggling consecutive blowjob later, she let all of them go and turned herself around onto her fours, facing the headboard.

Although she couldn’t see, there wasn’t really a need to, since her toes were still dangling over the edge of the mattress (in doggystyle).

(Amelia asked) ‘Whoever I sucked last, can you put on a condom and help yourself? Jordan come kneel in front of me.’

Before Jordan could get in position, a hot, thick penis was splitting her vaginal walls apart, with less inhibition that she had liked. Still, it felt hot, and raw, enough for moans to escape her mouth while she struggled to get a hold of Jordan’s hips in front of her face. In little time, her mouth soon found its rightful place and began slurping on Jordan’s slightly deflated dick to its full glory, while one of her free hands continued to stroke the non-penetrating guy to keep him warm.

Like the eager, horny, young men they were, that dick pumping wildly inside him was anything but paced. The insides of Amelia was spread so deep and fast inside that orgasms were just awaiting for the right time to erupt.

(Random voice) ‘ARGH ARGH ARGH! I’M SHOOTING! NOWWWW!’

One, two, three deep thrusts brought her upper body into a small shiver, as orgasm flooded her head. Feeling a little dizzy from the lack of air and the powerful climax, Jordan and his buddy held her gently while she went weak.

(Jordan asked) ‘You alright?’

(Amelia panting) ‘Yeah.. whoever just came.. don’t tie the condom.. Mmmm!’

She yanked Jordan’s balls back to her face and sucked him off again, for a few seconds until he was rock hard.

(Amelia commanded) ‘You’re next.’

While Jordon armed himself, Amelia patted the empty space in front of her for his buddy to take his place, but first cleaned the expended muzzle with her mouth. Once everyone was in place, Amelia took the second dick into her mouth and began sucking loudly, while Jordan slipped himself inside. Thinner but slightly curved, he hit her right spot once, then repeatedly rammed that same spot until her second orgasm came – within a minute.

Her convulsing body made her blowjob even hotter as she attempted to muffle her moans by going deep throat, gagging so hard it worried everyone in the room. Everyone kind of slowed down until she resumed shoving her head into his groin, choking herself willingly, that everyone really went all out on her. Saliva, pussy juices, cum-covered hand, soiled her body and things got hotter than ever.

Jordan took slightly less time to cum, but the three boys knew exactly what to do next. They rotated their angles, and a fresh dick was inside her in no time. By then, Amelia has had 3, or 5? orgasms, and the last of them was the thickest, and longest. Her next few minutes were solely filled with muffled screams and violent convulsions as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, right up to the few seconds AFTER that last dick filled the balloon with semen.

(Random voice) ‘Are you ok miss?’

(Amelia answered weakly) ‘Yes.. very ok.. pause where is the first condom?’

Lying defeated on the bed, she was handed the cold cum pouch, and she proceeded to pour its content into her mouth.

(Amelia moaned) ‘Mmm.. slightly sweet.. and the next one?’

One by one, she swallowed the nutrients from the healthy young men, and wriggled herself lower to the edge of the bed.

(Amelia asked) ‘Does anyone wants.. seconds?’

A hand then tilted her head sideway, followed by a dick that reeked of cum and rubber. The other two guys jeered and jumped straight to her sides, leveraging her ‘free hands’ for handjobs. Very gently and slowly, that meat pipe slid in and out of her mouth, while her hands were skilfully guided up and down, until everyone was filled with vigour once again.

That dick in her mouth went first, in missionary. With renewed stamina and a longer reflux time, Amelia was just in her own world as another dick in her mouth restricted sufficient air intake, bombarding her exhausted body with waves of euphoria and orgasms as they came. The boys were gentler, though still as eager.

One by one, they gave her their second loads, and politely requested for her to clean them up with her mouth.

After close to three hours of interchanging partners and a variety of mutual pleasure, the boys were finally done. Despite sounding very embarrassing, they actually brought her into the bathroom to wash every nooks and cranny of hers, right up into her pussy (with just clean fingers and water). For that one time, Amelia couldn’t resist asking them if they want to stick a finger inside her ass, with that experience being the firsts for all four of them.

As expected, more orgasms flooded the bathroom, alongside a steamy rain shower blowjob given in turns. Only this time, she unleashed her full prowess of her soul-destroying blowjobs, giving them the real taste of a woman who took men-pleasing very seriously in her mouth. Three more loads of puny cum later, the boys stumbled one at a time out of the bathroom, strangely silent in relative to the wild gangbang that just happened.

Following their arrangement, the men got dressed, tidied up the bed, and left the room after giving her a hug each. They had all agreed to let her have the room – until 8am the next day.

The next morning, at 8am sharp, the boys had returned, with a new box, and a small piece of jewellery from Pandora for her.

And for her, she had intentionally skipped shower, and put on the pair of sexy lingerie she had wanted to surprise them with. In return for their sweet gesture of that Pandora bracelet, she had forgone the blindfold. There was no more holding back, no more instructions, except for one – leave as much cum as possible on her body and face, before showering her again, like the previous night.

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Monster Inc.

I had just barely taken my shoes off when she pushed those straps of her maroon dress off her shoulders, letting them fall onto her feet to reveal the pair of laced bra she had worn to register our marriage. As her hands fumbled at my belt, my attempt to pull her in for a kiss was brutally rejected, only for her to descend to my waist level once my pants were down.

While I was still worried about the stink that might be present from the whole day of running about, her lips had gone straight down my shaft, forcing a surprised groan out of me.

Honestly, it was the first time my newly-wedded wife had ever displayed this level of affection. Although we had known each other for some time, we only went into a (spoken) agreement to have a ‘cohabitation trial’ about 8 months ago.

Having reached an age when I could theoretically marry anyone and face minimal resistance from my parents, Fii was well out of my consider, largely due to her young age. However, from where she came from, she was at that age where women were more than ready to find a spouse.

So those few months we spent together, while we worked out the legality, finances, we were both more focused on exploring the suitability of our personalities. Because of those ‘more important’ factors, we had an understanding to completely avoid any penetrative intercourse, and ‘indulge’ in any others when our moods align – as our mutual ‘checks’ for sexual health.

Against the door that we had just walked through, I could barely keep my eyes open as her head bobbed back and forth, one hand fondling my balls while her other pulled against my butt to keep me from backing out. That hand-lip combo on my dick was fully dominating me, pleasuring my brain to a pulp without a second of rest.

(I groaned) ‘Fii! I’M GONNA SHOOT!’

I groaned hard but softly over her head, only for her to let go of her hand (around my shaft) and devouring me with just her mouth. Within seconds, my warning came true and huge squirts of cum went straight into her calm and unwavering cheeks.

(Fii answered cheekily) ‘Mmm.. sedap.. ‘

Before I could catch my breath, she took the rest of my clothes off and later her own, leaving them strewn on the ground while leading me into the showers. The cold water hit my head first to provide some spine-chilling relief, but that was as ‘cleansing’ as I got once she lathered me up. That little break we took to soap each other lasted quite a while, but her enthusiastic hands never left my deflated dick untouched for too long.

About the time we rinsed the soap off, her mouth was at my hips again, and she continued to suck me off until I managed to sit on the toilet (which was covered). Under the sunlight glowing through the frosted window, her eyes were locked on mine as my dick disappeared between her lips, while her tongue snaked around it periodically to tease my hyper-sensitive state.

Once I was hardened, she helped me onto my feet, brought me under the running waters, and stuck her butt out at me.

(Fii taunted) ‘Masukin sayang?’

Fulfilling her wish, I slipped my saliva-coated dick into her and thrusted. Slowly at first, then picked up pace when she started backing up at me. We started in standing doggy, but as I went harder, the bathroom mat soon went under our feet to provide some grip, and comfort, when she finally landed on her hands and knees under the rain shower.

Since it was my second round, I lasted slightly longer, but still, it did not take long for me to reach climax, and it would by my first time cumming raw into her. When the deed was finally done, we rinsed and dried each other’s bodies off, but it was apparent that girl was still ‘hungry’.

Again, without any breaks, she led me to the bed and laid me down, sitting herself over my face in 69 to resume sucking me off. Honestly, I was already as ‘tiny’ as I could get, but her mouth and tongue never rested. She just kept going, and going, no matter if I returned the favour, until I was erected. This time, it was her turn to perform.

She moved her hips over mine, tucked my lubricated dick into her, and began riding, like never before. My muscles were spasming all over, and cramps were appearing more frequently, but she just kept grinding. Fii then came once, then twice, and managed to get into a squatting position to bounce on my exhausted body for the final lap.

By then, her vaginal walls were completely sealed around my shaft for the last few strokes, and when her knees finally gave way, the opening of her pussy clenched onto me so tightly that it hurt, while the incoming orgasm milked me till I came.

Alas, her body collapsed onto mine, and we just laid like that, me still inside her, in bed while I fiddled my phone to start the air-conditioning and dimmed the lights. W both went hungry that night, because after her fit of sexual hunger, it was my turn to unleash the love and passion I had withheld throughout our cohabitation trial.

For a long time, none of us could resist the sight of each other’s naked bodies, and we have established a new rule against wearing any clothes in the house.

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Fucked Childhood

Fan note – When I read your latest story, it reminded myself of mine. Although vastly different from yours(?), I think it might also be considered an ‘alternate’ scenario? For clarification, I am a male.

This happened way back but a recent (condolence) meeting brought the three of us together again, and that situation couldn’t get anymore awkward. While most of us (guys) would see it as a ‘fortunate’ event, I was still consumed by the ick and twistedness of it even after many years had passed, all because it has somehow shaped my current ‘personality’.

For context, I was about 12 then, going into secondary school. I could remember my exact age it happened because I had to move accommodations to my uncle’s house which was closer. His family had 2 daughters (14 & 15) studying in that same school, and a spare bedroom. I was the second (of three) child in my family so it was kind of a relief for my parents.

His 2 daughters were typical ‘lians’, likely due to how little my aunty and uncle was home. Skirts a little too short, elastic bands at the hems of their blouse, and piercings that had to be hidden from all adults. As a new member to their household, they kept their distance at the beginning. Since I was in lower secondary, the workload and subjects were fairly few compared to the stuff they were going through. So I was mostly home, and was taught to clean and upkeep the household to show my gratitude for their kindness.

I was doing the same thing in my own home anyway. Sweeping, mopping, wiping – and doing laundry. I was no stranger to panties and bras, though I usually just leave them in a clean laundry basket for my mom to pack it herself. But at 13, I was obviously stunned by how tiny and.. colourful.. teenage panties could get. Although none of it was lace or see-through, most of them were thongs.

How could I not be ‘distracted’? Right?

Anyway, I did their laundry as I’ve always done it and kept my thoughts to myself. Another small but important fact, their parents both had to work. Dad in some kind of engineering job, and mom as a hawker stall assistant. So none of them would be home between 10am to 6pm. Anyway, I kept my distance from the sisters, and they had little or nothing to say to me – until that day.

One fine day, on a weekend, we happened to be in the living room together watching whatever was on the TV when Natalie, the older of them, asked me if I ever felt weird doing their laundry. And I explained that it was normal. Emily, the younger of them, then asked, if I had ever seen a woman’s part upclose, to which I replied, ‘only on the internet’.

I couldn’t remember how that conversation went but someone asked if they could see mine and she would show me hers in exchange. To my youngers self then, ‘just see see’ was as harmless as it sounded. I stood in front of them between the coffee table and sofa, and slowly pulled my shorts down (I didn’t wear an underwear because I was home).

They looked, and held it. One of them took a whiff, and got her head nudged onto my dick. Then, it got bigger, and bigger, until it was fully erect. ‘Wow.. ‘, was that one word I remembered. ‘Have you shoot before?’, someone asked. I nodded. ‘How?’, and I replied, ‘I moved my hand up and down.’

‘Like this?’, as the hand moved, my knees almost gave way. I had never imagined it to feel so much better for someone else to do it, and my face turned so red they kept commenting on it. Being my first ‘experience’ with someone else’s hand, I tapped out within 2 minutes. I remembered how it happened too. I was about to cover the tip of my dick when they used one hand each to hold my hands down, and continued to jerk me until cum squirted far out onto their legs.

Instead of being shocked, their eyes were locked onto my face as one of their hands kept going, until I begged them to stop. Embarrassed and lost, they kept me seated on the coffee table while they wiped the cum off themselves.

‘Who’s pussy do you want to see?’, I kept quiet to that question. ‘You! You show him yours’, Nat shoulder bumped Emily and they had a little girl-fight to get her shorts off. Once her bottom was freed, she raised her feet onto the sofa and opened her legs. Needless to say, my eyes were glued. Skinny thighs, almost skin-coloured pussy. It wasn’t only after I got older did I know that that was how a 15 year old pussy should look like – untouched.

Natalie then got up and moved me to sit between them. Reaching across my legs, she then grabbed one of my hand and dragged it to her sister’s groin, isolating my middle finger and shoved me into her sister’s hands. ‘You guide him la!’, she chided at Emily. Emily then brought that finger up her slit, and stopped at the top before I reached her belly.

‘Rub here’, she pushed my fingertip into the slit and I felt that little nub. Her face too, was flushing like mine. As my finger went on autopilot, my eyes remained on her shut-eyes-face. She was panting deeper, and her thighs were shivering harder. One of her hands were on my forearm, and her other was on my wrist, resisting slightly in case I hurt her.

Natalie was not sitting idle either. She reached over my leg and grabbed my dick once again, which had gotten hard due to the ongoing situation. It was that exact moment, the loop was finally closed. Something came over me then to brazenly place my free hand over her legs, parting them slowly until her feet was on the couch as well. I then found my way into those loose shorts of hers and did the same as my other hand.

The three of us just sat in that position, jerking and rubbing each other off. The girls took turns with me as my refectory period took more time, but none of us really paused. We came one by one, and by the end of a 30-minute long cartoon, we were exhausted. No one said anything but the two sisters went to take a shower immediately, leaving me to sit alone half-naked, brain overwhelmed by ‘bliss’.

After them, I went and got myself cleaned up. Back in the living room, they told me not to tell anyone about this, because I was not supposed to know this at my age. I said ok.

From the next day onwards, they were home earlier than usual, to do that ‘fun’ thing with me before the adults came home. And I indulged myself immensely in it too, without any deeper thoughts. Soon, our ‘daytime’ activity crossed the line into the nights, when one or both their parents would be home. At first, it was just casual teasing, poking and rubbing over my shorts whenever they had the chance. Then, it escalated to those times when we would be seated side by side, although I was mainly the one doing the work because of how ‘messy’ my cum could get if they reciprocated.

About a year passed after it began, and Emily, the younger of them, came into my room one afternoon. ‘Go lie on the bed’, she commanded, and I obeyed. There was something about her that day, which felt more like frustration or anger, than the usual playful mood. Without any warning, she yanked my shorts off and took hers off as well. Then, she climbed over my belly and slid herself back, until our genitals touched.

‘Don’t say anything’, she quipped. Her wet and warm orifice then slipped over mine and my mind went blank immediately. I was so overwhelmed by how hot and slippery and erotic that I lost control of my body. My hands just clenched the sheets at my sides while she bounced her hips up and down, groaning and moaning into the wall behind me.

It was my first time, and it lasted minutes. Within a few strokes of that powerful hips, I was trembling like a fish while cum erupted into her pussy, and she just kept going. My head was twisting left and right from the agony but she just kept going. The cramps in my thighs, the ache in my abdomen, the coat of perspiration on my forearm, and the beads of sweat appearing on my face, all did nothing to slow her down.

She, just kept riding. After another load of cum fired into her pussy, she then slowly pushed herself upright, and kind of stopped moving. It was just her fingers on her clit now, rubbing left and right, as her moans softened into purrs. By then, my dick had shrunk out of her, but I managed to get a few of those initial squeezes in her pussy.

At last, Emily came, and she collapsed on my chest.

‘What happened to you?, I asked in a worried voice.

‘I let a guy finger me, and he kept doing it even though I said it hurt’, she sighed.

It was then I realised, that there were other guys out there – who didn’t care. We went on to do our own things that day, and it wasn’t long before Natalie found out about what we did. Being older, and having dated before, she knew more – about positions.

The two sisters then rotated between themselves, letting themselves into my room at around 3-4pm every afternoon, to release their stress, and mine. It would go on until I was 16 (and them 19-20) when I dated my first girlfriend, whom was clueless about ‘adult subjects’. My sisters being official teenagers then, had began to dress even more daringly, with those tiny tops and shorts. I had tried to decrease the number of times we’d do ‘it’, but they always had their ways with me. Be it random blowjobs, or completely one-side cowgirl rides, I was being treated more like a dildo then.

After I finished my final year of secondary school, I moved back to my parents’ place. And everything went back to normal. We met each other a few more times during Chinese New Year, but after a few more years, work and scheduling took CNY from us.

I eventually married my first girlfriend, and she is still in the dark about that part of my childhood. How did the sisters ‘ruined’ me you asked? Well, the sofa became my favourite spot to fuck on, and even more thankfully, my wife was into making amateur videos, right on said sofa, making some clips an exact re-enactment of my best childhood memories.