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Random Mom

(Jesse whispered) ‘Wait wait.. ‘

Right outside the lift at the twenty-second storey of her block, she stopped Nicholas by his wrist and stayed very still, as if listening for anyone nearby. After a minute or so of silence, she led him up a flight of steps and dropped her handbag on the ground, before leaning against the rail to flip her skirt up.

‘What.. ‘

(She whispered) ‘Fuck me here.. ‘

‘Huh? Now?’

‘I can’t possibly bring you home can I?’

The confused gentleman who brought her up that block out of goodwill then undid his pants slowly, still trying to figure out what or how did he get into such a ‘treat’. Initially wanting to make sure she could find that unit she was asking him about, it quickly turned into an intimate encounter with a woman clearly older than her, yet maintaining a very youthful looking figure from the thin waist, slender legs, and wide thigh gap.

Once he got to his underwear, she brazenly reached into it for his dick, while still facing forward. Somehow, she got really excited when she landed her hand on his member, clumsily ‘stuffing’ him into her pussy that was barely wet.

(He whispered) ‘Hey hey.. Let me. You’re not wet enough yet.’

He snatched his cock back and proceeded to rub her clit with it, swiping up and down with occasional ‘penetration tests’ to check for her readiness. A minute of teasing later, her fingers appeared from underneath, getting hold of his dick so she could put it right where she needed him most.

‘ARGHH!’

‘Shhh!’

The accidental groan pleased her nonetheless, though it did cause some worry about someone hearing them. In a few strokes, he was completely buried inside that gradually moistening hole, getting more slippery with each thrust of his.

‘oh yes.. this is it.. you’re doing good.’

Her soft comments managed to ego-boost his size inside her, pleasuring her sweet spots with each inward jab that activated all her nerve endings. Holding both her arms for support, he let his hips did the rest of the work pounding her rhythmically, ramming that enlarging cock so deeply and forcefully.

Of course, he was groaning form time to time too, but he was mostly quiet to hear her voice better.

‘It.. it has been so long.. Since I had a dick inside me.. ‘

(He groaned softly) ‘Same for me too.. ‘

Having lost control of his rhythm at one point, it wasn’t long before he sensed his impending load about to blow up into her. Freezing his motion suddenly, he didn’t realise that she went crazy with that accidental edging, leaving her hanging right when she was about to get her high.

(She asked) ‘Do you want to lean at the wall? You look all weak now.’

(As he panted) ‘Yeah.. You.. you got me all crazy and weak. Let me rest for a while.’

Backing up to his chest, she easily slanted his head to her face, making out with her passionate tongue that slithered so slyly around. Dick tucked between her thighs, she casually caught hold of it and slipped the little him right into her pussy, shocking him with her boldness.

Shortly after, she began humping him backwards, milking his cock that was so close to ejaculation, in that tight, convulsing vaginal muscles. Leaving him with no space to escape, she rode him standing until he got really frantic, confusing lust with logic.

(He sternly said) ‘I’m cumming. Let me go now.’

(She grinned) ‘No? It’s safe to cum inside me. And I’m not letting you go.’

Mere minutes after she started grinding him up on that wall, he lost his sanity and slapped his hands over her waist, gripping them hard as his load pumped crazily into her pussy that was dying to have all of him inside.

The huge amount of semen flowed out of her once he was done, and it triggered the most satisfying orgasm from her too. Weakly stepping away from him, cum dripped loudly onto the floor as she stumbled onto a step, panting heavily for the climax that just blew her mind away.

(She panted) ‘You came so much.. ‘

‘You are the one who caused it.’

They wearily put their clothes back on and went two floors up to her unit, where a farewell kiss parted him, and her back to her son who was watching TV in the living room.

(Jesse WhatsApp) ‘Available tomorrow?’

(Nicholas WhatsApp) ‘Always.’

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Unoccupation

At the end of the two-hour long, terrarium workshop, I had became good friends with Alicia, the other girl who came alone. For most of the whole session, we were the only two who did the activity without any friends like the rest of the group, in a way, forcing us to ‘team up’ to get the more challenging task of arranging our resin ornaments in the tiny jar.

By the time we were done, the whole group had more or less known each other’s name, but it wasn’t any less awkward for the two of us.

(She asked) ‘Do you have any plans after this? Wanna grab lunch together?’

‘Yeah sure. I’m not in a rush.’

The eighteen year old girl had just completed her diploma, and looked nothing but ‘cool’ to me, with her crop top and tight black shorts, skin artistically covered with tattoos that didn’t seemed too overboard. Settling for lunch at a Subway joint under the mall, we continued to chat while admiring our jars of achievement, made with more love than we had for anything else – at least for that moment.

(She asked) ‘Hey. You know, I don’t know if it’s weird to ask this. But, would you mind to accompany me for a bit more? I had initially wanted to go to somewhere quiet and spend some time alone. But you seem like good company.’

‘Why not? I like to do that some times too.’

‘Really?! Okay! I’ll finish up this bit.’

With a bright smile across her face, she chomped up the last two mouth of her meatball marinara, and crumpled her wrapper before I was done. Leaving that place with our ‘garden’ in our arms, I followed her out of the mall to a long stretch of old shophouses, finally reaching the ‘place’ she claimed to have spent days’ worth of alone-time in – an unoccupied unit on the second floor, right above a Chinese warehouse.

There, with the flooring acceptably clean, we took a corner away from the window (still bright from the setting sun), and whipped out a bag of chips, cigarettes, and some ice cold soft drinks. Spending the last bit of sunlight smoking and laughing at our funny life moments, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to her.

Despite her ‘lian-ish’ look, she carried herself well with fluent, non-Singlish English, and very demure attitude in her outlook of life.

‘Do you want to sit closer? I don’t think we should be talking too loudly now that it’s dark.’

That said, I shifted next to her and let her lay her head on my shoulders, paying more attention to the mellow Mandarin songs playing on her phone. Instead of finding something to distract myself, I soon realised my embarrassing stare at her resting face, glued to those dark, red lips, fur-like soft eyebrows, sharp nose bridge, protruding collarbones..

‘Are you looking at me?’

Hearing those words come out of nowhere definitely shocked me, since she had her head down all the time, how could she tell?

‘Just a little? Haha. You’re nice to look at.’

‘Is there anything else to me besides that?’

‘Yes. There is so much more to you than that.’

As if I had given her the right answer, her head gently lifted away and turned in my direction, giving me the unobstructed view into her deep gazing eyes. For a good minute, our pupils glanced nowhere else, but into the souls sitting in front of us.

There was not a single bit of that ‘kissing’ urge, nor thoughts to go further than where we were. We just looked, and looked, till her chin rose, and lower lip fell. Our eyes remained opened as I brought my face upon hers, pushing our lips together and falling into a trance (along with closing eyes).

Right then, the most sensual make-out-session occured. Squeezing lips with lips, tongues appeared random to moisturise our connecting parts. It didn’t take long for her hands to run up my neck, pulling me closer as we began kissing our way down our chins.

(She whispered passionately) ‘Fuck.. This is so hot.. ‘

(I whispered) ‘I know right.’

The moment she started lifting my shirt up, I knew it was happening and I didn’t wait too long to do the same, stripping her body-hugging top off to expose her caged bra. In a flash, that black inner wear came off as well and my head was pushed against her chest, my mouth feeding on those erected, hard nipples like a hungry baby.

Something so small, had turned into something so stimulating in my control. As she adjusted me to lie on the wooden floor, she pecked her way down my chest, belly, and quickly undid my jeans.

‘fuck.. ‘

Hearing that whisper loud and clear, I opened my drowsy eyes and saw her staring right at my manhood, looking all thick and alive without so much a touch from her.

(I whispered extra softly) ‘Hey.. You don’t have to do anything to it you know?’

‘Haven’t I already done something? It can’t be hard for no reason.’

She slid her ass across the floor and removed her shorts with a bit of struggle. But it didn’t take long for us to get busy with our hands, jerking my hard cock while I vibrated my fingertip on her clit. Moans and groans slowly filled the living room as we petted heavily, satisfying each other as best as we could without crossing the line.

After ten minutes of intensifying handjob/ fingering, I became the first to give in to my desire – her.

‘Shall we end the night with one more orgasm? And if you’d like, you can jerk me off.’

‘Wait! Aren’t you going to fuck me?’

I got up instantly and stopped her stroking hand, giving her a glare that couldn’t be more firm. As much as I wanted to ‘do’ her right there and then, I AM still a stranger. This would be the best, or better, example of One-Night-Stand if I ever let my little head at the better of me.

‘No. I think none of us need a one-night stand, or another if you had one before.’

‘You’re right.’

Her face turned solemn all of a sudden, and I was genuinely glad she gave it more thought. But what followed..

‘So this won’t be just a one-night stand. I’ll be happy to be yours whenever you want it.’

Before my very eyes, she crawled to my feet, dragged me flat onto the ground, and then yanked at my (further) wrist till I was on top of her.

(She whispered seductively) ‘Can you fuck me now?’

‘Yes.. ‘

I swung my hips at her opened legs and got in on the first try. The single stroke that pried, pierced, and stayed, drove us completely wild instantaneously. She held onto her own knees as I thrusted fast and deep, dipping my long cock as hard as I wanted into her soft, moist vagina. The both of us held nothing back as our voices echoed around the whole house, creaking the floor as I hammered her top-down in varying angles.

That skinny little thing was in a mess when her limbs went out of control, grasping for our clothes, bags, my back, my arms, as I fucked her faster by the second. In front of her, was me who was putting up awkward expressions, trying to hold my load back as her pussy overwhelmed both my heads repeatedly with each inward jab.

After the second time she came from our penetrative sex, a domino of back-to-back, body-thrashing orgasms have possessed her.

(She moaned hysterically) ‘You’re getting bigger!’

(As I panted hard) ‘It’s you.. who is.. getting tighterrrrr.. ‘

Sensing the final moments of my pleasure, I grabbed both her knees, shut them and turned her to a side so I could lean forward for a defining kiss. Exchanging saliva through agonising groans, I picked up speed and rammed her until the last stroke, which I abruptly pulled the brakes to her dismay.

‘I’m cumming.’

‘Slowly, slowly.. out.. ‘

Once I had a few seconds to figure my biological timing out, I removed that dripping stick from her and sat back in my corner. Alicia then crawled to me on her fours and began going down on me, like how a kitty would drink water. Sucking with care at first, she gradually made it into a face-fuck, shoving her mouth over my cock throat-deep.

Taking at least two minutes in this position, I was in a state of frenzy, falling left and right, arching back and forth for the trigger.

‘NOW! NOW!’

She lifted her lips to the little head and held her position, leaving me to myself as I felt a strong build up of cum spray from the tiny slot, right into her waiting mouth. Coupled with a light suction from her, everything, and I meant everything, left my body lifeless, into and down her throat which she swallowed for me to see.

‘Keep sucking my tits.’

My tired jaws worked on her sticky cups as she wore her shorts back, and I took a longer time to wear my clothes back. Fifteen minutes later, everything was tidied and we made our escape without any trouble. On the way back to the MRT, we kept our distance but were talking about the sex we just had.

At a distance before the gantry, we hugged for a long while before separating our exhausted bodies.

(I asked) ‘Did your answer change?’

‘Tomorrow. 8pm. Same place where we just left our fluids.’

We parted ways but kept texting for hours, until we meet again, with the same snacks and drinks – plus condoms.

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Rocking her Yacht

‘Sir, may I take your jacket and bag?’, the very young looking teen in a white t-shirt too long to see her bottoms took the belongings she asked for and walked me into the yacht, the first that was private to just one person. Through the decked out minimalistic white entertainment room, we passed the dining room before climbing a spiral staircase, to the highest point of the boat covered in faux carpet grass.

She pointed in the direction of the girl who invited me, and quietly set my bag and jacket that looked so ever ‘cheap’ given that setting. Angela and I, began chatting on Whisper (app) a few weeks ago, in a topic of ‘self-contentment’ she couldn’t quite comprehend. A super rich, second generation of a multi-billionaire, had chartered a private jet to fly me from Singapore to the States where she lived.

Donning the fairest, visually-softest skin, that glowed in the setting sun, the messy shawl strewn over her body had me distracted by what was under it. I took the other day bed that was empty, and removed my top as she asked, to bask in however much sunlight there was. Taking off from where we stopped chatting on the app, we hit off and got back on track without much discomfort, although it was mostly me doing the talking.

The girl with no concept of poverty, difficulty, simplicity of life, had nothing but interest in how I lived. To think I could manage to get attention from someone like her, I was more fearful of the luxurious indulgence I might be falling into. As the moon revealed itself behind the clouds, the gaze in her eyes got more mesmerising, staring at me so much that it embarrassed me a little. Such privacy, comfort, tranquiilty, was impossible to achieve in my busy little country. Yet, for someone who was raised amongst these, her mind was much noisier than mine.

Besides the seriousness of what we spoke about, I found it extremely hard not to admire the beautiful contour figure of hers, especially at her waist that was unobstructed by the thin shawl. A simple, black-white bikini bottoms closely wrapped her fine ass, as if too toufu to touch.

‘Angela, dinner is ready’, the same voice whispered between us and she led us to the dining room, where a 6-course, Mediterranean-style dinner filled my tummy up well. Resuming our conversation in her bedroom, we laid even closer in comfort, with her trailing my (round) curves as my voice bedazzled her.

‘What would you do if a girl throws herself at you?’, the question came along with a cheeky smile, which I guessed was more of a teaser than having it actually happening. ‘I’d trust that she knows what she was doing, and would let her have her ways’, I replied the same way if anyone else asked, and she began untying the bikini top under the shawl she wore around her shoulders, still baring her tiny thongs with pride.

The huge difference in our lives, wouldn’t be just in terms of net worth. For someone of her status, a ‘don’t you have a boyfriend’ question, would certainly draw the line between ‘getting shot in the head’ (by him), or ‘too good to be true’. In a calm and smitten smile, she gave her answer, ‘On the contrary’.

She took my frightened-cold hand and slipped it through the cross-fold of the throw (a.k.a. shawl) to let me caress her wealth-filled cups. Playfully pinching her nipples, the innocent, highly-responsive body signals surely did surprise me. While I imagined playboys to have their ‘choice’ of biological ‘outlets’, it wouldn’t be too crazy for her to have a toy boy exclusive to herself – you know? With body checkups and probably a NDA or contract.

In little time, I found myself fingering her in a position where her ass was right by my shoulder, while she curiously inspected my dong. At no point, I felt her sharp, manicured nails. Instead, the gentlest, caring, mindful hand went around that unimaginable piece of sex-driven cock. ‘It’s beautiful’, a whisper floated like the sea breeze into my ears, confusing my ego and humility.

A moist, puffy surface then swiped across the tip, leaving much to my creativity to wonder what she was up to. The most satisfying moment came when her lips sealed around the head, and descended down that glorious piece of meat, filling my mind with nice, good sensations that shivered my whole self.

‘You’re good at it’, I groaned as another wave travelled along my thighs, to the toes that curled up. ‘Oh don’t give me that. It’s just my third time’, according to her history I didn’t probe too much into. Her sensual blowjob lasted for a good ten minutes, before I started turning numb to the predictable cycle of her deepthroat attempts.

Turning her around, coming face-to-face with such a gorgeous girl instantly melted my heart. For a change of location, we went back to the day bed, where the stars sparkled like winks. There, I went on top of her and inserted my urban manliness into her, going in as carefully as she played with me earlier.

At that moment, jazz music came on and we began making love to the tempo, taking all the time we could to enjoy the endless strokes of my shaft thorough brushing the insides of her vagina. Unhurried, we were caught in the right momentum, increasing our pace as the climax built up.

There was no other positions we attempted, since I didn’t want to put her into doggystyle, her being too perfect to be put on her fours.

‘Where do I end tonight?’, I blurted my concern out in the best relaxed tone I could, and she wrapped her legs around me tighter. ‘Inside me. I’m on birth control’, she hugged me closer after and we left the rest of the work to my hips, jutting faster, deeper, and quite mercilessly into that well-maintained little thing.

Battling against my quick breaths, I exclaimed a whisper too loud into her ears, ‘Here it comes!’. ‘Here you cum’, the correction came at the same time as I did, pumping my seeds deep into her love-entrance as I slowed down to a halt. We fell away from each other a minute later and remained on our backs, slanting our bodies to soothe the overworked genitalias.

Honestly, I haven’t fantasised that far to even do what we did, with all those firsts on a boat, in the middle of the sea. That night, we spent a long time in the entertainment room, talking about the possibility of ‘working’ for her, as a companion or sorts.

Some things were finalised, but most weren’t. That attendant on her boat that took my stuff earlier? She tended to us the whole night when we were awake, bathing us, serving us as if she had seen too many times her employer brought men on board.

At the end of the trip, that staff accompanied me back on the private jet home (back to Singapore) and confessed her crush on me. Well, the only thing I could confirm then, was that I will be with Angela in a few weeks’ time, at her own residence this time.

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Visitor Pass

At 8am sharp, the doorbell rang to the ad-hoc housekeeper recommended by a good friend, James. As discussed, for the price of fifty dollars, she would clean the house for three hours, a deal I initially thought was too good to be true. That morning, James was there as well, accompanying her to my doorstep to make sure she found the right address. Leaving her in my care, he left in a hurry and told me to pass her the cash after she was done.

For a start, I wasn’t exactly used to having a maid, even for a few hours. Seeing how well she was coping in the kitchen, I went back to my room where I had kept all my valuables, to continue sleeping. Unknown of how much time has passed, I jolted awake when she rattled the door open.

‘I have cleaned the whole house. Left this room.’, she spoke in fluent English and I was prepared to let her skip my room, since it was in a mess I didn’t want disturbed. Reaching for my wallet, I couldn’t be bothered to check her work and wanted to pay her for whatever she had done, ‘I’ll pay you and you can wait until James come back.’

‘No no! He will be angry if I didn’t do my job’, her voice turned high pitched when I handed her the money, confusing me further. Sensing her distress, I went out to the living room and check the whole house to see a job well done. As far as I was concerned, everything was neat, dust/ grease-free, floor squeaky clean.

‘You did a good job. I’m happy. I’ll add twenty for you.’, that should make her a little less worried, I thought wrongly. Before I could understand what was making her so flustered, I realised there was at least an hour left. ‘Do you want to sit down and talk?’, her eyes gleamed as soon as I said that, and we began chatting.

‘My job is to make you happy, cleaning house is another thing.’, the way she looked at me was unnerving, as my mind began to wander to what might be behind the scene of this whole ‘ad-hoc housekeeping’ deal. A young, teenager of Malay bloodline, brought house-to-house for three hours.

‘What do you mean by making me happy?’, I asked with a doubtful tone, which she understood immediately. She was totally trained for such ‘act-blur’ moments when she began stripping her t-shirt and small shorts off, revealing a set of white thin, see-through lingerie. Her seamless transition to my body got my bottoms off in no time, beginning her ‘work’ for real.

She stroked my growing erection with some saliva, making it so slippery and kinky when she slid her fingers all over it. As much as I hate to say, this girl is well-trained. I sat there lazily, and watched her mouth went over the tip, taking it deep throat as soon as she began. I was given the royal treatment right there and then, on my couch. This sweet, little thing was almost self-entertaining when she slurped me up and down non-stop, listening to my helpless groans for each time she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip.

‘Sir.. Can you sit up?’, she reached her hand out for me and I let her help me up, followed by her sensual hand movements down my chest to spread my thighs. ‘What is this you are doing?’, I had to ask when she turned herself away from me, and was rubbing herself out of my sight.

‘I am not wet enough just now. So I rub a bit. It’s okay now.’, she placed one hand on my shoulder and sat down on my dick, unrolling a condom she held right under her pussy. In slow, timed pace, she went up-down enough times to cap me on fully, leaving no gap between us as she started fucking me.

‘Sir.. Lie down and enjoy okay?’, she was grinding me so skilfully with her ass sticking out, bouncing without so much her thighs touching the sofa. Needless to say, I was just lying there like a bum, pleased by one of the king’s concubines. Without anything much to do, I shut my eyes and let her ride me out.

Shameless or shameful to say, I came after five minutes of high-speed reverse cowgirl and she completed the package by cleaning me up with her mouth. ‘Can I go shower and wait for James?’, the question made me felt really guilty about what I just made her do, and I spent the rest of the thirty minutes in silence, thinking about what James was actually up to.

Almost an hour later, James returned and we had a smoke outside, also to get some feedback about this ‘girl’. After that chat, he spoke to her in private, bringing some new updates to her. In exchange for the accommodation at my place, she would do the housework for me. And on top of that, fulfil her other ‘task’ whenever I wanted.

Living alone has its perks, and ever since she stayed with me, we have been fucking all over the house as often as either of us wanted it. It didn’t take much for me to put her under my own company as an ‘expat’, drawing a salary a few times higher than her previous income from that sleazy job offer of James.

Free from James, she is now mine to do everything with.

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Sis on Pill

As rare as it may be, Pete was still glad to have one of his sister’s friends over, no matter for fun or school work.

(Pete asked) ‘Xiao mei. Your friend?’

‘Yeah! This is Shu Yan.’

‘Oh hi. I’ll just be in my room alright.’

(The girls whispered) ‘Oh my god! Your brother is so cute! .. SHHH!’

Pete closed his door on the girls’ talk and fired up one of his favourite porn videos, shrinking the ‘always on top’ VLC window smaller than usual so he could do his office work while ‘listening’ to it (on his headphones). What seemed like a daily routine came to an end when a voice spoke over his ‘music’.

‘.. you listening to?’

‘What? Oh sh.. ‘

His attempt to close the obvious, guy-banging-girl-in-doggystyle scene only failed spectacularly when the double-click landed on the ‘maximise window’ icon, enlarging the carnage full-screen.

(Yan whispered loudly) ‘ORH HOR!’

‘EH! Wait wait!’

When he finally closed the player, she was just laughing so hard at his flustered face. Not only was she NOT going to rat him out, she got educated on what ‘privacy’, ‘fetish’, ‘urges’, ‘sex’, meant.

‘Your sister is in the toilet with a stomachache. So meanwhile.. ‘

Yan skipped joyfully behind him and after a few seconds, she dropped a pair of panties landed on his lap. At that instant, his sister shouted at Yan to ask if she wanted anything to drink, forcing them to end the conversation there.

(Yan whispered calmly) ‘Open that window! I’ll see ya later.’

The only window in his room, faced the common corridor and was low enough for someone to climb through. Understanding what that meant for Yan, he spent the next thirty minutes eavesdropping on the girls bidding their goodbyes. Two minutes later, a silhouette of Yan appeared at his window.

A hop, a skip, brought her into the room of that ‘hornified’ brother, who still has her panties lying by his keyboard. The pair knew that they had to keep very quiet, or risk messing up the girls’ friendship.

In a flash, she made herself very comfortable in his bed, stripping her cardigan off to reveal her bralet and white shorts in their full glory. That lustful, dreamy eyes that stared at him so seductively, he couldn’t believe how mature girls her age could be.

Stopping shy of just one step from his bed, she yanked him into her arms and threw the blanket over them.

(She whispered) ‘kiss me?’

The sweet, floral scent, combined with her plump lips from the rush of blood, he, nor any men, could resist sticking their tones between them. Their ferocity led their hands under each other’s tops, fondling for too long before freeing their chests of any clothes.

Lying side by side and still making out, shorts were torn apart for the nudity between, exchanging loud gasps that has caught his sister’s attention. Since he hasn’t locked his door after Yan left, none of them noticed the onlooker’s eyes peering through, at the tryst illuminated by the corridor lights.

By luck or chance, Yan flipped the sheets away and let Pete climb on top of her, pecking downward to her pussy in much haste. Thereafter, the fiery duo unleashed a series of groans and less-inhibited moans in forgetfulness of the other person in the house.

Hearing such, wild, sex-filled whimpers, little sister was getting wet on her own. There was no more information she could use from the spying, until much later. It was Pete’s turn to lie on the bed as Yan sat between his opened legs, bending her back forward until her mouth was over his cock.

The first words she said, came out too loud, incidentally for little sister to ‘understand’ her brother better.

(Yan whispered) ‘you’re big! .. do you think Can it fit?’

(Pete replied confidently) ‘Mmm-hmm!’

Although Yan really meant her mouth, little sister was imagining someplace else, wet, and was occupied by fingers. As manly groans emitted from Pete, Yan continued rubbing herself to stay in the mood, like little sister who was outside. That mutual pleasing went on for at least ten minutes, before Yan whispered into Pete’s ear.

Moments later, he slipped a condom on, and helped Yan into doggystyle facing the computer, where the full-screen VLC player was playing the porn scene she caught him at. As the female lead got hammered senseless, Pete’s cock was just beginning to poke into Yan’s part, causing her to fumble for something to hold onto as the rest of it docked.

In no time, they were fucking like mirror images of the porno-flick, going so far as to match their rhythm. Ten minutes passed like that to three individuals, two of whom were getting filled with meat while one of them perspired like a tap, trading morality for lust.

The switch to reverse-cowgirl lasted half as long till Pete expressed his orgasm in a frenzy, ending it all with an exasperated sigh of contentment. On Yan’s part, she dismounted her quickie partner and carefully removed his cum-filled condom, only to suck his load out like an Asian ice-pop. You know, the frozen ones you suck from its tip?

Pete was quick to pull her into his arm for a cuddle, leaving his sister to return to her room to finish herself off. Some time after that, Yan left and the whole house was quiet again, though with two very tired siblings.

Unsure of what time (in the middle of the night) it happened, Pete was awakened by his sheets moving, in the effort of his sister. He forgot that he was still naked.

‘Hey, xiao mei. What’s up?’

‘Did you feel good inside Yan?’

‘Oh no.. ‘


In the dark, he couldn’t make out what she was doing when she bent down, only to inhale deeply when her mouth was felt around his cock. The devastation of finding out that his sister knew what he did with her good friend, entangled with that sick, wrongfully-good sensation pulsating through his spine.

For sure, he got hard again, and it was harder than with Yan. His thigh could feel pointed nipples pressed against it, and a casual brush of his palm across her back told him of her nudity. Once she had adjusted herself to let his hand reach further, he was greeted with the bristles of a comb sticking out of her.

Its removal garnered a cute yelp from her, followed by a sensual ‘mmm’ of relief when he placed a finger on her clit. In time, she got wetter, and he got harder. Hard enough to the point her mind wandered further than any of them should.

(Sister whispered) ‘Do you have anymore condoms?’

‘No. That was the last one.’

‘Kor.. if I told you that I am on the pill, will you do me raw?’

That word, or words, blew his mind up like fireworks. His very own sister, a person whom was already so wrong to have sex with, offered a solution that provided an outlet to his other fantasies. Incest, raw sex, yet still safe. Wrong, wrong, right.

Letting her decide was as irresponsible as saying yes. But that reasoning of ‘fault’ was hard to ignore. He didn’t want to be the one getting blamed, or even jailed. Right! That should be enough for him to say..

‘So I assume it’s a yes?’

‘Mmm.’

She took his hand and let him pull himself up, while she slipped under him to be dominated. A family member he had taken upon himself to protect, to provide, had now presented him with an opportunity to ‘please’.

‘I’ll guide you in.’

Every sentence she said, were in one specific direction, the one he should walk away from. Yet, the tip of his penis was already touching the sides of her fingers she had spread her pussy with. Each inch he took, it broke him a little at a time. Even when he was fully buried inside her, that pleasurable urge seemed to be dampened by righteousness.

‘Pete.. can I call you that whenever we play?’

‘Yes.’

Did it help? Yes. Zooming out from a micro to a macro view of their relationship did strengthen him a little.

‘Pete. Fuck me like you fucked Yan.’

Well, it was more than ‘a little’ that he grew. Before his eyes was no longer his little sister, but a woman. A woman not defined by age, but by experience. A woman who was responding without restraints as he pounded her pussy sore, pumping his thick shaft in and out of her unbelievably tight hole.

Her nails, dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep within as he resisted for another clench of her thigh muscles. They were fucking so hard because of the crime they were aware of committing. When any one of them realised, the other one refuted. It was pure lust that drove them so deep and fast into each other.

(Pete groaning) ‘Jas! Haa.. JASMINE! I’M CUMMING!’

(Sister moaning) ‘oh fuck! OH FUCK! CUM INTO ME! CUM INTO.. MEEEEE!’

Her eyes rolled white as his hips slammed into her pelvis, lining her insides with a hot, generous amount of semen that would find nowhere to inseminate. They were both, ‘home’.

Like how he dozed off the first time, they knocked out together and stayed that way until they heard the door closed a little too hard, signalling the departure of their parents whom had long left their independent kids to themselves.

(Sister whispered) ‘Pete.. it’s up already.’

‘It’s just morning.. might as well right?’

And again, they went like bunnies, but with less worry. It is now his responsibility to ensure her timely intake of that pill which will allow them to fuck anytime they want.

Shu Yan aside.