The Love Shared - Sex Stories

The Love Shared

... forbidden dance. We heard the front door slam shut and broke away from one another, she turned around to face the sink as I quickly sat back at the table, my erection was hurting as it pushed against the fabric of my trousers. It had somehow found a way out of my boxers and it was desperate to escape the next wall of clothing too. Bobbie walked into the kitchen and dumped her coat down onto the table, her bag quickly followed. ''Hey honey, how was your day?' Mom asked her before clearing her throat, ''Sucked, a boy slapped me on the bum and it hurt. It still feels painful now.'' she said. ''Oh dear, let me see,'' Mom said finishing the buttons on her top and turning around. Bobbie turned to face me as she pulled down the back of her trousers to show Mom, ''Oh no, Bobbie, that looks sore!'' said Mom sympathetically, ''Show Doc.'' she said. I didn't want to see it, but Bobbie seemed to be in the mood where she wanted sympathy from everyone, even me, and that meant playing the hurt victim. She walked over to me wearing a pair of puppy dog eyes and turned around, leaning forward slightly whilst still holding down her trousers to reveal her buttocks. There was a glowing red hand mark on the right hand cheek, ''Jesus Christ Bobbie, whoever that kid is he has quite a swing on him.'' I told her. She pulled her trousers up and just stood for a moment, revelling in the fact she was centre of attention. ''Why don't you go upstairs and get some air to it, I'll come and run you a cool ...

... bath.'' I told her. I didn't get to be a decent big brother often, but when I did I nailed it. Plus, I was in a pretty good mood. She smiled and ran upstairs as I looked at Mom, she was staring at me right back and as I got up from the chair and took a step toward her, Bobbie shouted from the top of the stairs, ''Come on then Doc!'' she yelled. My previous thoughts about my family being boring was wrong, hugely wrong. The new term I would use to describe my family was fucked up. God fucking knows what kind of relationship I was having with my mother, as I headed towards the stairs the only thing on my mind was kissing Mom again. It wasn't a healthy way for either of us to deal with our hormones, but neither one of us seemed to want to hold back and put a stop to it. As I reached the top of the stairs, my little sister was outside the bathroom door and stripping right in front of me. I moved passed her and into the bathroom, twisting the taps on and tossing in a bath bomb, Bobbie came to my side and I realised Mom was right, Bobbie needed a fucking bra. She was nine years old and had these small puffy tits, with tiny pink nipples standing at attention. She stood next to me as I ran my hands around in the water, keeping an eye on the temperature to make sure it wasn't too cold. Her hands rested on the edge of the bath and arms were straight, pushing her small puffy boobs together as she watched my hands play around with the water. I flicked her in the face and she winced, but ...