Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... hole to cum in. I'm nothing but a set of holes. Sir, oh god, yes. Permission to cum, please?"

"Permission granted."

I came, so hard that I nearly blacked out.

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My filters were all long gone. If an erotic thought entered my head, I'd say it without hesitation.

Bed with Emily was a safe space. We'd pushed so many boundaries, discovered so much more about ourselves - there was nothing we couldn't say, couldn't suggest.

And yet, I was still shocked by her words.

"What if we shared you," she said.

"What?"

My head was filled with what I imagined cock smelled like, and it took me a second to adjust.

"My brother and I. What if we...shared you."

I'd never been interested in threesomes before. God knows we'd had offers. And not just from sleazy men, either - a number of our lesbian pals had more than hinted they'd be happy to jump in bed with Emily and I.

I'd never been interested.

Until now.

"Yes," I moaned, after a long pause. "I want to feel you both inside me at once."

"What if..."

Now it was Emily's turn to hesitate.

"What if you watched as he fucked me?"

My mouth went dry.

Incest.

Real incest.

Real, fictional incest.

"Yes," I rasped. "I...I...yes. Please.Please."

The Rembrandts sang their familiar refrain as the next episode started. It was the one with the tea leaves.

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Every night was different. Sometimes Emily would whisper her brother's fantasies into my ears, tell me she was following his ...

... orders. Tell me that her job was to let me know what he wanted of me. I would cum again and again, my lover's fingers deep inside me, my mind being filled with impossible fantasies.

Sometimes she'd tie her hair back, lower her voice, put on a strap-on, and dominate me. As a lesbian, I'd never even been remotely submissive - as a slave to her brother, I was a dripping mess at the snap of her fingers. I once spent forty minutes fellating the strap-on, Emily insulting and denigrating me as I did. The floor grew wet with my drool, my jaw was totally exhausted, but I never hesitated. I obeyed.

Sometimes, we'd film ourselves fucking. Every move we made was for the camera. We'd pretend that Emily's brother was away on a school trip, and without his personal sluts there to serve him, we had to provide sexual stimulation however we could.

Sometimes, I'd be wearing the strap-on. Fucking Emily. Reminding her that her that she existed for one simple purpose: to serve her brother. That's why we'd found each other, she'd once moaned; so there would be two of us to pleasure his cock. I thought about that a lot.

Sometimes, after a particularly long day, we'd just collapse into bed and finger ourselves to sleep, staring at the other with a dozy smile, knowing that we were both getting off to the same thoughts.

Only two things were consistent: every night, we'd get off thinking about our new favorite fantasy.

And every night, we'd watch at least one episode of our new favorite ...