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Gangbanged by Brother and His Friends

Daddy Makes Me Horny

Brother's Cum Dumps

Impregnating Mommy

Loving Siblings

Mommy Teaches Son

Mother Son Incest Short Story

Lily stepped out of the car, her strappy sandals sinking slightly into the soft sand. The beach house loomed before her, music pulsing from within its walls. Her older brother Jake had invited her along to his college friends' private beach party as a fun surprise. At 19, Lily felt she was finally old enough to hang out with the "cool" crowd.

As she made her way inside, Lily was immediately struck by the dim lighting and the pulsing bassline. Bodies gyrated on the makeshift dance floor, some barely clothed. Lily's eyes widened at the sight of a couple making out hot and heavy in the corner, hands roaming freely.

"Lily! You made it!" Jake called out, enveloping her in a bear hug. He looked tanned and happy, a far cry from the stressed-out pre-med student she usually saw. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

Jake led her around, introducing her to his friends - a bunch of senior guys who were older and more worldly than anyone Lily had met before. They seemed intrigued by her, asking her about school and her plans for the future. But their eyes kept straying to her exposed legs and the hint of cleavage peeking out from her sundress.

As the night went on, Lily found herself the center of attention. The guys kept her drink topped up, laughter and flirtatious comments flowing freely. She felt light-headed and giddy, the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through her system.

One of the guys, Mark, slid onto the bench next to her, his thigh brushing against hers. "You look like you're having fun, baby girl," he purred, running a finger along her shoulder. Lily shivered at his touch, unsure but excited.

"I am," she admitted shyly. "This is my first real party."

Mark smirked, looking her up and down. "Well, we'll have to make sure it's a night you never forget." His hand crept higher, fingertips grazing the side of her breast. Lily gasped softly, heart racing.

Suddenly, Jake was there, pulling Mark away. "Easy buddy," he warned. "Let's not rush things."

Mark held up his hands in surrender. "Just having some fun, man."

Lily blushed, embarrassed by her brother's intervention. But as the night wore on and more drinks were consumed, she found herself getting more and more brazen. The guys' flirtations became bolder, hands roaming and lips brushing her skin.

When someone suggested they take things upstairs for some privacy, Lily hesitated only briefly before following the guys up to one of the bedrooms. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this... but the alcohol and the pleasure were too intoxicating to resist.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Lily found herself in the center of a circle of hungry male bodies. Mark was the first to pull her close, his lips crashing against hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Lily whimpered into his mouth, feeling hands tugging at her dress.

"Look at her, so fucking innocent," one of the guys growled. "Can't wait to pop that cherry."

Lily shook her head frantically even as she returned Mark's kiss with increasing fervor. "I'm a virgin," she gasped out between kisses.

The guys groaned at that, like they'd just won some great prize. "Even better," Mark muttered. "We'll have to go easy on you."

Clothes started coming off, male bodies revealed in all their tanned, muscular glory. Lily drank in the sight hungrily, realizing with a jolt that she wanted this - wanted them.

Hands and mouths were everywhere, caressing and tasting her virgin skin. Lily writhed on the bed, lost to the sensation. When Mark's lips closed around her nipple, she cried out, back arching off the mattress.

As fingers found their way into her soaked panties, Lily shuddered and moaned, body trembling on the precipice. She was so close already, so close to her very first orgasm.

But then Mark pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. "Not yet, baby girl. We want you begging for it."

Lily whimpered in protest, but the other guys took up his cause. They stroked and teased her, keeping her right on the edge but never letting her fall over. Lily thrashed and pleaded, sobbing with need.

"Please," she begged, "I need... I need..."

"Need what?" Mark taunted, rubbing her clit lightly. "Tell us what you need."

"I need to come," Lily sobbed out, too far gone to care about shame or propriety. "Please, please make me come!"

That was all they needed to hear. Mark shoved two fingers deep into her virgin pussy while another guy sucked hard on her clit. Lily screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pure pleasure pulsing through her body.

As she lay there, dazed and panting, the guys got into position. Mark lined himself up with her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her soaked folds.

"Here goes nothing," he grunted before thrusting forward, tearing through her hymen and burying himself balls-deep in her virgin cunt.

Lily wailed at the mix of pain and pleasure, fingernails digging into Mark's shoulders. He gave her only a moment to adjust before starting to move, hips snapping as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Yes," she keened, wrapping her legs around his waist. "More, please more!"

The other guys moved in close, hard cocks bobbing near her face. Lily opened her mouth eagerly, hungry to taste them. One guy thrust between her lips while another smeared pre-cum over her cheeks and chin.

It was a blur of sensation after that - cocks in every hole, mouths on every inch of skin. Lily lost count of how many times she came, each orgasm rolling seamlessly into the next. She was covered in sweat and cum, hair wild and eyes glazed with lust.

Just as she thought it couldn't get any crazier, the door burst open. Jake stood there, eyes wide as he took in the debauched scene.

"Jesus fuck," he breathed, taking in his little sister's ravaged body and the cocks pounding into her from every angle. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Come join the fun, bro," Mark panted, not stopping his frantic thrusts. "Your sister's a fucking dream."

Jake hesitated only a moment before kicking off his clothes and joining the orgy on the bed. He scooped Lily up and into his arms, kissing her deeply as he pushed his cock into her well-fucked pussy.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned against her mouth. "God I've wanted this for so long."

Lily moaned into his mouth, cunt clenching around his shaft. She'd never felt so full, so thoroughly used... so utterly satisfied.

"Mmmm, your cock feels so good, big brother," she purred, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk for a week."

Jake grinned wolfishly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. "Don't worry, little sis. I'm gonna ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else."

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Lily's dripping cunt. She screamed at the sudden intrusion, pleasure/pain zinging up her spine.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Lily chanted, nails raking down Jake's back. "Harder, Jake! Fuck me harder!"

Jake obliged, hips snapping at a punishing pace. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Lily's wanton moans. Mark and the other guys watched hungrily, jerking their cocks to the sight of their friend's sister getting railed by her own brother.

"Look at her take that dick," Mark growled. "Fucking slut was made for this."

"She's goddamn perfect," another guy agreed. "Such a good little fucktoy."

Lily could only moan in response, lost to the feel of her brother's cock pounding into her. She could feel another orgasm building low in her belly, coils of heat winding tighter and tighter.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed as Jake hit that magic spot inside her. "I'm gonna come! Fuck, I'm gonna come on your cock!"

Jake redoubled his efforts, fucking into her so hard the bed shook. "That's it, baby girl. Come all over your big brother's dick. Milk me dry."

Lily's back arched as the orgasm tore through her, cunt clamping down on Jake's pistoning shaft. She squirted hard, female ejaculate spraying out around his cock and soaking the sheets beneath them.

"Fuck!" Jake roared, slamming home one last time. "Take it, Lily! Take every fucking drop!"

Lily felt the hot splash of her brother's cum deep inside her, painting her insides white. She whimpered and shook, pussy milking every last drop from his twitching cock.

As they collapsed together in a sweaty heap, the other guys moved in. They flipped Lily over onto her hands and knees, Mark taking position behind her.

"I think this greedy cunt deserves another load," he said with a smirk, lining up his cock with her cum-filled hole.

Lily moaned in agreement, pushing her hips back to meet him. "Please," she begged. "Fill me up again. I need it so bad."

Mark didn't hesitate, slamming forward and burying himself in Lily's sopping wet pussy. She wailed at the sensation, still ultra-sensitive from her last orgasm. But it felt so good to be filled again, to be stretched and used like a dirty little cocksleeve.

"Look at that cum leaking out of her," one of the other guys commented, gathering some of the creamy fluid on his fingers and bringing them to Lily's mouth. "Clean up your brother's mess, slut."

Lily obediently sucked his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of her own brother's cum. The flavor seemed to spur the guys on and they redoubled their efforts, fucking into her with abandon.

Lily lost count of how many times she came that night - on cocks, on fingers, in mouth and pussy and ass. By the time they were done with her, she was a limp, boneless rag doll, holes dripping with cum.

But even then, as she lay in a heap of used-up flesh and sticky fluids, Lily knew she'd never get enough. This was only the beginning of her descent into depravity... and she couldn't wait.

Cassandra was a 19-year-old virgin, untouched by any man's hands. Her father, Dominick, had always been overprotective, especially after her mother died when she was just a little girl. He was a tall, handsome man with a strict moral code - no boy was good enough for his little princess.

Cassandra had grown into a stunning young woman, with long dark hair, full pouty lips, and an hourglass figure that drew appreciative looks wherever she went. But despite her beauty, she had never even held hands with a boy, let alone kissed one. Her father's watchful eye saw to that.

So it was no surprise that Cassandra was completely inexperienced when it came to matters of sex and desire. She knew the basics of course - the birds and the bees, the mechanics of procreation. But the actual physical act of lovemaking remained a mystery to her.

Until the day she accidentally walked in on her father showering...

It had been a normal morning - Cassandra was downstairs making breakfast, humming along to the radio as she cracked eggs into a pan. She didn't hear the shower running until she walked by the bathroom with a plate of food for her father.

The door was slightly ajar and as Cassandra pushed it open to set the plate on the sink, she froze in shock at the sight before her.

Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip.

She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display. Her heart raced and her palms grew sweaty as arousal flooded her veins.

She watched, entranced, as Dominick's balls tightened and he let out a low groan, spurting thick ropes of cum all over his hand and the shower wall. Cassandra's mouth went dry as she imagined the taste of it on her tongue.

Only when Dominick turned off the water and reached for a towel did Cassandra come to her senses. She stumbled backwards out of the bathroom and hurried to her room, shutting the door behind her.

She leaned against it, panting heavily as her mind raced. What had she just witnessed? Why had seeing her father that way made her feel so...hot? So tingly and achy between her legs?

Cassandra tried to push the images from her mind but they persisted, teasing her with glimpses of Dominick's muscled body, his strong hands, his thick, throbbing cock. She squirmed restlessly, rubbing her thighs together as liquid heat pooled in her core.

Unconsciously, Cassandra brought a hand to her breast, cupping the soft mound and rubbing her thumb over the rapidly hardening nipple. A breathy moan escaped her lips as she pinched the tender bud between her fingers.

Her other hand crept beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, fingers brushing over the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs. Cassandra sucked in a sharp gasp, the intimate touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Cautiously, almost experimentally, she traced a finger through her slick folds, marveling at the copious amounts of wetness she found there. It felt so good to be touched like this, to finally give in to the desires she had suppressed for so long.

Emboldened by her body's enthusiastic response, Cassandra plunged two fingers into her tight channel, gasping at the intense sensation. She pumped her digits in and out, curling them to stroke the sensitive spot deep inside that made her see stars.

Meanwhile, her thumb circled her clit in tight, rapid circles, the bundle of nerves throbbing under her touch. Cassandra's hips rocked into her hand as she fucked herself faster, chasing the elusive orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

She could feel it building, coiling tighter and tighter in her lower belly. "Oh god," she whimpered breathlessly. "Oh fuck yes!"

Cassandra's back bowed off the bed as she came hard, inner walls clamping down rhythmically around her plunging fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping in its wake.

But even as the aftershocks faded, Cassandra knew one orgasm would not be enough. She was too worked up, too desperate for relief. So she continued to touch herself, rubbing her clit and plunging her fingers into her spasming cunt until she'd come three more times.

By the time Cassandra finally stopped, she was a limp, boneless heap on the bed, sheets soaked with sweat and juices. But even through the haze of satisfaction, one thought crystallized in her mind:

She needed more. More of this intense pleasure, more of the illicit thrill of touching herself while thinking about her father. The taboo nature of it only served to heighten her arousal.

And so Cassandra embarked on a new routine - spying on Dominick whenever she could get away with it. She would peep through the keyhole of the bathroom door while he showered, drinking in the sight of his naked body glistening with water.

Other times, she would sneak into his bedroom while he was out and bury her face in his pillow, inhaling his masculine scent as she rubbed her aching pussy. The salty musk of him would flood her senses, making her moan as she came over and over again with just her fingers.

Cassandra started masturbating constantly, sometimes multiple times a day. She could think of nothing else but her father - his strong hands, his deep voice, his thick cock that had haunted her dreams ever since that first fateful encounter.

She fantasized about him fucking her - pinning her down and forcing his way into her virgin pussy. She imagined him spanking her, punishing her for being such a naughty girl. In her mind, Dominick was always dominant, always in control.

Sometimes Cassandra would wake up in the middle of the night with his name on her lips, pussy throbbing and soaked with need. She would touch herself until she came on her fingers, then cry into her pillow because it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

As the weeks passed, Cassandra grew more and more reckless in her pursuit of pleasure. She started dressing more provocatively - short skirts and low-cut tops that showed off her curves. She wanted Dominick to notice her as a woman, not just his little girl.

But Dominick remained oblivious to his daughter's awakening sexuality. He still treated Cassandra like a child, praising her for good grades and scolding her for staying out past curfew. He never seemed to see the desire smoldering in her eyes or hear the longing in her voice when she said "Daddy".

It drove Cassandra crazy with frustration. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn't have some kind of release soon. Her body was constantly humming with need, her pussy always wet and aching.

One evening, when Dominick was working late at the office, Cassandra decided to take matters into her own hands. She waited until he texted to say he would be home late before sneaking into his bedroom.

Slowly, almost reverently, she stripped off her clothes and crawled onto Dominick's bed. She pressed her face into his pillow and inhaled deeply, letting his essence fill her senses.

"Daddy," she whimpered needily. "Please touch me."

Cassandra trailed a hand down her body, cupping her breasts and rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers. She pinched and tugged at her nipples until they were red and throbbing, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Lower still, she rubbed slow circles around her clit before plunging two fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping cunt. "Oh fuck," she gasped as she pumped them in and out. "Fuck yes!"

Cassandra finger-fucked herself harder and faster, reveling in the slick sounds of her arousal filling the room. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher towards orgasm, muscles tensing as the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter.

"Gonna come," she panted breathlessly. "Gonna come so hard!"

With a strangled cry, Cassandra flew apart, back bowing off the bed as ecstasy crashed over her in waves. Her inner walls clamped down around her plunging digits as she rode out each pulse of pleasure.

But even as the last aftershock faded, Cassandra knew one orgasm would not be enough. She was too far gone in her lust for her father to be satisfied with anything less than full-on fucking.

So she continued to touch herself until she had come three more times, each release more intense than the last. By the time she finally stopped, she was limp and boneless beneath the sheets, hair damp with sweat and skin glowing with satisfaction.

But still, it wasn't enough. Cassandra needed more - needed to be filled and stretched and used in ways only her father could provide. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.

As the days turned into weeks, Cassandra's desire only grew stronger. She found herself fantasizing about Dominick constantly - imagining him bending her over his knee and spanking her for being such a naughty girl. In her mind, he always took things further - pushing her face down into the mattress and forcing his thick cock into her virgin hole.

She would touch herself thinking about these forbidden scenarios, fucking herself with dildos and vibrators until she was hoarse from screaming Dominick's name. Her poor pussy was always sore but Cassandra didn't care - the pain was worth it for the mind-blowing orgasms.

Even so, nothing could compare to the real thing. Cassandra needed Dominick to fill her, to claim her, to make her his in every way. She wanted him to fuck her hard and deep until she forgot her own name.

The more time passed, the more desperate Cassandra became. She started leaving doors open when she showered or changed clothes, hoping Dominick would catch a glimpse of what he was missing. She even started wearing his boxers around the house, rubbing herself against the soft cotton that still held his scent.

But Dominick remained frustratingly oblivious to his daughter's wanton behavior. He either didn't notice or chose to ignore the way her tits strained against her too-tight shirts or the way she walked around with a perpetual flush on her cheeks.

It made Cassandra want him all the more - to make him see her as a woman, not just Daddy's little girl. She was determined to seduce him somehow, even if it meant crossing lines that could never be uncrossed.

As the summer wore on, Cassandra's need grew into an all-consuming obsession. She barely ate or slept, too focused on finding ways to entice Dominick. Her grades suffered and her friends started to notice something was off, but Cassandra didn't care.