The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]
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				Title: <strong>The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 20:06:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>What is your typical morning like? <br><br>Waking to the invigorating waft of coffee? Or perhaps your poison is the dull epithet of newsreaders on BBC? <br><br>What next? Do you groan when you realize it’s Monday? Maybe you are that most infuriating of breeds. A morning person. Worse, a Monday morning person.<br><br>After engaging the entirety of my will to refrain from spamming your inbox with elevator music, allow me to explain my typical morning. <br><br>Admittedly, I’ve had the benefit of not having to work a day of my life - except perhaps the odd hair-brained scheme to get girls – and have grown accustomed to having what I want when I want. I am 18 years old and I have a private plane, for fuck’s sake. Spoiled brat doesn’t even come close to describing me.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, now. Calm down. Don’t waste your expletives before we get to the good part. One of your choicest words may have prefixed a guess that I lived in a mansion. Well done. I do. An art deco masterpiece with the ocean sprawled on one side, dense wood on the other and pure seclusion all around. Accessories include an Olympic-size pool, an in-house movie theatre and imperishable bars in each of the four wings.<br><br>I realize this is testing your patience, and your arsenal of swear words. But I haven’t yet got to the foremost reason why I deserve your envy. No, put down the priceless Ming dynasty vase. I know it look like someone’s already squished it, but it’s part of the charm. Or so my appraiser insisted. I wasn’t quite listening… <br><br>Because I was fucking my big sister. <br><br>And I believe I hear her getting into the shower. She’d get mad if I don’t join her right away…&nbsp; <br><br>I am RS. Welcome to my world. Don’t touch my things and my girls. Yes, plural. I’ll tell you about mommy and her darling wife on the next post</em>.</span> <br><br>My lips align in a vivid little grin. This probably wasn’t what Mrs Hansen had in mind when she had asked us to sire a blog. I click ‘Send’ and the page is created, my own depraved little corner of the internet, which would appear as an anonymous update on my English teacher’s inbox for assessment. My face wore a smirk now as I pictured her, stunned from the content yet unable to prise her eyes off of it.&nbsp; <br><br>“<strong>Let’s see if I can get some fodder for the next post</strong>” <br><br>Tipping the laptop closed, I lug myself out of bed and meander towards the sound of rushing water and a playful little melody. <br><br>Sis had chosen one of the common baths instead of the one adjoining her bedroom, which was a touch strange since it afforded lesser space and a slightly limited supply of product. However, it was a lot closer to my room and the lyrics of her song made me think that was the clinching factor. <br><br>“<strong>You know Rihanna wrote <em>Rude Boy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e82VE8UtW8A)</em> cause she was angry at her wuss of a boyfriend, right</strong>?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 20:45:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div> <br><br>(http://www.clker.com/cliparts/2/e/8/8/1194986685743465171musical_note_2_dennis_bo_01.svg.hi.png)<br>Come here<br>Rude boy, boy<br>Can you get it up<br>Come here<br>Rude boy, boy<br>Is you big enough<br>Take it, take it<br>Baby, baby<br>Take it, take it<br>Love me<br>Love me(http://www.clker.com/cliparts/2/e/8/8/1194986685743465171musical_note_2_dennis_bo_01.svg.hi.png)<br><br>I'm waiting. I purposely came to this bathroom for my shower today. It's a lot closer to brother's room, and I'm sure he can hear my music as I sing along. <br><br><strong>“You know Rihanna wrote Rude Boy cause she was angry at her wuss of a boyfriend, right?”</strong><br><br>I smile, but don't turn around, my perfect, tight little ass facing him as the soapy water runs down over my curves and in little rivers down my long, toned legs. My long dark hair is swept forward over my left shoulder, teasing my nipple as I sensuously smooth the sponge over my body, along every feminine curve.<br><br><strong>"Took you long enough..."</strong> I say, in a low, inviting voice. I can already feel my body thrilling at the sound of my twin's voice. The things he does to me make my blood boil and my body scream with want, need, and desire. I'm wet for him, and not because of the shower. I have to have him touching me...on me....in me....I need him to bend me over here and now, and fuck me like he owns me...the way he knows he does...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 18:10:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>Deliberate. Exquisite. A tease beyond compare.&nbsp; <br><br>Only the very same circumstances had played out to a glorious culmination only yesterday. And the day before. <br><br>"<strong>Not talking, are we</strong>?" a sly grin decorates my face as I lean against the doorway,&nbsp; wolfish eyes raking down my older sister's promiscuous form. The spray from the shower elevates her allure, as if such help was ever necessary. Yet there is an undeniably sensational desire that wells inside me. I like seeing her wet. <br><br>It is hard to place when these sinful urges first struck me. My memory simply clouds when it reaches a point beyond that surreal night when reality and fantasy exchanged places. A touch that ignite the soul, a kiss that charred what was left and a fuck that left nothing behind. We were born anew. <br><br>Anyway, why must I tax myself to exhume the mundane when I have the exotic in my fingertips? <br><br>Waiting. Hoping. Lusting. <br><br>The threshold lies behind me now. Sure, but slow footsteps have brought me to the edge of the shower. She had been kind enough to leave the sliding glass open. An invitation. One I recognize and rejoice in as the hair on the back of my neck bristles.<br><br>My curiosity demands I check if you suffer from the same. So I step behind you, not caring if my thin, cotton slacks bear the brunt of the water sprinkling down, and my lips close around the bridge of your shoulder. <br><br>A sensual re-acquaintance. A sinful recurrence. <br><br>"<strong>You feel so fucking good, sis</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 18:21:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>I shudder at his touch, his kiss on my skin, lighting the fire even brighter inside my body.<br><br><strong>"Mmmmmm"</strong> I moan softly, pressing my ass toward him, slippery with water and soap, begging to be grabbed, slapped, fucked. I turn my head to the side, watching him in the corner of my eyes with a soft, sensuous smile on my face.<strong> "I have other places that feel even better, you know..."</strong> I whisper quietly, barely audible over the sound of the water. <br><br>I love fucking in the shower, the sound of the water affording me a little more leeway in my cries of pleasure. I am NOT a quiet fuck...if I can help it in any way. And when my twin has his hands on me, and his cock in me, I could scream my lungs out and still want to scream more. He knows how to taunt and tease and pleasure me as I doubt anyone else will ever be able to do. He's all I want, need, desire. He is my everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 05:56:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>She did have a mouth on her. Ripe, luscious crescent-moon petals that had had legendary powers of distraction. <br><br>Christmas breakfast became exquisitely uncomfortable when she ladled innuendo upon innuendo on his plate, finally culminating in a footrub. First day back at school, she had hacked into my earbud during the debate and masturbated for me. Although I was the writer in the family, my twin sister could elevate words into magic. As she did with that last reminder... <br><br><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I have other places that feel even better, you know...</span></em><br><br>It was quite alarming that all of their friends, even her previous boyfriends, were unaware of how utterly uninhibited she can be. Hell, I was thrown aback during the first time. And the second time. And the third. And now. God only knows what time it was though. <br><br>"<strong>Fuck</strong>." I know you like my growls. Just as much as I like the decadence that pours from your mouth. Just for me. Proof of which nuzzles between your rounded cheeks. A hard and hungry cock restrained only by fast-being-ruined slacks. <br><br>My hips begin a practiced movement, a little swirl and a little push, a little swirl and a little push and on and on it goes as I lust after that forbidden cunt.<br><br>"<strong>Tell me, sis</strong>..."<br><br>As if you needed more incentive, my hands navigate your curves better than any man who's ever touched you and cup those perfect breasts. God, they are such a wonderful handful. Your nipples are taut enough to cut glass, let alone my flesh. <br><br>Your body is swimming with want. And so is mine.<br><br>"<strong>Tell your baby brother more</strong>..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 20:10:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>I moan softly as I feel him stroking against my pert, round ass, his hands stroking sensuously over my hardened nipples. Oh God yes I want him. I always want him. He makes me feel so...alive...<br><br><em><strong>"Tell your baby brother more..."</strong></em><br><br>My hands stroke over his hands, holding them against me, moving them over my skin, sliding on slippery wet curves as I tip my head back to rest my wet head of dark hair on his shoulder. I press my hips back against him, reveling in his teasing.<br><br><strong>"I have places that are dark...warm...soft...tight...wet...aching for my brother's cock to be buried in them...claim them...take them....fill them with thick, hot cum..."</strong> I can almost feel him growing behind me, pressed against me. I want the clothes gone. I want to feel his hot flesh rubbing against mine. Burning me with it's touch. Making me cry out in want and pleasure. I can't take it anymore. I turn my face toward his, kissing his neck. Then I whisper, my lips still brushing against the soft skin of his neck, <strong>"Reese......Please......"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 06:50:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br><strong>Fuck...</strong><br><br>The steady trickle of the shower sounds more like hailstones. Battering against the tiles in the strange, hollow vacuum of an empty house. An exquisite building deserving of envy even in a pretty neighborhood. People sailing past it in cars, or children cackling away on their bikes, hell even the grumpy old mailman will associate a prim and proper lifestyle to the inhabitants. Not one where the older sister begs her little brother to take her in the shower. <br><br>Sparks erupt when Chanel's lips melt with the spray that drenches me. However hot the water was, her delicious tease proves the more soothing. It had been that way for ages. I might be caught up in my own mind, lost to all else, except a little squeeze as she held my hand or a soft kiss to my cheek would bring me right back. We have been the most intimate of siblings, perhaps being twins really did make that bond to be stronger. And when our relationship grew to include sex, it had almost been... natural. <br><br>It <em>was</em> prim and proper.<br><br>"<strong>But what if mommy found us out...</strong>," the concern I am able to summon in my voice does not carry to my eyes. Their steel gray betrays a long burning desire to be caught. To have our secret out and for it to excite mother so much that she joins in. After all, if we are so comfortable with incest, there must be some predisposition.<br><br>I unveil my cock, the feel of my hot, turgid flesh against your taut tummy adding to our euphoria. I push in, as I might if I were fucking you, run my hips up and down, gasping from the glorious friction. My hands fly down to your luscious derriere, clasping with a ferocious pride and instilling my mark on them. The desire that wells in me is quite corrupting. It reinforces that I am with my twin sister, that I have my throbbing hard cock pinned to her beautiful, forbidden body and that the bathroom door remains blissfully unlocked. I invite every possible source of stimulation to attack me and that means I have to lift you up into my arms, locking your ankles around my waist and grinding that insatiable length right up against your pink gash.<br><br>"<strong>Mmm...Fuck</strong>"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 18:07:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>I grin when he asks what would happen if mommy found us, the thrill of excitement that runs through me bringing my body closer to the edge even as his hands and cock against me do the same. I can barely breathe. He surrounds me, covers me, fills me completely. His cock against my belly just fills me more with want and need, especially when I can see and feel how deep inside me he would be as he rests on the outside of me, long and hard. I giggle as he lifts me upward, his hands gripping my firm, tight little ass as I wrap my legs around him, then moan as I feel his hardness pressing against my aching wet slit.<br><br>I lean forward until my mouth is next to his ear and whisper, softly and seductively, my lips brushing gently against his ear, <strong>"Fuck me, little brother. Slide deep inside me...fill me...take me...fuck me like you know you want to. Make me cum for you like you always do, Reese..."</strong><br><br>I grin naughtily and whisper again, <strong>"Maybe mommy will hear...."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 17:37:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>And</strong>..."<br><br>A loving squeeze of that wet ass and a thoroughly manic gleam in my eyes prompts her further into the fantasy. I had always relished our shared fondness for the utterly insane. Nothing is ever off limits. I've drunk your cum and you've bathed in mine, I've fucked your ass at my birthday party and you've sucked me off in the school parking lot. Bulldozing morality has become an addiction.<br><br>It is apparent in her words, each syllable engineered to sound taboo and leaving me helplessly aroused. I indulge in a spank, both hands clawing and kneading at her luscious flesh much as a means to vent as it is to tease her. <br><br>It is impossible to maintain the tease. Not after such a ludicrous, impassioned and vehement plea. My cock breaches her willing petals, the tip already drowning in her juices. "<strong>Ungnn... Fuck, sis</strong>," the groan slips past my defences as does the rhythm of my hips. From meaning to tease her without relent, I am already pounding that gloriously wet channel. "<strong>So fucking tight... So fucking perfect</strong>!"<br><br>I doubt if I would need the embellishment of the mommy fantasy. But the thrill that had set my body aflame was dangerously powerful. Did I really want to fuck her too?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 17:46:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div>"Aaaahhhhhh yes...." I moan as he gives in and enters me deeply, slipping inside my wet crevice. I lock my ankles behind him, holding my hips to him as he thrusts deeply into my body. My brother, part of me already, yet becoming more with every thrust. I arch my back, pressing my breasts against him, reveling in the feel of his cock slipping in and out of me. Stroking the sensitive nerves inside, coaxing them to life. <br><br>Already I feel the tightening of my body around him. I need him. I want him. I crave him. I yearn for his cum to fill me. Overflow and drip from me. I want to cum for him. I want him to pull the orgasm from my depths and make me squeeze around him. I'm almost there! I begin to thrust my hips against him, meeting him as he pushes into me. Aching for him. I'm so close....<br><br>"REESE! REESE FUCK ME!!! I'M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU, REESE!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 19:40:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div> <br><br>All my evil plans crumble. Reduced to a pile of fleeting drivel in the wake of my sister's guttural cries. I can see her eyes pillaged by the orgasm - which one was it now? It has to be at least a hundred or so -and every one of them was meticulous and powerful. I am a proud man. A tidbit of euphoria does not become me. Nor my deliciously decadent big sister. <br><br>"<strong>Don't stop</strong>," I growl as that intoxicated cock splits you wide open. Each time the head thuds deeper, exploring depths that were never meant to be. "<strong>Keep that slutty cunt cumming for me, Chanel...</strong>" my head tips over to attack your breasts, tongue lashing at those rosy nipples with as much vengeance as I fuck. "<strong>I want you to drench that damn cock with your juices, sis</strong>." <br><br>The words might have been muffled under the enthusiasm with which I slurped your soft, perky tits but the carnal intent that brew them was as naked as our bodies. <br><br>"<strong>I want you to make me so damn wet that I slide right up your sexy little ass, baby</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 19:58:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div>My back arches even more, exposing my breasts and sensitive nipples to my brother's hungry mouth. I moan as he takes them in his mouth, nibbling deliciously, pinching softly between his teeth and sucking me into him. I cry out as I feel myself tipped over the edge at his words, my pussy tightens, clamping down on his thrusting cock, squeezing and massaging against him as he strokes over and over along my rippling walls. I can barely breathe as I explode around him. My hips press harder against him, my legs drawing him further into me.<br><br><strong>"REESE! OH GOD REESE! FUCK ME, REESE! FUCK ME!"</strong> I nearly scream out the words. I can't control myself anymore. My body is his. My mind is his. I belong to my brother completely.<br><br><strong>"Fill me, Reese! Cum inside me! Fill me with cum! Fill me, Reese. Pump me full!"</strong> I love feeling his cock pulse and throb inside my hungry body. I love the knowledge that my brother is flooding my body with his cum. I love that I have him and hold him deep inside me always. I love that he has claimed me as his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 16:39:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>It is evil. It is exhilaration. It is obscene. It is orgasmic. It is abnormal. It is awesome. <br><br>Pleasure of this variety is hard to deny. The crescendo lasts but a moment, a glorious passage when time flouts its physical definition and stills itself. I count the seconds of this exhilaration and with each involuntary pounding of my cock into my darling big sister's pussy I realise it never needs to stop. I needn't bother keeping track of this uproariously blissful state of mind. I'll be able to feel it in an hour all over again. <br><br>She screams and screams and so wonderfully she screams. Profanity that spikes my arousal, pleas that feed my cravings and a pussy that I can never ever say no to. So wet and tight and greedy. It milks me, and with her hips slamming down atop me I have no choice but to oblige. She would feel the spasms, savor the blank euphoria that fills my eyes and feel the shudders that rake up and down my spine as I finally explode. <br><br>"<strong>YES. OH FUCK, YES....</strong>"<br><br>It is difficult to climb down, but Mom will be home soon and I wouldn't be surprised if some of the neighbors had called 911 from all the racked. <br><br>Leaning in, I swipe my lips over hers and whisper, "<strong>They're going to love the next post</strong>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 21:27:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>I shudder in pleasure, crying out in ecstasy as he fills me with his hot, thick cum. My brother, flooding me with his seed. I grin when he finally speaks, or groans more like it. I love that sound. The sound of his lust and pleasure being appeased by me. I love that I have the power to do this to him, for him.<br><br>With a little soft giggle I kiss him again, squeezing my walls around him, milking every last drop of his milk from his cock still sheathed in my body. <br><br><strong>"Are you going to tell them everything, Reese...? How good you make me feel? How much you make me cum for you? How you make me scream your name in pleasure? How you fill my body with your cum and I carry it with me all day....?"</strong> I look into his eyes with a huge grin of delight, exhilaration, and pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 17:01:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>Perhaps I should let you write the next one</strong>," my voice fails to hide the glee I felt when the thought had taken seed. The grin I wear now is the ghost of the one I had that boring afternoon when I was flitting through the comments section. Crooked in all the right ways, and it grew further still as I willed that spent cock of mine deeper into it's home. <br><br>"<strong>There have been a lot of requests</strong>," I speak although my focus was on savoring the curve of your neck. My lips parted over pristine flesh, the sweat crowning it only making her all the more appetizing. Hands enveloped your ass and fingers spreaded as wide as they could and digging into the beautifully taut flesh. A depraved source of leverage to engage in a few more wishful thrusts. But God, you'd drained me. You'd drained me mercilessly well. <br><br>"<strong>Unngnn, fuck.. That's so damn good...</strong>" Pain seemed to register differently when we're together and I pushed inside you again, willing my length to harden all over again. <br><br>"<strong>And I'm sure the blog's exploded now that I've finally revealed you're my big sister. What do you say</strong>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 15:02:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>I giggle at his suggestion that I should write the next one, gazing into his eyes, so much like my own. Curiosity swims through me at the mention of 'requests' and I cock my head.<br><br><strong>"What kind of 'requests'?"</strong> I ask breathlessly with a smile as your lips caress my skin, although I have a feeling I have a general idea of the nature of them. I'm dying to know what they say for sure, though. I give his cock a little teasing squeeze inside me as I feel him press more deeply into my body a few more times. I turn my face to him, pressing my lips against his when he tells me how good I feel.<br><br><strong>"What do I say about what? Writing the blog?"</strong> I find it hard to believe he'd want me to write his blog! And I even wonder what I'd say...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 19:30:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>I hear concern. More than I had imagined. The look she offers is consistent with her tone. One questioning my bending to whimsy. <br><br>"<strong>You wouldn't be quite so uncertain</strong>..." a smile fades in favour of a highly precise suckles that soothes a bite mark on her neck. How long has it been since he'd slipping into the bathroom? A half hour? No, he could fuck longer than that. An hour? Possibly. How much had she cum? Twice? At least twice. "<strong>... if you knew of the cult following you have</strong>," I whisper with no small measure of pride. <br><br>My cock has finally had its fill, and if it wants to get out of a wet and lovely hole it has to have been more than an hour. A strained groan interrupts our dialogue as the semi-hard organ is liberated from its sweet prison. "<strong>Mmm.. I bet they'll all cum the minute you introduced yourself</strong>," his words morphed into a gleeful chuckle. "<strong>They've begged me to post pictures of you, videos of us even</strong>," he felt himself hardening at the thought. Exhibitionism gained a particularly pleasing tint when done with a forbidden lover, "<strong>To let you write a few lines or even get you to leave personalized voice messages</strong>..." <br><br>"<strong>Not to mention my being quite curious about what you would have to say about your darling little brother...</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 15:17:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br>He knows just how to nurse the little love bites he gives me and I tilt my head to let him suck me gently, sighing in delight. My eyes open and I gaze at him with a curious smile, my head still to one side.<br><br><strong>"I do....?"</strong><br><br>My smile widens when he groans as he pulls out of me. I love that I can make him feel so good. His words thrill me too. Excitement bubbles inside me and I find myself grinning as he describes the messages he's had from his readers. I find I'm actually considering it. Perhaps more than just writing...<br><br><strong>"Well...."</strong> I stroke my hand over his chest and look into his eyes, <strong>"What if we do....all of it...? But what do I talk about?"</strong> I really have no idea how to write a blog, what I would say. Pictures and videos are easy. And would be quite fun. But the writing part I'm not so sure about.<br><br>I rinse myself off quickly under the water and turn off the shower, grateful yet again for the tankless water heater that allows me all the hot water I want. It's come in handy on more than one occasion where Reese is concerned. Stepping out of the large shower stall and wrapping a huge, fluffy white towel around my dripping wet body I begin calmly combing my hair as I think about how this could work. I meet his eyes in the mirror.<br><br><strong>"Alright...But only if you help me. Tell me what to say and everything..."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 19:50:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soon-to-be blogger sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br>I would never have guessed it. Your closest friends wouldn't have believed it. Mom and Dad might've sent you to therapy for it. Although even the most celebrated experts may not have seen Chanel Spalding was a devilish little submissive. <br><br>The popular girl with an answer for everything liked to be told what to do. By her little brother, no less. Dr Phil could line up a second show and half of an exotic island with the moolah that could be spun from analyzing their relationship. Twins, lovers, Master and slut. <br><br>"<strong>My only help will be to tell you to make it as dirty as possible</strong>," ill-contained delight wells in my voice as I scour for my clothes. My shirt is by your dresser, jeans by your bed, and the jacket lying lonely at your door. A knowing little smirk spreads as I come up behind you and offer you a cheeky little kiss. "<strong>But if you really do require the extra assistance, a blog is usually a collection of thoughts. Either coherent or catastrophically not so. <br><br>It's.. just... fun.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 20:28:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Coaxing Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div>I follow him out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room where he begins to collect his clothes as he refuses to tell me what to do. He knows I need to be told. He knows I need direction. He knows I need my Master. And yet he has thrown me into the deep end and wants to see if I swim. <br><br>I drop my towel on the floor, baring my body to him completely again as I walk slowly to my closet and pull out a little pink lace sundress with a swingy skirt that falls just below my ass. I slip it over my head, settling the little triangles of fabric over my bare breasts and fixing the thin straps in place on my shoulders. I wander sensuously across to my dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a tiny pink piece of fabric, slipping my feet into the holes and shimmying it up my legs and over my hips. <br><br>I turn back to him and cock my head, <strong>"Alright...I'll TRY..."</strong> I mutter, mock glaring at him before walking out of my room and next door to his. Settling myself into his desk chair I find his laptop lying closed on the desk and open it, huffing in frustration when I find the password screen come up.<br><br><strong>"Reese....I need you..."</strong> I call out, my words heavily weighted with innuendo as I request his assistance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 10:35:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soon-to-be-blogger sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div> A serene trickle of laughter announces my presence in the room. Walking past quintessential piles of stuff that proclaim a boy lives here - clothes of a narrow but evidently comfortable color spectrum, a musky tint in the air that might just betray his frequency of masturbation and wallpaper fodder that was predictably oriented towards scantily-clad women - I reach my sister at her newly appointed station and lace an indelicate kiss to her jaw. <br><br>"<strong>Jeez, sis</strong>," admonishment struggles to retain a place in my tone even as I replay your salacious call for help. "<strong>I told you to out us to the world, specifically people whoj can't ground us forever. What if Mom had walked in just now</strong>?"<br><br>The merit in that argument suffers just a bit as I grope your delectably lush breasts and my lips embellish the tease by sliding down your neck. "<strong>God, that's just so good</strong>," I purr lacing a naughty little love bite against your pale, beautiful flesh. <br><br>Of course, my indefatigable desire to tease you means my hands fly off your body and race across the keyboard to grant you access and the heat between us completely vanishes as I step back with the most evil of smirks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 16:49:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div>I try to pout as he rebukes me, but his kisses on my jaw and neck send a thrilling tingle through my body that erases any attempt at seriousness. His question, though playful I assume, floats through my mind as he caresses me, claiming my body again, making sure I know I'm his and his alone. What if mom HAD walked in just now...? I find the thought isn't terrifying...strangely enough...<br><br>I moan softly, tilting my head to give him access to my long, creamy, soft neck, gasping softly as he nips at the tender flesh, marking me gently. I belong to him. Then suddenly I'm cold and alone. He's pulled away, taunting me cruelly as he unlocks the laptop and steps away further. I look up at him with need in my eyes and groan softly, the ache between my legs already pounding away again. I pout again and turn back to the computer, bringing up his blog in trepidation. What do I write!? Slowly my fingers begin pecking at the keys as I stammer and stumble, searching for some way to start and something to write about.<br><br><em>Well...This is Chanel. I have been ordered by my brother to guest write on his blog, despite the fact that I don't know how. I asked him to tell me how and he hasn't. He knows I need to be told what to do. He knows that very well. And he loves it. He has told me to do many, many things...and I do all of them. He owns me entirely...mind, body, soul...I belong to him in every way. He is my twin, my brother, my Master, my Owner, my God. <br><br>He knows every inch of my body as intimately as any God who could have created me...perhaps even more...He knows just how to please and how to punish. How to make my world explode in pleasure, or crumble with disappointment when I fail. His hands on my body instantly stir me into a frenzy of need and desire. His lips, claiming me, his teeth, marking me, and his cock....oohhh his cock....<br><br>Deep inside me...stretching me tight, stroking me, teasing me, torturing me, pleasing me, and filling me with his seed, owning me completely. I carry him inside me, deep, deep inside me, every day. I love him. I have loved him always, and I will always love him.</em><br><br>I sit back from the computer, surprised by how much I actually ended up writing without even thinking about it. I look up at him questioningly.<br><br><strong>"So...How is it...?"</strong> I ask nervously. I want him to be pleased with me. I want him to be happy with me. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 11:24:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Blogger extraordinaire sis</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div> Silence. And for the longest time, there is nothing interrupting it save my own rhythmic breathing. But the cadence would appear forced. A mask beneath which my emotions are free to rage. <br><br>I imagine this is how it might feel to be in the eye of a storm.<br><br>Firstly, there is&nbsp; her love, so profound, overwhelming and endless. '<em>How can it not be</em>?' chastised a voice in my head. The extreme intimacy between twins is scientifically accepted, after all. Chanel and I have looked out for each other, fronted up for a fight as two and not one and savored happiness or fought sorrow as one and not two. So it has been for 19 years, the last of which was spent as Master and slut. <br><br>We read that incest is wicked, that our all-too-intimate camaraderie is frowned upon. And there is no shortage of funny looks when we kiss at school. Our audiences' discomfort though complemented our pleasure, so much that it became common practice. We'd even been reported to the principal once, which eventually served as the perfect excuse to fuck in her office. <br><br>'<em>Pity she hadn't mentioned that</em>,' a smile accompanies that thought. <br><br>But her words were indeed powerful. Simple and bold. I had merely wanted to rile a few of my critics and reward the other side of that spectrum. Something smutty. Something abominably perverse. Something that would make their dicks fall off with jealousy. What I had received was exponentially better. <br><br>Her pining over a little instruction is, however, amusing. But it also screams how comfortable she had become as my submissive and there is no hint of the uncertainty that visited her voice as she asked for my opinion. I can sense the angst gnawing at her and feel searching eyes upon me, hungry for my approval. <br><br>"<strong>It is perfect, sis</strong>," I lace a delicate kiss to the side of her neck whilst simultaneously drawing the cursor down to savor the comments. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 22:18:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div>His kiss along my the side of my neck sends another thrill of pleasure through my body and I whimper in pleasure, the ache instantly returning to the apex of my long, slender thighs. I watch as he scrolls down on the page to the comments and I look up at him with a little smile.<br><br><strong>"So....do you think they'll like it too...?"</strong> On one hand I desperately want them to like it, and to know if they like it. But on the other, all I want right now is his hands on me, his lips and tongue over me, and his cock in me. Then the mention of pictures and videos pops back into my mind and I smile up at him with a naughty little grin.<br><br><strong>"So....about those pictures and videos...."</strong> I begin, stroking my fingers over his chest slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>24-05-2015, 13:11:33</strong>
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				<hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> <em>Charlotte 'Charlie' Spalding</em> <strong><em>Location:</em></strong> <em>Home</em> <strong><em>Tags:</em></strong> <em>Tired Mom</em><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Rachel-Weisz-rachel-weisz-120253_1280_1576.jpg)</div><br>'God what a day' runs through my mind as I pull up outside the house.&nbsp; Of course there s no chance that the kids have cooked, and my darling wife is not due home for another hour.&nbsp; But there is no way on Earth that I am going to cook tonight.<br><br><strong>"Hi kids, I'm home, and not cooking, so what take out do you want, pizza, chinese or something else?"</strong> I shout as I head to my bedroom to have a quick shower and get changed into something more comfortable.&nbsp; Andi and I have reached the stage in our marriage where we don't actually set out to impress the other most of the time.<br><br>As ever Reese and Chanel were lost in their own worlds, I am sure that they probably don't care what we have to eat, but if I order without consulting they will complain for the rest of the evening, but that can wait until after my shower.&nbsp; Jacket, chemise, bra, pants and panties soon join my hat on the bed and my heels lay on the floor next to the bed, as I walk into the en suite bathroom, and start the shower.<br><br>At least they left me some hot water, so this evening is already better than a lot of evenings, I have no idea what they get up to use ALL of the hot water.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 21:57:30</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> On her way Home <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>In the backseat of the brand new Mercedes S-Class, Andi sat tucked into the Italian leather with her iPad, scrolling through emails as her driver navigated the luxury vehicle through evening traffic. The usual monotonous drivel was taking up her feed. New designs for handbags or bras to be put into her fashion line for approval, store locations and leases to be reviewed, changes in security that needed to be updated. Didn’t she have a personal assistant for these mundane responsibilities? <br><br><em>Oh, right.</em> She thought as the next email came through. Assistant was fired last week for incompetence. New one needed on the horizon and look, her friend just sent her over a resume and something else…<br><br>A horn blared suddenly next to her car door. Andi looked up from the iPad and pulled down the mocha-colored Chanel sunglasses and peered out the tinted window. The driver of the SUV was obviously upset with the man in front of him. <br><br>Non-plussed, the glasses back in their rightful place and a graceful hand tucking her blonde locks to the side, she went back to reading. <br><br>Along with a resume for her cousin’s son – nepotism at its best – her friend sent her a link to a blog she found. One that apparently her whole office was talking about. And seeing as how her friend worked for one of the premier talent agencies in L.A., this had to be a buzz. <br><br>Clicking the link with one lithe, French-manicured finger that was adorned by a rose-gold ring knuckle ring, she waited for it to load and brushed off a piece of invisible lint from the nude-colored Versace pencil skirt that covered her long legs just to the bottom of her knees. When her gaze returned to the iPad, she saw that it had brought up a blog. Maybe a new review on some of the pieces her stores were selling? Or this personal assistant candidate’s fashion blog? Andi brought the iPad up and began reading just as the car was pulling forward to take the exit required. <br><br>….<br><br>The noise of the traffic, radio and air conditioning died away as Andi’s eyes devoured the first few posts of the blog. It had absolutely nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with <strong><em>sex</em></strong>. <br><br><em>…fucking my big sister. </em><br><br><em>…girls. Plural. …Mommy and her darling wife…</em><br><br>Andi’s fingers curled around the edges of the iPad and she quickly locked the screen, folding the leather case around it before tucking it back into her over-sized Tom Ford purse just as the driver pulled her car onto their street.<br><br><em>…It couldn’t be….</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 08:41:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy family</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div> "<strong>You remembered</strong>..." My lips host the broadest smile. A pristine expression of happiness the belies the untoward acts he partook in. <br><br>The frown society reserves for incest is unmitigated. There was a sacredness to being bound by blood and it is perceived the relationship I currently share with my sister is acutely wrong. That is a visceral turn on to a man with anti-establishment tendencies. <br><br>Couple that with a basic human impulse to gravitate towards beauty. A subjective concept, but the allure is universal. Then allow remitting factors for rowing up in a household replete with women that looked like Goddesses, who encouraged open and unrestricted exploration of sexuality. Then active curiosity was all the spark necessary to lead me down the path of the carnal arts well before it was appropriate. <br><br>I've seen my twin prance around in barely-there underwear for years, heard my mother and her fiance in the throes of the most blood-curdling pleasure and even teased them about their robust, loud and endless love making sessions. Often times I'd notice a blush and although Andi was fond of other women, there was a curious chemistry between us that riled up my imagination to no end. <br><br>So tell me if that is not the perfect storm for a teenager trapped by the whims of his hormones... <br><br>Yet even with how normal it felt to be my sister's lover, she never failed to surprise me. The reluctant blogger was already ready to launch an amateur porn career. <br><br>"<strong>You remember that masquerade ball Mom and Andi took us to</strong>?" An unnecessary query considering we had dry humped each other under a spotlight. "<strong>I still have the masks and sice you've whetted our audience's appetite in the most atrocious way, I thought we'd give them a proper treat sometime soon...</strong><br><br>"<strong>Although it appears dinner must take precedence</strong><br><br>"<strong>Pizza's fine, Mom. We'll be down in a minute</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 09:08:15</strong>
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				<hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> <em>Charlotte 'Charlie' Spalding</em> <strong><em>Location:</em></strong> <em>Home</em> <strong><em>Tags:</em></strong> <em>Refreshed Mum</em><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Rachel-Weisz-rachel-weisz-120283_1280_1645.jpg)</div><br>When Reese replied that pizza was fine, I phoned for the delivery of our standard pizza order, knowing that Andi would also be home soon.<br><br>As I showered I could not help but touch myself, as I needed to address my personal hygiene, Andi set me very high standards and I did not wish to upset her.&nbsp; She had saved me when I divorced the twins father, he did not understand my growing need for submission or for the female form.&nbsp; While I am by no means a lesbian, I do have a terrible weakness for sexy women.<br><br>That was after several one night stands with women, how I came to met my darling wife.&nbsp; Andi was and indeed is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and she knows exactly how to dominate me without getting too heavily into the D/s thing.<br><br>For a quite evening at home with the kids, left to my own devices I might well slob about in a t shirt and jogging bottoms, but Andi would never allow that, so even when she is away with business I have to dress to impress her.&nbsp; Tonight I picked the silver top and gunmetal grey skirt (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMEb6TOG3ss/TaVpu0xYQjI/AAAAAAAACNg/pBVZfkv7Q6g/s1600/rachel-weisz-04.jpg) set that I know she likes, with a matching pair of silver 3" heels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>11-06-2015, 16:04:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br><strong><em>"You remembered..."</em></strong><br><br>I smile, <strong>"Of course I remembered. How could I forget something as....enticing as that...?"</strong> In fact, the idea of making amateur porn with my twin brother made me instantly wet and achy as soon as I thought about it. It excites me to no end, the idea of having virtually public sex with my brother. The fact that unknown people would be watching him fuck me and pleasure me like only he can. That they would see him claim me, own me, mark me, and his seed leaking from my stretched pussy, finalizing the act. It was already making my fresh panties uncomfortably wet and my pussy was aching.<br><br><strong><em>"You remember that masquerade ball Mom and Andi took us to? I still have the masks and since you've whetted our audience's appetite in the most atrocious way, I thought we'd give them a proper treat sometime soon...</em></strong><br><br>I grin wickedly at him, nodding eagerly as I stroke my fingers more quickly and eagerly over his chest. <strong>"Very soon.....please?"</strong> I beg softly, biting my lip sensuously and looking up at him still hovering over me. Then I hear my mother's voice and I sigh, groaning softly when Reese stops what he's doing and says things will have to wait because of dinner. Dinner is the LAST thing on my mind at this moment. Once again he takes the lead and says pizza is fine. I'm used to that. I'm perfectly fine with it. <br><br>I stand slowly, almost reluctantly, though I wrap my arms around his waist and lift my face to nibble lightly on his neck, licking and sucking. <strong>"What about tonight....? After dinner....? Please....? I need you, Reese...."</strong> I press my hips against him, yearning to feel him inside me again. Then I sigh resignedly and move away, turning to leave and go downstairs before mom gets mad...or curious....<br><br>I pad downstairs in bare feet and head into the living room, flopping down onto a white leather couch to wait for everyone else. I'm a little frustrated because mom seems to be in the shower, which means Reese and I could probably have had a little extra time to satisfy this aching need. But she'll probably be done soon enough and Andi is probably going to be home any minute too. Later.....I can wait.....I think....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>16-06-2015, 16:20:38</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Walking In The Door <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WxKmhkd.jpg)</div> <br><br>The advantage to having a home that covered roughly the size of a football field was that one could choose multiple entry points. Andi had the driver pull up to the east side of the house and after gathering her things, moved easily from the vehicle into the home through the entrance that was closest to her office. It was on the secluded wing of the house. The opposite wing of the twin’s bedrooms, near her and Charlie’s bedroom. She used the keypad to let herself in and summarily dumped her purse and iPad onto the large, cherry wood desk that took up one whole wall of the room that sported massive windows to let in the abundance of natural light on this side of the home. Those windows faced the woods, giving Andi beautiful views of wildlife and blooming, living things during the mornings she chose to work there. <br><br>That view was far from her mind, however, as she unloaded the few look-books from her purse and set them near the iPad. Stepping back, Andi smoothed her skirt down her legs and made her way out of the office and towards her walk-in closet. <br>She wanted a few moments to collect herself and push those suspicions out of her mind before she ran full bore into the family. Because if she was being honest with herself…<br><br>…the thought of what was on that blog had her nipples tightening. <br><br>The blonde half of the Spaulding’s tossed her tresses over her shoulder as she opened the door to her closet and immediately moved towards the back, dropping pieces of clothing off of her toned body in her wake. Quickly, she found a black bikini and sheer romper cover up along with a pair of black strappy flats to change into before she headed back towards the door and the center of the house where the kitchen and sitting room were situated.&nbsp; <br><br>There, a smile bloomed on her face when she encountered Charlie, who was pulling plates and napkins together for the impending dinner that was to arrive. With Charlie in heels, she was a good inch taller than her blonde counterpart, so Andi had to go up on tip toe to place a soft hello kiss on her lips. One that was as typical as any other day and filled her face with a smile. “Evenin’, gorgeous. You’re looking wonderful tonight.” She said with a wink, and playful grip on the brunette’s hip. “I think I’m going to go for a dip after dinner if you’d like to join?”<br><br>“Sounds like it’s a pizza night again?” She asked then, moving through the kitchen and leaned against the tiled counter top that separated the kitchen from the sitting the area, where Chanel had planted herself on her stomach, watching some inane program on the flat screen. “No complaints here. Have a good day, Chanel?” She asked as she heard the other twin. The darker one, enter the kitchen behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>25-06-2015, 20:31:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><strong><em>"Have a good day, Chanel?"</em></strong><br><br>I lift my head and look toward the kitchen divider where Andi was leaning on the counter. I offer her a smile, made all the more sultry by the memory of just how good it was thanks to Reese and nod.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, it was good. How was yours? Work going okay?"</strong><br><br>I think Andi's job is so glamorous, although I don't really know what she does. But the idea of it at least is glamorous. She's so beautiful, too. It's easy to see how my mom fell for her. There's something so....commanding about her. It's like she has this air of control of power around her. Probably why she's so good at her job. But it's a similar feeling to the sort of power Reese exerts over me. It's a heady feeling. <br><br>And there was my mistake. Comparing Andi's presence to Reese's. My body instantly begins to react again, the soft, hot mound between my legs beginning to ache and moisten. I glance back at the TV quickly, hoping my face didn't give away my thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>27-06-2015, 10:19:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> A dinner to remember</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> <br>'<em>Oh for Christ's sake, did she have to be a lesbian?!</em>'<br><br>I know I have no right to play victim to sexual frustration. Hell, I should be the punching bag for pent-up virgins, jealous boyfriends, unsatisfied husbands and, well, every man on earth. But there is one forbidden candy even I can't wrap my mouth around. <br><br>Goddamn Andi. <br><br>She is a sublime seductress, and she knows it. Her reasons to forgo men are still a mystery. My attempts to part the veil have forever been unsuccessful although it has contributed to an exhilarating dynamic between us. I can't have her, but I am offered salacious little bites. <br><br>Like watching her ass in that body hugging dress. <br><br>"<strong>Hmm.. sounds like you don't trust my capability to entertain my sis, Andi</strong>," I search for contentment with today's daily dose, mapping those ill-disciplined curves that ridicule the notion of trying to hide them. <br><br>Like that was ever possible. <br><br>I ease forward for a supposedly innocent hug, but there is an intruder. A nice, warm, long and hard one pressing into the crevice of her cheeks for the slightest moment. "<strong>You're the only one that doesn't want to play my games</strong>," I purr and slip away. A little victory that would soon stir an all-out war. <br><br>Mother gets my attention next. Another chaste kiss that doesn't stay so for too long once I lean in closer. "<strong>Blame her if you're feeling that</strong>. You brought her into a family with two impressionable teenagers," I smirk unabashedly before leaping away to the hall and avoiding the repercussions for now. <br><br>"<strong>Hey, sis...</strong>"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>27-06-2015, 10:55:42</strong>
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				<hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> <em>Charlotte 'Charlie' Spalding</em> <strong><em>Location:</em></strong> <em>Home</em> <strong><em>Tags:</em></strong> <em>Refreshed Mum and Eager Wife</em><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMEb6TOG3ss/TaVpu0xYQjI/AAAAAAAACNg/pBVZfkv7Q6g/s1600/rachel-weisz-04.jpg)</div><br>I smiled inwardly as my gorgeous wife complimented my appearance, I always make the effort for Andi, as success was always rewarded in the most wonderful ways, but if I ever disappoint her then I am made to suffer in whatever ways my devious wife can make up in addition to being denied any sexual pleasure for an unspecified period.&nbsp; The wink and the brief grip on my hip bone convey even more than the words, and instantly kick start my arousal.<br><br>When Andi asks me whether I would like to join her for a dip after dinner, I am not entirely sure whether she is talking about going swimming or something entirely more pleasurable to us both.&nbsp; But I reply "Certainly darling, a dip with you after dinner would be great" and I determine not to eat too much pizza, that might inhibit my performance, whatever she has planned.<br><br>Then I stand back and watch as my fabulous wife interacts with my children, well I say my children, since she formally adopted them, Reese and Chanel are now ours, and really they are not children, because they are clearly young adults with lives of their own.<br><br>When Reese breaks his hug with Andi, I am sure he has a bulge in the front of his pants, this is confirmed when in the guise of a chaste kiss on my cheek, he whispers into my ear <strong><em>"Blame her if you're feeling that. You brought her into a family with two impressionable teenagers,"</em></strong> and I can feel his cock pressing into my belly.<br><br><strong>"Reese, what is that about".</strong>&nbsp; I say as he disappears down the corridor to the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>29-06-2015, 18:22:23</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen counter <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WxKmhkd.jpg)</div><br>Chanel’s smile and nod are usual. What is unusual is the slight sultriness detected on those lips of hers. So like her mother’s. The question is inane and also usual and met with a polite response. One that was truthful, but bland. One that also had Andi making a little mental note to bring Chanel to the office this week and introduce her to a few of the modeling agents. She’d make the perfect centerfold.<br><br>Bring to the office and make sure big brother doesn’t tag along to be a bother.<br><br>Who in that moment chose to make his appearance and attitude known as always. Andi was even more aware now of the dance between them as he eased into her body for a seemingly innocent hug. Even though he was years younger, he still stood a head taller than the blonde lesbian mother. Especially when she was in flats. His broad chest enveloped her shoulders, just as that incessant, naughty cock of his pressed between her asscheeks. <br><br>Her fingers should not have been tightening on the edge of the counter. He’d shot a salvo over her bow with that move and she couldn’t find the thoughts to counter at the moment as he moved to place a kiss on her wife’s cheek. <br><br>Andi’s eyes flashed over her shoulder at him as she watched the man drag around her woman and then move out into the hallway. Presumably to make himself useful and grab the door which just rang, announcing the arrival of dinner. <br><br>A soft smirk from her lips followed the dark-haired teenager as he disappeared towards the front of the house. Her eyes moved back to her wife then, and Andi pushed closer to Charli. Who looked slightly perplexed at her son’s antics. Slipping behind her, tugging open the fridge and letting the blast of cool air spill over her skin, Andi tugs out a few cans of pop for the children and a bottle of white wine for the moms, setting the drinks on the counter by the plates Charli has gathered. <br><br>The cold has had an effect on her nipples, making them stand out against the thin fabric veiling them. Something she is sure will last until Reese walks back into the room carrying three steaming pizza boxes. <br><br>She points to her wife, making a turning motion with her index finger. “Fetch some glasses for us, will you darling? Be a dear about it now…” She said with a grin and a wink. The motion was familiar. Charli would know what Andi would want to see. That lovely stretch of her lithe body up to the higher reaches of the custom cabinets. The stretch that would cause her skirt to ride up just slightly. The movement allowing Andi a peek at the bottom curves of her wife’s rear end. <br><br>One she’d sampled thousands of times before. <br><br>Those intense eyes stay on her wife, even as she reaches for the wine bottle, unwrapping the foil from the cork. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 06:47:25</strong>
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				<hr><strong><em>Name:</em></strong> <em>Charlotte 'Charlie' Spalding</em> <strong><em>Location:</em></strong> <em>Home</em> <strong><em>Tags:</em></strong> <em>Refreshed Mum and Eager Wife</em><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMEb6TOG3ss/TaVpu0xYQjI/AAAAAAAACNg/pBVZfkv7Q6g/s1600/rachel-weisz-04.jpg)</div><br>Andi indicated that I should turn around with the small gesture of her lovely long slim finger, and of course that was what I immediately did to get the glasses she asked for.&nbsp; The grin and wink indicating more than just a desire for glasswear was at work in her wife's mind, that and the aroused nipples that I hoped soon to be sucking and licking.<br><br>When I reached the cupboard, I knew what I was expected to do.&nbsp; Standing just far enough away that I had to stretch, the action causing my short gunmetal grey skirt to rise a little and tighten on my butt and pushing my boobs up in the top threatening to slip out, indeed I was pretty sure that there was more than a hint of my dark aerolae which I was sure that Andi could see in the mirrored surface of the cupboard door.<br><br>I fetch the glasses from the cabinet, placing them on the counter, pulling my top back up, then picking up the glasses and spinning on my heels and returning to my beautiful wife and Chanel.&nbsp; Seeing the grin on my lover's face and know that it is mirrored on my own face shows that we are going to have a hell of a night of hot sex when we get to bed or maybe even before.<br><br>"There you are honey, glasses just like you wanted" I say as I sit next to her, well almost on top of her if truth be told.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 13:03:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><strong><em>"Have a good day, Chanel?"</em></strong><br><br>I have a good view into the kitchen from my lazy position on the couch, and I watch Reese envelope Andi and mom in his lavish hugs. I can imagine him hugging me like that, how his hard, strong body would would press against me, his arms pinning me helplessly against his firm frame, and his rapidly hardening cock pressing against my belly. Of course, I have no idea that's exactly what he just did to our mothers. The thought of feeling him like that stirs my core and I start to ache once again. <br><br>I can never have enough of him. One minute I'm innocently lounging on the couch, and the next, thoughts of Reese taking me, using me, filling me, claiming me swirl through my head and start that burning ache between my legs all over again. It seems the simplest of comments are enough to rouse my need and desire. I'm tempted to drag him into the downstairs bathroom for a quickie, the thought of Andi and our mother on the other side of the door as we fuck in the naughtiest of ways, makes the ache even worse, <br><br>When the doorbell rings, I barely contain my groan of frustration at this intrusion on my plans. But, I haul myself grudgingly off the couch and join everyone in the kitchen. I catch Reese's eye and bite my lip seductively, certain that he knows exactly what I want and need. Once I'm sitting at the table, I open my legs enough that a groping hand or and inquisitive foot can reach my moist, hot core and stroke against the velvet lips in the most tantalizing way.<br><br>Again, the idea of doing these things right in front of our parents sends another thrill of excitement through me, and my mind wanders to just how exciting it would be to fuck in plain sight of them. I wonder what their reactions would be. I sometimes feel as though they might know our secret anyway already. And if they do, does it turn them on as much as it turns me on to think that they know?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-07-2015, 22:59:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> A bold tease for the family</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> "<strong>This looks like a party</strong>." <br><br>"<strong>Oh, you've no idea</strong>," I tell the pizza guy. Others might well stumble simply from the ease with which I disregard morality. Yesterday, I was sleeping with my twin sister. Today, I am contemplating a full-on family orgy. No, that makes it sound like a passing fancy. Perhaps it could have begun as such. Certainly, I can't remember giving it too much thought when Chanel first used it as a means to excite me. But even then the effects had been striking. I would cum more, spank harder and scream louder. But the moment would pass into the murky shadows. Waiting... Corrupting...<br><br>And one fine spring night, it would lead a boisterous lad to nestle his cock against the asses of both his mothers and make his sister wet in the process. <br><br>They are waiting around the dinner table. One with eyes shining and legs spread. The other two fighting base impulses I have long since succumbed to. Meanwhile, I am piecing together the perfect snowball of events that can get the lot of us a first-class ticket to hell. <br><br>"<strong>Dinner is served</strong>," I coo, "<strong>Careful. I took great care in making sure its perfect. Notice the way I hold it on the palm, and not like tucking it under my shoulder. Tough work, ladies. Lemme hear a little appreciation</strong>."<br><br>I find it natural to look to Chanel first. It feels just perfect. Even in a situation where I am only pretending to want praise. There is a comfort in how lust isn't the only thing I feel when I look at her. Meandering hands accept the invitation and soon that I torture that soft little clit of hers barely three feet away from our parents. It is fun. Playful and not quite as perverse as it was to the outside world. Soon enough though, I realize there is also a more than a slight drive for Andi and mummy to notice. To even feel the need to show the young 'uns how it's done.<br><br>So what if my conscience is crooked. I like it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>06-08-2015, 19:22:23</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen Table <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WxKmhkd.jpg)</div><br>Reese returns with sustenance, triumphant as always in his acquisition of the meal, demanding praise from those he considers his. As if the man hadn’t always had females clapping their hands for him his entire life, no matter how small the accomplishment. My eyes roam over his form, dart to Chanel’s, where he has looked first, and then back to the glass of wine in my hand, contemplating its depths while the other two women in the room applaud softly. After a slow sip, I push up off of my seat and arrange the bounty of pizza boxes lengthwise and back-to-back along the center of the square table. <br><br>The mundane chore gives me an easy glance at the table line where Chanel and Reese have taken up their post, empty plates in front of them. And the obvious spread of the sister’s legs so the brother’s hand is more than welcome between them. <br><br>Years of practice at holding my poker face in the board room comes into play now. My hands don’t even shake as my eyes drop to their task. The hunch is true and Devil certainly is at work here…. And the fact that such an intimate act is occurring within my family, at my table, where my wife and I have enjoyed ourselves before… makes things start to stir and churn deep within. <br><br>Challenging norms and base urges. Making them <em>dance</em>. <br><br>A small, tight smile is on my lips now and I know it. One that has been there before. One that meant a challenge was accepted and that some form of competition would not be denied. And I always won. Because who do you think taught these children to be greedy in the first place? <br><br>With the boxes forming a wall that only reveal the uppermost pieces of sultry body’s to the couples, I ease back down into the chair and shift all the way to the back, spreading my thighs wide and indicating that Charli&nbsp; should perch herself on the chair inbetween them. We’ve eaten many times like this before. She feeding me, or me feeding her. Murmuring about our day together. For two slim women, it is an easy and intimate position to use when play is at hand. <br><br>And my hands knew how to play. Expertly.<br><br>While Charli’s hands are busy pulling cheesy goodness from its home and onto our plates, my chin rests on her shoulder, watching the children across from us. Their expressions. Reading. Wondering. And then my eye is drawn to the bosom that is barely contained by gunmetal grey material. One that extends down to hips and an ass, and thighs. Thighs that my hands are sliding up at the moment, encasing. And then to the hem of the skirt, inching it higher beneath the table. Knowing that my wife would be wearing next to nothing underneath. Knowing my hands could do the Devil’s work there. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 15:14:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><strong><em>"Have a good day, Chanel?"</em></strong><br><br>Reese's glance at me when he 'presents' the dinner sends a little thrill through me. The knowledge that I am important to him not only when he wants to use my body is a wonderful feeling. We live in our own little world sometimes, it seems. Where we are the only ones that matter, or even exist. Our connection, our bond, is more than a twin bond, more than a lover's bond. It is a bond forged from both. Each strong individually, but together...stronger than any other.<br><br>I can't help the smile as he takes advantage of my spread legs, torturing me in the most delicious way. It makes it hard to concentrate on eating, or the idle conversation of the dinner table. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I focus my attention on taking little bites of my pizza, but I am aching with a very different kind of hunger right now and I can't help the little glances toward my brother as his fingers continue their slow torture.<br><br><strong>"I'm awfully hungry...."</strong> I mention softly to him, a twinkle in my eyes. I know he'll understand my true meaning. I suddenly can't wait for dinner to be over.
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