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>08-01-2016, 19:19:12</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>08-01-2016, 19:27:47</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><br>(http://www.clker.com/cliparts/2/e/8/8/1194986685743465171musical_note_2_dennis_bo_01.svg.hi.png)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>08-01-2016, 19:31:35</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>08-01-2016, 19:33:05</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> 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>08-01-2016, 19:35:03</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>08-01-2016, 19:36:18</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> 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 19:41:02</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>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 19:42:26</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>08-01-2016, 19:44:01</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>08-01-2016, 19:45:33</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> Peeping Twin </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><strong>"Aaaahhhhhh yes...."</strong> 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><strong>"REESE! REESE FUCK ME!!! I'M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU, REESE!!!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 19:51:23</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>08-01-2016, 19:52:58</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>08-01-2016, 19:54:30</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>08-01-2016, 19:56:02</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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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 19:57:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 19:59:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:05:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:08:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>08-01-2016, 20:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>Rarasoh</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 20:35:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Mrs. Alison Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Mommies home</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig04.deviantart.net/24be/f/2011/075/3/a/whispering_wind_by_suicide_bee-d3brt6a.jpg)</div> I was soon growing tired of being stuck in this long river of traffic, working a dead end office job sure had it's perks especially with a soft, seductive rolling purr to my tone getting me a raise each yearly quarter but a 45 minute drive home turning into nearly two hours was soon becoming torture. The traffic wasn't heading anywhere any time soon and so I decided to pull my phone from my pocket and check for any new smutty updates on the rather taboo blog that I had heard about from a colleague of mine.. I could only imagine being the mom of a set of twins such as this, <em>catching them in the act, seeing the mixed expression of excitement, shame and mostly embarrassment. Attempting to scold them for what I caught them doing but my own interest, my own excitement proving to much to bare allowing me to step closer.. Making sure the door was locked.</em><br><br>A loud honk made me near jump out of my own skin when I come to realise I hadn't noticed the long space ahead of me, the traffic had moved and I hadn't noticed due to the corrupt thoughts of my step children over a simply, smut-tastic blog. They'd never go for it, who in the right mind would openly fool around the topic of incest? No-one that's who and yet I <strong>needed</strong> to get home.. Now, my panties near enough soaked through to my skirt and a twenty minute drive still ahead of me had only caused me to internally chastise myself considering I couldn't just go and relieve myself for a short moment when I had two teenagers in the house who I hadn't seen for a few hours atleast. <br><br>"That'd teach me for reading in traffic." <br><br>I had sighed, my thoughts still holding onto the premise of Chanel.. <em>No.. Can't have been.</em> I'd mutter&nbsp; now racing home and parking in the available space of the driveway, quietly in my confusion I would set my phone on the side table once I was inside and quietly shut the door. <br><br>"Kids? I'm home! Traffic was.. A nightmare." <br><br><em>How am I to bring this up now, I was all wrapped in the idea of being a third party in the scenarios I played out in my head and to find the guest writers name was my step daughter? It could be a coincidence, it could not be a coincidence but it's not like I could just..Ask.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 20:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>I groan when I hear my step-mother's voice call out. She's back, and is probably expecting us downstairs. That means no chance of another round with Reese. I give him&nbsp; a pout, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body firmly against him, rubbing my hips back and forth against his.<br><br><strong>"Do you think we could just be quick....?"</strong> I whisper breathlessly, the ache between my legs already driving me crazy. How does he do this to me!? <br><br>I trail my fingers up and down his chest, my eyes fixed on his face. I need him. I want him. And the idea that Alison might hear us....well....that just added to the excitement after what we had just talked about. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 06:00:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Mommy meet and greet</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> Should it really surprise that my twin mirrors my traits? Well, perhaps a little leeway is in order considering we'd spent all our adult lives as the poster children for sibling rivalry. It wasn't anything malignant though. We loved each other, but always had room to indulge in harmless little pranks. One of them had been the gateway to our present state of absolute fucking bliss, in fact, and I've begun to wonder lately if we were always meant to be this way. <br><br>"<strong>Damn it, sis</strong>" I struggle to present enough of a forbidding picture though. So technically I should curse my cock, which is iron-hard again and jutting out to savor her plump rump. We'd both become aware of the loss of privacy, and of who it was that could walk in on us. "<strong>God damn it, Chanel. Mom's downstairs</strong>!" There is a hint of helplessness to my voice, a realization as much as I may protest there is nothing that I want more than to fuck the living daylights out of you. "<strong>And you're making me wish she actually catches us like this</strong>..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 02:27:27</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>As I shuffled through the papers and presentation boards strewn about the over-sized mahogany desk, I felt his hand creep down from the polite place, just above the small of my back, to take a much more scandalous and decisive grip at the curve of my ass through the narrow pencil skirt I wore. <br><br>My flow of words stopped as I heard the intake of breath over my shoulder. During another time in my life, I may have taken this client up on his lewd offer. He was handsome, rich and powerful. But fucking random business men and woman was a thing of the past. Had been ever since I’d said those vows to the step-mother of my niece and nephew and assumed the dual of role of aunt-and-parent. I’d made commitments. Promises.<br>Plus, I was very satisfied in the bedroom and there was nothing this man could offer me at the moment to make me question that. His approach left a sour taste in my mouth and much to be desired.<br><br>I looked up at the glass doors that led from his office out into the lobby. I’m sure the expression on my face was anything but pleased. Probably more close to annoyance and anger. My hands stilled on the desk, and I turned my head slowly, to bring that gaze which had made lesser’s quiver to bear. His hand still didn’t move. <br><br><strong>“That is not yours.”</strong> I said softly. But the conviction rang through, and with a sly smirk he pulled his hand away, leaning back in the opulent leather chair. He started to make some comment, no doubt to assure me of his prowess or leverage something more out of the business deal. I took the opportunity to start gathering the contract and papers we had previously been discussing and cut him off.<strong> “And this meeting is over.”</strong> <br><br>The papers neatly tucked into my over-sized Tom Ford purse, I didn’t give him a second glance. <strong>“You’ll be hearing from our lawyers.”</strong> Was all that I left him with as my Louboutin heels carried me from the office. The anger subsided easily. It wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last, and I had been through worse. The broken business deal to carry our new fashion line in his stores would not break the company, and if he thought I was going to bring a lawsuit against him… well it might work well in our favor for a higher profit margin. <br><br>My phone was in my hand before I reached the elevators and I didn’t even bother to check out with the desk clerk. A quick call to my assistant apprised him of the situation. The car was waiting and I canceled the rest of my meetings for the weekend. While the bad taste was quickly leaving my mouth, seeing my wife, and spending time with the two teenagers who constantly kept us on our toes, seemed like just what I needed. <br><br>As I slipped into the waiting Mercedes, settling myself in the backseat for the half an hour ride home, I scrolled through the waiting emails the two-hour meeting had made me miss. It was the usual monotonous drivel. New designs for handbags or bras to be put into the fashion line for approval, store locations and leases to be reviewed, changes in security that needed to be updated. Two quick button pushes hid all of it from the screen and brought up the text messages. Quickly, I typed out a saucy little note to Ali, letting her know I was on my way home, the estimated time of arrival, and that I couldn’t wait to put my hands on her. <br><br>Even if the kids were still at home. It was almost the weekend. <em>They had to have some sort of plans, right? Fuck it, we could find a place to be somewhat quiet...</em><br><br>My legs shifted in the nude-colored skirt, and I unbuttoned the top of the deep green sleeveless blouse I wore. The images of what I could do to my wife, or what she could do to me, danced through my head, putting a soft little grin on my face.<br>&nbsp;<br>That grin was still there when the driver pulled up to our sprawling estate and opened the door for me. With an easy thanks, I headed inside, tipping the dark colored sunglasses up to the top of my head to push the elegantly curled blonde locks back over my shoulders. <br><br><strong>“Ali? Babe, I’m home. Reese? Chanel?”</strong> I called out from the entryway, opening the closet to stash my work bag inside of it, per usual. The house wasn’t completely silent, there were still signs of life. But when four people shared more than 30,000 square feet, it could be hard to tell who was where. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 00:25:32</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>"God damn it, Chanel. Mom's downstairs! And you're making me wish she actually catches us like this..."</em></strong><br><br>I giggle and continue my slow trail of my fingers on his chest, biting my full bottom lip and pressing my hips against his hungrily. I'm aching and wet for my brother, and hearing him say he almost wants us to get caught is....exciting. Then the second voice rings out and I groan, closing my eyes and stepping away from him.<br><br><strong>"Damn it! There's no way we can get away with it NOW. Maybe when they're in bed....?"</strong> I suggest hopefully, turning to head out of the door and go downstairs. "Maybe we'll be doing it at the same time they are...." I say with a wink over my shoulder before walking out the door.<br><br>Halfway down the stairs I call out to my moms, <strong>"Hey guys! We're home. How was work?"</strong> I ask of both of them, running forward to give them hugs and kisses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 17:59:32</strong>
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				I almost ran to meet Andi, my bare feet cushioned on thick carpet. I’d beaten her home by a matter of minutes, but her text had reached given me in time to pour us both a drink. <br><br>I handed her a glass pulling her close with my free hand and kissing with a passion that had taken all day to mature. “Oh god I’ve missed you.” I pulled back a little to see if her expression was a joy filled as mine before kissing her again. “It’s been a hell of a day.” I offered, letting my hand slide over her back to her tight buttocks and guiding her towards the kitchen.<br><br>“Hey, Reese! Chanel!” I called up the stairs. “Come and eat.”<br><br>Falling into step with Andi I whispered apologetically. “I’m sorry hun, I’ve been working late and grabbed a Chinese takeaway on the way home. I really couldn’t face cooking.” <br><br>The kitchen was immense as befitting a house of this size and I began to unwrap our meal on the marble work top. “It’ll need warming,” I said reaching for the plates and felt Andi’s breath on my neck. A shiver ran through me and my legs threatened to fold beneath me. Would Andi ever know how much I loved her?&nbsp; Ever know how my heart raced in her presence?<br><br>I put my glass down and turned to face her, my hands reaching forward to pull her hips against mine. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned and I grinned wickedly. She always knew how a glimpse of those perfect breasts affected me. I reached up and popped a button and another. <br><br>The kids were upstairs, I told myself and then added, fuck the kids! I let my lips brush against hers, tasting the wine upon them.<br><br>"Hey Guys" I hear Chanel call and a moment later she rushes in to break the magic of my perfect moment. But at once, the joy in her greeting made me regret my disappointment. Andi and I had all night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 16:40:01</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>In the kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>I’d barely made it into the foyer and past the formal sitting room when I heard Andi’s bare feet moving towards me from the kitchen. The grin on my face widened when I saw what her lithe little hand was carrying, as well. A glass of our favorite white wine. <br><br>In the doorway that led to the kitchen, our embrace stirred the embers low in my belly. Made me excited about the possibilities of what we could get into tonight. She was in one of my hands and my wine was in the other. The kiss was over all too soon and she was leading me back towards the kitchen.<strong> “I missed you too, kitten.”</strong> I practically purred, tucking my lips against her neck as her hand found my ass and we moved into the next room together. <strong>“And tell me about it… The weekend and freedom from the office couldn’t get here quick enough. I even cancelled all my meetings…”</strong> I said with a playful grin. <br><br>My wife would know what a free weekend meant. Time to enjoy each other to the point of exhaustion. Maybe even book a few hours at the spa. Or spend an entire afternoon in the pool house. <br><br><em>Naked.</em> <br><br>After a fortifying sip, I parted from her form just enough to help with the meal preparation, waving off her apologies and concerns. <strong>“Darling, the last thing either of us need to be worrying about is cooking tonight. This smells delicious and we have a perfectly good microwave to make use of.”</strong><br><br>I had pulled down a stack of napkins in one hand and a handful of forks and spoons in the other when I pushed up behind the lush body of my wife. Breasts barely contained in my bra, beneath my unbuttoned blouse, pressed up against her back. My hips fit against her ass and my lips found the nape of her neck as if drawn by magnets. There was never enough between us and it was utterly intoxicating. <br><br>The plates, silverware, necessities for dining, were placed haphazardly on the counter as she turned in front of me and slipped her hands around my waist and hips, tugging them in to meet hers expertly. She knew just where to touch. Just where to tease. That included unbuttoning my blouse even further so my bra was exposed. Indecent if we hadn’t been at home. <br><br>Footsteps indicated one, or both, of their older teenagers were making their way to the kitchen. The kiss was too tempting not to take, however, and I drank from Ali’s lips, teasing my tongue into her mouth and sliding a hand into her hair to grip there. The hold I had on her was promising. One of my legs slid between hers and before we could be interrupted, I pressed my thigh to her groin with a sly grin, knowing just how to tease her in return. <br><br>Chanel bounced in then, bubbly and beautiful as ever. A fresh breath of life. I leaned back slowly from Ali, but did not disengage myself fully from my wife. It was never frowned upon in my home to show love and affection. In fact, even with my hands on my wife’s hips, I returned my daughter’s kiss easily. <br><br><strong>“Work was at it always is, dear. Hard, but satisfying.”</strong> It was then that I fully pulled away from Ali. My hands brushed along her hips, and ass, letting her know that I’d be enjoying all of those later and our time together was not forgotten. My hands moved to Chanel’s shoulders then as she stood at the counter, surveying the spread of take-out food. Squeezing affectionately, I moved around her to head to the refrigerator, the sounds of her brother about to join us evident on the stairway. My blouse was still undone, but I ignored it. It wouldn't be the first time the kids had seen me in such a state. And pushing up on tip toe to reach the soy sauce on top of the appliance, I asked about her day over my shoulder. <strong> “Put a plate together sweetheart and we’ll warm it up for you. How was your day? Do anything exciting?”&nbsp; </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 14:56:18</strong>
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				Was it jealousy? I guess it was, but not that Andi showed affection towards our daughter, hell I’d do the same. It was the ease with which she carried her partial disrobement that I envied. I’d been raised by strict parents and more or less disowned when I confessed my feelings for another woman.&nbsp; I was raised to keep sex in the bedroom, to hide it shamefully from others, but Andi was so comfortable with her breasts (albeit, cradled in her bra) exposed and I wished I could be more like her.<br><br><strong>“Hey come on. Answer your mom.” </strong> I echoed playfully rubbing Chanel's hip as I passed. “<strong>What have you guys been up-to-today</strong>?” in my mind a hundred ideas of what I would like to do with Andi came and went, each more lurid and exciting than the last. I felt twitches of arousal and could hardly wait until we were alone together. <br><br>I divided the meal onto four plates, wondering why Reese was taking so long to join us. Surely we’d heard him on the stairs. “<strong>Hey Reese, your dinner’s going out.”&nbsp; </strong> I laid the plates on the table and sat behind one of them, picking up a fork and sipping at my wine. My lips glistened and sparkled and I wondered whether life could be any better than this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 17:04:36</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> Loving Mommies </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br><strong><em>“Put a plate together sweetheart and we’ll warm it up for you. How was your day? Do anything exciting?” </em></strong><br><br>I grin at my mom as my thoughts drift to what I did that day and how exciting it was, but those were obviously not anything I could share, so I shrug silently, watching her reach up for the sauce. Her shirt was hanging open, and I know the two of them were having a little 'adult time' as they used to call it when Reese and I were younger. I feel almost bad for interrupting, but they DID call us! I giggle silently to myself as I image what Reese would do if I were to walk around my with breasts hanging out, cupped in a tiny little demi bra that did little hide anything and more to display it. He'd probably lift me up on the kitchen counter and fuck me then and there! I blush slightly as the thought sends a shiver of pleasure through me and a jolt of fire to my already wet and aching pussy. Perhaps the next time we're in the house alone....<br><br><strong><em>“Hey come on. Answer your mom. What have you guys been up-to-today?”</em></strong><br><br>It takes me a moment to realize it's my mom's hand caressing my hip, and not my brother's, and I try to calm the arousal that had come with that touch. Damn! I was so turned on right now! I knew I had Reese's cum deep inside me, but that just made me want more. I wanted to be full of my brother's sex. I wanted to know I was carrying even more of him around inside me. But for now, the knowledge that I had at least some in my belly as I went about getting dinner innocently with my moms was enough to make me even more turned on.<br><br><strong>"It was good. I tried my hand at writing."</strong> I wasn't sure if I should say WHAT it was I was writing, or that it was for Reese's blog, and I hoped neither of them would ask what it was about. I wasn't sure what I would say to that....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 17:36:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig06.deviantart.net/6594/f/2014/227/8/2/reflection_by_nicolenudes-d7n78uo.jpg)“</div>That’s great Honey,” I beamed, picking up my clean plate and loading it into the dishwasher. “Mom and I used to write to each other all of the time when we were younger,&nbsp; making up stories and adventures.” I let my hand slide across Chanel’s shoulders as I passed. “I’m sure they’ll still be around on one of those old laptops at the back of the wardrobe”<br><br>I picked up Reese plate and placed it carefully in the microwave, ready for him to warm up when he eventually came down stairs. I stole a glance at Andi’s breasts and smiled. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and I could feel my stomach churning in anticipation.<br><br>“I’m going upstairs to change out of these clothes.” I announced, tugging at the collar of my work blouse, desperate to slip into something sexy for Andi. “I may take a bath,” I added heading for the door.<br><br>As the water ran I undressed and slipped back into the bedroom and fired up my laptop. I quicly negotiated to the blog I’d been told of and began to read. It was pornographic in the extreme, a brother and sister describing every intimate detail of their encounter and yet it was so beautiful and touching that I longed to read on, despite my revulsion of the thought of incest.<br><br>I returned to my bath leaving the computer running and sank into the scented water, closing my eyes and letting the day float away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 07:45:24</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> Schemers will scheme</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> Am I seriously thinking about this? It wasn't that long ago that fucking my twin brought utter and complete satisfaction. Hell, even my grades in school were climbing to unrealistic realms. I had sat down for my college prep last month, after a marathon weekend of having sex in every room of the house, and came away with the best score in my year. So maybe it would actually bode well if I wrangled more such lucky charms. After all, it wasn't like the house didn't have more.<br><br>A grin creased my face as I allowed myself to fantasize. Me, sis, mommy and mummy naked on a king-size bed, slumbering peacefully. My cock had never been harder.&nbsp; <br><br>"<em>Don't get greedy, you fucking bastard</em>," I told myself looking into the bathroom mirror. "<em>That's your mother</em> and <em>your stepmother, who doesn't do men</em>." Apparently, that wasn't quite as potent a trigger to defuse an erection as I'd hoped. "Fine then, you want them, lets see if you can help in getting them."<br><br>I give it a few strokes as memories of Chanel flood my mind. "<em>I'll bet she could be a lot of help.</em>" Those words weren't said out loud for I knew they would break from the pleasure in my voice. Big sister was too powerful a muse. <br><br>So it was that I came down to dinner with my hard-on framed against the front of my shorts. Chanel was there, being her usual cheerful self and so was mommy, who seemed to have forgotten how to button up her shirt properly. Standing against the fridge, my line of sight was to die for. "<em>Oh my God, are her nipples hard?</em>" I bit my lip to make sure that little discovery didn't go public. <br><br>"<strong>Hey, why isn't mum here? I thought dinners demanded everyone be at the table. Can't make the rules and then flout them, unless of course, you'll get me that car I've been wanting</strong>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 03:54:11</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> Teasing in the kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>I listened as Chanel gave the bare minimum in a recount of her day. It was typical, nothing that alarmed me. The girl was still a teenager, although technically an adult now. This would be the last few months in the house together, if tradition dictated anything. And my wife and I had been preparing to let the kids fly from the nest for a few years. Treating them less like children and more like adults. It was helping with the transition in our family, I thought. <br><br>I stayed in front of the fridge as Ali finished her plate, loaded it up into the dishwasher and made her excuses to head upstairs. Would it be worth for-going the take-out to join her early? Dinner was usually a family affair, with all parties at the table. But the man of the household was taking his sweet time coming to the party. And dinner was getting cold. <strong>“I’ll be up soon, darling,”</strong> I called after her, flashing a smile her way.<br><br>A rumble in my stomach indicated that while I skipped lunch, dinner better happen. Especially if I wanted to enjoy more wine tonight. With my free hand, I reached to the counter where my wine glass sat, and took a sip as Chanel moved to the table her mother had just vacated with her plate. A stray thought that the girl was beautiful and how did my wife and I get so lucky with her floated through my head as Reese’s soft tone announced his presence. <br><br>My eyes made their way to him as I pushed away from the fridge, soy sauce in one hand, wine glass in the other, and moved around the kitchen island. Passing Reese on my way, I went up on tip toe to press a chaste, greeting kiss to his slightly stubbled cheek. The almost-man had been taller than me since his fourteenth birthday. And while my hands were full, when I shifted to move past him, my hip grazed his. Or was it something else of his that grazed my body, still clad in its tight pencil skirt? He was practically a man, after all. The slightly embarrassing thought probably reddened my cheeks, but didn’t slow my progress towards Chanel and the dinner table, where my plate awaited.<br><br>My back thankfully to Reese now, I laughed softly at his remarks as I leaned over the table, setting my wine glass and soy sauce down before snagging a bottle of water for Chanel and moving to my seat. <strong>“Look who’s quoting the rules now??” </strong>My tone was teasing, as if surprised <em>he</em> – of all people – would want to stick to a line in the sand. That boy had pushed boundaries since day one. It turned matter-of-fact after that. <strong>“Your mother, who brought home a dinner and stuck it in the microwave for lazy boys like yourself, has already eaten and is taking a bath to relax after the week. So why don’t you sit down and eat and tell me about your day? Chanel was saying she tried her hand at writing.”</strong><br><br>I speared a few pieces of stir fry with my fork, much too hungry and interested in what was happening in that kitchen to be distracted with chopsticks.<strong> “And you know the deal on that car,” </strong>I finished, popping the morsel into my mouth. <strong>“College first.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>01-03-2016, 14:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig14.deviantart.net/81d9/f/2012/212/3/8/3809784f1a9312f19769144519c9882e-d59aquv.jpg)</div><br>Whist luxuriating beneath warm bubbles I closed my eyes and allowed my mind and hands to wander. I was drawn back to the blog and the idea of a brother and sister making love. As their bodies writhed I swear I spotted both Reese and Chanel amongst the hard flesh. My hand found its mark between my legs and my finger slipped into my soaped pussy. It felt good, and yet so wrong. and in my mind I was naked, forced to watch - hanging painfully as my children fucked for my benefit.<br><br>I came silently, the rise and fall of my breasts causing small waves that lapped around my toes. I smiled and opened my eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 16:41:37</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> Kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> Horny Bro </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br>When Reese comes down and enters the kitchen finally, I smirk when I notice his very obviously tented shorts, my eyes flicking up to his face. I'm a little put out to discover his own eyes weren't trained on me, but on our mother. I glance at her, wondering if she'd noticed his hard-on. It wasn't hard to miss. When she kisses his cheek, I watch as she brushes against his erection, wishing it was pressed against me. When she turns her face towards me though, I could see the blush on her face and another thought occurs to me. She had felt him and it had either embarrassed or aroused her, or both....<br><br>I bite my lip and look back at Reese with a naughty grin, my own cheeks flushed with arousal. The idea of mommy being aroused by him is enough to wet my panties completely and I want him so badly right now. I look into his eyes and I know he knows I need him inside me again. But perhaps he doesn't know what has heightened my arousal to it's peak. I want to share my wicked thoughts with him and I desperately want to fuck him while our mothers are fucking. I wonder if we could get away with fucking outside their bedroom door tonight, as we listen to the sounds of their lovemaking. How hot would that be!? That in itself pushes me so very close to the peak and I squeeze my legs together as a flush spreads across my cheeks. If I squeeze hard enough I can usually make myself cum without even touching myself. I focus on Reese, wondering if he'll realize what I'm doing as I nearly crush my legs together. Suddenly, pleasure explodes through me and I sigh, trying to keep myself quiet as I cum for him, right in front of our mother. My heart is racing now, and I'm sure there's a flush on my hot cheeks, but I feel amazing. That was seriously amazing. I grin at him.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I said I tried a little writing today. Maybe you can help me write some more later....?"</strong> Among other things hopefully!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 04:53:37</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> Sneaking a peek</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> "<strong>Is it really wise telling an impressionable young boy that there is a naked woman in the house, mommy</strong>?" <br><br>I grin like the cat that ate the canary. Everything comes to a standstill. I daresay even Chanel's caught by surprise and she knows me like the back of her hand. Twin telepathy enhanced several fold by our illicit lust. She would know it wasn't a throwaway statement. But it is harmless. Well, relatively. I am, after all, a mischief maker. <br><br>Discipline is Andi's domain, and testing her limits has always been far too entertaining. From sneaking out past curfew and flinging those puppy dog eyes at her to evade punishment to using a company credit card to pay for porn - although that time the prank ended with all of us celebrating because the poor sap I stole the money from was harassing her at work - there is plenty of history. That helps, because she would know there is no malice in my words. <br><br>"<strong>No wonder the school counselor thinks I'm a threat. She hovers around every time I try to ask a girl out and then tells them such wicked things about me. That all I want is to see them wearing inappropriate clothes and speaking inappropriate things. Wonder where I might have picked that up</strong>..." <br><br>I indulge in a knowing smirk with Chanel and instantly realize what my darling sister is upto. Her eyes are glazed and her lips trembling. Those slender curves are so so taut and muted gasps are all the conversation she is able to muster. I have seen her exhibit all of these symptoms before, save the care she takes to stay quiet. <br><br>"<strong>Cum</strong>" I mouth to her. "<strong>Cum for me</strong>"<br><br>And so she does. Right in the middle of the house. Without even touching herself. It was beautiful. <br><br>"<em>If she does that at the dinner table, imagine what mummy's doing in the bath tub...</em>" An idle fantasy had escalated into an obsession. <br><br>"<strong>I'm going to check on mum</strong>," I keep my tone even but a hitch in my breath makes it an impossible task. Years of practice sensing a negative answer equips me with the knowledge that I'd need something a bit more convincing than the concerned son act. "<strong>She can't miss dessert, now can she</strong>?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 13:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ63LkN_Xi12sRJ1ouo20yFE7Gl7b0Fr7BOpJ6AXlwIdXdKwWxZ-A)</div><br>“Hey Andi.” I called, hearing footfalls on the landing. “Would you either hand me a towel or jump in here with me.”<br><br>The soap had blurred my vision and I saw the figure standing in the doorway, assuming it to be my wife. “Hey hun, care for a dip?” I pulled myself up to rest against the back of the bath so that my bubble crowned breasts were offered up invitingly. <br><br>I rubbed my eyes. “Fuck! . . . I mean . . . Reese! How long have you been standing there?”<br><br>I prayed that he’d just arrived and hadn’t watched me pleasuring myself. I lowered myself back into the water, though in truth the feel of his eyes upon me was thrilling. “Sorry son.” I apologised for my sharpness. “You took me by surprise.” I smiled. “Would you mind handing me a bath sheet?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 19:19:40</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> Teasing in the kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> Just the girls...</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>The snort that came out of me as Reese called himself “impressionable” was decidedly un-motherly-like. He was anything but that word. I didn’t have a chance to make the comment that I didn’t believe for one moment he could be impressed to do anything he didn’t want to by anyone and he was continuing with whatever little game had entered his head now. Because after exchanging a look with his sister, he was gone from the room once more. <br><br>I sighed, leaning back in the chair and pushing the half-finished plate away. My fingers curled around the stem of the wineglass as the last of Reese’s words rang through my head. It reminded me that my darling wife was naked in the tub in this house. And instantly I was thrown back to the last time we spent a night in the tub together. A secretive smile crept across my face as my lips parted on what had to have been a pleasurable sigh at the memory of Ali’s lips on my cunt. And then the look on her face when I fucked her with the newly purchased glass dildo. <br><br>Her screams still echoed in my ears. Maybe tonight I could convince her to let me have that beautiful, puckered ass of hers again. <br><br>Nothing had ever been off-limits between them. Even some of the most depraved fantasies were eventually, and quietly, fulfilled in their time together. <br><br>The memories had made me slick with want, and puckered my nipples. I wasn’t sure if that showed through my bra and shirt, but by now, I was beyond caring. I doubted that Reese had actually gone to fetch his mother, but something in his tone had nagged at the back of my thoughts. He was certainly up to something, I just wasn’t sure what surprises would find the family tonight yet at his hands. <br><br>My eyes flicked to Chanel, who was flushed and breathing a bit heavy. I picked up my plate, standing. <strong>“Are you alright, sweetheart? I know this food is a bit heavy tonight…”</strong> Moving easily to the sink, I set the plate down and turned, leaning back against the counter to drag my eyes over my daughter as I took another sip of the wine. <strong>“Oh! And I’m having more sample pieces of clothing and lingerie over tomorrow for you to try on. I know how much you enjoy getting the latest things they've designed.”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 09:24:40</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> Exactly where he shouldn't be<strong>Tags:</strong> Ali Oops</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> Quick with my quips and on my feet. I could be a star in running commentary.<br><br>Presently though, only the very near future tempts interest. If all goes well, I will be gawking at a naked woman. If all goes really well, she would be cumming. Somehow, this engaging debate of pros and cons overlooks the fact that I am about to spy on my mother in the bathroom. It would seem a dampener had been placed around my sense of morality. Clearly, my cock has superpowers. <br><br>Each step up the stairs makes my heart beat faster, with excitement. My blood tingles in anticipation. I am at the landing, dead ahead is salvation and the door is ajar. Or did I twist it open myself but lost all memory of it making room to store the vision that lay ahead. Ali was luxuriating in the tub, and she was <em>soaking</em> wet. <br><br>I bit my lip to strangle any and all exclamations, and there were plenty that my potty mouth came up with. Fuck, how her flesh glistened from the soap and the spray. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to run a hand down her side. Ride those buxom curves until the lure of her cunt became too much. <br><br>If I hadn't had the pleasure of spying on Chanel for months, I suspect I would have slipped into a coma. <br><br>But there are downsides to even the greatest gifts. Inured to incest by countless hours of fucking my twin sister, I find it a good idea to push my luck - or more pertinently the bathroom door - and it comes back to bite me in the ass. Eventually. <br><br>I stand mere feet away from my naked mummy, basking in the sight of her lush, round, perky&nbsp; breasts. For about three seconds. And that window snaps shut long before I could summon coherent thought. Ali had realised the intruder was not her wife. <br><br>"<strong>Uhh... Yeah... bath... sheet... Where... Right.. Here</strong>," On top of being a blubbering mess, I find myself blatantly trying to sneak another peek. I must be mental. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>17-03-2016, 15:48:00</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> Kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> Just Me and My Mom </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br><br><strong><em>“Are you alright, sweetheart? I know this food is a bit heavy tonight…”</em></strong><br><br>I nod as I try to steady my breathing a little more. It's harder than it should have been because, for a moment, my eyes are drawn to the tightness of my mother's nipples, and my already aroused body gets another jolt of desire. It kind of shocks me. I had always fantasized about being caught by one or both of them, having them watch me and Reese wrapped up in each other, my body milking his for his forbidden cum, aching for him to fill me right in front of them. But the fact that seeing her like that also made me aroused was a little bit of a surprise.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, no, I'm fine."</strong> <br><br>I can't help another glance at her chest though, biting my lip as I try to hold back the little quip that's sitting on the tip of my tongue. It doesn't work.<br><br><strong>"Thinking of Ali? Or Reese's hard-on?"</strong> I ask playfully, a wicked grin on my face. I expect her to be shocked and even horrified at the mention of her son's sexual apparatus on display, or the fact that I've noticed, or maybe the fact that I brought it up without any kind of embarrassment. It'll be fun to make her uncomfortable. I feel a little teasing playfulness rising in me, perhaps to try and balance out my sudden desire to have my brother back inside me as I think of my mommies fucking at the same time.<br><br><strong>"He's really very big you know. Like....porn star big....I bet he makes a lot of girls cum hard....."</strong> That last part was supposed to be funny, but it actually ended up making me a little jealous. The idea that my brother's cock would be inside some other girl isn't a thought I like. I want him for myself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 16:41:13</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> Just two girls… <strong>Tags:</strong>Chanel</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>As I stood back against the kitchen counter, watching Chanel, sipping my wine, the thought of how much I needed to fuck my wife and get off tonight floated up into my consciousness. The monotony of dinner, getting the family fed, dealing with the pleasantries of everyone being home took precedence before I could cum. <br><br>Right in Ali’s mouth. <br><br>My thighs clenched together and fingers tightened around the wineglass as Chanel’s eyes roamed over my body. Almost like a caress. I knew she was looking at my hardened nipples. And as I bit my lip, I realized the look was mirrored in my daughter’s face. I quickly dropped the gaze and straightened. My intention had been to bid her goodnight, or talk to her about tomorrow, or do anything other than turn the conversation towards the subject she meant it to go when her words stopped me in my barefoot tracks.<br><br>It seems Chanel had inherited my penchant for being direct and bringing up the elephant in the room. <br><br>Instantly, I knew my eyebrows were reaching my hairline. She’d surprised me. Something not many people could accomplish readily enough to render me speechless. I set my wineglass down before I dropped it at the shock of what was happening. <br>But Chanel barreled on. Playful. Teasing. And I recognized she was baiting me. To a point. It was something Chanel excelled at. Probably because her mother and I could tease with the best of them as well. <br><br>The little tart. <br><br>Moving forward slowly, I made no move to cover myself up. To block my body from her words. Instead, I crowded the space she occupied. Stood next to her chair so my bra-clad breasts were level with her face. My right hand crept out and swept a few of Chanel’s locks over her bare shoulder, while my left braced against the table she still sat at. I knew Chanel wasn’t completely an innocent. The girl was beautiful, popular, and had been desired by men since she’d turned 16. I just hadn’t realized how much she liked the sexual attention until now. <br><br><strong>“My dear babygirl…”</strong> I said softly, a ghost of a smile, one that was almost predatory and no doubt matched ones Reese had thrown around once or twice. The tone in my voice brooked no defiance as well. <strong>“Just how would you know about the size of your brother’s cock?”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 19:03:30</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> Just Me and My Mom </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br>I can't help the eyeful of breasts in my face as my mother steps up to me, virtually pushing them into my face. I also can't help my tongue tracing slowly over my lips as I look at them, the momentary thought of what they would be like in my mouth, or the sudden clench of my belly as I imagine it. I tear my eyes away and up to her face as she brushed my hair over my shoulder, sending a shudder of strange desire through me.<br><br><strong><em>“My dear babygirl…Just how would you know about the size of your brother’s cock?”</em></strong><br><br>Of all the times I curse the blush on my pale cheeks, it's now. It takes a lot to make me blush when it comes to sex, but in the face of my mother's question, I feel the flames licking my cheeks. How do I know? Because I've had it in my tight, wet cunt more times than my mother is old? Because I've had it buried in my throat, my tongue all over it, tasting him coating my mouth? Because it's taken me so hard and so fast that it spews burning hot cum deep into my body for me to hold inside me forever?<br><br><strong>"Uh....I might have....seen it....a couple of times....."</strong> I say with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 03:41:37</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong> An Unexpected Vistor </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc30/f/2015/223/4/f/screen_shot_2015_05_06_at_9_05_47_am_by_superhardy2-d9572sl.jpg)</div><br>I had gotten the call as I was leaving work, Andrea my baby sister needed my help with the house and the kids and asked if I could come over. I had asked what was happening to which the response was Ali was going on a business trip and she needed some help around the house. Of course, I responded in the affirmative and told her really my business can stand without me for a few days and if worst comes to worst I could always use my computer to spy on the staff and check the bookings. <br><br>I took a few moments to pack some clothes in a satchel and left for the house....<br><br>"Andi!?!" I call from the entry way, dinner should have been finished by now and I used my key to enter the house thinking no one would really mind...I am family after all. "Andi?..." I drop my bag and walk further into the house, my spiked red heels clack on the floor as I move slowly towards the living room. I didn't change from work, so the tight black dress hugs my shape as I move, the low v revealing naked flesh to my navel, a client's desire come to light, "Kids?" I question looking at the empty living room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 15:22:32</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>By the pool. <strong>Tags:</strong>Margo</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br><br>The powerful and sultry strands of En Vogue’s “Giving Him Something He Can Feel” filtered through the pool-side speakers. The playlist was one of my favorites. Filled with powerful ballads, R&amp;B hits, deep bass and sweet notes that would carry me away to an easy place of decadence. <br><br>The wife had left last night, swept away on an unexpected business trip. So I’d called in the reinforcements of my sister to help keep the house and kids in line. She wasn’t due for another few hours, however, and with Chanel out shopping, Reese only gods-knew-where, doing gods-know-what (see why I needed help?), I’d taken advantage of the sun and weather and sprawled out on one of the lounges near the crisp and clean water of our in-ground oasis. <br><br>Only half of my attention, however, was on the sounds and the scene around me. The other half was on the phone in my hand and the blog that rolled across the screen. I’d undone my bikini top at least 20 minutes ago to bare my back to the world and keep any of those pesky tan lines from appearing, but the words I was reading made me wonder if soon, I wouldn’t have to divest myself of the bottoms as well. Simply to relieve the sexual tension that was helping me grow wetter by the second. <br><br>My thumb pushed the screen up farther and the next few words had me biting my lower lip, propping my sunglasses up on top of my tresses to see the sentences better. <br><br><em>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><br><br>Girls?! RS?! Was this…<br><br>Margo’s voice rang out from inside the house and interrupted my train of thought. The phone dropped to the towel in front of me as a smile grew on my face, brightening my lust-darkened eyes. My sister had arrived early. I hadn’t seen her in almost a year. Work, family, and travel seemed to always get in the way. Memories, unbidden, floated to the surface of the times we had spent together in high school and college – when rules, relationships and business didn’t matter so much as the fun we could find together.<br><br><em>Fucking my big sister… </em><br><br>“Margo! Out here, darling!” I called out, pushing off of the chaise lounge to sit up. The move no doubt exposed my breasts and flat stomach to the world, but I was in my own backyard and it was just my sister around. So who was there to see. Sitting up, I called out for her again, listening to make sure I could hear those tell-tale heels of her make their way through the house to the back deck where I was. Confident her pace was bringing her closer, I slipped my barefeet into a pair of thong sandals and stood, tugging the bikini bottoms down to fully cup my ass in a reflexive move. <br><br>Topless, I grinned as I watched the honey-hair of my sister appear through the sliding glass doors. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 20:00:59</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, making ways towards the pool</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Andrea</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc30/f/2015/223/4/f/screen_shot_2015_05_06_at_9_05_47_am_by_superhardy2-d9572sl.jpg)</div><br>The sound of my name, distant as it was, reached me from the living room, the lilt of my sister's voice causing a curving sensual smile to appear on my lips as I moved slowly towards the back deck. My shoes, louis vuittons, clack against the floor, they are my trademark, Andi would hear them and remember the first pair I had ever brought home, we had been in college and I had saved up all year, the shoes were totally worth the long hours spent dancing naked on a pole, They were sleek patent leather black with the signature red underside, but what made these special was the heel. The heel was an upside down model of the Eiffel Tower, I had loved those shoes, still kept them in a box in my closet, but after spending almost $2,000 I was hooked. <br><br>Walking out outside again two things hit me right away, the first was the sun, the blinding light had my hand immediately coming up to shield my hazel eyes, the second was the music. "I see your music hasn't changed much since college dear..." My sentence stopped fell away as I swung my eyes towards you, letting them drop to your lusciously bared breasts and torso. "Nor has your preferred attire..." Another pause and quick dart of my tongue across my lips. "Or lack thereof."&nbsp; <br><br>I raise my eyes to yours and tilt my head slightly, feeling the locks of my hair falling across my bared shoulder and tickled the flesh at the valley of my breasts. "Reinforcements at the ready!"I smile gesturing towards the house. "Speaking of which where is Chanel and Reese?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PennySludt</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 01:24:51</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 From Shopping <strong>Tags:</strong> Mommy, Auntie Margo </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br>Tennis had been hard today. Not because of the workout, which was fabulous, but because Mitch was out sick so I was stuck with Paul, who is probably pushing a hundred years old and has no sex appeal whatsoever! So it was only tennis today. Boooring! So I'd called mom and told her I was going to the mall for some shopping before I got home. I needed something to make up for the boring lesson!<br><br>I had intended to buy some new sheets but ended up finding some great deals and had filled up the trunk with the cutest outfits. As I pull into the drive, I notice the new car parked at the front and grin happily. After grabbing my bags, I head inside and drop them in the hall next to the smart, designer travel bag, then eagerly peer around as I slip off my tennis shoes and socks. It doesn't seem like anyone is inside, so I head towards the backyard.<br><br><strong>"Mom? Auntie Margo?"</strong> I call out, my little white tennis skirt bouncing on my perky little ass as I make my way outside. When I see my aunt, I give a little squeal of excitement and bounce over, wrapping her up in a tight hug.<br><br><strong>"Auntie Margo! It's so awesome to see you! I LOVE that dress!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 03:07:28</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> In his room, with a bird's eye view <strong>Tags:</strong> All the kinky bastards and bitches of the world </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> So my plans haven't exactly taken fruit. Or if they had, I was knee deep in rotten ones. <br><br>Ali had been smuggled out of the country for work. Andi discoverd a few too many empty beer cans at the foot of the couch and assumed they were the source of my less than comely behavior last night. And Chanel hadn't even bothered to check up on how I was coping. <br><br>The urge to get on the computer and purvey my disappointment at a failed seduction had been rather strong. A voice in my head advised it would make me appear more human and therefore relatable. An online presence depended on a little bit of patronizing to become hella hella popular. But mine already has a powerful hook - incest - and I didn't mind if my followers were a measly bunch so long as they were profoundly jealous. <br><br>So instead I wrote of my aunt's arrival.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>You bastards. Can't even take a day off without the server crashing. Its almost like you haven't ever heard of a little brother hypnotizing his big sister with his dick?<br><br>So, as punishment, let me tell you all about Miss M. She's a bit of a black sheep; runs an escort service and isn't averse to taking care of the clients personally. I have it on good authority that a man could die looking into her eyes whilst she sucked him off, blonde hair flowing down her bare back. Pity for the world's population problem that by the end of the week, she's going to be off the market.&nbsp; <br><br>Mommy met Miss M in the backyard, with her tits out. It wasn't the first time I'd seen them. It wasn't even the first time I jacked off to them</em>. Possibly <em>the first time I jacked off to them while writing in here. Oh yeah, this is live, baby! <br><br>And don't gimme that look. Who among you would turn away from a pair of supple, pear-shaped, beautiful boobies? Speaking of which, I should be going down to get a closer look. Maybe I might even sneak a picture and upload it.<br><br>Right, that's about all the time I have now. Don't think I forgot anyth- oh, silly me. One last thing about Miss M. She's my aunt.</em><br></span><br>I sat back to admire the profanity. Something was clearly wrong with me, of that there is no doubt, but why did that mean I have to change? Besides, how many boys would've maintained a virtuous presence living with two - now three - immensely sexual older women?<br><br>I look down to find a fairly prominent erection jutting through the front of my jeans and decide not to waste it. Making my way down the stairs swiftly, I arrive at the door separating the house from the pool area. <br><br>"<strong>Jesus, no wonder this place suddenly threw up a racket</strong>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 16:54:56</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>By the pool. <strong>Tags:</strong>All in the family…</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br>Margo’s quip about my choice in music and attire, made my lips quirk up in a half-grin again. My eyes traveled her form as her locks tickled the inner curve of her breasts and she cocked a hip to the side. <br><br>I’d seen those breasts as bare as my own were at the moment. Bouncing, full and ripe. <br><br>They were breasts I had licked, sucked, and even cum on. Cum to, if I was honest. Unbidden and completely welcome, the image of walking in on my older sister and her then-girlfriend tangled together on her teenage bed, flashed through my mind. I hadn’t been able to look away, and when they invited me in, I was powerless to keep my feet from moving forward. Drawn like a moth to the flame. <br><br>It was the same way I was drawn to her now, moving forward and slipping my arm around my beautiful sister, slightly taller than me in her heels, and pressing a kiss to her cheek in greeting. <br><br><strong>“Thank you for coming on such short notice, darling. Chanel and Reese-”</strong><br><br>As if on command, the kids appeared. I let go of Margo as Chanel bounced up, perky and happy as ever, making me grin wide and laugh softly at her comments. The girl was sunshine wrapped up in a tight little package. And reminded me of Margo, so much. <br><br>Especially in her taste in clothes. No doubt, by the end of this visit, Chanel would have half a new wardrobe, courtesy of her aunt. She loved to spoil her so. The thought made me grin wide. Seeing my family happy made my heart swell. <br><br>Having my sister here, and the memories of our antics together was making other parts of me swell as well, I realized. <br><br>Reese was next to appear. Making his quip about the racket and making me smile more as I stepped back a bit farther to include him in on the circle so his aunt could greet him as well. All concern over being topless in front of my family was gone. It was too lovely a moment having those I loved in one place. Especially after my sister and I had spent so long apart. <br><br>Slipping back over to my lounge chair, I picked up my phone before sauntering back towards the little group. The music immediately lowered at the push of the button, something akin to background noise, and the phone made its home tucked between my asscheek and tight bikini bottoms. <br><br><strong>“You know your aunt never makes a racket when she is here, Reese,” </strong>I said, my tone light and playful with my son. Because a few of the parties thrown here between Margo, Ali and myself were things of legend. And only when the kids were safely away. Racket wouldn’t even begin to describe it.<strong> “But she’s here for a few days, while Mummy is away… So maybe we’ll see what trouble we can get into in the mean time?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindrea</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 01:21:47</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> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong>Airport, on the way home.<strong>Tags:</strong>Mommy's coming home! (Name Change, Deal With It)</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hkXBM5i.png)</div><br>It had been several weeks since I was home.&nbsp; This trip to Prague was so utterly dull.&nbsp; Business meeting after business meeting.&nbsp; I had to spent way too much time in offices and board rooms trying to get my investments done and settled.&nbsp; I had to make sure that my children never had a need or want for money in the future.&nbsp; They were my life and I wanted the best for them.&nbsp; I'd spent so much time abroad that there was little time to do anything else, though, there was this blog that I read..<br><br>Something about a brother fucking his sister.&nbsp; Something about it just.. hit so many buttons that left me panting, dripping wet and so eager to get home, but I had to deal with these issues first.&nbsp; Then, I could come home and ravage my wife until we were both screaming out our passions for the world to hear and damn anyone for trying to stop us!<br><br><hr><br>With my phone to my ear, I sighed into the receiver, <strong>"Look.. I know that the investment is risky, but trust me, this will be big.&nbsp; Very big.&nbsp; Just wait until I'm back in the states, okay?&nbsp; Yeah.. yeah.. fine.. just do it."</strong>&nbsp; I clicked the end call button and leaned back in my chair, the plane had just landed at the airport and I glanced out the window, <em>I wonder what Andi and the kids are doing right now...</em> I thought.<br><br>Flicking my phone back to life, I tapped my way over to Andi's number, tapping the text, my fingers were a practiced blur as I typed in my message to my lovely wife.<br><br><em>Hey, hon!&nbsp; I just landed!&nbsp; I should be home in about an hour, might be longer.&nbsp; Hope you and the kids are doing alright.&nbsp; I can't wait to see you.. god, Andi.. I've missed you.. I can't wait to hold you again.&nbsp; Love you, see you very soon. XOXO</em><br><br>A flick of my wrist and the phone snapped off.&nbsp; Sitting on the plane, first class of course, waiting for the other passengers to depart was the most excrutiatingly slow process I have ever been a part of.&nbsp; But, no matter, I was almost home and soon.. I'd have my wonderful, sexy Andi with me again.. how I ached for her.. It would be a miracle if I didn't just rip her clothes off once I stepped into the house and had my way with her.. I wouldn't even care if the kids saw.&nbsp; <em>No.. bad thoughts, Sera.. bad thoughts.&nbsp; You shouldn't be thinking about that.. oh but that blog made it sound so delightful.. so tantalizing.&nbsp; I wonder who they were.</em><br><br><strong>"Finally.."</strong> I exclaim as I get up and head to baggage claim.&nbsp; Mind you, I don't go to the regular baggage claim.&nbsp; I have my standards.&nbsp; I paid the extra bit to have them brought to my car, which should be right outside waiting for me.&nbsp; The walk to the car was pleasant, to say the least, no real worries, just an aching between my thighs as I fantasized about what Andi and I would be doing for the rest of the day and weekend.<br><br>I arrived at the limo, the driver already with the door open and I gingerly stepped inside, taking a seat and lounging in the familiar feel of the seat.&nbsp; Oh.. how much fun we had had here.&nbsp; I remember the first time Andi and I first kissed.&nbsp; It was right here in this limo, over a glass of champagne to celebrate the immense amount of money we had just made on that joint investment.&nbsp; <em>I can't wait to see them all again, it's been too long,</em> I thought as my thighs rubbed together, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as the limo got closer and closer to home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 23:24:41</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, making ways towards the pool</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Andrea, Chanel, Reese</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/bc30/f/2015/223/4/f/screen_shot_2015_05_06_at_9_05_47_am_by_superhardy2-d9572sl.jpg)</div><br>I felt a slow sensual smile form on my lips as your arm slinks about my waist and I lean into your embrace shaking my head. "No it was no trouble at all, besides I needed a vacation." I laugh turning towards the sound of running feet and an excited shriek. Chanel burst through the door and I hardly had time to move away from my sister before I was arm full of luscious young female, her tennis outfit very appealing. "Chanel! Darling..."I pull her to arms length and look her up and down, stopping a little too long on her breasts perhaps. "My my how you have grown! You could be a model.." I smile putting my arm around her waist feeling her curves slightly.&nbsp; The comment about my oh so revealing dress did not noticed and I smile shaking out my hair, the tendrils tickling the valley of my breasts. "I think I need to take you shopping...Would you like that?" I ask squeezing her side, my eyes shift to Andi before back to my niece. <br><br>A few moments passed in excited girl talk, I had asked Chanel about her tennis lesson, learning it had soon become a shopping trip and all was loud laughter and girly explination, although Margo something pass behind Chanel's eyes, tennis seemed way more recreational these days than what she remembered. Shaking her head again through a fit of laughter Margo motioned toward the house her hand still tight on Chanel's waist.<br><br>"Well this is nice all we are missing is..." Reese at that moment spoke and I turned to a very handsome man standing in the door way, he was much taller and more....well....My eyes drifted to the bulge in his pants and a seductive curve opened my mouth. Snaking my tongue out I swiped at my lips and slowly pulled my arm away from Chanel to sway up to my nephew.."Reese it is so nice to see you.."I inch closer and wrap my arms around you sliding the length of my body up yours in greeting, fully aware that you could tell I was naked under the dress. <br><br>"My aren't you getting soooo big." I speak letting my hand 'accidently' brush your erection. The comment about causing a racket only made me laugh and I shook my head. "You haven't heard anything yet." Turning back to my sister I eye the little group and shrug.."Shall we go out for dinner?.."I ask the group.."My treat!" I never realized just how attractive my family was, my sister, of course, was gorgous, but the kids....They certainly had grown and an idea struck me...they would be a hot ticket for some of my clients. <br><br><div align="center">x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-</div><br>It had been a while and Sera was coming home, my business and house were waiting for me, I knew my clients were getting restless, but I wanted to stay a little longer with my family I had promised a shopping day with Chanel, god only knew how we were to get any more clothes in her closet, I had spoiled her enough over the few weeks I had been staying, I had even started her shoe collection off right with a pair of Louis Vuitton's she had picked out. <br><br>As for Reese....well I had some unfinished business with him as well, surely my sister wouldn't mind me staying a little longer. <br><br>I was in the bedroom, Andi wouldn't see me sleeping in the guest room, something about hating sleeping alone ever since childhood when they slept in the same bed, which explain college when she was never in her bed but in Mine wrapped around me in sleepy bliss, but since the wifey was coming home it was time for me to move out. I was bent over the bed, my hand pressing down on the lid of my suitcase while the other fiddled with the zipper. My ass was high in the air, outlined by yet another silk dress this one in an olive green color, it bounced a little as I tried to zip my luggage which grew some from all the shopping trips. <br><br>Dropping my head with a frustrated sigh I gave one last ditch effort and tugged mercilessly on the tiny medal piece, "Oh Come on you son of a bitch!" I ground out through my teeth. I wanted to be moved before Sera got back, her limo was en route I had heard.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 16:08:48</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> Omnipresent, it would seem <strong>Tags:</strong> Stalling auntie </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> Family reunions, aren't they just grand? The laughter, the ribbing, the sexual tension.<br><br>Was there a history between Margo and Andi? A smile seeps through acting as a window into my thoughts. Would it be so much of a stretch that the sisters have been intimate? We'd heard&nbsp; the stories; rousing and rowdy. I'd seen that they weren't averse to throwing a little more sway in their hips, often as a means of torture. Innuendo was a way of life - and it wasn't contained to the sisters either, even mommy and my big sister had dirty mouths. Lust simply parades around at my home. <br><br>The question now is was there new act in town?<br><br>Just as I ponder ways to investigate, auntie comes over to me. '<em>Fuck, she is hot</em>' With that full figure and the gleam in her eyes, I am almost certain any man she speaks to for more than two minutes will fall in love with her. Imagine the fate of the one in her clutches? <br><br>"<strong>You should visit more often</strong>," I murmur for that is the maximum my voice will rise up to. After all, it is only normal that a young man's system's shut down when he is wrapped up in a beautiful woman. "<strong>Oh Fff...ish..</strong> " My eyes are wide, darting from my auntie to my stepmother, who seems to be watching us rather closely. "<strong>I'm calling... uh.. I'm calling it now. I want fish for dinner</strong>"<br><br>For a lad who's just broadcast his proclivity for incest, I'm a bit tongue-tied. And startlingly shy for without my consent my body has stepped away and I was trying to make myself as small as possible. '<em>What the fuck's going on</em>?' I am not inexperienced. Nor am I a stranger to the company of beautiful women. But the difference, a pointed one, here is that I am being the one chased and it is a feeling that, remarkably, requires getting used to. Fortunately, I'm a quick learner. <br><br>"<strong>Good God, what did that suitcase ever do to you, auntie</strong>?" I am leaning against the doorway, hands folded over my chest, knee bent and the heel resting against the frame. Our eyes meet and this time I do not turn away. There's even a moment when my tongue flicks over my lower lip, affected by the choice of your clothing. It vanishes quick enough for I'd rather keep my targets guessing. Some might argue there is nothing sacred once a woman has felt your hard cock against her body, but I say until she feels it inside her, the game will always be afoot. "<strong>Would you like some help</strong>?" I don't wait for the answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 01:55:23</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>Waitin' On Wifey... <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br>In my office, I shut the lid to my lap top as my phone’s ringer went off, the last words of the blog I had just read ringing through my head and making me tighten my thighs. But the phone was dinging with my wife’s tone. Virtual sexiness was about to be replaced with the real thing. I knew the sound by heart and had been anticipating hearing that tone all day. <br><br>Her text message was concise and typical of my Sera. She’d be home in a little bit, just enough time for me to get ready. It had been amazing having my sister in the house, but there was nothing like when Sera was home. My lips parted in a sultry smile as I vacated the office and made my way towards the bathroom. Anticipation had my steps quickening and nipples tightening. Tonight was going to be delightful. <br><br>……<br><br>Dressed in a simple white tank top and short black shorts, sans bra and underwear, I put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup before turning down the master bathroom’s stereo and checking the time on my phone once more. Sera should be here at any moment. I bit my lower lip against a grin. While in the shower, all of the naughty ideas on how to welcome her home had played out in my head. <br><br>It was something that my wife and lover always brought out in me. And I knew she reveled in it. There wasn’t anything Sera would say no to me on. Or that I would deny her. From swapping partners with a few of our friends, to exclusive memberships to high-end sex clubs. One of the things left between was the addition of a male lover. Something that I had been on the hunt for while she had been away on her business trip. But finding one to fit all of our criteria and needs was… proving to be a test. <br><br>I heard the alarm ding on the front driveway gate and grinned. She was finally here. With a fluff to my blonde tresses, I gave one last look in the mirror before hastening through the house. Chanel and Reese were nowhere to be seen as usual and my sister had said something about cleaning up, so I assumed she was still in the bathroom, finishing her own shower. No matter, however. Greeting my wife in private was going to make it an extra steamy affair. <br><br>And when I pulled the door open, cocking my hip to watch her emerge from the limo, the grin on my face got even wider. She was exquisite as always and my eyes trailed over her curves hungrily as she made her way inside. The driver was taking care of the bags, but he could’ve been a robot for all I cared. She was who I wanted to see. And she barely made it to the doorway before my hands were reaching for her hips, arms were drawing her close and my lips were pressing against her own in a deep, soul-connecting kiss. One that communicated how much I had missed her without words. Until I could pull her against my body and into the house. Where nature dictated that I take a breath. <strong>"Missed you so much, baby...."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindrea</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 02:43:08</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> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Front Door<strong>Tags:</strong> Greeting the Wife</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hkXBM5i.png)</div><br>The drive home had been the longest of my life.&nbsp; The scenery of the city faded into the familiar setting of home as the limo pulled up through the main gate, the long driveway.&nbsp; I sat upright in my chair, practically bouncing on my seat, giddy like a school girl on her first day.&nbsp; Still in my business outfit, the front door opened before me before I had even attempted to reach for the handle.&nbsp; And there she was, the love of my life, perfect in every way.&nbsp; All thought left me and I rushed over to her, the prim and proper business woman left at the door.&nbsp; Andi's wife as soon as I saw her.<br><br>It had been too long and just the sight of her had my thighs rubbing together, my nipples ache, my body alight with thought of the things she could do to me.&nbsp; It was true, I would never say no to my Andi.&nbsp; She knew me, knew what I wanted and liked just as I knew her in the same way and when we were together, there was no end to delights that we could inflict upon each other.<br><br>My eyes drank her in, my soft pink lips parting as I was about to say something, but the words never came.&nbsp; Instead, my lips were captured by hers, slender arms curled around Andi's neck as I leaned into that steamy, passionate kiss.&nbsp; This, this is what I had missed.&nbsp; She was my life, my everything, she lit up my world like no other could.&nbsp; That soul heating kiss, communicating all of the unspoken desires I had for my wife, the woman I had given my mind, body, soul, and my heart.&nbsp; In return, she gave me so much and with a soft sigh and whimper as the kiss was broken, soft strands of our passion connecting us, as we passed into the foyer, <strong>"Oh, Andi.. love, I missed you so much,"</strong> my eyes slowly watering as I held her close, loving the way we just meshed together.<br><br><strong>"I have so much to tell you about, but.. that can wait,"</strong> my smile couldn't get any bigger, my hands slowly sliding down the delicious curves of my wife until they rest upon her tight, shapely rear, squeezing firmly, <strong>"God, love.. seeing you and the drive.. I'm so wet right now,"</strong> I admit with a faint blush and grin.&nbsp; I loved the way she felt, she was perfect and mine and I was hers, completely and my lips were upon hers once more, delivering another soul-connecting kiss, urgent and passionate, my body aching for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 15:45:28</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/24c9ce5270fb74fe0572748e9def1c46/tumblr_o5ho4vd03o1rcrc2qo5_400.jpg)</div><br><br>Looking back, the signs had been there, my acute attractiveness to my nephew, the way he slunk away not use to a more dominating presence, my eyes narrowed in amusement as I had pulled back my fingers testing just how big my nephew had grown and finding it more than adequate. In fact, I had found it arousing as hell that I had to move away for fear of taking him in my mouth there in front of everyone, but I had bigger plans. <br><br>When he jumped at going to eat the innuendo was clear, and since I was buying....Fish was what he would get. "Great, I know just the place." My eyes danced with amusement as I circled the group.."I hope fish is alright with the rest of you?" I had asked and looked again at my sisters lovely breasts. "And I fear clothing is not optional here...So darling as lovely as your breasts are...And they are lovely..."I lick my lips giving Reese all the proof of past escapades in that one statement, "You will have to dress." <br><br><div align="center">-----------------</div><br>It seemed like hours that I had been struggling with this case, I had even lifted a knee, the dress falling away to reveal a sexily tanned knee and thigh as the rest of the dress billowed behind me. I was sweating, beads pearled at my hairline and I could feel pesky wetness between my breasts and I had just lifted a hand to swipe at my forehead when a shuffling was head by the door. I smiled thinking it was my sister, but then a male voice entered the room and my body went hot. Not Andi at all....<em>Reese </em><br><br><em><strong>"Good God, what did that suitcase ever do to you, auntie?"</strong></em><br><br>I felt my head turn, flinging the hair back and over my shoulder so our eyes would meet. I was in quite a position my ass in the air and my dress falling away but at that moment I couldn't move, but my smile changed to something more predatory, shifting my eyes back down to the case." Nothing if not giving me grief Resse." I wanted to kick the thing but my movements became more limited when I heard the shift in movement and the slow approach of you.<br><br><strong><em>"Would you like some help?"</em></strong><br><br>I wondered for a moment as I felt the heat of your body behind mine, my eyes shifted to the computer the camera was on and I was sure my assistant would put a client on the minute it got steamy..."I wonder....What type of help are you referring to Reese?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 17:30:07</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> Behind closed doors, or so he thought <strong>Tags:</strong> Testing auntie </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div><br>I had been unprepared the last time, and therefore overwhelmed. Now I see the signs. The smile tinged with sin. The narrowed eyes and honeyed tones. A nice little package of circumstantial evidence. Whether they merited the conclusion 'Auntie wants me' will remain a debate until the end of time. But I remember the chemistry you had with your sister, that flirty little comment about her breasts, the mischief and nostalgia. <br><br>Dinner did little to stoke the fear all boys should suffer when contemplating something back. However, sitting as the only man at a table filled with beautiful women, I was tempted into recklessness. 'God, I wish I could fuck them all' It was twisted. It was hot. And I had long since realised I couldn't help myself from being excited by the forbidden. Now I am beginning to realise that particular weakness runs in the family. <br><br>"<strong>I don't know</strong>." My voice is unnecessarily low for a man wanting to help a woman. On the other hand, it was just right if he wanted to incite her lust. The dim lights and the silence of the night enables the spark between us to grow. As well as you tell it shouldn't, it just does. "<strong>But I like that we're one, big, happy family</strong>." I hold you by your shoulders from behind, the dress flimsy enough that I can feel the heat of your body. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 19:42:30</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> All over her. <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br>Dinner with the family the night before had only wetted my appetite to have Sera back in the house. You could’ve cut the sexual tension around the elegantly set table with a knife. Most of it, I knew, was my own fault. Hidden innuendos, suggestive looks, scantily clad bodies…. It was all a natural part of my personality and it seemed to be something that ran in our family. <br><br>Others may have judged, or demeaned. I only knew acceptance. How could something so wrong feel so good? Or maybe that naughty wrongness was what made it feel inherently pleasurable. <br><br>Either way, once in bed last night I had called my wife and fucked her over the phone, crying out her name when my fingers had brought me to that peak, and then urging her to do the same. It wasn’t as good, or as satisfying as when we were together, but it was enough to take that edge off. <br><br>Which was back now that she was in my arms. The need was incredible to have her. Writhing beneath me, on top of me, everywhere. I drew her farther into the house, past the entryway and towards the stairs that would lead to the upper level. Where our bedroom was. If I had been sure no one else was home, I would’ve made her spread her legs right on the stairway. <br><br>I groaned into our kiss at the thought. And arched my back to press my ass further into her grip, urging her to squeeze harder. Even as we reached the first step and she whispered her need to me. I grinned against Sera’s lips, biting the lower one playfully. <strong>“Wet, hmmm?”</strong> I murmured softly, pushing her up the first few steps ahead of me. The thought that someone, like my sister, or one of the kids, could see, did not escape me. I just found myself not caring. <br><br>Spinning us at the first wide landing, pressing her back against the wall, I ground my hips into hers, sliding my thigh between her knees.<strong> “Lift that beautiful skirt up and show me, wifey…”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindrea</strong> on <strong>16-07-2016, 20:39:54</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> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Second Floor Landing<strong>Tags:</strong> Reuniting With The Wife</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hkXBM5i.png)</div><br>Being alone for two weeks had taken it's toll on me.&nbsp; I ached for my Andi, yearned for her.&nbsp; Those two weeks had been hell in a way that I had never understood until the moment I was greeted at the door on my return.&nbsp; I'd crawled my way from hell, back to the heaven of my wife's arms.&nbsp; My eyes watered, happy tears forming as I pressed against her lovingly, passionately.&nbsp; The urgent directives in my mind telling me that I was home.&nbsp; If any of the others could see me now.. they might see the wanton slut I had become over the years.<br><br>Those phone calls were all that kept me going.&nbsp; The nights of hot, steamy wordplay between us.&nbsp; I came hard every night.&nbsp; Even brought a few toys and on those calls, Andi would tell me exactly how I was supposed to use them.&nbsp; They sated me for the duration, but there was something missing.. my Andi.&nbsp; I knew that until I saw her again, that ache would only grow until I couldn't control it.&nbsp; Now, I let my control go.<br><br>The thought that the children or even my sister-in-law might see only spurred me on.&nbsp; I didn't care, the vixen before me drew all of my attention as I expressed my want for her through my lips.&nbsp; The squeeze of my hands on her wonderful rear, gripping tighter as we danced in a tangle of passion to the stairs.&nbsp; The first few steps, pushed up, I grinned down at my love, licking my full lips slowly, tantalizingly, savoring the flavor of Andi upon them, <strong>"Very wet,"</strong> I admit with a soft, sultry moan.<br><br>Her thigh, so soft, so wonderful, pressing up against me between my thighs betrays my wetness.&nbsp; I was practically gushing, my nectar flowing over Andi's leg.&nbsp; Then I leaned back, my body pressed to the hard wall behind as my hands flit down to my business skirt.&nbsp; The slow, teasing way in which I drew the hem up my shapely legs, I knew it would drive my love wild.&nbsp; Until, standing on the balcony, my back to the wall, I was exposed before her, my crimson, lacey thong soaked, rivulets of my juices dripped down my thighs.&nbsp; Meeting my wife's eyes, she would be able to see the absolute devotion, need, that ache to have her.&nbsp; Right here.&nbsp; Right now.<br><br><strong>"Fuck me, Andi.. fuck your naughty, slutty wife,"</strong> spoken as I leaned forward, letting my words fall on only her ear with a throat moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>17-07-2016, 16:50:51</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/24c9ce5270fb74fe0572748e9def1c46/tumblr_o5ho4vd03o1rcrc2qo5_400.jpg)</div><br>The dinner was a perfect plan...Or so I had thought, it was a chance to sit down and visit with my sister who I hadn't seen since my marriage 5 or so years ago and even more so to see the kids, but right from the start, the picking of the restaurant...Fish of all places...how....quiant. The tension was thick, so thick that anyone could have sensed it, and it only became thicker as conversation skirted sexual topics and tip-toed around anything untoward. I had found myself close to Reese and for an odd moment couldn't help slipping off my shoe and slowly, sensually skirting my foot up and down his calf. The gleam of slight wickedness alight in my eye. <br><br><strong><em>"I don't know."</em></strong><br><br>The words brought me back to this moment where cat was pursued by mouse and I held my breath as the footsteps almost silent on the carpet brought you closer to my bent frame. "You don't?...."My breath hitched at the pressure of your hands the warmth of them coming through the thin silk of my dress and I closed my eyes for a moment snaking my tongue out to lick at my lips. My fingers slip from the zipper and lay flat on top of the suitcase. "I suppose it is rather nice." I say bending my fingers and digging my nails into the fabric of the luggage my knee still lifted leg within view. I turn my head to gaze at you, my honey eyes flash with something not entirely innocent and lick my lips again a slow sensual movement. <br><br>"I seem to be struggling with two problems....My suitcase which won't close for me.....and...."I stop just pausing to gauge your reactions. "Or this pesky problem of being so horny my cunt is weeping..."The red light flashed on my computer the webcam was up and we were now being recorded, if this didn't pan out my assistant would shut it down, but for some reason I knew it would work.<br><br>"So I ask again...What are you going to help me with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>17-07-2016, 18:48:51</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> All over her. <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br>The world around us was starting to fade as my red-headed wife made her confession. Safely ensconced in our own home, why shouldn’t it? And the need, after being apart for so long, was voiced by Sera before I could draw a breath through my kiss-bruised lips. <br><br>So what little care and caution I did have against taking my wife out in the open, where anyone who was currently inhabiting our mansion could see, was swiftly thrown out the window as her wetness was discovered on my thigh. I knew when the frenzy between us got this hot, nothing short of multiple, hard, consuming orgasms would sate either of us. And those orgasms were going to happen regardless of where we were in the house. <br><br>But the bedroom held so much more promise than the stairway. Still… just a taste… just enough… <br><br>Sera’s words, her begging to be fucked rang in my ears and how could I do anything but comply with my wife’s needs and wishes? One of my hands stayed in her hair, holding there, while the other shoved into that sodden thong and pierced her wet, gushing pussy with two of my fingers. Instantly, I was finger fucking her tight little hole hard. Perfectly. Just how I knew she liked to be fucked by my hand.<br><br>When I could, I reached down to shove that thong off of her hips and down her thighs, wanting it out of the way before leaning forward and kissing her parted lips once more, drinking down her sounds of pleasure that only made me wetter. The rhythm of my fingers in her cunt never slowed. Never stopped. I only demanded payment for what she had asked me to do a few moments earlier. My lips moved across her cheek and towards her ear. There, I whispered harshly, between panting breaths. <br><br><strong>“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum on these fingers so you can lick them clean. Anyone could see right now, anyone could hear how much of a slut you are for me. Chanel…. Reese… My sister, Margo… I love it, darling.” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindrea</strong> on <strong>17-07-2016, 19:25:01</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> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Second Floor Landing<strong>Tags:</strong> Reuniting With The Wife</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/rPFLGNF.jpg)</div><br>My mind was a blur of thoughts, pleasures, an aching need burning within me.&nbsp; My wife there, right in front of me, pressed tight against me, her silky thigh pressing against me.&nbsp; Such wonderful sensations, the pleasure coursing through my body was exquisite.<br><br>The bedroom was just down the hallway and if Andi wanted me there, I would not have resisted her.&nbsp; I couldn't resist her.&nbsp; It was such a foreign thought that scared me, how could I resist her?&nbsp; Why would I want to?&nbsp; Andi was perfect, our family was perfect.&nbsp; The thought of disobeying or making my wife terse with me had me crying on the inside.&nbsp; Outside, I was a writhing mass of convulsing flesh, a string pulled tight, drawn and plucked by the fingers teasing me, then plowing into my velvety lips.&nbsp; My sodden thong shoved down about my supple thighs.&nbsp; I kick my legs, the wet cloth falling further down until it hits the floor, leaving me bare before my wife.<br><br>My skirt hiked up about my hips, fingers buried within me, the feel of my wife doing such wonderful things to me, igniting my fire, setting me off.&nbsp; I gasp, my lips parting as I moan, only to be silenced by the succulent lips of my love.&nbsp; With arms curling about her neck, I pulled her in close, my hips bucking, writhing, grinding into her skilled fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew just where to touch, right when to caress, when to really hammer away at me and she was doing all of those things.<br><br>That aching need burned hot and it was so close to being sated.. at least a little.&nbsp; <br><br>Lips claimed, silenced, except for the muffled moans that would not stop as payment was being delivered.&nbsp; I squeezed Andi tighter, my inner walls clenching, spasming and rippling as the thought of being seen out here in the hallway threw me that last little bit over the edge instantly.&nbsp; <br><br>I came hard, squirting, spraying down my loves hand, arm, her lower body with my sweet, hot nectar.&nbsp; God, I'd never cum so hard before and I wanted more, so much more.&nbsp; I couldn't speak, my voice lost through my orgasm as Andi teased me, all I could do was cry out, moan, and groan against her wonderful lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 14:38:27</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> Behind closed doors, or so he thought <strong>Tags:</strong> Testing auntie </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div> "<strong>I believe</strong>..." The words were measured, the syllables lengthened, the meaning hidden and apparent all at once. "... <strong>nature forbids me</strong>..." My voice has an electricity to it, soft in tone and heady with innuendo. "... <strong>from being a good boy</strong>..." But it is here that I prove I am more a bad man, nestling in close, much too close, to your sumptuous curves. "... <strong>and helping you solve both your problems, <em>auntie</em></strong>" That last word is a scythe through the notion of propriety. <br><br>Hands that had seemed content to massage your shoulders now began wandering with careful deliberation. Instinct tells me to squeeze as I reached a spot just above your elbow. A show of force. An invitation for your imagination. It doesn't take much to go from here to full on fucking. My cock is strong and throbbing at your ass, I have the leverage I need to thrust and your pussy, though protected, is clearly ready. <br><br>"<strong>So wrong</strong>," I murmur at your ear whilst my hips grind into your body. "<strong>Mmm, you're thicker than Chanel</strong>." An open-mouthed gasp makes it difficult to mask how much I like that. Women who starve themselves to fit into size zero dresses were good for the spotlight, perhaps. But they cannot make a man go wild. "<strong>Nice, curvy, full-bodied. Oh yes, that's just perfect</strong>." <br><br>The line is still within sight; the one that we must respect to safeguard our morality. It can still be argued that aunt and son were merely locked in a rather passionate but not wholly untoward embrace. Who will buckle first?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>19-07-2016, 00:17:37</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/24c9ce5270fb74fe0572748e9def1c46/tumblr_o5ho4vd03o1rcrc2qo5_400.jpg)</div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I believe..." The words were measured, the syllables lengthened, the meaning hidden and apparent all at once. "... nature forbids me..." My voice has an electricity to it, soft in tone and heady with innuendo. "... from being a good boy..." But it is here that I prove I am more a bad man, nestling in close, much too close, to your sumptuous curves. "... and helping you solve both your problems, auntie" That last word is a scythe through the notion of propriety. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My eyebrow lifts in amusement as I feel you closer your chest at my back and your cock, hardening into my ass and I can feel it throbbing and hot even beneath my dress. "Well...."I say clicking my teeth with my tongue. "Good thing I don't like...."I turned my head slightly my eyes spearing yours the look playful, teasing. "Good Boys." I licked my lips then and pressed my ass seductively against your throbbing erection. <br><br>My skin tingles with each pass of your fingers and I almost wished you would sink them beneath the low decolletage of my dress, I had gone without a bra again and I could feel my nipples harden with arousal straining against the silk fabric. Even I could tell that you were in perfect position, my body prone and posed over the suit-case, you pressed so deliciously against me and the atmosphere thick with sex. My pussy was dripping, so much so that my thong was soaked and juices started their slick slide down my thighs. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So wrong," I murmur at your ear whilst my hips grind into your body. "Mmm, you're thicker than Chanel." An open-mouthed gasp makes it difficult to mask how much I like that. Women who starve themselves to fit into size zero dresses were good for the spotlight, perhaps. But they cannot make a man go wild. "Nice, curvy, full-bodied. Oh yes, that's just perfect." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I laugh..The sound just like my body full-bodied and deep like a cello, and I purr a little the sound small and in my throat, just a rumbling as I feel my hips responding to your grinds. "Only if you want it to be." I whisper shifting my eyes quickly to the computer then back again loving how my body arouses you. "Yes Nephew..."I say rolling my head slightly. "I do keep my curves in place." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>19-07-2016, 16:58:50</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> Peeping Tom. <strong>Tags:</strong>The Wife.</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br>There were times that I took hours to make Sera orgasm. That I held her on the edge until she was weeping for it. I loved seeing that look in my wife’s eyes. Needy. Depraved. Desperate. This was not one of those times, however. And I doubt she could have held herself back with the onslaught of my fingers in her no matter how hard she tried. <br><br>We were pressed together on the stairway, in the sweetest embrace when she broke, our mouths pressed tightly together, and came. Clenching around the two fingers I had shoved into her greedy cunt, her juices flowing over my hand and legs with the force of it. But what would usually be something to take the edge off, only seemed to spur Sera on. And I was surprised when she didn’t practically collapse against the wall and instead started grinding back against my hand again. <br><br>Grinning wickedly, I brought it up and offered it to her mouth to suck clean. In the same motion, I turned our entwined bodies down the hallway and towards the bedroom I had been sharing with my sister for the past few weeks. <br><br>Our shared laughter and continued soft moans echoed off the exquisitely decorated walls as we padded closer. Stumbling some, stopping to kiss and suck at other times. Lost in a parade of pleasure until a sound from the open doorway stopped me. And gave me pause. <br><br>Was that Reese’s voice coming from the bedroom? <br><br><em><strong>“…thicker than Chanel….”</strong></em> Was he with someone in there? <strong><em>“…just perfect…”</em></strong> <br><br>Sera and I were still mostly in the hallway, unable to see inside the open door, but there were only so many people in the house. Well we would just have to kick our naughty son out, wouldn’t we? And how would he know whoever it was, was thicker than Chanel…<br><br>I tugged my wife closer, pulling her back to my front as I put a finger to my lips and grinned conspiratorially, motioning for her to stay quiet. Or as quiet as possible given the state she was in. I still had not fathomed the forbidden sexual tension we were about to walk into. My lust-filled brain hadn’t worked that quickly. We edged around the corner and peeked through the open door. My hands couldn’t help themselves but to keep traveling her succulent form. Unbuttoning here. Unzipping there. Whatever it took to get and keep my wife naked regardless of who we found in there with our son. <br><br>The thought of him and his partner seeing… watching… That forbidden piece clenched things pleasurably low in my body. <br><br>And then I heard my sister’s voice. And my jaw practically dropped, my hands stilling on the succulent body that was against mine. <em><strong>“Yes, nephew… curves in place…”</strong></em> <br><br>My sister was seducing my son. <br><br>And as I pressed a soft, whispered moan against Sera’s neck, I knew my wife and I were about to watch. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindrea</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 17:49:10</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> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Peeking Into the Bedroom<strong>Tags:</strong> Quivering With The Wife</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HE56yxk.jpg)</div><br>Savoring the afterglow of my first orgasm back together with my wife, I could only moan, crying out as I clung to her.&nbsp; She made me feel so good, every chance we had together was filled with teasing.&nbsp; That teasing always led to earth shattering, mind blowing sex.&nbsp; Loud enough to wake the children at times, hot enough to turn on even the most chaste of nuns.&nbsp; How could I not enjoy my wife and all the things she gave me.<br><br>I was wound tight, on the edge of yet another climax and when Andi offered me her fingers, the same fingers I had just covered with my climax, I hungrily took them into my mouth.&nbsp; One at a time, slowly, savoring my flavor as I delighted in her body.&nbsp; The first finger, drawn between my soft lips, licked and sucked clean before moving to the second.&nbsp; When both were clean, I reached up and took her hand, holding her fingers before more.&nbsp; A quick lick at her fingertips and my mouth was around both of them, sucking softly as I bobbed my head along those slender digits.<br><br>The bedroom was going to be delicious, filled with the moans of my wife and me.&nbsp; I wasn't going to stop until we were both too exhausted to move any more, but a sound from the bedroom.. a voice.&nbsp; Looking back at Andi, I grinned.&nbsp; Did our son have a playmate over?&nbsp; Was he using <em>our</em> room?&nbsp; Oh, this would be interesting to see.<br><br><strong><em>"...just perfect.."</em></strong><br><br>My back, pressed up against Andi's front, brought a soft moan to my lips, silenced by the conspiratorial finger against my soft lips.&nbsp; I grinned mischievously, my body was ready for her and the things that we would do to each other, but my curiosity, and my wife's, crept us closer to the door for a quick, secretive peek.&nbsp; Even as articles of clothing were dropped behind as Andi undressed me, goosebumps rose on my skin everywhere she touched, keeping my fire ignited.<br><br>The thought of being caught peeping tightened things lower in my body as I pressed back against Andi, our shared view into the room.&nbsp; My hands reached back, curling around Andi's hips, gripping that delectable rear and giving her such a needy squeeze as I pressed against her, nothing between our skin as my clothes had been discarded and forgotten.<br><br>My hands came back to my front, fingers tangling with Andi's as I blinked.&nbsp; My sister-in-law was in there.. with my son!&nbsp; And something tightened even further within me, pulling a soft moan from my lips as I leaned back against my wife, this was going to be a good show.&nbsp; And it was turning me on so much knowing what was about to occur in our bedroom.&nbsp; I licked my lips slowly, pressing back against my wife, dragging one of her hands down to my dripping pussy, letting her feel just how much all of this was affecting me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>24-07-2016, 00:59:59</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> A slide of heaven, a sprinkle of hell <strong>Tags:</strong> Consuming auntie </em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div><br>A new pair of tits to suckle. A firm mound of ass to worship. And three more greedy holes to fill. Christmas had come early, towing the New Year along with it and it was time for the fireworks. <br><br>I've always been proud of my strength; both physical and mental. Knowing I can last longer in bed ties in with my pleasure and watching my lovers cum endlessly whilst they curse me holding back has escalated into a ritual. I cannot fuck a girl without breaking her. Blame Chanel. <br><br>"<strong>Oh God...</strong>" The gasp fades away. My lust soars boundless. "<strong>You are so fucking bad, auntie</strong>." Memories of your flirting with Andi springs to mind. The unabashed leers that you had shared with your sister mere hours ago feeding my cock as much as your body grinding back on it. "<strong>Have you fucked her</strong>?" I ask, my voice soft and husky. "<strong>This isn't your first time, is it...</strong>" <br><br>A hand fastens around Margo's neck, warm breath and scalding hot queries deposited at her ear. I thrust my hips, that long, thick rod properly smothered between your ass cheeks. I reach for your cunt, inhibition having evolved into insanity. "<strong>You've had sex with my mama, haven't you? I bet that's why she was tanning outside when you were supposed to be coming in. She wanted you to see her. And you loved the view too, didn't you, auntie?</strong>" <br><br>The fact that i need an answer is quite apparent in how hard my cock throbs against you, betraying the thoughts inside my head. i kiss along the nape of your neck, my touch shifting to your breast and persisting on your pussy too. "<strong>Is thinking about teasing your own sister making you wet, auntie? Would you like her to walk in on us right now, to join us so you can get a cock inside you while you shove your tongue inside her?</strong>"<br><br>I play up the fantasy completely unaware how close it was to being reality. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 19:34:05</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:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAVJ-PuFI7s/V1EAPIbhIXI/AAAAAAAADhI/DTy2OTCLwh8Dlxre_nKvzwCr3kxFbKIewCLcB/s1600/Nude%2BNatalie%2BDormer%2BAss%2BAnd%2BPussy%2B_002.jpg)</div><br>I smile, a small secretive smile, knowing that I have arrested you somewhat, my nephew who seemed so sure and confident was now up against a veteran in the ways of breaking a person. I reveled in that but I also relished in the experience of breaking a breaker. His gasping response had an answering laugh from me my ass grinding and circling about the throbbing member nestled there. "I fear you wouldn't like a good girl for too long..."I respond in my smoky tonnage. "Being bad is just more fun." I click my tongue head tilting as your questions enter my head. <br><br>I was startled for a moment, but only a moment, poised between lying with a sultry response or answering truthfully, "Of course I have....Who do you think taught her how to please another." I answer my voice thick with lust. "Nor my second." I answer looking back at you feeling your fingers wrap around my neck.<br><br>I gasp at the thrusting pace of your cock against my ass and feel my body opening to your ministrations as the other hand fingered its way to my dripping pussy. "I have had sex multiple times...With your Mommas...."I pause a smile on my lips. "Plural." His comment about Andi sunbathing had my tongue snaking out and over my lips, her image causing a new tingle to go through my body and harden my nipples. "Did I....."I think about it, letting you sweat my answer for a moment, a teasing technique I enjoy using, licking my lips again I nod my head. "Yes...I loved it very much...The view that is." <br><br>Your kisses send shivers up my spine and I find myself clenching the suitcase that is under me and as you shift behind me, hand now at my breast and the other working my cunt through my dress, my breathing shallows and tiny moans escape through my lips. All the questions could be answered with one word and I shiver as a shaky inhale expands my chest pressing my breast into your hand. "Yes...That scenario is very appealing Nephew....Very appealing indeed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spaldings' Sin [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 21:52:59</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> Making the move. <strong>Tags:</strong>The family.</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.battlestargalacticamuseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/katee-sackhoff-and-tricia-helfer-acting-outlaws-2015-calendar-regular-3.jpg)</div><br>My naked wife’s body pressed back against my front as we entwined in the doorway just outside our opulent bedroom. The bedroom in which my sister and son were seducing each other. My lips moved slowly down Sera’s smooth, exposed neck as I listened. And as she pressed my fingers closer to her hot, dripping cunt. The thought of the illicit affair going on in our house right now was ratcheting things to a whole new height. <br><br>But then when had the forbidden ever not turned either of us on? My sister had been sharing our bed for years – a fact she confirmed to our son just then if her words were heard correctly. And getting additional lovers was never anything that hindered Sera and I. Adding women to our bed was a favorite past-time. We had become quite adept at scooping up new partners while on vacation, during weekend business get-aways, hell, even during our dinner dates. Sometimes using this exact position. Where I would tease and tantalize with the visual of my wife writhing in ecstasy for the lover. <br><br>Hiking up Sera’s skirt when she was wearing one, I would plunge my fingers into her sopping cunt. Letting them have just a peek. Much like I was plunging those fingers with their French-tipped nails into her now. She was soaked. And it made me groan against her shoulder. Just as my sister teased Reese even further. Pressing him harder. Something I knew she was a master at. <br><br>And by the noises being made in the bedroom. The gasps that I could make out. The soft words exchanged between aunt and nephew, the show was very, very close to starting. <br><br>My lips moved back up to Sera’s ear, parted, and took the sensitive lobe into my mouth, biting it softly. Just inside the doorway of our bedroom was a low-laying bookshelf. Something that was no doubt expensive from the sheen on the wood. Modern, held trinkets and candlesticks and the like. It was also somewhere I knew my ass would fit perfectly, without giving away our presence to the other couple in the room. Not unless they turned around to look. <br><br>“Slowly, my love, follow me…” I said softly to Sera, my fingers working her clit once more before slipping out from behind her. “And I think it is your turn to taste me…” <br><br>Leading the naked redhead slowly into the room, I made sure that our footsteps were soft against the plush carpet. Silent as we moved to the sidebar bookshelf. I leaned back against it. My eyes on the expanse of Reese’s shoulders. On the moan I could hear coming from Margo. <br><br>As Sera followed me, I pushed her to her knees in front of me. She would know what I wanted. And I helped her strip the shorts from my body, kicking them to the side. My hands threaded through her hair, tugging her close to my wet, bare pussy. I had to bite back a moan. One that would sound eerily close to my sister’s. I didn’t want to stop what was taking place. As much as I should…<br><br>…the temptation to watch everything play out was simply to inviting to resist.&nbsp; 
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