Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“This might sound weird,” she says, “but coming downstairs without panties and just climbing onto you without getting undressed… I don’t know… it was such a turn on for me.”

“I felt that too,” I whisper into the phone.

“You did?” she asks incredulously. “Hmmm. I thought maybe it was just me. A quick fuck with our clothes on made me feel like such a slut… and I loved it!”

“Really?” I ask, wondering about what this says about my sister.

“Yeah… and then I wondered why that would turn me on so much,” she says softly.

“Maybe we’ll have to explore the more slutty side of you when I see you tomorrow,” I laugh.

“Yeah, maybe,” she says but she isn’t laughing. “Anyway, I’ll see you after school tomorrow!”

“Bye.” Hmm… interesting conversation. I open my door to leave my bedroom just as Rachel opens the bathroom door and peaks out, looking towards the living room. She probably thinks I’m still there watching TV.

I freeze, standing perfectly quiet while she watches the hall to the living room. I expect her to turn towards me any second but instead she dashes across the hall to her bedroom, stark naked. I get a quick glimpse of her bouncing tits and her firm, round ass before she disappears behind the closed door.

Fuck! I could learn to love these living arrangements.

I return to the living room and click on the TV. While waiting for my sexy cousin to join me, I think about what my sister said about feeling slutty. Was that just a momentary reaction or is it something worth exploring? I’m also wondering why the two women I’m obsessed with are my sister and my cousin. What does that say about me?

“What are you watching?” Rachel asks as she plops down beside me. I glance at the television and what appears to be a nature show. I look over at Rachel who is in her thin sleep shirt again, sitting with her legs tucked under her.

“I don’t know,” I answer, “I turned it on but kind of zoned out. I wasn’t really watching it.”

“Anything the matter?” she asks sincerely. “Want to talk about it?”

I almost laugh. What would she say if I told her how attracted I seem to be to sexy family members, including her?Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“No, just a long day at work,” I sigh dramatically as I stretch and crack my back.

“Come on,” she says, getting up and reaching her hand out for me. “I can make that feel better.”

For a second I think she’s inviting me to sleep with her but then I remember that she is a trained massage therapist. I let her lead me to my bedroom.

“Take your clothes off while I get my massage oil,” she says, matter-of-factly.

“Everything?” I ask playfully.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” she answers with a smile. “That’s what we always tell our clients.”

“What do they do?” I ask, honestly curious.

“Most of them strip completely and cover with a sheet then we move the sheet around throughout the massage keeping their private parts covered.” She pauses and raises an eyebrow at me.

I’m considering stripping naked for my cousin when she glances at my bed with the sheets and blankets all tucked in and adds, “You can leave your underwear on, Brandon. You got nothing I want to see,” she laughs.

“Don’t be so sure,” I tease as she walks away. Her sleep shirt barely covers her sexy ass and my cock responds as I flash back to seeing her naked a few minutes ago.

I strip to my underwear and lie down on my stomach just before she returns.

“Briefs… nice,” she says, surprising the hell out of me by patting my ass check. “I pictured you as boxer kind of guy.”

“You’ve been picturing me in my underwear?” I ask as I watch her pour oil on her hands and rub them together.

“Not hardly,” she smirks but her eyes are exploring my near naked body. She sits on the bed beside me and I close my eyes as she starts gently kneading my shoulders.

“You are very tense,” she says softly as she increases the pressure from her thumbs and loosens my tight muscles.

“Being hunched over a keyboard all day will do that to you,” I respond, no longer thinking about her exploring my body with her hands; just enjoying the relaxation that comes from her skillful massage.

“Speaking of computers,” Rachel says as her hands work their way down my spine and I slip farther from conscious thought. “My MacBook is really being sluggish. It keeps freezing and pop ups have taken over my entire screen. Do you think you could spare a little of your computer genius and take a look at it?”

“Of course,” I answer as she puts more oil on her hands and works her way down my thighs. “I’m off tomorrow. I’ll just need your password.” I spread my legs as her hands travels up my inner thigh, close to my brief covered balls.

“Thanks, I’ll write it down for you.” Good idea since in my mellowed out state I won’t remember anything she tells me.

“Mmm. You’re really good at this,” I whisper, as my thighs seem to melt away into the bed sheet.

“I know,” she says with a smile in her voice. As she moves down my calves I start to dose off.

“Come on, sleepy boy,” Rachel says, softly squeezing my butt cheek, “time to turn over.” I must have actually slept while she worked on my feet. I barely open my eyes as I roll over but it’s enough to see Rachel checking out the bulge in the front of my underwear. Hmmm.

“I think I could get used to this,” I tell her as her eyes quickly shift to my face and she blushes from the neck up. I wasn’t even thinking of her like that but her reaction draws an equal response from my horny dick. Now it’s my turn to blush.

“You have a well toned body, Brandon,” Rachel says quietly as her oily hands apply gentle pressure to my biceps. My eyes meet hers and I try to read if there is anything else behind her comment. She smiles and I just take it as a professional observation.

“Do I get to massage you next,” I ask playfully.

“Oh? Are you a licensed masseuse?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.

“No, but you could teach me,” I answer, imagining her lying naked on the bed while I run my oily hands over her bountiful chest.

“Sorry, big guy,” she laughs. “Only lovers and licensed masseuses get to touch this body. And you are neither,” she adds as her warm hands knead my pectoral muscles.

“That’s pretty restrictive,” I smile. “I just want to repay you for this awesome massage.”

“You don’t owe me,” she says, her hands moving down my thighs. “This is very minor compared to you letting me stay here for three months.” Damn! She can move in permanently as far as I’m concerned.