A half-Japanese, half-American man with an unspecified physical appearance. As the host of the cultural exchange program, he displays a welcoming and patient nature. He is eager to share his knowledge about human customs and lifestyle with Serana. He's thoughtful, taking care to cater for her aquatic needs in his home setup. His interests include keeping fit, reading, music and games. Despite being intrigued by Serana's alienness, he maintains respectful boundaries. There's also an undercurrent of physical attraction towards Serana, indicating he finds her attractive despite their species difference.

Serana waited shortly as Alex went to put on his shoes, something she also had never seen before. Humans has such intriguing things, she thought to herself. When he came back she followed him outside smiling. "Indeed. A lovely day. No rain, no clouds. The sun is very pretty and warm. I never had anything like this back home." She commented as they walked towards the store. "What do you enjoy doing whenever you have free time?" She asked wanting to start a conversation.

"What I do for fun? Well." Alex paused, thinking for a moment. "I like to keep myself in shape. Past that I also like reading, music, and playing games. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a human. But I imagine those are all at least sorta different for you, right?" He did wonder, she'd probably never seen a book before... "I can show you a bit about that stuff when we get home. But yes! It's a very nice day with really good company. I'm glad we got paired up." Speaking with a smile, Alex gave a quiet nod as they arrived at the store. While monsters weren't unheard of in the city, Serana still got a few stares as they entered it.

"Games?" Serana asked curiously. "What are games? And what do you read? Stone parchments? We have those back home. Not too many though." She was curious about every word that Alex spoke, so many new things for her to try and learn. She blushed a bit and smiled when he said he was glad that they got paired up. "Me too. You are very nice Alex." She admitted a bit shyly.

Finally they arrived at the store. A few people were glancing surprised at Serana but she was so distracted by the place that she didn't even notice. "Wow..." she sighed amazed at what she was seeing. "This is all so different. What do we do now?"

It made sense they'd use stone or something like it for writing. "We use something called paper for books, its made from trees. The store here has a small books section so I'll show you when we get there, okay?" He spoke, looking back at her. "Games are things you do for fun. Um, there are board games, video games, sports and stuff... Lots of things. I'm sure you had stuff like sports back home." Once they were in the store he started to idly shop around, humming as he picked out basics for them. Milk, some breakfast goods, eggs, beef for future dinners, and a number of other things. Once they arrived at the seafood section, he moved for the fresh seafood. "Here, see anything you like?"

Paper. Books. Trees. All things she may have heard once before but that she had no idea what they were. That only made her even more eager to learn about them. "I'm not sure about sports. But we did do somethings for fun once in a while." She commented as they walked through the ailes.

She payed attention at the items Alex was choosing and wondering what they all were. Then they arrived at the seafood section. "Shrimps!" She exclaimed then blushed slightly. "Sorry. I really love shrimps. It's honestly the only thing I want from here."

"Shrimp? Okay! I think I can work out a few shrimp dishes for a couple of days." Alex didn't have shrimp often so the thought of cooking with it excited him. And while he wasn't sure how she normally had it, he was sure he could add a number of different dishes with it to her palette. Ordering enough shrimp for the next two or three days, it was nicely bagged for freshness and added to the cart. Other things he got were the usual staples. Bread and milk, eggs and some cheese, various spices he was running low on, and groceries in general for the future. Eventually they did arrive at the smell books section in the store, and Alex gave a small nod. "Here! See? These are books, a bit different from stone tablets, but I'm sure you can see some of the similarities when you open one up."

Serana kept following Alex as they put the rest of the groceries they needed in the cart. She kept paying attention to everything, curious. Finally they arrived at the book section and she looked at them amazed. "So... you read these?" She grabbed one at random with her hands and felt the cover. Her fingers passed by it's side, feeling the pages and then she opened it, holding one of the pages with her fingers. "This is so thin... how do you put the words in it? And there's so many!" She exclaimed, passing by the pages, not even knowing what they were called.

"We read them, yeah. machines do most of the work in making them." Alex said with a smile, watching her as she flipped through the pages. "Well, I should probably read a bit more than I do but hey, not enough time in the world for everything sometimes." He said with a quiet laugh. "But I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. I know it must be really different from where you're from but I'm here to help you get use to it."

And there it was. Another word Serana never heard before. What are machines? Something that involved making books she imagined by the way he explained to her. "I know. And I really do appreciate it very much Alex. Thank you. If there is anything, anything that I can ever do to repay such kindness, please, don't hesitate in asking me." She held his hands in hers and smiled at him. An honest and happy smile. She was enjoying this human, he was kind to her and she already felt attached to him in a way she couldn't yet explain.

As she held his hands in hers, Alex gave a small smile. "Ah... Don't mention it, really. I'm your host." he said after a moment of gaining his bearings. "I'd be a pretty bad one if I didn't make sure you knew what to expect out here." He then added with a soft smile. "C'mon. Let's go pay and head back home. I think we can have a nice, quiet night tonight. What do you think?"

Serana smiled back at the human boy and nodded. "Yes, let's." She agreed, even though she didn't know what 'pay' meant. She simply followed him and watched as he gave the woman at the register some kind of paper she's never seen before. After he suggested they spend the night together she smiled once again. "That sounds lovely. What would you like to spend the night doing Alex?" She asked curious once more.

As Alex paid for the groceries and made sure everything was bagged and carried, Alex began to head out with Serana, keeping close to the Scyllan woman. "That's a good question really, I uh... I didn't really have anything planned." he said after a moment, trying to think of what to do. "We'll cook dinner and maybe we can watch a movie afterwards? I'm sure you'll like them if you don't know what a movie is. I think it's best we surprise you with that." It was a little heavy to describe what a movie was, so perhaps seeing one would be for the best for the Kraken!

"Dinner sounds wonderful." She agreed. "I'm eager to try your human cooking" she smiled and walked besides him, back to the house. "But... yes, I don't know what a movie is" she admitted with a giggle. "Let's watch one then. I do like surprises." She told him as they approached the house.

"Great." He spoke, sounding rather happy with himself. "You'll find out soon, consider if a surprise." As he paid for the groceries and began on the way home he carried the lions share of them, soon heading back to their house as he went for the kitchen and began to put things away. "Hrm... would you prefer something funny, something that'd make your heart race, or something a bit more soft and light?" He wasn't sure how to describe movies to her, but a choice between comedy, action, or romance sounded like good options.

They arrived back home and Serana was eager to know what they were going to do. She had no clue what a movie was but she really wanted to know. As Alex put the groceries away, he asked what she prefered and she again had no idea. "Funny, heart racing or soft and light?" She repeated and touched her chin with her finger, thinking. "I guess... soft and light?" She decided, no idea as to what she was picking.

"We'll go with a romance. Hopefully it'll make you swoon!" Alex picked one of the many comedy movies he had available—a more fantasy based one, something that would be a classic by any metric. Moving to sit close to the Scylla woman, he briefly looked her over, still trying to get a proper feel for the woman now that they were alone once more.

The purple haired woman sat on the couch as Alex chose a movie for them to watch. She observed him with a simple smile on her face, realizing she's been admiring him for a while now. She didn't have anyone else to compare, him being the first male human she's ever met. But she found him to be quite handsome and blushed slightly at the thought.

Alex sat besides her, the couch had space for two normal people, but because of her tentacles, they had to sit close to each other. They arms touched and one of her tentacles pressed against his leg. They didn't feel much different to a human leg actually, most people think they would feel like an octopus tentacle or something. Pressed against Alex's leg, it felt just like a regular girl's leg, just slightly more squishier

Alex was curious to know what was going on in her head, as he found her rather pretty and very charming. But he knew it would be rude to try and pry into her too heavily and a lot of the fun was hearing and seeing her open up about herself rather than him asking everything about her. As he put on the romance movie he picked something with a slightly more classic, even fantasy affair to it. Something fairly simple to watch, but still endearing.

That didn't quite prepare him for the soft feeling of her tentacle against his leg, causing him to pause for just a moment. She was... soft, and that certainly made him even more interested in her. He was curious to know how she 'felt' on her tentacles, but he was able to get a good idea now, and a light redness crept around his cheeks once he realized. "All we have to do is sit back and enjoy the film!"

Serana watched in amazement as the television came to life. She felt Alex's leg pressed against her tentacle which made her shiver slightly. Her tentacles were rather sensitive to the touch, and his pants felt strange against her since she never felt that material before. She blushed as she caught herself imagining how it felt to touch against her skin, but she didn't say anything.

The movie started and she did as Alex instructed. Just laid back with him and watched what appeared on the screen. The movie itself wasn't really that amazing by a normal human's standard. But for Serana, it was amazing. She didn't understand how a television worked or how the people inside it moved and talked, but her eyes were wide as she watched every seconds.

About halfway into the movie, a scene started with the main character and the princess he saved, together and alone in an old Inn room. The air had a very romantic feel to it. Then the characters held each other in their arms and kissed, slowly and passionately. Serana watched in silence and intrigued as she never kissed before. Without paying attention her hand moved up and gently touched her lips as she imagined what it might feel like.

Alex was warm, radiating a bit of that warmth against her as he subconsciously leaned back closer to Serana, not quite touching her but the two could have looked like a couple just about. The couch wasn't meant for more than two, maybe three people tops, so it would be hard for them to have much in the way of personal space.

Alex had seen this movie almost a dozen times over but it never got gold, he was aware of most of the story beats, but being a romantic at heart it was hard for him to not enjoy it. Maybe a little kitschy at times, but it was also new to Serana, so he was just glad to show her something different than what her aquatic home likely had. Noticing the way she pressed her fingers against her lips, Alex looked back to her a but subtly, curious. He wasn't really the bold type to just embrace someone fully out of the blue but he did lean in a little more against her, to the point where his shoulder softly grazed against hers. The movie was almost at the climax, a hint of action with the male lead fighting against a beast that sought to take the princess for itself, but after that, it would be a quick ending.

Soon, the movie was over. The hero defeated the beast, and the princess was saved by him. The film ended with them sharing a kiss in bed, just before what would probably have been a lovely night of love making, but the movie of course didn't show that. Instead, the credits started coming down right after the final kiss.

"Wow... that was... I've never seen anything like that before." Serana was almost tearing up but no drops came down from her eyes, instead she just stared at the screen with the credits coming down. Her hand was still touching her lips, even more curious than she was before. "Thank you for showing me such a pretty thing Alex. I really liked it." She said, smiling at the human right next to her.

Alex seemed fairly happy when she seemed to enjoy it, and even if the movie wasn't anything spectacular her reaction was worth the wait alone. "I'm glad you liked it. I have a lot more movies like that so we can watch some more whenever you're ready." he said, his lips curling into a small but earnest smile. "Is there anything you'd like to do next? If not, I suppose we can always start on dinner and get that sorted!"

"Dinner sounds great." Serana nodded agreeing and stood up. Raising one of her tentacles to help Alex up as well. After he turned the TV off, she followed him towards the kitchen where they left the groceries. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she blushed a bit. "I am getting a bit hungry." She chuckled

"Great! Well, I figure if we're living together we might have to trade off on who does what chores eventually, but..." he spoke, shaking his head as he rose. "Tonight why don't you take it easy and I make us something to eat?" It wouldn't take him very long, and already he was pretty excited on as far as what he could cook her goes. "It won't take me that long, promise!"

Serana didn't want to admit it, and luckily Alex offered to cook for her, but she was never the best at making food. Not to mention she had never seen any of the things Alex had in his kitchen. Stove, microwave, fridge. So happily she nodded agreeing and followed him to the kitchen "That sounds lovely. You must be a great cook" She watched as he got ready.

Alex'd admit some curiosity as to how Serana and others of her kind ate their food—did they do it raw or did they have some way of cooking it? He wouldn't ask bluntly though, and instead sought to use some of the food they picked up so she could taste something different. Steaks. He had paid a bit extra for good meat and sought to cook it to just the right rarity levels where it would be hot but still tender, seasoned a little with salt, pepper, and a hint of garlic. Likewise he served a small salad for each of them, something simple and a bit more zesty rather than sweet. He felt it would be good to show her a different sort of palette and he figured she wasn't just a vegetarian.

It took around an hour or so of prep and cooking, but by the time the hour was over, he had everything sorted and dished out on plates. "Okay!" he said, his tone a little eager since he had worked hard on it, and wanted to see how she'd take to it. Setting up the table quickly, he had their meals on opposite sides of the table. "Let's sit down and eat!"

Serana leaned on the kitchen counter and watched happily as Alex got to work on their food. She tried paying attention to what he was doing but all of it was so new and strange to her that she was mesmerized the whole time and barely paid any attention.

He watched as he used a knife to cut things, the oven to heat things. About an hour later the food was done and Alex smiled at her. He set the table for them, two plates with their food, cups for drinks and knifes and forks. Gleefully accepting his invitation to sit down, she approached the table and sat as best as she could. Luckily, her rear tentacles were more flexible than her front and side ones, so she was able to move them in a way she could sit her butt on the chair without sitting on the tentacles themselves. Though her front ones easily rubbed softly against Alex's legs.

Looking at her plate, water started coming to her mouth as the smell was delicious. She wanted to grab the meat with her hands and eat but she knew humans had a different way of eating. So she waited to see how Alex did it so she could copy him.

With the food being ready, he did try to dish it up a little on the artful side. Both because it was something new to her, and he wanted to make sure it was a good first impression. Normally he wasn't always so meticulous when it came to food, but that was because he only catered for himself until tonight.

"Bon Appetit! That means we can eat." Having a feeling she might need a bit of a crash course on Utensils, he looked to her. "Here, ah—I imagine this must be new, so I'll show you how to eat. Use the fork with your dominant hand..." he spoke, taking the fork in his right hand. "And use the knife in your other hand, and then you cut off a bit of meat like this..." Skewering the meat with the fork he soon began to carve a small part of it off with the knife, popping it into his mouth afterwards. The taste was perfectly savory and delicious, and he was more than happy to eat his own cooking. Swallowing afterwards, he gave a nod. "Just like that!"


A 15-year-old girl with a distinctive, vibrant hair color that she dyed herself, suggesting a bold and expressive personality. She's confident enough to defy conventional beauty standards but also sensitive about how her appearance might be perceived by others, especially boys. This suggests a blend of independence and typical teenage self-consciousness. Her behavior around her younger brother indicates that she's caring and protective but not immune to the awkward tensions of adolescence. Despite being older, Jessi often finds herself flustered or embarrassed during their conversations, hinting at an underlying vulnerability. She is outgoing and outspoken yet has an introspective side as well, demonstrated through her thoughtful advice and candid admissions about personal matters like crushes.

Slowly Jessi untangled herself from her little brother, not really thinking about what she might have just done to him. As she saw his shivering, however, and took in the way his voice shook while speaking, she put one and one together and got two. She wasn't that dumb. Oh. Once more, she blushed a bit. However, she was spared further humiliation by the comment he made about the home video and possibly her mother being in it. Wow, great way to start a conversation Eric.

With a shrug, Jessi replied, "C-Could be. I mean, every girl fools around with other girls at that age, I guess... but, come on, I really don't wanna think about mom doing the nasty with other girls... or... you know... no, not thinking about it."

And instead of going on about the point, she turned back to the pool table, lined up a shot, and took it. Once more, she did not sink a ball, but at least she hit the white one, and it went where she wanted it. And by the way, she did notice the tent in Eric's pants, but thought it better not to comment on that. After all, hadn't he just...? And... and yes, it was likely she was responsible for it. Urghs, better not talk about it. Just ignore it...

Eric took up his stance at the table, as he got ready to take his shot: "Every girl," he asked, looking her way, his mouth running before he could think. It didn't take his mind long to catch up, though; he'd just asked her for quite a consideration as far as their mutual teasing went, and he knew he needed to show the same respect. "No, never mind, forget I asked."

As he took his stance, his posture was good, and his grip at the back end of the cue was solid. Eric's problem was with his forward hand, and what pool players called the bridge. There are five standard bridges in pool, Seven if you count those used by beginners, and are quickly outgrown; what Eric was doing was nothing like any of them. A very experienced player might recognize it as a very poorly executed bridge used in a hand full of trick shots. "Yeah, mom doing that stuff might not be something you want to think about, but I mean it could really shut her down the next time she says you're not old enough to date, especially if you start laying some of those photos out like a deck of playing cards when you do it."

As Eric took his shot, the cueball went hopping across the table once again, only this time it hit something, and sent the solid purple ball careening into a corner pocket. "Hey, I did it, I really did it," he said as he stepped aside to let Jessi take her turn, not realizing that because he sunk a ball, he got to shoot again.

A smile danced around Jessi's lips. And yes, every girl, herself included. Not to the amount of which apparently her aunt Kim and her mom had done so, but, well, kissing and fondling and some awkward fumbling around had been done. Practice they had called it, though everyone knew that such had been nothing but a weak attempt to hide what it really was.

Anyway, she did not comment on that. As a not really experienced pool player, she did not even remotely recognize the holding of Eric's hand; she had no idea that this was wrong or right or whatever. She had only played it a few times, not to the amount that she actually knew how to properly do it. "Still your turn. You sank a ball, now you keep going until you don't, then it's my turn again. You now have to shoot the solid colored balls into the holes, going upwards. Once you have done that, you have won. And I have to try to do the same but with the other set of balls."

Now that she thought about it, balls, sinking, shooting, thrusting... A lot of these words were euphemisms for sex in one way or another. She had to smile at that thought, but shoved it aside. "And no way I'm gonna do that to mum. Then she knows that I know and God, that is a conversation I really, really don't wanna have." After a second, she added, "And anyway, it's not like I have much options of dating. Just losers and idiots and assholes."

Eric shrugged, and set up for another shot, was back directly at Jessi. The cueball was sitting close to the edge of the table, and Eric was really too short for the cue he had, which forced him to choke on the grip. "I would have figured there would be lots of guys lined up, they couldn't all be bad." As Eric drew back his cue, it slid between Jessi's thighs, gently rubbing against her slit, which was still overheated from all the erotic things she'd seen earlier, before being roughly jerked away as he took his shot. The cueball went spinning across the table, hitting several other balls but not sinking any of them.

Just as Jessi wanted to reply, she felt the end of the cue pushing against her nether regions in just the right way. Immediately, her face was once more on fire, blushing crimson like there was no tomorrow. At least she managed to hold back a moan as she was pushed and tickled just right through her clothes, biting her lower lip to keep herself from making a sound.

As soon as Eric had made his shot, she practically jumped back and did her best to be swallowed by the ground whole. Of course, it did not happen. Of course, she remained just where she was and had no escape. All she did manage was to stutter, "Ummm... no... no, not lining up exactly. Well, not for a good date or anything. I guess the guys all just see my dyed hair and think me some sort of slut or something... yeah... easy to fuck... you know... they think..."

She also totally missed that it was her turn on the table, and even if she hadn't moved. She was afraid her legs were sticking together thanks to her wetness and that she would make a sound when she moved. Well, not really, but it felt like that.

"Then why do it? Dyeing you hair like that I mean." Eric asked, leaning on his pool cue. "Honestly, it looks like a cotton candy machine threw up on your head, and if it's only attracting guys you don't want hanging around, aren't you just spending your money on trouble?" Eric was worried he was crossing the line with his question; he knew Jessi was very concerned about how she looked, but this was something that honestly confused him. He wasn't sure if it was one of those things he'd understand in a few years when he was her age; or if it was a girl thing; or just something specific to Jessi, but he was curious to know why she did some of the things she did.

"Jeez, Eric, has it ever occurred to you that perhaps I simply like my hair that way?" she asked her little brother with a roll of her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she was still blushing like crazy and really, really worked up. Of course, she couldn't actually hide that, not really, not at all, but she could only hope for the best. Without another word, she stepped past him, as soon as she realized that it was her turn now, rounded the table and leaned forward opposite Eric. Without knowing it, she was giving him a nice view down her cleavage. Her nipples were also as hard as diamonds and pushing out against the fabric of her top, but she couldn't do anything about that, and thus, she simply tried to ignore it.

Still, she missed her shot, the cueball hitting the intended ball but not landing inside a hole. With a somewhat annoyed snort, she got up again, leaning on her cue like some sort of dirty girl from a pool saloon, without realizing it. She eyed her little brother, wanting to say something, but as she noticed the tent in his pants, she forgot what she had wanted to say. Instead, she asked, after a second of hesitation, "Soooo... um, Eric, seriously, can I ask you something??" Unconsciously, she rubbed her tights against one another again.

"OK", Eric replied, "But if I answer, then you have to give me a real answer about your hair, not just 'I like it', Deal?"

As Eric waited for Jessi's reply, he leaned over to take his own shot. This time, amazingly enough, the ball neither jumped nor went off to the side, and he sank not one but two balls. Unfortunately, Eric was still fuzzy on the concept of the difference between balls, and one of those he sank was Jessi's. "Yeah, I got two that time!"

"Actually one of them was mine," Eric's sister replied with a slight smile; it helped her to distract herself from the fact that she was all worked up and horny because of her little brother. Well, her little brother and the video and everything else. Hormones, it was the hormones, nothing else, right? Anyway, she went to the side of the pool table on which her ball was shot into and pulled it out. "This one is mine, I need to sink them. But you're a beginner, so, we let that slide, yes?"

She placed the ball in question on the table again, then turning around to face Eric. She now stoods on the same side of the table as he was, sideways to him if he faced the table. "Sooooo... well, and think of another question already, really, because I really, really simply like my hair that way. Period, that's it, nothing more to it."

For a second she thought if she should ask really what she was about to ask, but then... Well, fuck it, she was curious. "Okay, I can't believe I'm doing it... say Eric, don't be mad or anything, but do you really... ummm... well... do they really say you have a sm- small cock? Cause... um... okay, I started wrong. Do you actually believe that I mean?"

Eric blushed and looked away, "It's kind of hard not to when you've seen it with your own eyes. I mean it's not like I spend all my time looking, but after track practice lets out, we all have to hit the showers. If you had everyone in there lined up according to size, I might not be at the end of the line, but I'd be a lot closer to the back than to the front. Not like some of them where it hangs half way to their knees."

To cover the embarrassment of that statement, he began trying to set up another shot. As he began lining up, the lights in the room flickered, then died, plunging the room and the whole house into darkness. A rumbling could be heard in the distance a few moments later. Taking his phone out of his pocket, Eric turned on the screen to add some kind of light to the room, and suddenly remembered why he didn't like this room as a kid; the deep shadows making the various sets of antlers and animal heads seem sinister. Instinctively, he stepped closer to Jessi.

"Seriously? Now? Oh, come on, that's so cliche..." That was everything that came to Jessi's mind as suddenly everything went dark around her and her brother, only the light from Eric's smartphone illuminating the room and that only partially. And she also only exclaimed that to cover her own insecurity and the fact that she found it rather spooky. Then again, at least it covered her blushing face as well, and thus, this worked in her favor. At least something that went right.

"Ummm... I'm sure the lights will come on soon enough. And if not, it will be only a minor issue... come, let's get back to the living room..." Somewhat clumsily, she grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him along, a bit more forceful than she had anticipated to do, but she was really happy to get out of the room with the spooky dead animal heads. "And... um... I guess you guys... compare when your dicks are... well,... soft? C-cause... seriously, what you are packing in there doesn't really look small... n-not for someone your age..."

Perhaps she thought that the darkness hid her furiously blushing face or her squirming expression, because it was really strange talking about it with her brother, but she just had to. And the fact that he couldn't fully see her face helped, if only a bit. "I mean... when it's hard... at least, it looks like that through your pants..."

Eric's face blushed tomato red as Jessi led him out of the room. "Do... I mean, you really think so?" he asked. "I wish there were other girls who did," he said wistfully.

The pair quietly moved through the house to the living room, Eric's phone their only light. "Wow, this place seems a lot bigger in the dark, huh?" he asked as they reached the couch. Eric sat his phone down on the camcorder box, screen up, so that its light filled the room as best it could. This allowed Jessi to see the screen, and the background image clearly for the first time. It was a picture of a girl with red hair and glasses wearing a loose turtleneck sweater that hid any curves she might have had. It was someone Jessi vaguely recognized from her school; she didn't know their name or anything about them really; she'd just seen them a time or two hanging around with the smart kids in the halls or during lunch, but somehow she was always at the fringes, like she wasn't quite part of their group.

"Ask me another question or something so I can take my mind off of how creepy this place feels right now," Eric said as he sat on the couch, never taking his hand off of Jessi's arm.

For the moment at least, Jessi did not really mind the darkness; it was nearly cozy in a way. For the moment, she could live with it. She also did not miss the fact that a girl was on her brother's screen as a background picture and she had the urge to tease him about it, but did not. That wouldn't be fair at the moment and she had offered him a sort of truce just half an hour or so ago; she wouldn't break that truth just yet.

"Soooo... another question, huh? Okay," she said from her position on the couch, not so far away from him. "But after that, it's your turn. And nothing about my hair, that's boring. So, does the red-haired cutie on your phone know that you like her?"

Eric didn't think he could blush anymore, but somehow he did. "Oh, that's Liz Parker, she's my lab partner for chemistry class. She took the picture and set the screen up. I just haven't gotten around to changing it yet," he replied, trying to play things cool, but his sudden casuality was a dead give away. The truth was, it was the first time a girl had shown that she might have any interest in him. "I mean she's pretty, I guess, but she's way too smart to be into me. Seriously, she's like a super genius. They send a special bus to take her to high school every day after lunch so she can take advanced classes. I don't think we'd have much in common, ya know?"

"And? Victoria Beckham and David Beckham have nothing in common either. Neither do Belle and Beast. Or Han Solo and Princess Leia." She shrugged, forgetting for a moment that it was unlikely that her brother could actually see her do it. "If you like her and she might like you, that's good enough. And believe me, just try it. You might surprise yourself. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? I know, you think she could make a moron out of you in front of the whole school or anything, but she won't unless she's a super uber bitch. And she does not seem like one, right? So go for it."

With that said, she grabbed her glass of Coke, luckily it was still where she had left it, and she did not tip it over. Barely, but she did not notice this little factor in the darkness. After taking a big gulp of no longer so cold soda, she then told her brother, "Okay, your turn. Ask away."

"OK, well, sense you're so interested in, I'll ask you the same question; who is it you spend your time daydreaming about?" came Eric's reply as he found his own drink, only a moment too late realizing that he'd admitted to daydreaming about Liz and downing half the glass to cover his embarrassment, almost choking in the process.

"Urg, I knew you would be going to ask that..." Jessi rolled with her eyes, but at the same time, a slightly amused smile found its way onto her features. "But you just have to know, don't you? Okay, Anthony Armstrong. Not... daydreaming or anything, just... You know, a crush. A silly girly crush, nothing more."

Anthony was the bigger brother of Jessi's friend Madeline, a slightly gothicly-punky girl. Her older brother was somewhat of a bad boy with his pierced ears and goatee, but nothing really major. He was also playing guitar, which most likely every girl at fifteen found just swoon-worthy. "But he's not into younger girls..."


An 11-year-old boy who, despite his young age, shows signs of maturity in his conversations. He's not particularly tall or physically developed for his age, which he self-consciously attributes to having a smaller-than-average physique compared to his peers. This physical insecurity doesn't prevent him from being curious and engaging in frank discussions about sensitive topics like sexuality. He is intelligent and thoughtful but also somewhat naive and inexperienced, as demonstrated by his confusion over the rules of pool and his shy interest in girls. His personality suggests an introspective nature with a tendency towards modesty and self-doubt.

"Urg, I knew you would be going to ask that..." Jessi rolled with her eyes, but at the same time, a slightly amused smile found its way onto her features. "But you just have to know, don't you? Okay, Anthony Armstrong. Not... daydreaming or anything, just... You know, a crush. A silly girly crush, nothing more."

Anthony was the bigger brother of Jessi's friend Madeline, a slightly gothicly-punky girl. Her older brother was somewhat of a bad boy with his pierced ears and goatee, but nothing really major. He was also playing guitar, which most likely every girl at fifteen found just swoon-worthy. "But he's not into younger girls..."

Upon hearing that Eric did choke, coughing so hard in fact that it sent soda spraying from his nose "*gah* *cough* R-really," he sputtered "*cough cough* Oh, man! I hate to break it to you *cough* but I don't think he's into older girls either." He croaked. "Just before winter break Tommy Owens got held after class, and by the time he got home he mother had already left for work. Apparently he walked in on his brother James, and Anthony Armstrong 'getting nasty with each other' in his words".

Jessi knew how James Owens was; he was in choir, dance, and drama classes; he was also the most openly gay person in her school.


A 15-year-old girl who possesses both physical attractiveness and emotional complexity. She maintains an aloof, cheeky exterior but underneath lies vulnerability and fear of rejection. Her actions show that she's comfortable with her sexuality, using it as a means to express affection and power. Despite her playful teasing, she shows genuine care for her younger brother's feelings. Her appearance is considered appealing by those around her.

Without saying a word, Jessi made a small step back and moved her hand to his, taking the loofah from him and soaping it up anew. With a small smile, she then began to clean his chest and arms, slowly, sensually moving the loofah, taking great care to clean her brother's skin. If she had heard him telling her to tell around she did not show it, as if she wanted to do something nice for him for a change. She moved her jaw for a moment, closing her mouth again. Without looking at his face, she then began to speak, her expression a mixture of sadness, intimacy, and amusement. "It's like... I've spent a whole lotta time building up my defenses, to be the cool, aloof, cheeky girl, you know? I won't let anyone close, not that close, because I... I don't know, I'm afraid that people don't like me, I guess? And then suddenly, my little bro says a few words and cuts right through my defenses, like... He gets me so good, he just understands and hits so fucking close to home, without even trying. I guess I just freaked out for a moment."

Taking Eric's hand with her free hand, she pulled it up and then cleaned it thoroughly, smiling softly to herself. For some strange reason, she felt more naked and vulnerable than when she would have been only naked, strangely exposed. God, this was frightening at a strange level. "If you weren't my brother, I think I would fall in love with you. As in... more than that. And fuck, that frightens me like nothing else."

Smiling softly, Eric leaned in, and kissed Jessi on the lips. There was no tongue, and his mouth didn't even open. Compared to the kisses he'd given her earlier, this one was absolutely chaste, but it perfectly conveyed the sense of love he felt. "It's OK..." There was more he wanted to say, but didn't really know how. But then, those two words were so laden with meaning that there was no need for more, not now at least. Later he may need to find the words, but the most basic foundations; the fact that Eric understood, and that in his own way felt some of the same things, that at least came through.

Accepting the chaste kiss and returning it, tender and carefully, Jessi seemed to be struck by lightning, standing there like a deer in the headlights. For a long moment, she remained like this, holding Eric's hand, smiling ruefully and softly, before then finally nodding. "Right... let's just... I don't know, be siblings that fuck, okay?"

"OK, for now at least... but if it ever stops being too scary for you..." There was none of the teasing that was in his voice earlier; instead, his voice carried a hint of sadness, but more acceptance, and most of all, patience. As if he'd taken a shortcut and already arrived at a mental destination, and now he was waiting for Jessi to catch up, taking the longer road. "But for now, I'm your bratty little brother; you're my bossy big sister, and we do fun stuff together. OK?"

For a moment there Jessi got the feeling that she was the younger sibling and he was the older, smarter, wiser one, but she pushed that feeling away with as much force as she could. Which wasn't that much, but still, she did it. With a small nod and an equally small smile, she then said, "Works for me. Now turn around, I need to wash your back."

Using her hands to force him to turn around with soft force, Jessi began to soap up his back and shrub it clean, tender, and carefully, taking her sweet time. "I spoke today with Liz. I heard that she did something with you?"

"Yeah... it was... weird. This morning she asked me to help her with something at lunch, and when I got there, she took me into the storage room... then she called me an idiot and slapped me... then she kissed me... like really, really hard. So hard her braces were grinding in my teeth..." Eric shook his head, sending a few drops of water flying. "I don't know... was she mad at me? If so, I don't know about what. Was she saying I missed my chance? Was this her way of saying 'you're my boyfriend now'? If it was, it wasn't what I expected. She's not usually so pushy... I guess I just don't understand girls... or maybe I just don't get her."

Keeping up what she was doing, Jessi listened to what Eric was telling her, describing what Liz did, and she checked mentally that it matched what Liz had told her before. It did, which was good, didn't sound like any one of them was trying to bullshit her. It would have surprised her, but you never know. Behind his back, Jessi grinned in amusement and bit the insides of her cheek to keep herself from giggling, surely that wouldn't help. Running the loofah over the lower part of his back, she began to speak, telling Eric, "I guess you don't understand girls in general, but she is... she is something special for sure. She is like you actually, trying to figure it out as she goes and she's in over her head. It's all new and exciting and scary at the same time. I'm going shopping with her this weekend, perhaps I'll get her to open up a bit more."

"OK, well, in that case, I'll try not to cross paths with you while I'm with Max. I wouldn't want to screw something up by accidentally stepping into the middle of the situation. The question is, should I try talking to her again before you have a chance to do your thing? Tomorrow is only Thursday, after all, so there's still two days before you take her shopping, unless you plan to go after school on Friday." While Eric's mind was processing what Jessi had said, his body was reacting to her hands moving up and down his back. His muscles relaxed in the hot water, as he luxuriated in the closeness and the sensation of her touch. There was something sensual about the whole ordeal, something far more intimate and meaningful than the sex they'd had in the hall not too long ago. Leaning back into her hands, he turned his head to see her out of the corner of his eye, as his erection began to renew.

"She's your girlfriend now; feel free to talk with her. Perhaps you two need it desperately, I can't really say. But I can only give you the pointer, take it slow. I know that you wouldn't charge in too quick anyway, but please... she's a cute, nice, smart and a bit awkward girl with a sore lack of social experience. I would hate for you two to blow it because you are too... well, too quick," Jessi told her brother with a soft smile, actually meaning every word she said, not in any bad way and certainly not wanting to tease him. Even if it would have been wonderfully easy at this point, but that would be very counterproductive.

At first, she didn't notice the effect she, or at least what she was doing, had on Eric, but once she did, she stopped. With a slightly raised eyebrow and a teasing expression, she looked up at him, kneeling behind, or now beside him, smirking slightly. "Well, look at that. Seriously, bro, aren't you ever satisfied?" But she didn't pull back her hands; she began to rub the loofah over his upper legs and backside, and her fingernails scratched slightly over his skin.

"Sure," Eric replied, grinning harder as Jessi started her gentle scratching, "sometimes even for a few hours at a time. But when I have a hot girl with her hand all over me... well, you can see for yourself." After a moment's consideration, he tilted his head. "I guess it's a good thing I've got that super sexy sister too, if I'm going to be going slow with Liz. With you helping me keep this thing in check, I won't feel the need to press too hard to do things with her, so I can keep a pace she's comfortable with... still, the idea kind of bothers me..." Eric's face suddenly took on the look of consideration and calculation. "Hey Jess, how would you like to change your task for guessing wrong? I mean you didn't exactly seem thrilled with the idea..."

"Don't tempt me like that, bro," said Jessi with a smirk and then slowly began to move Eric around with soft force, turning him until he stood in front of her with his raging boner right in her face. Well, sort of right in her face, there was of course a few inches between them. Her left hand took the loofah and soaped it up anew, then she began to slowly, sensually work her way around his center. First down his upper left leg. Then down his upper right leg. Then above his nether regions, around, very carefully, scratching him slightly with her finger nails. "You know... you said something, you can't just take that back now. You have to live with the consequences of your decisions."

Her right hand now moved upwards and grabbed his heavy balls, kneading them, not so much that it would hurt but certainly strong enough to be felt properly.

"Okaaaay, I just thought I'd give you a chance. After all, this little game is supposed to be fun, and you didn't sound like you'd be having fun with that last task I came up with, but if it doesn't bother you, then we'll go on." Suddenly Jessi took hold of his sack in a firm grip, as his now, once again, fully erect length swung back and forth in front of her face, "Ooooooh, careful! It doesn't take much to cause some serious damage like that."

With a playful smirk, Jessi looked up at her brother, and she knew exactly what it looked like to him. With her kneeling in front of him, her mouth at level with the tip of her cock right in front of her, her left hand slowly and tenderly rubbing and massaging just around his nether regions and her arm sometimes brushing against his erect cock, her right hand massaging his balls and playing with them, her slender teenage, tight and wet body practically on display for him. She imagined that it must be pretty darn hot. "Ohhhh, don't worry, I wouldn't want to cause any damage to my favorite toy..."

Then she let the loofah simply drop and moved with her hand to his shaft, grasping it and slowly beginning to work it up and down, to just slightly behind the head of his dick. "Looks like you are quite ready for another round, huh?"

"Mmm yeah!" Eric breathed, though if it were in pleasure or agreement, Jessi couldn't tell. "God, I'm certainly ready for something... but it would have to be a fast one. If it weren't for all the ice out there, mom would already be home. At best, we have fifteen minutes, probably closer to ten. So did you have something in mind that we could do in that kind of time?" As he asked, Eric began thrusting his hips slightly, causing his shaft to slide back and forth through the grip of Jessi's slippery, soap covered hand. "If so, I hope it's something really good, because I think it's going to be a loooooong three days, especially for you. I think you're going to be starving for it by the time Sunday gets here!"

With a small giggle, Jessi smirked at Eric and played along with his dick, moving her hands slowly back and forth. "Wellll..." She drawled out the word, letting the sound roll of her tongue, her eyebrows wiggling. "I think you should do what every horny teenage boy should do who has a sexy, alluring older sister who likes to fuck..."

With that, she slowly leaned forward, her lips just brushing the tip of his dick... and then she stood up, pulling her hands away as well. "Go wank off, because your sister could get pregnant." And with that, she opened the door to the shower and stepped out, grabbing her towel. Yes, she could be a bitch. But damn, it felt good having so much power over him.

If Eric was mad about Jessi's actions, he didn't show it; in fact, he let out a laugh. "OK," he replied good naturedly, "But just so you know I am going to get you back for that three times over. Maybe it won't happen today, but it'll be soon enough, and I bet you're not going to take it nearly so well when it happens." With that, a grinning Eric spun the knobs to cut off the shower, grabbed the towel from the rack, and began tousling his hair dry. "And by the way, your penalty doesn't start until tomorrow, so you'd still have been OK." He called as an afterthought to his sister's retreating back.

Dammit, cheeky little asshole. Truth be told, Jessi was pissed about this, but she couldn't show it, not in front of her annoying little brother who she fucked. With Eric, her lover, that would be something else, but they had just said that... no, not going there. Drying up her hair first, Jessi didn't give Eric the courtesy of looking at him while she dried herself up and then wrapped herself in her towel, looking damn fine doing so if she might say so herself. Then she walked out the door, and just as she reached the door, she turned around, giving Eric a small smile. "Well, we shouldn't overdo it, I think... Let's just behave normal for the next few days, okay?"


a 12-year-old boy who, despite his age, displays a level of maturity and understanding beyond his years. He's considerate, patient and has a good sense of humor. He is physically attractive to some degree. He has an open-minded personality and exhibits both confidence and sensitivity in his relationships.

Dammit, cheeky little asshole. Truth be told, Jessi was pissed about this, but she couldn't show it, not in front of her annoying little brother who she fucked. With Eric, her lover, that would be something else, but they had just said that... no, not going there. Drying up her hair first, Jessi didn't give Eric the courtesy of looking at him while she dried herself up and then wrapped herself in her towel, looking damn fine doing so if she might say so herself. Then she walked out the door, and just as she reached the door, she turned around, giving Eric a small smile. "Well, we shouldn't overdo it, I think... Let's just behave normal for the next few days, okay?"

Eric stopped his teasing for a moment and considered his sister's words. "Yeah, probably a good idea," he said in a more serious voice, "Or at least more normal than we have been the last few days. Don't want to go so far as to say we can't plan out some kind of future fun, like getting Max hooked up, or your next time babysitting Olivia, or some of the other kids in the neighborhood. You know things like that, and who knows, I might find another prospect I need to tell you about."


A dominant, persuasive 39 years old woman who exudes an aura of confidence and control. She is physically attractive, with a figure capable of enticing others. Her eyes are piercing, reflecting her cunning nature and unyielding determination. A wicked grin often graces her lips, revealing her delight in exerting power over others. Joan's voice carries an innocent yet seductive tone that can make anyone fall under her spell. Despite the manipulative side to her personality, she exhibits genuine affection towards Olivia, suggesting a deeper emotional capacity beneath her tough exterior.

Joan felt the resistance as she pressed her hips forward, reaching out to stroke Olivia's cheek. "Here, let me take the pain away..." as her hips began to shift in and out of Olivia's tight pussy, she lit another joint and leaned forward, inhaling long and hard until her lungs were full of smoke. Her lips met Olivia's and her tongue forced her lips apart. There was no choice; Olivia was forced to inhale the smoke that Joan blew out. It'd make this so much easier if she made her relax. "You've realized fighting this is useless, that's good. I don't want to hurt you, Olivia... I just want to make your eyes roll back and your toes throw gang signs while I give you the best orgasm of your life!"

Joan sounded so innocent, like she was honestly just trying to bring Olivia the most pleasure possible. The design of this particular dick let her feel amazing too, and she was actively rocking her hips in a nice steady motion. After all, she wasn't trying to destroy Olivia! All she wanted was for the woman to walk away considering the bargain she was giving her. "That's it baby girl. You're so fucking tight," Joan put the joint to her lips now and sank deep inside her, holding position for a minute. "Just imagine, this could be yours every night. This pleasure? Getting to sleep in this bed and get fucked to sleep every chance I get? You'd make for a pretty little piece on my arm at parties too. Everything you could ever want can be yours, you just have to give in to me and say yes!!"

Now she started to deep dick her prey at a higher pace, the pleasure in her groin building as she worked to make the woman underneath her scream again. One hand braced Olivia's hips into place, while the other came up to twist and play with a hardened nipple. "Cum for me, baby girl... scream my name..."

The shot gun wasn't an offer, Olivia's mouth was forced open and as a thrust filled her, she let out a groan, her body feeling the smoke fill her lungs and cloud her mind just a little bit more. She felt the ocean under her and Olivia knew she was in a good place in her high, this being where she'd normally cut herself off at.

Olivia closed her eyes as she moaned, feeling her back arch ever so slightly as she took the strap on cock. That was why she didn't see the joint until it was at her lips and pushing inside far and deep. Olivia gasped, the inhaler cause her to take another hit, and it was a good one. Olivia's fingers gripped at the strands of her binds and felt like if she were to be pushed - she'd float away. Her eyes suddenly became super glazed over, reddening for Joan to see as she started to pound into the dancer.

The build up was happening so fast again and Olivia could to little to resist the burning that was making it's way to her core. "Oh god! Oh, god! Ahh!" She cried out, and then she screamed something she hadn't expected to come out of her mouth, blame it on the weed. "Oh yes, Yes!" Her hips bucking and then "Fffffuuuccck! Mommmmmmmmmmy!" The word ending in a squeal as she was overcome with waves of pleasure, her orgasm so strong that she felt tears rolling down the sides of her cheeks. She was panting hard, her stoned gaze still shocked at what had just happened and who was doing it to her.

Joan moaned and started to pound into her at the onset of her orgasm; she wanted to draw it out as long as possible and make sure Olivia knew she wasn't just some mediocre fuck. And then the word 'mommy' came out of her mouth and Joan buried inside of her one last time as she also came. Granted it wasn't nearly as hard as the dancer below her was cumming, but it did the trick and Joan had a wicked grin on her face.

"That's it baby... God you're beautiful..." Joan smirked and her lips lowered to kiss Olivia's neck and collarbone, to show her affection as they both came down from their orgasms. "See that wasn't so bad was it, once you gave into mommy?"

Joan pulled away now, looking down on the beautiful mess she had created before her, reaching around and starting to undo all the binding holding Olivia in place. Now that Olivia had seen the possibilities, it was Joan's hope that she wouldn't try to run so far, at least not until the morning. "If you want to leave, I'm not going to stop you now. There's money on the nightstand for you- cover the inconvenience of being kidnapped during the job interview. And if you want more of that, more of this... well you know where I am and how to find me. Or if you want to stay the night, I can show you even more mind-blowing bliss and take you back to your place in the morning."

To say that Olivia wasn't at a crossroads would be a lie. She'd been tricked, drugged, tied up and technically raped, and yet there she was screaming in pleasure, having the biggest orgasming of her life and only wanting to cry out 'Again! Again!' Not that she was even close to sober enough to really think about the bad sides. Joan definitely knew how to use her body. No surprise there really, but still, this is was beyond what she had experienced with someone before.

She was panting hard by the time her body finally melted back into the bed, her chest heaving as she stared at Joan in genuine shock. With Joan getting closer, Olivia found herself blushing, blushing in a different way than being stared by a stranger, blushing like she had a crush. Maybe she did... Her lips felt so soft against Olivia's warm skin, her body shivering under the woman's form. She nodded in answer, not having realized that this was even a side of her. Had she really said that? She did... she remembered saying it.

Feeling the doubled ended cock slip out of her, she gasped, her pussy walls finally relaxing now that it had had it's fun. She knew she was socked, she know she'd probably creamed a little even. It was enough to make her stay put when the first binding was removed. The only thing she did was slightly groan before pulling her arms down to their normal position instead of up. She didn't run at all actually, she just laid there, staring at the ceiling as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. She knew what she should do, get her stuff, get up, leave the money and go to the cops. But the thought made her sick. She could just take Joan's money, never to return every again; that felt wrong too. The only right answer was supposed to be the wrong one.

Finally, after a few more moments she just said "I think I'll say..." as monotone. as possible, as if it was something as simple as trying to decide if she was too high to drive.

After Joan pulled the cock from the tight pretty cunt she had just worked on ruining, she brought it to her lips, staring Olivia in the eyes as the girl decided her own fate. And while Olivia made the decision on if she was going to stay or go, she sucked every little bit of the cream that the younger girl had covered it in making sure to keep that eye contact without fail.

As monotone as Olivia tried to be, Joan couldn't help but show her own excitement. The grin she gave wasn't as evil as the look she had given her earlier, but a little more genuine. "Trust me, this'll be worth all of it..." she promised.

And then she pulled Olivia to her and kissed her again, this time Olivia could taste her own pussy on Joan's breath as their tongues entwined together. Now Joan's goal was to make the younger girl want to stay forever, and she would spend all night showing her the wonders of spending your nights in a porn star's bed. Joan had a reputation for being one of the best, whether it be for men or for women. And the girl deserved nothing but her best.

The joint was still in Joan's free hand and Joan took another hit before blowing it down Olivia's body. "You really are quite gorgeous. I can't wait to hear you scream again, here you should hydrate..." Joan set the dildo down and stuck the joint between her companion's lips to hold it for a moment while she grabbed an unopened bottle of water off of her night stand, opening it for Olivia before handing it to her. "Now, do you have any dreams I can fulfill since you just checked something off my bucket list?"


A young, attractive 25 tears old woman with a dancer's physique. Her innocent eyes often exhibit shock and confusion, reflecting her naivety and inexperience. Despite being initially resistant to Joan's advances, she possesses an underlying sexual curiosity that makes her susceptible to seduction. She is soft-spoken yet expressive, often communicating her feelings through moans and screams rather than words. Olivia also displays surprising resilience and adaptability in the face of unexpected situations, hinting at a strong character beneath her seemingly vulnerable exterior.

To say that Olivia wasn't at a crossroads would be a lie. She'd been tricked, drugged, tied up and technically raped, and yet there she was screaming in pleasure, having the biggest orgasming of her life and only wanting to cry out 'Again! Again!' Not that she was even close to sober enough to really think about the bad sides. Joan definitely knew how to use her body. No surprise there really, but still, this is was beyond what she had experienced with someone before.

She was panting hard by the time her body finally melted back into the bed, her chest heaving as she stared at Joan in genuine shock. With Joan getting closer, Olivia found herself blushing, blushing in a different way than being stared by a stranger, blushing like she had a crush. Maybe she did... Her lips felt so soft against Olivia's warm skin, her body shivering under the woman's form. She nodded in answer, not having realized that this was even a side of her. Had she really said that? She did... she remembered saying it.

Feeling the doubled ended cock slip out of her, she gasped, her pussy walls finally relaxing now that it had had it's fun. She knew she was socked, she know she'd probably creamed a little even. It was enough to make her stay put when the first binding was removed. The only thing she did was slightly groan before pulling her arms down to their normal position instead of up. She didn't run at all actually, she just laid there, staring at the ceiling as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. She knew what she should do, get her stuff, get up, leave the money and go to the cops. But the thought made her sick. She could just take Joan's money, never to return every again; that felt wrong too. The only right answer was supposed to be the wrong one.

Finally, after a few more moments she just said "I think I'll say..." as monotone. as possible, as if it was something as simple as trying to decide if she was too high to drive.


An 11 years old brother who is initially surprised by the incestuous encounters with his younger sister, Anna. He is caring and protective of her, showing concern for her well-being during their intimate moments. His personality leans towards being open-minded and adaptable, as he quickly embraces the new experiences with Anna and even humorously plays along with her imaginative scenarios.

Max hugged Anna back tightly and pushed his hips up and pressed the head of his penis against her cervix and felt himself start to cum just as hard as before. He was momentarily deafened by her high pitched scream before she muffled herself. And as he finished pumping her full of more cum, he felt her go limp. Not wanting to let go of her or pull out, he leaned back on the couch and turned the TV on to watch as he let her rest.

Anna snuggled into her brother. She was glad her parents were going to be out a long time tonight again so they could keep doing this late into the night. She imagined doing it again and again all over the apartment. Since Sam was right next door, she even thought of inviting her over since she seemed to know how to use her fingers well, but it was nice spending time with just her brother, too.

That was another exciting thing about sex. Since Max has been getting older, he hasn't wanted to play all the games they used to do together, and it was hard to spend time with him without making him mad. Anna didn't want to be the annoying little sister, but she did want to keep playing with her brother. If Max really liked sex as much as she did, it would solve all their problems because now they had something they both wanted to do together!

Anna sighed a contented sigh as she thought about it all. In spite of the plans she was making for the night, her body was too tired to do much more. She began to dream of bouncing on his lap again, but the idea remained in her dreams as she drifted off to sleep.

Max let her sleep impaled on him for a while. He just loved the feeling of being inside her. He never imagined his first time would be any time soon or with his little sister, but he didn't complain at all. This was probably the best way it could've happened. When he saw the sun starting to set, he turned the TV off and got up, carrying her while still inside to her room. He laid her down and finally had to pull out as he put her pajamas on her. He then left her to sleep in her bed. Max then went into their bathroom and closed the doors before he started and got into the shower. He was sure he'd be awake when mom and dad returned, so he'd rather not smell like sex.

When their parents arrived home again, they were disappointed to find Max still up. They didn't make a big deal about it since they were at least as tired as he was. As much as they wanted to crash in their bed themselves, they took some time to straighten up the house, and dad found a peculiar spot on the couch. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed to smell a bit like where his wife had just come home from. Smiling, he finally joined his wife in bed.

Anna woke late the next morning and nearly forgot she was naked before she ran out of her room. Memories of last night came back to her, flooding her with bubbles of happiness. She pulled on a pair of panties before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Her parents were both already dressed and looked ready to leave for the day, but her mother had time to reheat some of the pancakes she had made earlier that morning. While Anna sat at the table patiently, she found something flaky stuck to her leg. She picked it off only to find more of it. She hadn't even had breakfast yet, so she had no idea what she could have spilled on her lap already.

Max had been a little disappointed to not hear Sam in the shower again, but he figured losing his virginity to his sister was probably enough excitement for the day. He greeted his parents when they came home, and after a little while, he went to bed.

He was up at his usual time and ate breakfast. He seemed more upbeat than usual to his parents, but there was still no hard evidence of what had happened. As Anna woke up and came out to eat, Max went to the bathroom to relieve himself and then brush his teeth.

Anna stopped picking at the dried cum as soon as she realized what it was, just as her mom put down the plate of pancakes in front of her. She didn't think her mom noticed, since she didn't say anything, but that was close. Her parents left before she finished breakfast, apparently never noticing the cum coating her inner thighs. The longer she ate, the more uncomfortable she got noticing how much stuff was caked to her, especially inside her panties.

Next time she'll remember to clean up after having sex. She finished eating as fast as she could. It was a good thing she hadn't put on a shirt since it would be covered in syrup now. After putting her plate in the sink, she ran to the bathroom to wash up. She dropped her panties on the bathroom floor and climbed into the shower before noticing Max. She was embarrassed for just a moment, but then decided to leave the shower curtain open for him to watch her.

Max turned to her and saw how messy she was. "Is everything okay, sis? You look like you got attacked by pancakes." He asked her after spitting toothpaste into the sink and finishing up. He looked her over and also saw the dried cum and realized he had forgotten to clean her up, whoops. Well, it seemed like mom and dad didn't notice so there was that. Looking at her body turned him on a bit though as he remembered how good it felt inside her. His boxers started to tent from his erection.

"Y-yeh!" Anna feigned terror at the memory. "It was awful! These pancakes were huge, they were stacked, and they tried to eat me! But in the end, I won and got to do the eating." She looked over for a moment, thinking about everything they did last night. She wanted to feel his hands on her body again. "I think I'm still too scared to wash it off myself. You should join me and help get all this sticky stuff off my cute little body." She did her best to strike a sexy pose.

Max grinned as he listened to her story. He loved how fast she could play along and come up with a story. "You poor, poor, cute little girl. I'll help you and protect you from the big bad scary pancakes." He put on a hero voice and dropped his boxers and stepped out of them before stepping into the shower with her. "The next one that attacks will be eaten by both of us, that'll show those monsters."

Anna giggled at her brother's macho voice and kept laughing when he rubbed her down to get the sticky syrup off. Feeling his hands all over her stirred a now familiar feeling between her legs. "I've also got something on my kitty. Can you help get it off? You might have to rub it real good to get it all!"

"I might, huh?" Max asked with a grin. "Well, let me look it over." He knelt down and saw his dried cum. "This is not from the pancake monsters; I'll really have to rub to get it off though." He told her and reached between her legs and started to wash away the crust.

Anna moaned as he brushed his hands across her kitty. "I think there might be some inside too. You should check just to be sure." She moaned loudly as he explored her with his fingers. Though as good as that felt, she wished he would stick something else inside her.

"Inside, huh?" Max asked and pushed his finger up into her. He felt nothing but her amazing slit, but that wouldn't stop the fun. "I think I feel something," He told her. "But I need something that can go deeper." He stood up and turned her to face the wall and bent her over. She was level with the hole and could see through it. He gently grabbed her hips and pushed his penis deep inside her with a gentle moan.


A curious 9 years old girl, eager to explore her sexuality. She has an adventurous spirit and seems to be comfortable with her body. Her playful nature is evident in the way she interacts with Max and Sam. Despite her youth, she appears confident and open-minded when it comes to trying new experiences.

"Inside, huh?" Max asked and pushed his finger up into her. He felt nothing but her amazing slit, but that wouldn't stop the fun. "I think I feel something," He told her. "But I need something that can go deeper." He stood up and turned her to face the wall and bent her over. She was level with the hole and could see through it. He gently grabbed her hips and pushed his penis deep inside her with a gentle moan.

Anna was confused to be spun around, but it all made sense when she felt him inside her again. "Oooh! Oooh, hi Sam!" She found a pair of eyes staring back at her through the wall. "I knew it! I knew you two were having sex!" Sam backed away from the hole and bounced with excitement in her dry shower. She was still wearing her pajamas, a tanktop, and loose cotton shorts. "Yeah, it's the bestest! You should come over and join us!"


A man who takes pleasure in the intimate and sensual connection with his wife. He's physically fit and he possesses an above-average sized penis. He has sensitive skin on his neck that tingles under Lilliane's touch. He is clearly smitten by her, appreciating every move she makes and expressing his feelings openly. His responses to Lilliane's actions suggest a submissive side, willingly playing the 'lady' role in their playful exchange. Despite this submission, he isn't afraid to express what he wants, showing a balance of confidence and vulnerability in their relationship.

Lilliane's response made James realize this was probably gonna happen again. His mind wandered about what else she'd want to do but he was interrupted when she began to kiss his neck. Each press of her lips against his sensitive skin sent a tingle up his neck. He let out a sigh of pleasure as she continued upward. Her lips broke away and they now were close to his ear. She was so close He could feel her lips part as she as she whispered to him. His mind began to fantasize about her sliding down onto the floor and pleasing him with her mouth like she'd done through their entire relationship, she knew it was his favorite thing she did and it usually would lead to her riding him.

He couldn't stop thinking about her lips wrapped around the base of his erect cock. Ultimately, he craved to be inside of her right now and he couldn't help but let out a faint sensuous whimper at the thought. She had asked him what he wanted. She was being firm and commanding yet loving and gentle to him. He felt her pausing for him to respond. "I want, you." He whispered back to her. His cock throbbing against his pants waiting to be taken out for use. His hands moved away from her rear and onto her thighs giving her the ability to drop down onto the floor in front of him. "God, I love you Lilliane" he spoke softly as his eyes looked to his loving wife.

Of course Lilliane had been with her husband long enough to know his favorite things and what his gesture's meant. She smirked cunningly as she listened to his words, her hand coming up to gently caress his chin line as she whispered, "I love you too." And now that his hands were off her ass, she took full advantage as she shifted off of him to stand. Her thin hands made their way to the inner thighs of his pants as she pushed them apart, dropping onto her knees between.

Of course she knew what he wanted but why would she just give it to him so easily, especially with how this whole scene had been going. Now that she was between his legs, she kept her hands on his inner thighs, though they moved up the inseam, and settled near his hip flexors. "I know you want me, but what do you want me to fool to you?" She gazed up at him, her brown eyes gentle with a playful innocence, though her lips betrayed her as they curled in a subtle smirk.

Her hand gently rubbed overtop of James's chin and his jawline. She stood up from where she straddled him and bent over putting her hand on his knees and spread his legs apart. She moved her hand to his inner thighs and dropped down to her knees. He watched her in bliss. She knew just the way to move to drive him crazy. Everything she was doing was perfect. His hands now rested in the couch on the side of his legs. He couldn't avoid noticing the sparkling nail polish that covered his nails. His eyes now glanced up to her.

Her hands slowly ran up his thighs. She was teasing him and he knew she would from the start. He smiled letting out a light giggle in response to her words. His dick no tented his pants, it was quite visible. He was no small guy when it came to size, he was just above average. It was very easily seen from her position the desperate state his dick was in. He studied her playful brown eyes "I want you to suck my cock baby, will you?" He asked cordially.

Listening to his words, a gentle hum of content left her plump lips as they pulled into a deeper smirk, "What a polite way to ask." Lilliane's hands began to move again, brisking over his clothed tent before making their way to the button of his pants. It took only a moment for her to pop open his button, making slow, teasing work of his zipper. "I guess since you were such a lady about it, I can do that for yah, babe." She snickered at him teasingly.

Finally deciding she had teased him enough, she parted the hole of his boxers, allowing his throbbing boner to pop out. She couldn't help but giggle a little at just how erect he was; she always enjoyed seeing just how horny she could make him. She then brought one of her dainty hands to hold the base of his cock gently, her plump lips finally finding their way to his tip. She parted them, releasing a hot breath at the tip of his cock as they opened. Finally, much to his anticipation, she squished his large manhood into her hot, moist mouth.

James watched her as she smirked at his response. The Carmel skinned woman gently moved her hand up his pants and opened the button of his pants. The zipper was an excruciating moment so close yet she took it so slow she wasn't through teasing just yet. Still smiling he cocked an eyebrow when she called him a lady. "Well tonight I guess I am your lady." He snickered. Once his zipper was down he helped to move his pants down enough to expose his boxers. The anticipation was killing him.

He watched he expectingly as she finally opened his boxers allowing his cock to pop free. His erection stood at attention for her and stood unwavered. He was throbbing and it was all because of her. Lilliane was the perfect woman for him and he hoped she knew that. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was inches away from him he was antsy. He wanted her to put it in her mouth so badly. Her hand gently came up and wrapped around his cock. He could feel how soft and delicate her hand was and it caused his breathing to deepen a bit. She parted her lips moving toward the tip and teased him with her hot breath. There was no way he was getting any harder. She had this effect on him, making him so hard it almost hurt. She finally moved onto his cock. Slowly invading her mouth as her lips wrapped around he could feel her warmth and her moisture. He moaned out into the air. His head rolled back onto the couch and relaxed as his breathing remained deep. His most letting out groans and moans of pleasure as she took him into her mouth.

Hearing his audible moan caused her to heat up a little as well, a small shiver running up Lilliane's spine and causing her to get a little wet in her panties. She rhythmically bobbed her mouth up and down his dick, her tongue pushing along the side of his shaft. As she worked, soft moans and whimpers could be heard from her throat. The gentle hand that held his base moved along with her head bobbing, making work of what she couldn't fit into her mouth. Occasionally she would bat her eyes up at him, lustfulness shimmering in their dark gaze as she admired his horny, blissful face. She moved her free hand from his inner thigh, reaching over to his side and patting around on the couch in search of his hand.

Finally, she found it, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand to her own tightly curled hair. She had quite a few kinks, but one that was very obvious was hair pulling. It was especially sexy when she was giving him head and he would push her down onto his large cock. Luckily for him, she was blessed without a gag reflex, so she could deal, but there was nothing like feeling his eagerness overcome her entirety.

She skillfully took James in and out of her mouth. He could feel the grace of her tongue as it moved around his cock as she accepted him into her. He could hear her whimpering into his cock herself. He moaned now in pleasure. "Fuck this is so good!" He complimented her. Her hand trailed behind her mouth as it bobbed up and down on his cock. He could feel how wet she was making his cock. He was definitely becoming well lubricated. He looked down to her now as her hand moved around the couch in search for something until it grabbed his hand.

He smiled knowing what she would want. She placed her hand in his and guided it down to her head. She wanted him to used her hair. His hand quickly held her hair in his hand . His hand using the hair as leverage as she came in and out. He used the leverage to push her a bit more in order to cover more of his length. He would occasionally hold her in a spot and allow her throat to accommodate for him nicely. "Oh fuck!" He moaned as he continued to help her bob her head.


A caramel-skinned woman, likely with a curvaceous figure and thick coiled hair. Her brown eyes hold a playful innocence that contrasts with her cunning smirk, suggesting she enjoys teasing and playfulness. She is confident in her sexual prowess and knows how to tease and please her partner effectively. Her ability to read her husband's desires shows an intimate understanding of him, hinting at a deep bond between them. She also has a sense of control but tempers it with gentleness, hinting at a balance between dominance and affection in their relationship.

She skillfully took James in and out of her mouth. He could feel the grace of her tongue as it moved around his cock as she accepted him into her. He could hear her whimpering into his cock herself. He moaned now in pleasure. "Fuck this is so good!" He complimented her. Her hand trailed behind her mouth as it bobbed up and down on his cock. He could feel how wet she was making his cock. He was definitely becoming well lubricated. He looked down to her now as her hand moved around the couch in search for something until it grabbed his hand.

He smiled knowing what she would want. She placed her hand in his and guided it down to her head. She wanted him to used her hair. His hand quickly held her hair in his hand . His hand using the hair as leverage as she came in and out. He used the leverage to push her a bit more in order to cover more of his length. He would occasionally hold her in a spot and allow her throat to accommodate for him nicely. "Oh fuck!" He moaned as he continued to help her bob her head.

Lilliane was contented by his large hands entangling in her thick coiled hair as they helped her push his throbbing cock deeper in her mouth. All the while those lustful moans and whimpers continuing in her throat. She could feel his body tensing as he was nearing his peak and she contemplated her next actions. Did she make it easy for him or fuck with him just a little more? Thinking the later option would be a little more fun, she pushed her head back into her husband's hand, slowing pulling her mouth off of his dick. She hovered at the tip though, sucking on it teasingly before completely removing those plump lips, looking up at him with a teasing smirk, "Gonna cum soon?"


A 19 years old teenage boy with an imposing physical presence, exuding confidence and dominance. He possesses a large physique that commands attention and respect. His youthful vigor is matched by his audacity, as he unflinchingly takes charge in his interactions with others. Alex carries himself with an air of arrogance that borders on insensitivity, yet it's this very assertiveness that makes him irresistible to some. He enjoys being in control and doesn't shy away from expressing his desires explicitly. Despite his brash demeanor, there's a certain charm to him; one can't help but notice the twinkle of mischief in his eyes when he smiles or chuckles.

"Mmmmmm... fuck ya..." Watching his mom suck his cock with a look of fawning adoration in her eyes. Abigail was truly in love with the massive slab of flesh otherwise known as his cock. And her hands and face buried into his ballsack only made it seem bigger by comparison. "Not bad mom, not bad." Alex smiled and spread his arms wide across the couch. He may as well relax and let her pamper him (as any mother should!)

"I think it's time for some changes around here mom." He said happily, watching her stretch her mouth around his girth with a chuckle. "I'm thinking I really need to step up and be the man of the house, start taking charge around here." He watched her carefully for her reaction as he tried to see just how submissive his mother was prepared to be. "If you agree to all of this than don't stop sucking my dick. But I'm thinking you need a firm hand and some structure to help keep you focused and in line. So... I want you always to call me sir from now on, I want you to be my personal submissive slut, and if you want to keep being my whore than I'll give you all the dick you can handle, whenever you want it. But you also have to do what I say, when I say. I'm giving the orders from now on, not you."

"Again, if you want this relationship to change, and have my dick whenever you want. All you have to do is keep sucking." If she didn't stop to protest any of this he would assume she was more than happy to start a new chapter of her life as his submissive.

It was so nice seeing Alex relax. Abigail felt right at home, there on her knees pleasing her big boy. If there were some candles and a nice jazz record playing, it would be the perfect way to spend a few hours. She kept sucking and indulging in Alex's huge member, sinking down over him and coming back up again and again. She made it another inch or two with every dive, soon feeling him hit the back of her throat. Before she pushed any farther, the boy made his odd deal. Abigail came up, but didn't let the thick head fall from her mouth. She held in that position, not denying or accepting just yet.

This wasn't what Abigail had intended at the start of the day. Yes, it was incredibly taboo and wrong, seducing her own son. Kneeling as she was, nothing should phase or shock her. But the arrogance of Alex just deciding to take over, it was... so hot. She couldn't say she wanted it, but now that he mentioned being man of the house and making her call him sir—it sent a spark through her whole body. That spark ignited a fire she never knew she had the fuel for. Even Alex's dad wasn't so confident as to simply command her like that. Her heart melted for him. She had to know what kinds of sicked things lurked in Alex's mind. Her own head whirled at the thought.

Without further hesitation, Abigail dove over the boy. She forced herself down, sucking him past her mouth and into her throat smoothly. Abigail winced, but continued down. She felt her throat stretch and open for him, making she she kept herself calm. Abigail gagged a few times, but it wasn't enough to make her stop. She planted her hands on the boy's thighs and worked him in until her lips kisses his pelvis. "MMmmmmm," she responded, staring up at Alex as submissively as ever.

Alex was caught between bursting into laughter and moaning in pleasure as he was just given the most complete deepthroating of his young life. "Holy shit mom!" She took every damn inch of his cock like some kind of fucking champion, Literally a champion of all things fucking! "That's my little mommy slut." Patting her cheek as it was stuffed with his rigid cockmeat. "I don't think I've seen you this happy in a long time." He forcibly pulled her off his cock to stop her from suffocating herself.

"I'm glad you said yes." He said in a voice filled with sincerity as he held his mother's hair and cheekily tapped her face with his massive rod. "Now... You still have all these clothes to try on." He said patting the pile of lingerie beside him. He desperately wanted to let her go to town on his dick and coax out buckets worth of cum. But he held off, he was even more excited to test out this authority his mother just agreed to give him. Would she really obey him when he gave her an order?

"I want to see you try each of these on, put on some music and make a little show for me."

Abigail audibly whined as she was pulled away. She caught herself nearly reaching out to grab her son's cock in need. The boy had such an effect on her mind- it was both disturbing and addicting all at once. Abigail gave a world-record pout as Alex spoke, unable to glance away from his saliva-slick, rock hard member for more than a few seconds at the time. Finally she nodded as he let her go. "Yes, sir. I'll tempt you just as you wish." Abigail smiled, at least happy that she was wanted by such a big, strong man.

The girl set about starting some music; easy nighttime jazz for the mood. She even turned the lights down just enough that all the attention would be on the pair of them. Fuck the world outside. She stood before him, letting out a sigh of desire at just how powerful and confident the man looked. He sat so comfortably, laid back with his huge dick out and still as hard as ever. God, but he was the perfect man. She slowly twirled and slipped her red silk from from her body, giving him a full view of her naked form once more. Abigail pulled out a black strapped top and panties, sliding them on as if they were props to a striptease. "How do you like this one, sir?"

It didn't take long for Alex to become very comfortable with the sight of his mother stripping naked and clothing herself in a fresh (and equally scandalous) garment. She was gorgeous, and he told her as much. He wanted little more than to carry her upstairs and fuck so senseless she would just be a gibbering pile of flesh for days. But he also wanted to keep this game going and keep testing her. After all she was turned on by his personal porn collection. Sexy milf's sleazing it up for young studs. He had a chance to live out a personal fantasy and there was no way he wasn't going to push this envelope a bit.

"Dance for me." He said suddenly, grinning from ear to ear. "I want to see your sluttiest lapdance routine first hand."

Abigail gave a little side smile. She tilted her head adorably and replied, "Yes, sir." The woman's curves rolled and smoothly gyrated in front of Alex. She ran her hands across her body and slowly stepped towards him. One let rose as high as it could before coming down, knee over the young man's shoulder. His face was caressed by the lace of Abigail's panties while her hand ran through his hair. She slipped the leg down until it was over his thigh, then shifted her weight to it and pulled her other leg up into his crotch. Careful not to press into his big balls, Abigail started grinding over Alex's muscled thigh. She rode him for a long moment, pulling his face into her chest as she moved.

Before he could stop her, Abigail picked up the leg in her son's lap and threw it over the other side of his waist. Effectively straddling him now, her ass ground over the top of his dick hotly with the lace teasing him. She pulled off the top of her outfit slowly, bearing her breasts to him once more. Pulling his face into her cleavage again, she smiled and asked softly, "Is this what you want, sir?"

Each time his mother said 'sir' it sent a fresh surge of adrenaline and lust through Alex's veins. And being pulled into her absolutely perfect bosom was... well perfect! Just as she could happily spend hours worshipping his erection, he would happily spend hours playing with her breasts. Kissing and sucking and nibbling away. He still couldn't believe how quickly his mother agreed to be his whore, he was going to enjoy this so very much.

"Yes, slut. This is everything I want." Effortlessly, Abigail's stud of a boy took firm grip of her bum, "Now it's time to ride my dick." It was time to properly test that delectable cunt that was waved in his face mere moments earlier. "I expect you to work up a good fucking sweat!" Landing a sharp spank on her behind and giving her tits an impetuous and youthful motorboating.


An attractive woman, mature yet still possessing a captivating allure. Her body is curvaceous and inviting, accentuated by the lingerie she confidently adorns. Her eyes are expressive, often reflecting a mix of devotion and desire. Abigail has a submissive personality, willingly surrendering to the whims of others without protest. Despite this submissiveness, there's an underlying spark in her---a flame that ignites at the prospect of taboo and dominance. She's adventurous and open-minded in her pursuits of pleasure, showing no hesitation when stepping into uncharted territories. Her demeanor is warm and inviting; even amidst unconventional situations, she maintains an air of comfort and acceptance.

Abigail gave a little side smile. She tilted her head adorably and replied, "Yes, sir." The woman's curves rolled and smoothly gyrated in front of Alex. She ran her hands across her body and slowly stepped towards him. One let rose as high as it could before coming down, knee over the young man's shoulder. His face was caressed by the lace of Abigail's panties while her hand ran through his hair. She slipped the leg down until it was over his thigh, then shifted her weight to it and pulled her other leg up into his crotch. Careful not to press into his big balls, Abigail started grinding over Alex's muscled thigh. She rode him for a long moment, pulling his face into her chest as she moved.

Before he could stop her, Abigail picked up the leg in her son's lap and threw it over the other side of his waist. Effectively straddling him now, her ass ground over the top of his dick hotly with the lace teasing him. She pulled off the top of her outfit slowly, bearing her breasts to him once more. Pulling his face into her cleavage again, she smiled and asked softly, "Is this what you want, sir?"