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over the waterfall

    • 6 Months Ago - - -

      "Mr. Adams... Mr. Adams?"

      "Yeah, sorry."

      "Mr. Adams, we just need your signature right here."

      Done. Signed. Sealed. Divorced.

      Well, there went 24 years. My wife and I waited until the kids finished college, at least. Very amicable. We just split right down the middle. Of course she also got the guy from Newport Beach with Ferraris and a massive house. I got a little apartment in San Jose. Whatever.

      • 5 Months Ago - - -

        "Mr. Adams."

        "Yes?" Oh God. It was what's-her-face from Internal Audit. Ming Nguyen. She raked me over the coals last audit. The next audit is months away, what's she doing here? She's not my favorite person. Actually, she's nobody's favorite person.

        She closed my office door. Great. It's so bad we can't let anyone else hear.

        "Mr. Adams," her ugly mouth said again. She's not a pretty woman. "I understand you are divorced."

        Uh... what the hell? "Right, about a month or so."

        "And you don't have a new girlfriend yet."

        How the hell does she know? And... why would she ask me that? "Uh... no... been kinda busy." Hey, I'm never too busy to get laid, just am in a bit of a rut.

        "You need to have sex."

        "Well now, wait a second! What the hell are you talking..."

        "Mr. Adams, I don't have a husband, or a boyfriend. I don't want one." Well, that's great to know, I guess. She continued on, "What I do need, Mr. Adams, is sex, from you, with the utmost discretion."

        Right... You know how some Asian women are just cute as a button? Or even if they aren't that cute their little bodies just look like they need sex? Yeah, well, Ming isn't one of those. She's short, kinda wide but not fat, just wide, no visible tits, ass is... well it rates about a 4 and that's her best feature.

        "You need sex, from me."

        "Yes. I am very good in bed. We won't kiss. We won't cuddle. You will just fuck me and do whatever else you want. You won't call me the next day. We won't have a relationship. We will just fuck."

        "...uh..." Well, I am in a bit of a dry spell...

        "No repercussions if you say no. No repercussions if we do this and you want to stop. But you can fuck me any way you like and I will eat all your cum."

        "I don't know..." But she's pretty ugly...

        "You will put on whatever porn. I don't care. You will just fuck me for at least 10 minutes."

        I looked out the window. I don't even know what to think, really. This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.

        "I need an answer, Mr. Adams. 60 seconds."

        I rubbed my chin.

        "Anything I want?"

        "I already said that."

        "No strings?"

        "None. 30 seconds."


        "What the hell. My place. Thursday. 10 pm."

        "You will have a glass of good, chilled chardonnay ready for me."

    • -

      I thought about that for the next two days. So fucking weird. And she's so ugly. So come Thursday, I started drinking beers sometime after nine. I thought maybe I could drink her pretty.

      Right at the stroke of ten, there's a knock on my door. I open it, and immediately thought, I shoulda had more beers. She isn't pretty yet.

      Ming charges into my apartment. No greeting, no nothing. She's wearing an overcoat and flat shoes.

      "I don't see my wine."

      "I wasn't sure if you were really coming or not." No response. No small talk. No smile.

      I pour a glass of cold Kendall-Jackson.

      "I didn't know you were so cheap."

      "This is $12 a bottle! It's good stuff!" It was my normal wine. I normally drink beer or vodka, but this was good too.

      "That's a chintzy pour." Christ, what a bitch! I poured more.

      She lifted the glass and swigged all 8 ounces of the white wine. Jesus, I've never seen anyone do that before.

      Then she took off her overcoat and, to my surprise and somewhat to my disdain... she had nothing on under it. Not a stitch. She did have some rather ugly birthmarks on her right side, and her anti-tits had these knobby nipples. I call them anti-tits because they were everything a tit isn't. Like, there's no flesh. None.

      At least her pussy was shaved.

      She dropped her overcoat on the kitchen floor at my knees. Then she knelt down, and unzipped my jeans. Rather expertly, she found her way through my underwear and pulled out my extremely flaccid cock.

      She put the whole thing in her mouth. Now, I'm kind of a "grower, not a show-er". Meaning, my cock is pretty small when it's not erect. But when the blood flows, it gets to 7 inches and is nice and thick. But at this point, it was about 3 inches, maybe...

      She pulled back and said "Your cock tastes terrible." And she sucked it back into her mouth and worked it with her tongue.

      Stunned, I was like what the fuck, bitch? But... ya know... a warm mouth on your cock can do things. And things started happening, a little bit.

      "It's about time. Put on some porn and get it harder."

      Jesus, but yeah, let's get this fucker warmed up because I want to jam it down her throat.

      I turned and walked to my bedroom and switched on the big flatscreen. It's hooked up to my laptop. I went to one of my favorite free video sights, and searched for 'cum on big tits compilation'. I picked the first one and set it to play.

      It's one I've seen before, but always gets me going. It's basically short scenes edited together, guys are either tit-fucking or just jerking themselves and shooting cum onto large breasted girls. Nothing wrong with that, right? Plus, these were mostly American girls with nice bodies and pretty or at least tolerable faces, unlike my little Asian gem I've got.

      I stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. Ming the Merciless (she has pictures of him in her office, really) sucked my cock with much more vigor. My beers kicked in, I relaxed watching chicks getting cumshots on their nice tits, and my little friend down there grew into my big friend.

      When it got fully hard, I stood up. Ming started to get up too, but I grabbed her by her ugly head and put her mouth back on my cock. Then I started to face-fuck the bitch.

      To her credit, Ming took it full force. My balls slapped her ugly chin and she took all of it. Tickling her throat, I pinched her nose. Finally, she had to withdraw for air. She took two deep breaths and dove back on my cock. Well holy shit. She' a fucking trooper!

      "Get on the bed, all fours, facing the TV."

      "Fuck you, dumbass." But she got right in that position, quickly, I might add.

      With no courtesy, I got behind her, grabbed my slimy cock and shoved it up her cunt. Full length up her Chinese twat. Or Vietnamese twat. Who cares. Ming let out this weird grunt, then starting grunting in rhythm as she rocked back and forth with my hard strokes.

      You know, all women make different noises when they make love. But there's a certain similarity to them also. There's moaners, screamers, the "oh yes" girls, the "fuck fuck fuck" girls, you know what I'm saying. But I discovered a new type of girl that night. Pig girl. She fucking grunted like a pig. I don't mean 'oink oink', but she grunted and snorted and I didn't know what else to call it. Jesus Christ.

      I grabbed her by her ugly thighs and pulled for more penetration. Her fucking cunt is tight enough for Jesus, though, and sopping wet. I almost want to eat her out. Then I look in the wall mirror and see her face, and I quickly dismiss the idea. Shuddering, I quickly looked back at the big screen just in time to see Gianna Michaels take a cum shot to her tit with her mouth right there. The guy shot across her nipple into her mouth. She swallowed that down, then sucked the cum off her nipple. Jesus, why didn't SHE come to my office a couple days ago? Instead I got this ugly fucker.

      "You fuck like an old man," pronounced Ming the Mercilessly Ugly.

      Jesus, you know, all she's done since she got here is insult me. I reached around to grab her tits and then remembered she didn't have any. I pulled on her knobby nipples, though, hard. That got a different grunt out of her. But... I didn't know if it was a pleasure grunt, a pain grunt, or an I might take a shit grunt.

      "You have tits like an old man," I replied. She rocked back and forth harder into my thighs, plunging my raging cock deeper into her vagina.

      I started to sweat pretty good at this point. Maybe I need to work out more. Maybe I need to fuck more. I slapped her ass a few times. Got some hard grunts for that. I slapped her knobby nips some more and got even louder grunts. Girl cream ran down her legs onto my sheets.

      I pulled out of her and told her to suck it. She did with lightning speed. I let her lick and suck me clean of all her pig-cunt juices, then face-fucked her again. I don't know how she held up, my cock was just a blur going in and out of her mouth. I pulled her by her hair and fucked her mouth harder.

      Her tongue formed a cool groove for me, and I felt my orgasm approach. It came on quickly and I didn't give her any warning. Just BOOM! and my cock exploded into her mouth, down her throat. I held her head close so none of it would spill and I emptied it all down her throat.

      I fell back onto the bed, covered in sweat.

      "Your cum tastes like shit. And you owe me two more minutes of fucking. I said ten minutes."

      Now, there have been times where I've cum several times in one session. But that was with my wife when we were seriously hot and heavy. My wife was beautiful with a great body. We would fuck for hours. In the old days, of course.

      I looked at Ming the Pig Grunter. "That's all I've got. Finish your self if you want to."

      She lay back on the bed and proceeded to finger fuck herself furiously, all the while saying "fucking asshole... dickhead... American pig..." just insulting everything about me. After about a minute, she arched up, and Squirted straight up into the air! Jesus I had only seen that in movies. She shot three or four squirts straight up, which fell back onto her puss, chest, even her face. Some sprinkles came my way. Smelled kind of like pee.

      "I could squirt on you." Wow. That was the nicest thing I think she ever said to me.

      "Do that, and I'll kick you in the face. You already messed up my whole fucking bed."

      She got up and went to the door. She stopped and turned.

      "Next Thursday, you fuck me for 12 minutes."

      And so it went.

      • 4 Months Ago - - -

        "Steve? You ok?"

        It was my dad on the phone. He just told me Mom had pancreatic cancer. That shit is inoperable. Incurable.

        "Yeah, Dad. Just, processing"

        Mom and Dad had been together since they were 16. I don't know if they ever spent a night apart. Their love was something you don't see every day, especially these days. Hey, they weren't perfect or anything, Mom could be quite the bitch sometimes. But she also always did her best by us kids.

        Dad and I talked and decided we should have a big party for Mom. Not a 'going away' but a "Mom Appreciation Party."

        I called my sister, Jesse, and we began making arrangements for the big shindig. We would get everyone we could together for a weekend at their Pompano Beach home for a weekend.

      • 3.5 Months ago - - -

        "Hey, Ming. Wake the fuck up." I called her about 11 o'clock on a Tuesday night. We were still doing the Thursday thing every week.

        "This better be good, asshole."

        "I just fucked Marcia from Payroll. She just left. She soaked my sheets, you should come over and smell them."

        Click. I guess that means yes. Or no. But probably yes. We have a weird non-relationship. I don't feel good about it at all. But my cock gets sucked and I don't have to do anything. After 22 years of marriage, it's nice to not have to work at something. But it would also be nice to have some companionship, which Ming and I absolutely don't have.

        Five minutes later, Ming pounds on my door. I let her in, and she flies past me, dumping her overcoat. She dove on the bed and buried her face in the wet spot and breathed in as much as she could. then she sucked the wet parts of the sheets onto her mouth. She frigged her cunt while she rolled in it.

        I handed her a big glass of wine. Two-Buck Chuck, from Trader Joe's. Only now it's 2.95. It's probably the shittiest wine in the country. Only the best for my Ming.

        She swigged the whole thing down.

        "Cheap Asshole. this really sucks."

        "You suck it, bitch." And she did.

        And so it went.

      • 3 Months Ago - - -

        I met my sister Jesse in the Vegas airport. She came over from San Diego, me from San Jose. From there, we connected on the red-eye to Miami and drove up to Pompano to stay with our folks. They have a cute 3 bedroom, 2 bath place right by the beach.

        I won't go into all the day's details, but there was lots of crying, hugging, talking, laughing, reminiscing, watching of old family movies.That kind of thing.

        Being they are in a different time-zone and they are old, they still managed to stay up to 10 pm, which was 7 pm our time. I said my good nights and retreated to my little guest room.

        I was skimming the web on my tablet, looking for restaurants and stuff in the area. We had the big Saturday party all planned, but I didn't want Mom lifting a finger for us the other times. they kept the house pretty warm, 78, I was in bed but just in shorts and the sheets pulled down.

        A knock on the door, "Can I come in?" asked Jesse. She entered without waiting, the doors didn't lock.

        She closed the door, looked at me, and her chin quivered. She had been crying, I could see. Her light brown hair was tousled, her makeup all wiped off, and her face was blotchy.

        She still looked good. She always did.

        I opened my arms and she jumped on the bed and curled up next to me. I put my arms around her and hugged her as she quietly cried. I shhh'ed her and there-there'd her. After awhile, we talked quietly. Although Jess was two years older than me, I was the stronger one. She was very emotional, I was a bit more on the practical side. That doesn't mean I don't feel anything, I just don't show the whole world every emotion that I'm having.

        "Steven, I'm just not handling this well at all."

        "I know, I know, it's alright."

        "But I was talking to Dad... he was saying he can't live without her. He sounded like, like he was thinking of doing something."

        "I know, I got that feeling too." Dad said the same to me. I think he was going to do some kind of Kevorkian thing. Can't blame him at all. Why should he watch his wife suffer needlessly?

        "We'll be... all alone..." Jess was two years divorced. She dated often, but the available pool of men who wanted a 46-year old woman wasn't so deep.

        "No Jess, you've got me. You'll always have me. And since you're older than me, you'll die first so you won't be alone!"

        She chuckled at my lame attempt at humor and punched me in the arm. Then she snuggled on me closer.

        "Will I, Steve? Will I always have you?"

        "Absolutely, I promise you that."

        We talked a little more. Soon she drifted off to sleep, her head on my chest as I breathed in her scent. She was still in her street clothes but I didn't want to wake her up to change.

        After about an hour, I disengaged myself so I could turn the light off.

        "Don't leave me," she mumbled, half asleep.

        "I'm back."

        She turned her back towards me and scooted up on me. I snuggled into the classic spoon position with my sister. I wasn't sure where to put my arm, so I laid it on her side, going down her leg. She took my arm and held it close to her chest.

        Well, I thought. This is different. She's got my arm resting upon her boob and my crotch on her bum. I tried very very hard not to get a hard-on. I kissed her on her neck and wished her a good night.

        "Hey sleepyhead," said Jess as she shook me awake. "Mom's up. we gotta get going."

        Jess was on the bed, facing me, leaning on her elbow.

        "Yeah... ok..." I mumbled. It's 4 am, our time.

        "Are you happy to see me, or what?"

        "Uh, what? Oh shit!" I was laying flat on my back. My cock was in full morning-wood mode. It was stretching the fabric of my boxer-briefs to their maximum. Jesse was just staring at it.

        "I'm glad to see you got a nice package, I always wondered"

        She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then patted my cock lightly three times and left the room.

        The next night was more of the same. Only this night, Jess had changed into her night clothes. Spaghetti string little T-shirt, and long pants of very thin material. Her breasts swayed as she came to me in the bed. Fuck, I know they were C-cups back in the day. They look bigger now. She snuggled up to me, head on my chest, warm breast on my side, her legs touching mine.

        We talked and she cried some more. I comforted her and tried to think about death and other non-sexy things. It sort of worked.

        "Do you have anyone back home?" she asked.

        "Ha... I have an ugly Vietnamese woman I fuck once a week. But she's uglier than shit."

        "Really? Well, don't you go out or anything?"

        "No. We just fuck. There's no relationship; we don't talk, we just... fuck. Pretty wildly."

        "Oh. I see. And, are you happy?"

        I pondered for a moment.

        "No. Not at all. I mean, it's like being in a porno with her. She does crazy shit and stuff, which is interesting, but I feel like I'm falling down a spiral with her."

        "It doesn't sound healthy."

        "No, it isn't. But it's easy. And I'm just, taking a break, I guess. I've met some women, but truthfully, they are all desperate or crazy. They want me to be their kid's daddy or one date and they think we're getting married. I don't want to be married again..."

        "Yeah, the men aren't much better. What are we going to do?"

        "I don't know... but we've got the big party tomorrow. We better get some sleep."

        We both drifted off in each other's arms.

        "There it is again!" Jess said, waking me up. "Christ you could set your watch by this thing!"

        "Stop looking at my junk, you slut!"

        She flicked my rager with her finger and left to go get ready for the day.

        Finally, after a couple more days, it was time to go home. It was a fantastic visit. Old wounds were healed, apologies given and accepted, it was great to have this time with my parents to say everything that had to be said while they were still here.

        Jess and I spent each night together, but as brother and sister. With a little flirting. Just like always. We promised to see each other more often.

        We didn't

      • 2 Months ago - - -

        "Jess," I said into my cell phone. "I hate her."

        "Ming? The pig lady?"



        Heavy sigh...

        "She makes me... do things that disgust me. I am... de-basing myself and I am so not proud of that."

        "What happened?"

        "She made me... I'm sorry, I can't do this..."

        "No, go ahead, Steven, tell me. It's ok, trust me."

        "She wanted me to spank her until she cried from it. So I did. then I stopped. Then, she insulted me so much, she was goading me to spank her more! Jesse, her ass was so red and swollen, and she still wanted me to hit her harder! And... I did... And I liked it, somewhere in there... I was disgusted and I liked it, too. I'm a fucking mess."

        "Steven. It's okay baby. What you need is some human contact, not that fucking Chinese ditch-pig. Stop seeing her."

        "I... I can't. She said no repercussions. But I know there will be. I'll probably get fired. She's hinted at something in the upcoming audit."

        Jess promised to come up and see me, but she couldn't get away.

      • 1 Week Ago - - -


        "You aren't supposed to call me here at work, dipshit!"

        "My parents died. I'm going to Florida for awhile. Maybe a couple weeks to get things straightened out."

        "They probably just wanted to get away from you."

        What a fucking cunt.

        "Well, just thought you should know."

        "Fuck you." Click.

        I met Jesse at the Vegas airport again so we could fly together to Florida. After a tearful reunion, we went to our gate, only to find the flight was canceled. Equipment problems, they said. No other flights by anyone to Florida tonight. We could get to New York and maybe fly down in the morning.

        "Jess, I'm bushed. Let's just catch a plane tomorrow and take a rest tonight."

        "I'm with you. I hate these red-eyes, anyway."

        The airline offered up a $100 voucher and a taxi ride. We went to Caesar's. I've always liked it there. Top-notch.

        "How are you, sweetie?"

        "Steven, I'm kind of ok. I guess because, Mom's not suffering and they are together. It's the way it should be."

        "I know! I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I'm sad, but also... it's over and they are in a better place, together." We gripped hands in the taxi. "I can't believe dad just drove the both of them into that bridge abutment, though. He sure had some guts."

        We checked into Caesar's. Two-room suite. Giant glass-enclosed tub that would fit four people comfortably. King bed out front, another king bed in the back. We unpacked our bags and chatted.

        "So, you're Mr. Vegas, apparently."

        "Whatever do you mean?" I gave her a sly grin.

        "Well, did you actually know the check-in gal? How'd you get this upgraded room?"

        "I've seen her a few times, yes."

        "I didn't know you were such a gambler!"

        "Uh... I don't really gamble much. I get too pissed when I lose."

        "Then what do you do here?"

        "Golf. With my buddies."


        "Right. Golf."

        "You and your buddies come here, and just golf. Bullshit."

        "We do! We golf!"

        "And at night?"

        "No, there's no night-putting here..."

        "Spill it chief, you're lying about something."

        "Well... we have been known to go to some uh... bars at night."

        "Bars. Right. Are there women at these bars?"

        "O-o-o-o-h yeah!"

        "So... you go to strip clubs, then."

        "No. We go to Gentlemen's clubs."

        Jess whirled on me.

        "Take me."


        "You heard me. Take me! Women go to those places, don't they?"

        "Well, yeah, some... my wife never would... bitch."

        "So take me. I've always wanted to see what it's like inside on of those places."

        "You realize, they get topless, right? Naked boobies in there."

        "I've seen boobs before, genius. No big deal. We're going."

        "Ok, we're going to eat first, though."

        At dinner with a few drinks, we reminisced about some of our goofy memories.

        "Remember when you poked my tit?"

        "Like it was yesterday!" We both laughed.

        Growing up, we had this community pool, and we two were the last ones there that day. We would shower off with shampoo and stuff so we'd be ready to go out at night. This particular day, it was getting chilly and we were both trying to shower off under the one shower head. Being Jess was the older sister, she got most of the water. So I was standing there as she had her head leaning back into the shower stream, her back arched nicely. I stood there and stared at her luscious tits. I had not yet felt a tit, i didn't know if they were hard, or squishy, or what.

        Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her bikini top. My cock was nearly hard. I was overcome with tension and fear. So I poked her tit to see what it was like. She screamed, of course. And yelled at me and called me a pervert.

        "You were so mad at me!"

        "Not really, I just didn't know what else to do..."

        "Really? I thought you were going to kill me."

        "Nah, actually it was kind of funny. So that was your first tit-touch, right?"

        "Yeah, it was."

        "Glad it was me."

        "Remember our apartment? You practically had a revolving door for the guys back then..."

        "Yeah, well, blonde hair and nice boobs do get the guys going."

        "I used to hear you with them, laughing, giggling, moaning..."

        "I know! I couldn't shut up!"

        "I whacked off sometimes, while you and whoever were doing it."

        "Really! Jesus, that's hot! Dirty boy!"

        "Hey, who needed phone sex with you around!"

        The bill came. We headed towards the Peppermint Lounge (name changed).

        "So... how does this work?"

        "Well, you can get lap dances on the floor, or you can get time in the back rooms. The back rooms are better, much more private."

        "So... is there touching...?"

        "Yeah, here there is. They tell you 'you don't have to sit on your hands', which is nice. We'll talk to the guy. They have like, maitre'd guys who can assist in the choosing."

        "Don't they line up for you?"

        "No, that's a brothel. I always ask for naturally busty girls, don't care about hair or nationality. Is that ok for you?"

        "Hmmm. Naturally busty. Ok. I've felt another girls boobs, once. Back in high school. That was it."

        We pay our way in to the Peppermint Lounge. Jesse gets in for free. Then gentlemen taking tickets, Sasha, asks us if we need anything.

        "Yes, is 'Red' here tonight?"

        "No, I'm sorry, she's off."

        Damn, I really like her. Busty Russian babe. Tight body, let's you do just about anything.

        "Anyone like her? Natural?" There's lots of silicone in here. I'm not a big fan.

        I slip him a hundy. Hey man, Vegas ain't cheap.

        He seats us and has the first girl come to us. Brandi. Tall, black hair, big tits. We tell her what's up, that we want her to dance for both of us. She smiles, and dances all over me. She barely even looks at Jesse.

        We pay her and wave Sasha over. "Dude, they need to be friendly, also."

        Tiffany comes over. White hair. Not blonde. White. Nice tits. She dances her dance for us, and doesn't come very close at all. I'm getting disappointed, fast. This isn't normal.

        "Sasha, I'm thinking a refund is due here..."

        "No, no, no. I get pretty girl. Perfect girl. One minute." Russians, they own half the strips clubs.

        Jennifer comes over. Wow. All-American looking, sandy colored hair, beautiful smile, great body and naturally stacked. She's wearing a string bikini and stripper shoes.

        She starts her dance by having Jesse and I sit very close to each other. Jennifer leans in and drags her breasts up my crotch, up my chest, then she goes over to Jess and kisses her on the neck. Jess looks stunned. Jennifer leans over between us and asks us both.

        "Are you two married?"

        "Um, no."



        "Office friends?"


        Jennifer stops for a moment. "But you do know each other, right?" Funny girl.

        "Yes, all our lives," I answer. Jess shoots me a mean look.

        "Wait a second... brother and sister?"

        I nod.

        Jen takes off her bikini top. Holy shit she's got a nice big rack. Jess is just staring.

        Jennifer climbs on top of Jesse so that her tits are in Jesse's face. Jen's cleavage surrounds Jesse.

        Jesse's hands come up and lightly touches Jennifer's tits.

        "It's okay," I hear Jen say. "Go for it!"

        Jess squeezes and massages Jennifer's tits, all the while with those twin mounds pressed against Jesse's cheeks.

        Jesse goes to lick Jen's nipple.

        "Not here, sweetheart. But we can in the back..."

        The song ends and Jess looks at me with pleading eyes.

        "Yes, we're going back there," I tell her.

        Sasha escorts all three of us to the Champagne room. I already know the rates, they are fricking high. But this will be worth it. It will cost over a grand for an hour. But that includes drinks and tips to the bouncers so they will look the other way.

        We get a very dark corner in a very dark room. I mean it's barely one-candle bright. Jen seats us at a love seat where Jesse and and I are close to each other. Jess has this dazed look in her eye. I remember that feeling when I was young and first went to a strip club. You're just, amazed that places like this exist, with such open sexuality. It stuns you at first.

        I whisper to Jen that her tip depends on how much Jess like this hour. She nods, in complete understanding.

        The drinks arrive, the hour begins.

        Jennifer is amazing. Far sexier than she was out on the main floor. She began by unbuttoning Jesse's blouse completely. She slid her hands inside Jesse's blouse and rubbed her breasts. Jen took her time, going slow and gentle, not rushing things. My cock was a raging pillar of steel. Jen leaned in and kissed Jesse's neck, planting little kisses all over her exposed skin.

        Finally, Jen reached around Jesse's back. Was she really going to do this? Yes! She did! She unhooked Jesse's bra.

        Jesse looked at me with that an OH MY GOD face as Jen fondled Jesse's naked breasts. Jesse's head fell back on the couch, eyes shut in ecstacy. Her blouse fell open, I could see her tits. My sisters tits. They were similar to Jennifer's in size and her nipples were rock hard.

        Jen motioned me closer. I could hear her say "Your brother is looking at your tits. I think he likes them." I nodded yes, affirmative, damn right. "He's going to touch them." I started reaching." but not yet. First, I'm going to lick your nipples. Is that ok?"

        Jesse whimpered something, which seemed to be a yes. Jennifer dropped down so she was face-to-breast with my sister. She began suckling on a tit. Again, slowly, but firmly, her hands helping out with the suckling task. Jennifer sucked each tit for a long time, going back and forth.

        Suddenly, Jennifer switched over to me. She got between my legs and rubbed her bare tits against my cock. Dragging her tits up my chest, into my face, she stopped with her nipple at my mouth. I drew her turgid nipple into my mouth, and a good bit of titflesh to go with it. My hands naturally caressed and fondled her breasts while her knee was in my crotch, rubbing against my cock.

        Without warning, another set of hands were on my mine. I glanced over. Jesse had put her hands on mine as I rubbed Jennifer's tits. I was sucking Jennifer's left tit, the one closest to Jesse. I offered it to her.

        "You want some?" She nodded her head vigorously.

        I held it out for her.

        Jess pounced on the nipple like it was going to get away from her. With both hands, she held on for dear life and sucked hard on poor Jennifer. I sucked her right tit, our mouths inches away from each other.

        I let got of Jen's right tit, and started kissing the one Jesse was sucking on. Our cheeks touched as I nudged her out of the way.

        "Hey bro, we can share."

        Se we each kissed and tongued Jen's hard nipple in turn. Then, somebody, I forgot who, fouled up the rhythm and both our tongues hit Jen's nipple, and each other.

        ZZZZZZTTTTTTT! It was like a lightning bolt went through my tongue.

        We both pulled back, she felt it too. Then we both resumed, licking and kissing her tit and sometimes each other, in a sideways fashion. Somehow, Jen knew to stop rubbing my crotch with her knee, otherwise I would have cum right there in my pants.

        Jen shifted around again. They actually aren't supposed to stay in one place too long, it's the rules. But we tipped well, and the rules were bent. Still, you had to play along a little bit. She went back to nuzzling and rubbing my sister's breasts.

        I looked at Jess, she looked at me. I made the little 'come here' motion with my finger. She leaned in, and so did I.

        Our lips touched. Our first kiss. Sweet Jesus on the cross.

        My mind reeled at the thought of kissing Jesse. I pressed a little harder and so did she. Opening our mouths slightly, our tongues met and sparks flew again.

        Jen looked up and saw this, reached over, took my hand, and placed it on Jesse's breast. Oh my god. I rolled her hard nipple between my thumb and fingers as I squeezed her luscious breast flesh. Good god.

        "Hey, break it up, you two! This is my time!" You gotta love Jen, she's a hardworking gal. She went back to kissing Jesse on the neck, cheeks, chin, even her lips. Jess starting panting, quicker and faster. I saw the reason, Jen's left hand had disappeared up Jesse's skirt, Jess was getting finger fucked by this beautiful lady. I reached in there and held and squeezed Jesse's breast.

        When Jess orgasmed, I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. We were all laughing as she tried not to yell bloody murder inside the strip club. Jen withdrew her hand. I could see it was wet with Jesse's pussy juices. She looked at me, I nodded, eagerly. I licked Jen's two fingers clean of all of my sister's juices.

        Jesse pretty much collapsed after that. She leaned on me like a rag doll as Jen finished the last ten minutes teasing me with her gorgeous body. Jen wanted to rub me off, too. But I shook her off. I wanted to save that sperm for somebody else.

        I tipped Jennifer another $200. She gave us her card and said to call her, we were fun people and she really wanted to party with us. I don't know if that meant on the clock or off...

        We tidied up Jess but she could barely walk. She was suffering from some major post-orgasm-disorder.

        Jess and I fell into the club's limo (hey, you tip a lot you get a free ride home) and kissed all the way back to our hotel.

        We slammed the hotel door shut and jumped onto the bed nearest the door. God, it felt so good to hold her.

        "What did you think, Jess?"

        "Are you kidding me?" She laughed and banged me on the arm. "I was truly in like, 7th heaven or something. It was almost a blur."

        "But, you came. You remember that..."

        "Yeah, of course I remember that! I'm not stupid! Hey! did she give you her number?"

        "Yep, got it right here. I don't know, though, if that's her home number or is it a business number. You know, maybe she's an escort or something."

        "Wow, maybe you're right. I hope not. I want to call her."

        "Go ahead, then." I said, feeling a little hurt. I started to get up.

        "Not without you there silly! Remember? In Florida? You said we would stick together. That we'd always have each other. Well, Mr. Adams. I need you to stick with me. And... I need you to stick it to me..." She blushed a little at that last bit.

        "Well, Ms. Adams. I will tell you that I'm on a hair trigger right now, Jen got me fired up also. So did you..."

        "You don't think... Mom and Dad are watching, do you?"

        "Naaah, they are still on the get-acquainted tour!"

        I reached for her and pulled her close. Our passionate kiss lasting several minutes as we explored each other intimately.

        "Babe," i said. "I need to see your tits again. You know I was holding them there in the club."

        Jesse sat up and worked at her blouse and bra furiously. "I know, silly, that's why I was cumming so hard." throwing her garments on the floor, she hugged me, barechested.

        Our kissing turned to nuzzling. I slid down lower on her, kissing the upper parts of her breasts, moving lower, down, down, there's a lot of flesh here. I reached her nipple and engulfed it in with my lips. Her nipple stretched and distended into my mouth. I tried to suck all the milk out of her. Too bad she didn't have any. Still, I tried, eagerly.

        She pulled away from me. "You need to cum, don't you?"

        "Yes. Yes I do! But watch it, that thing is liable to go off without any warning."

        I had been hard since the club. I needed release. The tension was incredible.

        Jess helped me out of my pants.

        "Good God! That thing's enormous!" Well, she was being sweet.

        She took it in her hands and playfully slapped her cheeks and face with it. She then pounced on it with her mouth. I could feel her hot lips on me as she slid the shaft deeper into her mouth. Her tongue applied pressure where it could as she went all the way down to the base, my cock fully inside my sister. She slowly slid back up and off. Looking at me, she asked if she was doing ok.

        "Oh God don't stop," I moaned.

        She grinned and put the death-drip on me with her hand as she sucked and stroked me.

        "Careful Jess..."

        She sped up and squeezed harder, her tongue mashing into that spot just beneath the mushroom cap.

        "Oh Jess... Jess... Jess..."

        I grimaced as the floodgates released and high-velocity sperm shot down her throat. Squirt after squirt into her mouth as she eased her grip on my cock, her mouth still covering me but some cum dripping out and back down my shaft.

        Jesse rose up off of me, her stupendous tits swinging like watermelons, cum dripping down her chin. She swallowed the last bit of my cum still in her mouth.

        "How was that? Not bad for an old lady?"

        "Fucking great! Jess! Jesus Christ, girl!"

        I pulled her to me and we hugged and kissed more. To be so close to someone, for so long, and to finally make the connection, it's almost too good.

        "I can't believe this is happening," I said.

        "Me too. You're ok, right?"

        "I'm good. Definitely. My cock just needs about 10 minutes, though. Then, we will have some serious fucking."

        "10 minutes?"

        "Yeah. Is that a problem?"

        "I have to wait 10 minutes just because your dick is soft?" Brothers and sisters, the sibling rivalry never stops.

        "Ok fine. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I GUESS I could lick your pussy for a while." I made an unpleasant face.

        "Oh, you're going to eat it all up, Little brother! And you're going to like it!"

        She stood up and took off her skirt and g-string. Keeping her shoes on, she came up and straddled my face so that her dripping cunt was just inches from me. Her strong scent wafted over me like a blanket.

        "Huh? How about that! You want it, don't you!"

        "Jess," I said with all seriousness. "I want you so bad, I always have... even when we were mmmmph mmphhhmmp mphhmpm..." Well, her cunt got in the way of me finishing my sentence. Her hot lips landed on mine and I pretty much just munched on her dripping pussy as best as I could. Hot nectar flowed down the sides of my cheeks and down my throat as she rode my face like a bucking bronco. She finally settled into a rhythm of quick little rocks back and forth, rubbing her clit on my lips and nose. Looking up through her thighs, I could see her holding her tits, pulling on them, squeezing them hard.

        "Quit staring and lick me harder!"

        Oops, got caught daydreaming. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her harder to my face. Hot cum juices flowed around me as I tongued her deep hole.

        "Steven... I'm falling! I'm going over!!"

        Years ago, I had asked her what the female orgasm was like. She said it was like falling over the waterfall. You become weightless, you lose your breath, then you fall into a sea of pleasure. That's what she said.

        Christ I got the waterfall down here, too, I thought. Creamy flavors literally oozed from her cunt as her body wracked with spasms. She moaned and yelled my name, just like she used to yell other guys names, only now it's my name.

        She slid off, and crawled down to me and kissed me, oblivious of the fact that my face was only completely wet and juicy. She climbed over my body, straddling my once-again hard cock. Without breaking our kiss, she worked it up inside her still pulsing cunt.

        How can I say this? How can I write this? When you finally couple with "The One"... when you connect with her on some other plane than this earthly one... your minds seem to meld together and you both drift down the river towards that waterfall...

        I rolled us over so that now I was on top. Still clutching each other in a desperate embrace, we fucked in perfect rhythm and harmony. She rose to meet my thrust, no fumbling, no mis-communication, no misunderstandings, we were both so at ease and at home with each other.

        I broke our minutes long kiss.

        "Jessica, dear, I love you. Truly I do."

        "You better, because I'm never letting go of you... my love."

        We held each other tighter, not kissing because my head was buried in her neck as I increased our rhythm. Cock and cunt, working together... mutual understanding, mutual purpose, mutual love.

        Panting, I tried to tell Jess I couldn't hold on anymore.

        "... Jess... I'm... almost..."

        "Do it..." she panted back. "I'm with you... give me your cum... please... give it to me... Steven..."

        She screamed with pleasure as I burst inside her tight pussy walls. Her pussy tightly gripped my cock as we both went over the waterfall together...

        ... falling...

        ... falling...

        ... crashing on the rocks... our bodies spent of all energy. All that remained was raw emotion. The finding of ourselves, in love with each other, the death of our parents, the new sexual experiences... Jesse cried in disbelief at everything and I was misty-eyed, too. We laughed and cried at the same time. Clutching each other, we eventually drifted off to sleep...

      • 1 Day Ago - - -

        We left the lawyer's office with a bit of a jaunt to our step. It seems Mom and Dad were doing much better than we thought. Dad sold their house just before he drove himself and Mom into the bridge, so they didn't have any non-cash assets. Everything was ready and waiting for our signatures. Thanks, Dad. Love you. Even with the nieces and nephews and whatnots, Jesse and I will walk away with a cool $1.7 million each.

      • Today - - -

        It's nice to have one of those guys with your name on his sign waiting for you at the airport. McCarran airport, gateway to excitement, the official entrance to Las Vegas, Nevada. The tall young man with his sign saying "Haverkamp" fooled my sister.

        "That's us?"

        "Don't you watch movies, dear?" I chided her. She didn't get it.

        As we checked into Caesar's the desk gal called us Mr. and Mrs. Adams. We smirked at each other. Hey, it is our last name, easy to make that assumption. Although we look like newlyweds, not old-timers.

        In our room, I made a phone call.

        "Jennifer, hi! Didn't know if we'd get you. This is Steven, with my sister Jesse... yes from last week... yes we're back in town... well, we would love to see you, too!... how about dinner here at Caesar's, our treat... See you at eight, then!"

        Had to make one more call, though.

        "Ming. It's Steven. Fuck you too." I looked at Jess, she was incredulous. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen... because I quit... I'm going to live here in Vegas... Yeah, I'm all done with you too..."

        "Ming... Ming
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