Going to Visit Sheri

So excited! My sister invited me to her place for New Years and I couldn't say no. She's undoubtedly going to have a blowout of a party, which isn't completely my thing, but at the same time it's Sheri, so I'm sure I'll have fun. So I probably won't post until I get back. Not that I expect anyone is waiting breathlessly by the computer for updates. If you are, you need to get a life, seriously.

Since I'm going to visit her, I thought I'd come clean about Sheri. Everyone who matters already knows about this, so I'll let you in on the secret too.

My dad didn't actually pop Sheri's cherry. It was the first time that counted, because it was the first time she was really a woman, but she had sex before that. I was too young to remember, but she was probably 5 or 6, just starting school. My brother had been born, that I know, and he was probably old enough to sort of understand what was going on, because my parents had given us all the talk. I know, the talk at that age? But they wanted us to be used to the idea of sex from an early age. They'd already given Mari the talk a few years before, but they decided that since we might walk in on them making love, they had better explain it to us now.

So Sheri started masturbating as soon as she could walk, actually. Way before the talk. She loved to play with her little pussy. And once she learned all about sex, saw Mom and Dad doing it, she realized that that was what she wanted: a good stiff fuck. I know it sounds odd for a kid that age to be interested in that kind of thing, but Sheri has always been horny.

My parents had to go to Parent Teacher Night or something, so they hired a babysitter. He was the older brother of one of the neighbor boys I later had fun with, about 16 I think. He'd watched us before, just for a few hours. I think my parents thought we'd behave better for a man, given that we were three little girls. They took my brother with them. But now that my sister understood what she wanted, she was gunning for him. After my parents left she showed up downstairs buck naked. He was a little taken aback but after all, she was just a kid and kids run around naked sometimes.

She sat down beside him and started making him uncomfortable. She asked him all kinds of questions, starting out pretty innocent and working up to completely inappropriate. And she did her best to seduce the guy. He was a virgin, going through puberty, and of course he started to get aroused in spite of himself. She wanted to touch it, and finally he let her. She stroked it and he was past the point of no return. He couldn't stop her, and she wouldn't let him even if he tried. Then she started licking it and he came all over himself and her. He was really flustered, trying to clean it up, but when he started cleaning her up too with a paper towel she just worked it.

By the time he had done his best to clean her up she was lying back and fingering herself and he had forgotten what it was he was doing. He just stared at her while she dipped her fingers into her cunny, licked them, lubed herself up with spit because at that point she was too young to produce much naturally. She could cum though, and she did while he watched. Then she got up and started kissing him. I can imagine that the whole thing was pretty silly, really, because she was just as inexperienced as he was, and all she had to go on were some things she'd seen Mom and Dad doing and some pornos. But they soldiered along. He must have been twice her size, and I love picturing the two of them in my mind.

Finally she asked him if he would stick his peepee in her, and he balked a little but couldn't say no, not at that point. His cock must have been painfully hard and he wanted release. Sheri told me later that it was hard, but his cock was still pretty small and she had loosened herself up considerably, so in the end he made it inside. God, picturing his shaft stretching her little hairless lips... I can't wait to see her. They fucked on the table because it was easier, and she lay back and let him stick it between her legs.

He didn't last very long, but when he came she orgasmed. After that she just lay there feeling satisfied, and he got worried and cleaned and tried to pretend it hadn't happened right up until when Mom and Dad came home and Sheri proudly told them that she had sex. There was a certain amount of consternation, understandably. I think Dad was madder, because he wanted to be Sheri's first. But in the end, they just sent Sheri to her room and had a talk with the neighbor boy. And they didn't hire him to babysit again. But nothing major came of it. Mom told Sheri that she had to wait, that part of being ready was being a woman and having a period, and that it wasn't fair to Dad. And Sheri listened, to a point.

Only to a point, though. She decided that if she couldn't have sex, she would do everything but. I once came home from playing outside and found her in the basement sucking off a much older man, and though he looked a little surprised, she just waved me away. I stayed to watch from a distance, and at the end, when he said he was going to cum, she lay back and let him squirt it onto her snatch. She told me later that she had lots of guys over to the house to cum on her pussy, and then she liked to take her fingers and work the cum up into herself. But it didn't count, since there was no actual sex.

I'm pretty sure, actually, that Dad knew what was going on and that he partook of Sheri's services too. I know he would have loved to be sucked off by a girl that young. And he probably made sure that Sheri had plenty of partners, because I'm pretty sure that some of his friends came over for just that reason. Sheri let me lick the cum off of her a few times too.

And then when Daddy had her real first time, she was free to fuck, and fuck she has. Which is why I'm excited to go visit, because she usually has partners to share, and I could use some good lovin'.

While Waiting For the Goose

No, we are not in fact eating Christmas goose. I am waiting for Christmas dinner, which is about as special as any other meal, although slightly more special. Like I said, we're not huge Christmas people. It's just me, Dad, and Mom at home, unfortunately.

For anyone who wondered, I'll give a run-down of the Christmas "festivities" such as they were. I was up really early because my internal clock is evil and wants to make me crazy. Sat around, watched something, looked at the Christmas tree, waited. Dad finally got up, came down, we wished each other Merry Christmas. Then while we waited for Mom, I sat on Dad's lap like a little girl and eased his cock inside me, and we just sat back and made slow, waiting-for-presents love. Mom finally showed, and we opened presents. I got DVDs, a CD, some candied ginger, but nothing particularly exciting. But then I didn't give anything particularly exciting either.

After presents we had breakfast, and after that, since Dad and I were still pretty pent up, we went back into the living room and got busy again. We both find it harder to cum with me sitting in his lap, so we stood up and he worked his way into me from behind, bent over a chair. While we were in the middle of it, the phone rang and Mom said it was Mike, calling to say Merry Christmas. She brought the phone in and he talked to Dad for a minute while Dad just kept railing me. When it was my turn I was a little breathless, and Mike laughed and asked me how the old man was doing. Then he started saying some really sexy things, all about how he wished he could be there so I could stick things in his ass and he could fuck my ass in return. I don't usually enjoy phone sex, but it made me cum.

Mike signed off because he didn't want to waste minutes and Dad and I got back to more serious business. He hiked my leg up and was thrusting sideways into me, and he had me cumming again before he went off. It was nice and deep, very satisfying. Mom cleaned him off while I scooped the cum up and ate it on top of some of my candied ginger. Very tasty.

Later, about an hour or so ago... no, wait, more than that, but later, Mom, Dad, and I were watching a movie and they started making out on the couch next to me. I moved, just to give them some space, and damn if they didn't get right to it. They spoon-fucked on the couch, and I could look over and see my dad's cock vanishing between my mom's legs. She has a beautiful pussy, my mom, pink and juicy, just a little puffy, but the lips still small and delicate. I could have gotten up and started licking it right there, it made me so horny. I had to settle for a little manual dexterity, but I wish I'd been allowed to join, because right now I'm dying for a cock. I have a dildo rammed up deep as I can get it while I'm typing, but it's just not the same.

Anyway, that's the news as of right now. Hope all your Christmas wishes came true, unless you don't celebrate Christmas, in which case I hope you get wishes for some other reason. Me, I'm celebrating a pagan ritual, possibly involving ceremonial penetration, if I can swing it.

Christmas Presents

The images on this page have been removed because of Blogger's new no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

I Can't Think of a Title

I should probably call this "Potpourri," or something, but I'm drained and I can't think of a title for this entry. Maybe I should just have blogged without titles like some people do. But I chose to use titles.

This isn't going to be long. I'm out of material for right now, so unless some drama develops I would imagine that Christmas will be the next time I'll have anything exciting to talk about. But who knows? Maybe something with James and Sveta. Maybe something with Kate. The possibilities are endless. Just right now they don't seem to be doing anything possibility-wise, so I'm stuck with nothing to talk about.

Actually, I can talk about a few things. First, I was thinking that I'd really like to try pissing while I was being fucked up the ass. I've seen some hentai like that, but I'd like to try it. I investigated the possibilities with a dildo earlier today, but I don't know how the positions would work. I mean, it's almost impossible to get a cock up your butt while you're sitting on his lap facing him, and sitting facing away seems like it would be hard to piss into the toilet unless it was a big one. I'd probably get pee all over his legs, and unless that was the point, I can't see it being pleasant for him.

I tried it with the dildo in my ass, sitting on the toilet and pissing, and it felt nice, but I don't see that being possible, which is too bad. Maybe a toilet you have to squat over, and then I could squat and he could come up behind me and fuck my ass from behind while I peed. That might work, but I don't know where I could find a toilet like that. So it would probably have to just be in the shower. I think standing up might be nice, but I could also do it on my knees, and if the guy was willing, maybe I could ride him and piss on his stomach. I really wish I had a partner who was into watersports in an adventurous way, like my sister would be if she were a guy. Sheri, I mean. Mike will do watersports but he's not really into them. It's more a deviation for him than a routine.

How about guys? I've never seen a gay porno where one guy was pissing and another guy was fucking his ass. It would be easier to do, since guys can pee standing up. Anyone in readerland done something like that? Or like any of this? Tell me how it went.

Second (on the list of things I can talk about) I should tell the story of how Sheri and I tried out anal fisting. She keeps telling me to tell her stories to you all, and this is one that's safe.

She was getting ready to graduate high school and we wouldn't be seeing as much of each other, and we spent most of our free time thinking up things to do with each other that we'd never done before. Actually, she spent her time thinking them up and talking me into it. And I'm pretty sure some of the stuff she'd done before but wanted me to try. Like I said, lots of stuff with Sheri. We decided that we'd try anal fisting next, because she'd seen it in pictures and really thought it looked sexy. She'd never done it before, give or receive, and I obviously was still an anal-fisting newbie, so finally she talked me into it with promises that it would feel like I was being fucked by the largest dick in the world.

I'd done some fisting of the pussy, and like I mentioned long ago I didn't dislike it, and I was going through a phase where I was really enjoying large cocks. She said she'd go first, so I could see it was no big deal. We washed out well a few times with warm water and then lubed up in the bathroom in case anything accidentally happened. Sheri had had an accident once being fucked in the ass with a monster cock, larger than I think I would have taken up my butt. The guy didn't care, but Sheri knows I don't like scat so we were careful.

It took me half an hour to work up to my fingers and I still couldn't quite get my thumb in. Sheri was moaning and gasping and cumming alternately, but every time I tried to fit the whole hand in she screamed and shook her head and I had to back off. I hope the rest of the family wasn't sitting outside the door listening, because they might have gotten the wrong idea. We would have told them, of course, because we weren't ashamed, but still, having them sitting out there thinking things would have been embarrassing.

Finally after a lot of coaxing and lube and pressure my full fist popped in, like the head of a cock only much larger, and Sheri was in tears, panting and straining. We let it sink in for a minute or two (or five, it was tough) and then she wanted me to twist it, to curl my fingers in and out, just do something. I tried to be gentle but in the end she had to ask me to pull out and she collapsed on the floor. I washed my hand, which wasn't disgusting but did have some mess on it.

Sheri claimed it was terrific, but I wasn't buying it and I told her I didn't want to do it. But Sheri can be very persuasive when she wants to be, so finally just to shut her up I think I bent over the side of the tub and let her start working.

My ass was and probably still is tighter than hers, so she had trouble getting more than three fingers in, let alone the thumb. It hurt a little, I won't lie, and although all the attention was pleasant I felt really tight and it was hard to relax. It took her a much longer time to work up to all four fingers, and we nearly ran out of lube by the time she announced that she was going to try the thumb. I couldn't stand the tightness and I shook my head, and she asked me if I had cum yet. I think she was counting on an orgasm to loosen me up.

When I gasped, "No," she stared licking the base of my pubis, then diddling my clit with her free hand and driving me crazy. It was hard to forget about her fingers in my ass but she managed to make me, and I came hard from the pressure. Once she felt the spasms hit, she jammed her whole hand in. That's the first time I ever came to a screeching halt. It was like my orgasm just died halfway through. I think I screamed. I know it hurt. A lot.

I came to a short while later feeling constipated through the haze, and then realizing that my sister's fist was squarely in my ass and clenching and gasping and trying to escape. She petted my back and shushed me, told me it would be okay. I don't think she wanted to let me go without getting an orgasm with her fist in my ass. I was panicky and panting and clenching and just miserable, but finally she calmed me down and I told her to pull out because I was going to be ill. She didn't pull out, but she did start to stroke my pussy and even though I was really unpleasantly full in my ass, I was finally able to relax and let her start fooling around a little. I could feel her knuckles inside me, spreading me wide open, and I could feel my anus clasped around her wrist like a bracelet. I wish now that I had photos.

I don't think it was that she was worse at being fisted than I was, I think it was more that she was better at giving it than I was. I let her talk me into it, keep me doing it, and so I got over the discomfort, whereas I didn't work hard enough when I was fisting her. I felt a little bad once the pleasure started building and I realized that it wasn't all bad, and when I came with her fist twisting slowly in my ass, I felt guilty.

But after she pulled out, I felt like I had just shit a brick, literally. And my ass didn't clench up again. I had no trouble shitting for the next week, and I had to be careful because I might leak a little if I wasn't. So I stopped feeling bad about not continuing with Sheri, because frankly, she didn't have any problems, at least not that I could see. Her ass was better at it than mine. I admit, I was a little jealous. But I've never wanted to be fisted in the ass again. I even keep down the size of toys that I use on my butt.

Please, give me something to talk about. I'm nice, I write back. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is the place to write to.

Story Time

I promised that after I finished with all the Thanksgiving stuff I would tell a few stories my sisters have been telling me, so here goes. I don't expect any drama in my own life for the next few days, but who knows, maybe you'll get lucky. Or maybe I'll just whine about my problems with relationships. Anyone's guess.

My mother has bigger breasts than mine or Mari's, although Sheri has us all beat by a good distance. I used to be jealous of her when I was growing up because it seemed like she sprouted breasts when she was still crawling, and the boys all looked at her tits. Of course, she was older than I was (well, she still is older than I am, and that's not likely to change) so they probably were just attracted to her because she was older. But she does have big tits. When she was pregnant they got even bigger. She's probably going to have some saggage issues later in life, and for that I'm not jealous.

Anyway, my mom has respectable breasts, and after 4 kids they're probably a bit larger than they used to be. I always was puzzled that I had early memories of suckling them because I figured that I wouldn't remember anything from when I was that young. But Mom's breasts have stuck with me, and apparently with the other kids too. I know my brother likes to get in there and suck them even now.

Apparently my mom lactated for a much longer time than most women. She was still giving milk from the previous baby when she got pregnant with the next one, and the kids weren't born 9 months apart or anything. And she enjoyed nursing, maybe some fetish there. So probably all the kids were nursing off and on until she finally dried up a long time after Mike was born, which is undoubtedly why I remember doing it.

But the crazy thing is that she enjoyed nursing while being fucked. It's something I could see enjoying too, frankly. I like having my nipples sucked while fucking, and I could see that nursing would be a higher level of that. In my family, making love isn't any stranger than talking about the weather, so if other mothers can nurse in public places, why couldn't my mother nurse while her husband fucked her? I imagine that she was probably nursing my sisters when she got pregnant with me, and probably nursing me when she got pregnant with Mike.

Mari remembers sitting in the living room with Mom and Dad, watching a kids show while Mom nursed me, and then at a certain point she and Dad began fooling around and then without stopping nursing me she lay back on the floor and let Dad plow her. I must admit, I wish I had pictures of that. What would be even sexier is if I had pictures of my Mom, pregnant, nursing me as a toddler and being railed by Dad. I love preggo chicks, and I bet Mom just looked so sexy plumped up like that.

I don't know how she ever weaned us, because it would seem like if she kept supplying the milk we'd keep drinking it. Maybe it was just a treat. I don't really remember. I've never asked Dad whether he partook of his wife's milk at all. Maybe he did too. Breast milk was is believed by many cultures to cure disease, protect the body, promote health, all that jazz. So that's probably why we all turned out so great. Mom's milk. I wish she'd let me suck her nipples now. I really don't understand her aversion to trying a little girl-on-girl action. But as I've said before, I respect her choice, even if it makes me horny and wound up thinking about what might be.

The Day After the Day After Thanksgiving

Almost done, I swear. But Saturday (let's see, that would have been the 24th of November) was a great day. And I miss my brother, so talking about him helps. Or maybe it just makes me miss him more. I know it makes me wound up.

So I woke up feeling great, because I was lying on top of one of my favorite guys in the whole wide world, Mike. And his cock was hard and it was jutting against my pubis. And I could feel some drying spunk oozing out of me too. It was pretty early, actually, but both Mike and I woke up at nearly exactly the same moment. We looked each other in the eye and smiled sleepily, and then he kissed me and I felt his cock jump against me. I don't know how guys fare, but I've never had a guy who could translate morning wood into actual wood without some help. If they start fucking, sometimes it's weird; they go soft right in the middle of it, and a lot of times they have to pee. I mean, that's what morning wood is, really: insurance against bed wetting.

We didn't do anything for a few minutes, just lay there and savored being warm and wrapped up in one another. And then I had to pee, and I was wondering how long I could hold it when Mike announced that he had to get up, so we both grinned and slowly, petulantly, got up together. It was colder outside the blankets, and my brother grinned and said my nipples were getting hard, and I rubbed them against him. We weren't getting any closer to the bathroom, but finally we both really had to go.

With only one toilet in the house, we were fighting over who would get to go first, and Mike suggested that we both go together. It's something we did a few times when we were kids: I sit on the toilet and Mike aims between my legs. Usually he misses a little, but hey, that's what showers are for, right? So this time he missed a lot, covered my stomach and thighs in piss. I called him a lousy shot, and then he grabbed me off the toilet and told me he would show me how good his aim was. He dragged me over to the shower and told me to kneel there, and he would hit any spot on my body I named. Well, from a few feet away it was a challenge. I had him try to hit my left nipple, and he got it after a little splatter. Then I aimed him at the other nipple, and he switched over without stopping.

I got up and bent over and told him to see how far away he could go and still hit my pussy. My ass got drenched as he tried. Then he ran out of piss. Oh well, easy come, easy go. We turned the shower on to rinse things off, but we didn't break out the soap because I got right in there and started sucking him back to hardness.

About halfway through my preliminary blowjob, there was a knock on the door and Dad barged in without waiting for a reply. I think he expected just me, but when he saw the two of us he was set to leave, but I beckoned him over and started blowing both of them. Sure as shooting Dad excused himself a few minutes later and went to pee in the toilet. I told you I can't get him interested in watersports. Oh well. When he came back, he was raring to go, and I could still taste a little piss on his cock. Neither my father nor my brother are circumcised, but they practice excellent foreskin hygiene.

Mike was ready first, obviously, since he had a head start, and he lay down and pulled my ass to him. I wanted to tell him to just get in there and fuck me, but I know my men are gentlemen. His tongue made it a little difficult to concentrate on giving first-class service, but I tried my hardest and I think I got Dad to his hardest too. He told Mike to cut out the foreplay, then he asked me if I wanted a sandwich. You all should know the answer to that by now.

Mike got up and Dad lay down and I straddled him and sank onto his wonderful meat stick. God, there's nothing like my Dad's cock, really. I love other cocks too, but my Daddy makes me happy. He worked into my a couple of times, then gave Mike the thumbs-up and my brother got behind me and started pressing into my anus. It was harder, not really being lubed up, but frankly at this point we're so good with each other that juice is all we really need in a pinch. I won't say it's not different, maybe even a little more pleasant, with lube, but we love buttfucking in all kinds of different environments. It's tough to lube up in certain circumstances, and if my brother needs my ass, my ass is his.

It had been so long since I had real DP, and I came as Mike inserted, which made Dad chuckle and grind up into me. I could feel the two cocks squeezing that flesh between cunt and anus, which as I may have said is the most under-appreciated erogenous zone in the body, in my opinion. They kept me cumming for a long time, so long I lost track. Then we all settled in for a session of squeeze Lexi. It must be because they're related, but my brother and father can keep up a rhythm with one another like no other guys I've been with. Can you see why I love them?

Eventually Mike tensed up and came, and I felt that one, even though I was cumming too. He'd saved it up all night and blasted me in the colon. When he pulled out I was disappointed, but he reached down and got some fingers into my ass and curled them down to meet Dad's cock, which kept me vibrating. I must have cum four times while they were fucking me together, and I came again before Dad grunted and grabbed my hips and pulled me down to him. I felt that one too, against my womb and strong. It really is a singular feeling, and one which I hope all women get to try at some point.

Once Dad softened and plopped out, along with jizz and juice and water from the shower, I rolled off him and just lay there in the falling water feeling warm and safe. And when Mike got between my legs and then lifted them up to my shoulders, I didn't move a muscle. He pressed into me, and at first I didn't realize he was in my ass again; all penetrations were feeling similar right then. It's not a position we use often for anal, but it was pleasant just lying there. Dad was showering above me, and his cock waggled up and down as he soaped up, and my brother pounded my gaping ass, plumbing my depths until I was just constantly spasming, not really cumming just pleasure running over me. I get like that sometimes, just twitchy when someone's really working me over well.

Mike came in my ass again, and by that time Dad had rinsed off and left without me realizing, I was so wound up in being fucked. My brother started washing me off slowly, sensually, massaging and soaping and all that good stuff. Eventually I started returning the favor and we washed each other off, then rinsed and dried off together. He was hard but not desperate, and I wanted to get out of the bathroom at some point.

Once we were dry we headed downstairs and had breakfast, and by that time it was only a little past noon, so we had loads of time before I had to go to work. At the table I started whispering in my brother's ear that I had a naughty idea, and he was enthusiastic, so once the table was clear I let slip what my idea was.

I told you I thought Mike might be a closet bisexual, and I asked him point blank if he'd like to try a little play on that side of the fence. He didn't immediately run off screaming but I think he thought I meant getting another guy. But when I told him that I wanted to stick some things up his butt, he looked much more enthusiastic. He was going to head down to the rumpus room but I told him that first he needed to clean up a little. We headed up to the bathroom again (note a theme for Saturday?) and he confided that he had really wanted to try something like this for a while, just to see what I felt when he was fucking my ass. I told him I felt great, and he grinned and kissed me and goosed me at the same time.

Once we were back in the bathroom I pulled out my trusty enemas and got all nurse on his ass. I'm not into scat, as I've mentioned, so I won't go into enemas in great detail. Personally I enjoy them, but I use them for cleanliness not as an aid to shitting. The first one made Mike a little uncomfortable and he spent a few minutes on the toilet, but once that was out of the way the next one cleaned him out nicely. He said he enjoyed the sensation of insertion, so I figured he would love the real thing.

The preliminaries taken care of, we started to lube him up properly. He was already hard, and while I was paying attention to his ass his cock pulsed with hardness, bouncing with each beat of his heart. I had him bent over the same bench in the shower where Daddy usually bends me over, and his cock nudged the side of the bench every so often and made him shiver in spite of himself.

When I got a finger into him he tensed up a lot and I had to work hard on not hurting him. But he said he liked it, and was mostly just trying not to cum. Prostate stimulation, you know. I've been the first to do ass play with several people, but this was the first time my brother and I had ever done anything like this. Once I got another finger into him he gasped that he couldn't hold on, and rather than waste him I bent down and managed to keep my fingers up his butt while I held his cock in my mouth. When he came it was strong, and his anus forced both of my fingers out of him.

It's been my experience, though, that boy or girl, after cumming, the anal ring becomes much more relaxed, so I didn't give him time to tense back up again, but pushed my fingers back into his butt. He moaned, which is odd for my brother. And if I'm lying may lightning strike a homeless person I don't like (not good to tempt fate) but he started to harden up again almost immediately.

I could go on, but suffice to say that eventually I judged that he was ready for something other than my fingers, so I pulled out one of my trusty buttplugs and crammed it as nicely as I could into his ass. I tell you, if you've never seen an asshole take a foreign object, you need to try it out. And a buttplug is so sexy going in too, in either a guy or a gal's ass. It forces its way in, but then suddenly the widest point stretches the anus out and it gets sucked in until there's nothing showing but the base. Mike moaned again at that.

And then I told him he had to wear it for a while. I don't think he wanted to do anything other than lie there, but eventually he had to get up, and he walked around like he was suffering from a severe case of Montezuma's Revenge. It was pretty funny, and I wish I had pictures.

I had to get ready for work by then, which should tell you how long we spent working out his ass. And that's how long it takes, buckaroos. If you think you can just slam your cock into someone's ass without doing serious preparation, you're in for a bad time. Anyway, I went to work just glowing at the thought of Mike wandering around our house with the plug in his ass, and I have to admit that when I had a spare moment and a quiet space I tickled myself unmercifully. Now I wish I'd worn a buttplug too for solidarity, but I don't think it would have worked. In my pants, they're usually fairly obvious.

I couldn't wait to get home and of course that was the evening when I couldn't just pick up and leave immediately. Still, I managed to hold out until I got through the door, but on the way home I actually started to cry because I knew that Mike had to leave the next morning and I wouldn't get to see much of him. But when I walked through the door he greeted me with a hug and a kiss and a helping hand with my clothes, and once we were naked he said he had to cum inside me right way because it was killing him to hold it in. Every move he made was driving him wild. I think he really was made for buttplugs.

Well I'll say this in opposition to Mike and anal toys: they ruin his stamina. I'm sure he'll get over that after a while, but he barely got started before he tensed and came. But it was a really strong cum, so strong it forced its way out of my cunt. And he made a lot more noise than he usually does, because I guess the plug was really tight when he came. He apologized, and I said he could make it up to me in a few minutes. I went and got a drink, and sure enough, by the time I got back, he was starting to harden again.

This time was slower and less urgent, face to face and kissing on the floor of the living room. It was still urgent enough for us to just drop to the floor though, and that was largely my fault because I was just dying to cum. When I finally did it was a big one, pent up and juicy. Mike just kept thrusting into my spasming, well-used cunny, trying to keep me rolling as long as he could. He tweaked my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other and then pressed down against my pelvis right above my pussy with a hand as he slammed his cock up into it. It was a teeth-rattling cum, that one, and right as it was ending he couldn't hold on any longer and came again.

Once we began breathing semi-normally again I had pity on the poor guy and offered to take out the plug, and he just bent over in front of me. I pulled it out and was going to put it in the wash, but first I had to stare with arousal as my brother's stretched anus slowly closed again. He said the next day that he had no problem shitting, and I could have probably seen directly into his stomach, the way it gaped. I think maybe I started with one which was a little too large. But there was no blood and if there was pain, he didn't complain. Pulling it out made me horny again, and it must have woken him up a little too, because after I got the plug in the wash we went upstairs and he lay me back on the bed and made love to me slowly and surely until we both came and then fell asleep. It's not a bad way to end the day, let me tell you.

The next morning (nearly done, I promise) he was up first, peed and came back to bed to say goodbye. I didn't have to wake up for a few hours more, but he had to leave, so I rolled over and poked my butt in the air just slightly and invited him to choose a hole. He chose wisely, which was good because without him (this was before James) I wasn't getting any anal loving. Sleeping fucking is wild, like it's part dream and part reality. He must have lubed me up because it was easy insertion, although maybe it was just the workout my ass had gotten the previous day, or maybe sleep made me relax completely. I know I came at least once that I can remember, and I dreamed about cumming too so probably more than once. I didn't feel him stop fucking me, but when I finally woke up completely he had already left and there was a buttplug in my ass holding his load inside me.

And you know something? I kept the plug in the entire day, even going to work in a skirt so I could get away with it. I just wanted to have his cum inside me as long as possible. I fell asleep with it still in my butt. I miss you, bro.

Sheri Is Spelled With an E

I just went back and changed all the times I was a fuckup. Sheri wrote me just now and told me that she objected strongly to being confused with Mari, and I realized that I had been spelling her name "Shari" for some strange reason. Maybe because I was thinking Mari. I don't know. You'll never know whether it's an alias or not, but I should at least be consistent. So that's why there were many small changes to various pages. Sorry sis. I actually think that Sheri is much better than Shari, which people would tend to pronounce "Shah-ree" rather than "Sheh-ree" as it should be. By the way, Mari's name is pronounced "Mary" in case you were wondering. And my name is pronounced "Throatwobbler Mangrove."

I Almost Forgot

Remember Kate? Sure you do. Well, in all the bustle of writing the past few updates, I totally forgot to mention her.

I think I'm going to her house at some point soon. She saw my name in a playbill or something and wrote me an email last week, and I wrote back, and it got fairly hot and heavy. Like I said, she's married and I feel a little guilty, but what with everything else a little e-flirting isn't much of a concern.

But she told me that I had to come over. And when I asked about her husband and kids, she told me to let her worry about them, just like before. Honestly, I'm a little curious. And a lot aroused, but the curious is what's pushing me over the top. I'm thinking seriously about visiting. She was really hot. I mean really hot, not like MILF, but like if you saw her you'd think she was hot even if you didn't know she was a mother. Sometimes I think MILF is a downgrade, like, "Oh, she's hot, for a woman her age." Well Kate may be hotter than I am. Okay, I won't admit that, but she's hot for any age. I wish I had known her when she was younger, because I can imagine that she was even hotter.

So yeah, further bulletins as events warrant on that one.

More Superlatives

Rio is putting you all to shame, so you should ask more questions like he does. Still, he's asking so I'll answer.

"Who in your life would you say has been the best lover? And a follow up question would be, what constitutes a great lover?" - Rio

Well Rio, unfortunately on the first question you're going to get a bit of a cop-out answer. I can tell you that not all lovers are great, but I would be hard-pressed to choose between many of them. Even ones I haven't liked much. As far as quantity, I've probably had my Dad and my brother equal numbers of times, roughly. And my two sisters are probably not far behind. And that's a problem, because I definitely couldn't choose between a guy and a gal; lesbian lovin' is totally different from heterosexual fucking.

My Dad pleasures me with his cock in ways no other man has, because we know each other and he has great technique. But Mike can do all the fun stuff, and he can keep coming back for more. My sisters both have great technique, and while Mari is superb at giving my orgasms, Sheri is adventurous in a way the no one else is with me. Like I said, my Sheri stories are mostly off-limits for now.

As for others, I've had a lot of good and some okay sex, and a little bad. I try not to quantify what can't be quantified, so I don't keep a score card in my head just as I don't measure men's cocks before I sleep with them. I've had a few really monstrous cocks which I could probably say were the largest as a group, and that can be fun, but I've had some really terrific sex with women involving no cocks at all, or with guys who were less-well-endowed but could still make me wail. It's hard to say.

As for what makes a good lover, it depends on what I'm looking for. Technique is always nice, but I don't view sex as a bag of tricks that can be learned or taught. Technique can make a good lover great, but it can't save a lousy lay. Unless all I'm looking for as pure physical pleasure, in which case a guy or gal who can make me cry out and go weak at the knees is all I want.

I love making love with my family, and I have, I think, my most intimate moments with them. And intimacy makes for good sex, especially when your family is as solid in technique as mine is. But even with Aunt Jenny, who isn't the greatest muff-diver, the fact that we have an intimacy makes that sex great too.

Sometimes I want a guy to be able to make me feel like he's bottoming out in my chest, or that I'm going to be split in two he's so wide. But truth to tell, I can get that from a dildo. And if I'm not going to let the guy cum inside me, then the best part of a cock versus a dildo is gone, and unless he's good, I could care less how large he is.

And of course I enjoy groups, so a good lover has to be willing to share or be shared. And have a sense of fun, because sex that isn't fun is no fun at all (wait, tautology there).

So I guess I don't know what makes a good lover, which is probably why I can't tell you who my best lover is or was. I've had good times with bad people and bad times with good. I guess my family all ties because I've never had a really bad time with any of them, ever. It's always about love.

Not much of an answer, and I'm sorry for that. But do keep asking questions because all my answers are bullshit, I promise. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is the place to write to.

Events and Transpirings

I've got more of my brother's visit, but I felt I had to break off, mostly because there's things to talk about and stories can wait. I've been working, so I haven't been posting, and a few things built up.

First of all, James. Apparently he told his new friend about me in a foolish attempt to try to sort things out. I say foolish, but I don't say unfortunate, because while it was really very dumb, she seems okay with it. He wants the three of us to get together and chat. I'm not totally sure. She seems very eager to meet me. I don't know exactly how much he told her, maybe just that I'm a friend or something.

Her name isn't Sveta but I like that name and I've been looking for an excuse to use it. She's younger than him, two grades and probably at least two years. He's led me to believe that she's probably a virgin, certainly not the school slut. The good thing is that he seems like he's perfectly okay with having fun with both of us, in the sense of not getting attached, since he probably won't see either of us very much soon. Because he was accepted to the college he really wanted to go to, and I'm very proud of him. Extremely. It's a very good school and he wasn't sure, but he's in, and he's thrilled. So he'll probably go to college and be able to forget both of us. I hope he's made that clear to Sveta too.

Anyway, we're going to meet. I can't really say no. We've talked about it, and I'm hoping that it will help. Somehow. I don't know.

Okay, enough of James. Well, not enough, because when he called me up to tell me he was accepted, I promised him a celebratory treat. I know, I know, but he's college-bound now, and I'm not going to throw him a party. So Saturday he came over. I made him buy condoms for the visit, which he thought was pretty strange since I have condoms and we haven't been using them. But I told him he was old enough to do it for himself. Good training. He called me from the store, didn't know what to buy. We settled on the standard lubricated ones. When he's really flying solo, then he can get adventurous and waste his money on bells and whistles.

I had work in the evening, like I seem to always have on Saturdays, but I had him over at noon so we had a good four or five hours. I told my parents I was entertaining in the basement and they promised to stay out so as not to spook my guest. I snuck him in through the basement door. Because it was a special treat I wore a teddy my sister (I forget which one, sorry sis) gave me and a pair of lace panties that are practically non-existent. He was hard in his pants as I let him inside.

We kissed while he was taking off his coat, we kissed while he took of his shoes, we kissed while he pulled off his shirt. We just kissed a lot. I think I was missing my brother, which probably explained the forcefulness of my advances, but James was right there with me the whole way. I finally had to stop kissing him so I could tell him what his surprise was. I believe my exact words were, "I'm going to let you fuck my ass, James." Notable quotable there.

He's not so sheltered that he didn't know about anal, but I don't think he had the first idea of how to do it. He looked nervous and excited at the same time. I told him I wanted to give him something special, but if he wasn't comfortable with the idea, then we could just have business as usual. He looked almost like the first time we ever fucked, blushing and saying no, it wasn't a problem. I could tell he wasn't totally comfortable with the idea, so I started kissing him again, pulled down his pants and was stroking his hard cock, pressing my body into his. We wound up on the floor with him over top of me, kissing and stroking. He had both his hands up under the teddy and was massaging the twins, and they were enjoying it a lot too.

Finally I had to stop and talk with him. I told him I wanted this, that I was really into anal, that he wouldn't hurt me. I also mentioned that I had been cleaning up after myself and that the condoms would make it really easy. I told him I would give him pointers every step of the way, and that he would love it. I think more than anything just lying there naked next to me convinced him.

I stood up and did a little strip tease for him, then bent over the cushions (the same cushions my brother had bent me over, but I didn't mention that) and waggled my butt in the air and told him to come over. I think he was expecting that I wanted him to just start fucking, but I reached back and took his hand and started him feeling me up. Usually he's not afraid to go lower, but I think he was nervous about touching my asshole. So I helped him touch it, get used to it. When he pressed his finger against my rosebud, I gave him a little gasp and squirm. Maybe I should be a porn star after all. But I was just trying to accustom him to it.

Eventually he was comfortable enough to push his finger into my anus and see that I really wasn't going to shit all over him. I think he was worried about that, although he wasn't terribly communicative on the subject. Who can blame him? He liked the feel of it on his finger though, and that encouraged him. Pretty soon he was fingering my ass with the skill that I knew he had in him. And I didn't have to fake my arousal any more. When I suggested that he use his tongue too, he didn't even hesitate, started licking my cunt while fingering my ass. When I told him to lick my ass too, I sensed momentary hesitation, but his libido was too strong to resist, and he gave me a rimjob like a novice, spending most of his time on my pussy but definitely delving into asshole town every so often.

I had a mini O, just a warm-up, and then asked if he was ready. He didn't sound nervous any more. He grabbed the lube and massaged my butt up proper, worked it into the crack and up and down, then into the hole itself. I could have taken him with no lube at all, with a lubed condom on, but it was educational for him. I kept him lubing longer than perhaps was necessary, then told him to slip on his condom and start whenever he wanted. He works well with a little bit of control, even in circumstances where he's not experienced. I usually let him think he's driving.

The first time, even though I'm not a virgin by a long shot, his cock slipped and he splashed down in my cunt instead of the real target. I had to stop him because he didn't realized. He still was a little nervous. I told him to look at what he was doing, go nice and slow, and then I flexed my anus. And that turned him on incredibly. He wanted me to do it again. He's got himself a new fetish. I told him it was much better from the inside, and he took the hint. That time he was slower, more deliberate, and I could tell he was watching where he was going. And then he was inside. I felt the head of his cock pop through the ring.

I have to admit, I'd had a few anal virgins before, but it was still thrilling to think that he was having his first time in my ass. I don't know what else to say besides that; if you've never had it, it's hard to describe. He loved it, loved the tightness, loved when I flexed it on him, even though he was barely inside. I told him to keep going, and he slipped deeper in until I felt his legs against mine and felt him bottoming out in my colon.

Then we stayed like that for a few minutes. I wasn't in any danger, but again, education. If he ever has another girl in the ass who isn't experienced, he's got to know how to go slow. For James' part, he was loving just being there. I flexed on him, tried to force him out, and he loved that too. His hands finally went to my waist so he could start properly fucking, and although I told him to go slowly, I couldn't stop him.

It was great after that. He worked his way in and out and took me right back to Thanksgiving. I wasn't picturing my brother, but the sensation was as good, and the mental stuff was better because I had a newbie on my hands and he was doing so well. I'll say this for him too: he lasted a lot longer than most newbies do. It wasn't a marathon, but he gave me a good ride before he gasped that he was going to cum. It's funny, in the pussy he was never shy, just came right into me without pausing, but in the ass with a condom on he seemed like he was worried I wouldn't want him to cum inside me.

Truthfully, I wished he wasn't wearing the condom, because it had been a long time and I was sure he would cum buckets. But I just told him to go ahead, and he pressed into my ass and came. It must have been a strong one, because although I couldn't really feel it I could feel the pulses and his body shaking behind me. He had to sit down after that, plopped out of my well-used ass and sat with his deflating cock in his lap.

I went around and helped him get the condom off without spilling too much, and I was chagrined to note the amount of spunk in it. Ah well. The condom was nearly clean, a tribute to my hygiene I guess. But I don't tend to leave a mess on cocks from my ass. James was just speechless when I tipped the condom out into my mouth and swallowed the jizz. Not something I normally do, but it was special.

We lounged for a very short time, naked and sweaty and just wrapped in each other. He thanked me a lot, and I told him to stop thanking me like it was charity. He'll get eaten alive if he's thanking all his partners like that. I say very short because he was hard again almost as soon as he was soft, and I asked him if he wanted another go. He did, of course. I gave him a little head just to firm him up and then put on another condom and bent over again, and he was in my ass like a shot. When I asked him to diddle me as he fucked, he was happy to oblige, and I finally climaxed with him in my ass, which drove him insane. He said it was so hot. I know, James, I know.

He pulled out after I finished cumming and asked if he could switch to my pussy. I told him that it was bad practice to do that, that he shouldn't believe everything he sees in the pornos. Then I had him take off his condom and fuck my cunt hard. And hard it was. I came again quickly, then asked him if it was more exciting when I came and he was in my pussy. He couldn't decide; he liked my ass because it was new and fun, but the sensations while I came on his cock were stronger in my pussy. I can't argue with that. He had to stop explaining because he was about to cum, and he spewed into my cunt excitedly.

I cleaned him off and checked the time, and we still had an hour or so left. So the cleaning became more involved and pretty soon erection number three was brewing. And then he floored me. He asked me if I would let him fuck my ass without a condom. I was pretty blissed out by this point, so even though I probably should have been educational, I just told him to go for it. It was rougher the third time because I wasn't as lubed, but I was dilated then too. He lasted a good long while, longer than the other two, and then I actually felt his balls draw up against my pussy as he fired without warning and painted my colon white. I came at about the same time. It was a nice finish.

So yeah, I know I said I should break it off. And now I'm meeting his other friend. I hope it comes out well. But it was worth it, because now he's really had all of me.

Thanksgiving III: Black Friday

I've always felt there should be a movie called that. And I was bored of parts, so I went with that. But actually our story picks up just where we left off, with all of us hurrying to the car, waving goodbye, and then sitting and shivering while Dad started it and tried to get the heat going. It was pretty nippy by that point in the day.

Mike and I were back together in the back seat, and we huddled together for warmth. I didn't bring my gloves, so he suggested that I put my hands somewhere warm. I don't think he meant his crotch, but I did just to see him jump when my cold fingers touched him. It was nice and warm in his pants though.

Once the car got going it warmed up but I didn't take my hands away. I really love the feel of Mike's cock, so nice and strong, reminds me of my childhood. We hadn't really had any alone time since he got there, but we started kissing again while we drove down the road, slow and passionate, just like Dad and his sister. Brothers and sisters really should be encouraged to feel love like that, because it makes the family stronger.

His cock was hardening in his pants despite his tiredness and the number of times he had cum earlier, but we just stayed holding each other and kissing for a long time. Eventually it got warm enough in the car to take off jackets and in the struggle (our car is really too small for my family) to remove mine I'm afraid my turtleneck got hiked up a bit too far and Mike pulled it all the way off. I don't know, maybe it was the stuffing or something. If so, I've got to get Aunt Jenny's recipe.

It was slow and leisurely foreplay; he explored my whole body, the parts he could easily get to in the car. It felt nice after all my talk about James being the only guy in my life to really appreciate my breasts to have my brother come along and make them feel appreciated too. He stayed busy above the equator while his hand snaked between my legs and started giving me a nice massage. We passed nearly half the trip like that, just slowly making out. Then I pushed him away and bent over his crotch, let his monster out of the cave, and started sucking like a pro, if I do say so and I do.

He was really drained, and he just sat back and let me work my magic. He enjoys every aspect of being sucked off, from kissing to licking to sucking to deep throating, and I gave him some of each. It hardened him up completely but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to cum. Finally I got up, undid my seat belt, slipped over to sit in his lap facing forward, and eased down onto his cock. It was cramped, and Dad complained that I was kneeing him in the back, so we had to shift around a lot, which was pretty fun by itself. The problem was that we couldn't kiss like that, and we were both too tired for too much hassle, so finally we just stayed as we were, not really thrusting or fucking, just him holding me, feeling my breasts with the palms of his hands, getting a little soft inside me but still hard enough that I could feel him. I just lay back against him and felt good having my brother inside me.

Once we got home I just grabbed my blouse and slipped my jacket on over bare flesh, then hopped off of Mike and ran inside. To be truthful, I had to pee. By the time I finished with that the rest of the family was inside and undressing again. And Mike and Mom had started making out, which I'll admit made me momentarily jealous. She was stroking his cock and he had his face in her breasts like he was still a baby. But I love Mike and my mom, and it seemed like it would be politic to just let them go, so I did. I'm not saying it wasn't tough, not having Mike to myself, but it was getting late and I was tired. Dad excused himself and went upstairs to sleep, because as I may have mentioned he's a morning person and it was pretty late by then.

Even though I was tired I stuck around for a while, figuring that I could at least masturbate while watching. Mike and Mom went upstairs to find a bed and I followed them. They didn't mind. They settled on the guest room, since my Dad was sleeping in the master bedroom. We don't really have a guest bedroom, just the room that used to be Mike's room. Mike loves Mom, you can tell by the way they kiss. I'm not saying he doesn't love anyone else, but he has a special bond with his mommy, just like I have with my daddy. It's a different type of bond than the one Mike and I share, but just as strong, if not stronger.

They kissed and touched, and I got to see my mom having sex, which is a treat. She doesn't look her age, very MILF. Her breasts are bigger than mine, as are her hips, and she's not as skinny as I am because she's not doing manual labor all day I imagine, but she's not gotten saggy or flabby really. I would definitely do her if I could. Since I can't, I have to do it vicariously.

Mike didn't need any help getting hard, but he spent a little time giving Mom's muff some attention with fingers and tongue. He knows better than to try anything fancy, especially not having to do with her asshole. But he can still get her motor running. She lay back and sighed and smiled. Unlike at Aunt Jenny's, we didn't talk. After a few minutes they both just knew they were ready, and they lay down beside one another, her back to him, and he guided his manhood up from behind to spear her pussy. Both Dad and Mike claim she is still tight even after four kids. I wouldn't put it past her. They made love slowly like that, holding each other, gasping, shifting, thrusting. When Mom came I could only tell by the flush in her skin and the look in her eyes.

I bowed out before too much longer because I was falling over sleepy and I had given myself a satisfactory cum with my fingers while watching. They stayed in bed together all night after Mike came, just slept in the bed side by side, embracing in their sleep. He said he was inside her almost all night. How sweet is that?

The next day I did have work, but only in the evening, so during the day (well, be fair, afternoon) Mike and I were all by ourselves. I knew by that point about James' new friend and Mike knew I was hurting for some butt loving, so he suggested that we head down to the rumpus room and get started. We brought the lube, a toy or two, and a movie just in case, and set up the cushions for maximum comfort. Then I just lay down over a pile of them with my butt in the air and he went to town. I guess he hadn't had much in a while either, or he was just glad to see me. He massaged lube all over me, not just my holes but the cheeks, the small of my back, my hips and thighs, all over. It was very stimulating to be touched and massaged, and my brother has the magic touch.

Then he lubed up his cock and while he did that he used his other hand to slip a large dildo into my cunny. The pressure against my insides was incredible, lying like that, and he started spinning it around which set me off. Then as he kept spinning and I started cumming he pressed his meat into my chute, which just sent me higher. There's something about having a nice O which is interrupted by a cock in your ass that really turns me on.

He didn't start fucking until I came down, but then he really began working me. It really had been too long since I had a cock up my butt, my brother or otherwise, and he is really good too. I came again almost immediately from the pressure of him and the dildo combined; it really was the closest I can get to DP with only one guy. And it's much better if you've only got one guy to have him in your ass, ladies. Put a vibe in your cunt and let it vibrate both of you, or just stuff your cunt so full that he's bumping into the dildo with every thrust. The wall between pussy and anus is a tremendous erogenous zone that often gets ignored.

He couldn't quite make it to a third O for his sis before he crashed in one last time, seemed like he was bottoming out in my stomach, and came. I usually can't feel it when guys cum in my ass, which is the only thing I can say negatively about anal. Of course, after they cum, unless it's such a small amount that it's not even worth calling cum, I can usually feel it sloshing around inside my ass a little, and that turns me on. Mike knows I love that, so once he was done he pulled out and popped in a buttplug before I even realized what he was doing. Such a sweetie.

After I was bunged up I could get up, and I was a little bow-legged, so I just lay on my side in the pillows and we put on the movie. Don't remember what it was; something we'd seen a bunch of times before, because we knew we would probably have to stop. I was keeping an eye on the clock, and once Mike started to toy with the dildo which was still rammed up my cunt, I told him to leave the movie on and fuck me again, to keep track of time. We had plenty but I wanted to get changed and shower before I left.

He hoisted me up onto the pillows again, like the big strong guy he is (I melt when he does stuff like that, even though I'm not usually a sucker for beefcake), carefully pulled out the plug, and with my ass very wide now pressed in again. It's always a shock to be anally penetrated, at least it always is for me, and I suspect it's that shock that turns some people off. But I love it, and I think that if I ever stopped feeling that first shock, I might have to give up anal. Probably no one would want to fuck my ass anyway at that point because it would be stretched too far.

He rutted me again face down and this time I tried hard to clench down on him without spewing out any of the cum already inside me. Clenching is hard when you're stuffed full in both holes, and if you're trying not to spill at the same time, it becomes hard not to climax, for me anyway. I came once the first time I tried to clench, and then when he saw I was cumming he pressed in as deep as he could get and started working away with the dildo below, which just kept me going. I missed at least five minutes of the movie I was cumming so hard. I guess I'm just fairly orgasmic.

After that I just lay there and let him fuck me, and he came again after a bit. I could just begin to feel the growing puddle of cum inside me when he finished. He plopped out, the plug plopped back in, but I was having so much fun in my current position that I just stayed there, listening to the movie and feeling my brother's cum seep into my stomach, or at least believing that's what it was doing. I didn't think we'd have enough time for a third round, and Mike wanted me to keep the plug in while I was at work, but I convinced him that I couldn't. I showered and went to work, and I swear I felt a few drops of cum gurgling around in my colon all evening. It was a nice feeling, let me tell you.

When I got home it was late and Mike was the only one up. He said he and Mom and Dad had eaten, and then Dad asked if Mike had anything left, which is a dumb question. Unless he's totally out of it, Mike can easily manage four in a sitting, let alone in a day. They went upstairs and Mom gave oral attention to Mike while Dad fucked her from behind, then once he'd cum Mike hopped in and kept Mom's train on the rails for another half hour or so.

I figured after that and what with the time he wouldn't have anything left for me, but he kissed me and led me to bed. We did something a bit abnormal for both of us, and I mounted him and lay on his chest and we slowly fucked and fell asleep. I only came once and Mike drifted off right after he spurted into my pussy, but it was a great way to end a great day.

Yes, this is long and play-by-play, but I'm having fun. You want to complain, wait a while and I'll finish. But it's been so long since I'd seen Mike that I like remembering it all. And there are still more things to come. Maybe a little repetitive, but I'm going to tell them anyway.

Describe Me

Since I'm not giving in on the whole "make my pictures larger so stalkers and the FBI can tell who I am" front, I thought I'd tell everyone what I look like so you can picture me in your mind. It's better that way anyway, because I don't have to airbrush out any unsightly moles or ugly wrinkles.

Hell, let's make it official. It is my first official question, after all.

"What do you look like, Lexi?" -Rio

Well Rio and other people who have asked in the past back when I didn't have this site or pictures to show, I'm a redhead, natural but I do like to fool with the color. I've tried henna, dyes, streaking, highlights, all that stuff, but I like to be red, so basically all I do is try to bring out the natural look a little. And yes, before you ask, collar and cuffs match; I'm a redhead all over my body.

Speaking of that, I do shave, although sometimes I leave a little decoration, but lately I've been shaving bald. My pubes are kind of prickly when they grow in anyway, and they grow fairly slowly, so it's just best for me to shave it all. I have from an early age, although I did let them grow in at first just to prove I had them.

I'm tall: 6 foot plus in heels, which I hardly ever wear. I have long legs and small feet for my size. My hands are large for a woman though. My skin really is as pale as it looks in pictures, mostly because I burn rather than tan, but also because I spend a lot of my time sleeping during the day and up at night, in dark buildings. No, I'm not a vampire or a goth.

I won't give you all my measurements because a gal's got to have a few secrets, but I will let you know that I have 34B breasts with small, very perky nipples which enjoy attention. Nipples, pussy, lips, and asshole are all pink, no tan or brown there. I try not to obsess over appearances or weight, but I hover between athletically skinny and more well-rounded, depending usually on my job. If I'm really busy, I tend not to eat and I lose weight. If I'm out of work or without a steady gig, I tend to put it back on. I've never been flabby, but I don't work out and there are some spots which probably could use some toning if I ever could spare the attention. I'm attracted to the abdomen in women so I tend to obsess over my own.

I have no tattoos at present, and I'm not likely to get one that makes me look like a skank. I'm not into tats on the small of the back or around the belly button; trashy. I might one day get a tattoo on my shoulder or arm or ankle, but I don't have the money for one thing. It wouldn't be a butterfly or heart or anything like that either. I'm thinking maybe "kallisti," and if you get that reference, good for you. If not, don't sweat it.

I'm not good at evaluating my own face, and you can see bits of it in the various pics I've posted, so I'll just leave it at that. I wear my hair long most of the time, although in college I did cut it shorter. When I was younger I used to wear pigtails, and sometimes I do just to feel girly. I don't have time to paint my nails or worry about manicures or pedicures, sorry if you've got that fetish. I actually don't have any unsightly moles or wrinkles that I know about, but who knows, maybe I didn't look hard enough. I don't spend hours in the mirror.

I said athletic earlier but I'm not really. I've got muscles from my job, but I'm no body builder or runner or anything like that. There are parts of me, like I said, that could use toning. My ass doesn't sag and neither do my breasts, my tummy is flat enough for most people, my hips and thighs are pretty strong from all the exercise they get lifting things and also other, more fun things. I do exercise my vaginal and anal muscles because it's fun and it winds my crank, and maybe that spills over into other muscles too, I don't know.

So yeah, that's me. Anything else I can describe that I've left out, drop me a line and I'll add another post if I've missed something.

Thanksgiving Part II

I know, I left you all hanging. Sorry. I'm not Superwoman, so I had to go do something else after that part. Actually, I had to masturbate. My cunny was juicing something terrible and ruining my chair, so I had to do something about that. And then I got sleepy. But I'm back now.

Anyway, I was a little light-headed and wobbly, also cold, but we made it into the house. Aunt Jenny has a nice place; her husband was fairly wealthy and she didn't do too badly either. She used to be a teacher but then she had to quit because of her various medical issues, so she started doing consulting for educational firms and made way more money that way, which is sort of depressing when you think about it. But still, she and my uncle did pretty well, so they have a nice house, and unlike my family which is very cluttered and has four kids, she cleans regularly.

I said that she was like my family, and actually my late uncle was like my family too. My parents and my aunt and uncle swapped partners a few times, but I don't think that Uncle Brian was totally comfortable with kids, which is probably why they never had any. They used to have us over when I was younger and the adults would all go upstairs to do their thing and leave the kids to do ours. Aunt Jenny was much more interested in experimenting than her husband, and sometimes she would visit us while he was still alive. She didn't have a lot of practice with other women, but she loved to join in with the kids and pick up pointers.

Then a few years ago Uncle Brian died of cancer. He was older than her by probably ten years or more but it was still pretty sudden. It hit her hard and we were afraid she wouldn't make it, but we've been trying to spend more time with her to keep her spirits up. It worries my dad that she's all alone in her house, and he goes to visit her by himself sometimes. I'm pretty sure Uncle Sam comes to visit her too, when he can, although he's much farther away.

Aunt Jenny's very skinny, skinniest woman in the family, because of her health, but she's always been petite. She's the shortest too, which is funny because her brothers are both very tall. But then again my brother is short. I don't understand genes. She went gray at an early age, and I don't remember her ever being another color, but I think she was a redhead when she was younger. Gray suits her though, very elegant, kind of like that character from The Incredibles.

Her head isn't that big, but the hair is just as classy. She's a little bit of an aging hippy, so she wears loose flowing dresses and has her hair long, but she shaves or waxes her entire body because all the men in her life prefer smooth skin. She's not devious like Mirage, and she's got a higher voice, but picture a nicer, hippier version of Mirage and you'll have a fair idea.

Anyway, she must have been watching us from inside because when she came in she scolded my father about the neighbors and keeping his daughter out in the cold. He just smiled and let his cock wave back and forth, and she grinned and knelt down to clean him off. I think she was really just scolding him for not saving up for her.

Aunt Jenny was already naked in anticipation of her family arriving, and she looked a little thin. I think she's been having real problems, but of course she won't admit it. Still, she's got life in her, which she proved by switching from Dad to me, hiking up my skirt and sucking his cream out of my pussy before it could drip on the floor. Like I said, clean. It was nice to have a woman, even an inexperienced woman, tonguing my slit and I stood there and enjoyed it for a minute, then when she was done I joined the rest of my family in the nude. She knows I like cum, so she saved up some in her mouth and kissed me and let me taste it too.

Then we waited around for a few minutes while she bustled around in the kitchen. Mom and I tried to help but she shooed us away. She really doesn't want to admit she's having problems, and for now we let her. Dinner was good, if you like Thanksgiving food which I do not. I'm more interested in ethnic food, and Thanksgiving is so white-bread. But Aunt Jenny cooks it well, so I enjoyed it anyway.

If you've never eaten at a table naked, you should try it, because it's interesting. If you drop food in your lap it's a strange feeling, and spilling on yourself takes on a new meaning. And if you've got someone else who is willing to help you clean up spills, well then that's interesting too. I think my Dad spilled gravy on his chest on purpose, and I know the mashed potatoes I dropped in my lap were intentional. Mike grinned when I asked him to help me out. He likes mashed potatoes, and they're better with a little of my gravy.

Other than that though, dinner was normal. After dinner we retired to the living room for coffee and desert, but no one was ready for more food just yet. In fact, no one was ready for much of anything except my mom, who's a light eater. We all sat and talked for a while, then Mom knelt down in front of my father and started giving him a bj. We're so used to that that we just kept talking like it was perfectly normal, but eventually Dad stopped Mom and asked his sister if she was ready for some desert. She laughed and got on her knees on the carpet in front of him. My aunt has great carpet too, which she says is stain resistant (which is good because it must get pretty stained when we come over) but also is soft and doesn't give rug burns (also nice). She leaned over the ottoman and waggled her skinny butt in the air, and Dad got down behind her and slowly eased into her cunt.

What's great about this family is that we kept talking, Aunt Jenny a little breathlessly. We caught up, talked about politics, art, that kind of thing, all while we watched Dad and his sister slowly, passionately make love in front of us. Mike's cock was rock hard and he stroked it absently every so often, but he wouldn't let me touch it. Finally I had to ask him what was going on.

He said he was saving it up for me, that he had been blueballing himself for a few days in preparation. He used to do that when we were younger, jack off until he almost came, then let it subside, then do it again until he built up a huge load, then find me and fill me with it. I guess he was remembering how nice that was. I remembered too and kissed him and told him that I loved him but that I couldn't stand the suspense.

Dad told him that the sooner he got through with me the sooner his mother and aunt could have some fun with him, which was only fair. All this while plowing my aunt, who was no longer talking, just cumming silently, her breathing fast and loud but no moans or screams. She's always been quiet. I guess her little body doesn't have anything in it for loud orgasms, but Dad says she cums hard. She certainly seems to.

Mike made a show of having to be convinced, like he wasn't really interested, but when I lay back beside Aunt Jenny and spread my legs, he was between then like a shot. I was plenty lubed up from all the excitement, and he was raring to go, so he gently but firmly slipped it into me. It was fantastic finally having my brother inside me after so long. It really is more than just physical; we have a spiritual bond or something. His cock feels totally different than any other guy's.

He started slow, working into me, bottoming out and then pumping in further, his stomach pressed against the cradle of my hips, his thighs between mine. I wrapped my legs around his back and he just kept pressing, deeper and deeper, like he wanted to shove his whole body into my cunt. And we were chest to chest and kissing, our eyes locked, just loving every minute.

I didn't cum, just gradually built up, until he got a frantic look in his eyes and started moving faster, like he couldn't hold back. I think he was disappointed that he hadn't made me cum, but when he finally thrust home and began to spunk, the force of it made me cum. It was amazing, not like when my dad filled me (which was also good but this was amazing because it had been so long). I felt like I was a balloon filling with water. The spurts and spasms inside me were extreme, more than enough to drive me over the edge. It felt like he had cum a bucket when he finally stopped and sighed and pulled out. I love my brother, he makes me feel so great.

Aunt Jenny and Dad were still at it, a little harder now but just as beautiful. There are few things more beautiful than loving sex, I truly believe that. And this was really loving sex. She asked if she could clean up, so my brother went over and stood beside her and she cleaned him off, then she said, "Lexi?"

It was hard for me to move from where I was, and there was cum all over my pussy, my stomach, my inner thighs. The cum just spurted out all over the place. I couldn't get up without leaking the rest of it, so Aunt Jenny and my dad gingerly made their way from the ottoman to the floor in front of me, and then Dad started rutting again from behind while Aunt Jenny haltingly cleaned me up too. The feeling of her tongue on my flesh built me up before she even made it to my pussy, and once she did, experienced or not, I had a nice clean-up O while she licked out all the cream. Either there was a lot of it (which there was) or she enjoyed being there (which she did) because she stayed with her head between my legs for a long time, occasionally having to break off as an orgasm rushed through her. Dad really was taking his time, and Aunt Jenny is very orgasmic.

I enjoyed myself, but I also enjoyed when I saw that Mom and Mike had come over to join us. She lay down beside me and we talked with Dad while Mike ate her out for a while, then when he was ready he got up and mounted her. The four of us talked, with interruptions of course, until Dad finally stiffened and grunted and Aunt Jenny got the satisfied smile of a woman who's just been filled with cum. It's like the cat with the canary, and if you've never seen it, you're missing out.

Dad let me move to clean Aunt Jenny while he gave his wife desert. Mom must not mind pussy juices, because she'll clean him up after other women without complaint. Aunt Jenny was spiralling down from an orgasm when I got to her, but once I rolled her over and got some fingers and tongue involved, I managed to wind her back up again. She tastes very clean too, just a hint of musk and sweetness to her pussy.

Mike must have filled Mom when I wasn't paying attention, because the next thing I knew Aunt Jenny was cleaning him off. Mom always sees to her own pussy, obviously, and she was dipping her fingers into it, extracting the cream, and licking it up with relish. She and my dad sat back on the couch and started talking again, then Aunt Jenny finally shooed me away and asked for pie requests. So then we had pie. I wish I could say that we had some cream on top, because that would have been sexy, but at that point both my dad and brother were spent.

After pie and coffee it was getting dark, so everyone was putting clothes back on, but my brother said he couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Aunt Jenny. She needs as much attention as she can get, so we sat back, clothed, and Aunt Jenny and Mike kissed for a few minutes, hands all over the place. He was hard again after a few moments of this, and she was obviously still well-lubed, so since we were all sitting they sat too, him on the bottom and her in front of him. She can't be very acrobatic because of her health, but she straddled him facing away and eased down onto him, and we were all treated to the sight of his cock pressing up into the space between her bent legs.

We talked some more, Mike diddled Aunt Jenny's clit until she came, then he must have known we had to leave soon, so he didn't last as long as usual. When he pulled out she didn't really even leak, which is a sign of how tired he must have been after satisfying all three women. I'm glad I got first dibs, although I think Mom was perfectly happy with his performance. Then he put his clothes on, we all kissed goodbye, with Dad doing some very deep kissing, and promised to meet again at Christmas. Then back into the cold car we went.

Thanksgiving Part I

Okay, cooked dinner and now I'm back. The last post was kind of whiny and drama-queen, so I'm going to spoil everyone by stepping in my time machine and travelling back a few weeks to Thanksgiving. Pretend I was writing this back then rather than now. Or just deal with the fact that I've been busy lately. Either way.

As I said, my brother showed up on Wednesday night, right after I finished posting things, I guess, because otherwise I would have written about it. He said he was exhausted from the trip, so I let him off with a warning. He's lucky Mom was already asleep, because I doubt she would have been so nice. Actually, we're both lucky, for reasons I shall go into later. He crawled off to bed and I felt unbelievably lonely without him. So I caught him just as he was going to sleep and asked if he would mind if I slept with him. He just smiled and told me to climb aboard. I must confess, I was hoping that he had just been playing hard to get, but he was out like a light, although his arms around me did help a lot. We spooned all night, and I felt all warm and fuzzy.

We slept late and had to rush to get out of the house, because we were all going to Aunt Jenny's for Thanksgiving dinner, which for some reason has to be held in the afternoon, and since she's a couple of hours away, that means we all had to get up earlier than I would have liked, what with it being my first day off in a week. Theatre people don't get weekends. I don't see why Aunt Jenny can't come to our house, since there's only one of her. She's a few years younger than my dad and she's got some problems with health and such. Her husband died a few years ago and since then, actually since before then, we've been going to her house for Thanksgiving. Sometimes she comes to us for Christmas. But since my mother hates cooking Thanksgiving and Aunt Jenny loves it, we go there. I still wish we could have stayed home.

Anyway, we piled in the car, the kids in the back like we were still kids, and started driving. Poor Mike had been on the road at this point for too long, but I tried to cheer him up. He didn't laugh at jokes, didn't want to play stupid car games, but when I gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered that I wasn't wearing any panties, he perked up a little. I was wearing this cute little outfit, red turtleneck, green plaid skirt which I think was left over from high school (a thought which fills me with girlish pride that I'm still able to pull that look off, much less fit into the skirt), which I had altered to be much shorter than is usually allowable in a Catholic school. And I wasn't wearing any panties or bra, largely because I knew that once we made it to Aunt Jenny's we could all get naked again anyway. Aunt Jenny is very much like my family, and I'll get to her a little later on in the story.

He reached over to see whether I was telling the truth, and once he found that I wasn't his eyes lit up like the Mike I love and he scooted a little closer to me. Mom and Dad were talking up front, and the two kids started making out in the back. Mike's cock got rock hard in his pants but every time I tried to touch it he scolded me and told me to wait. I didn't know why he said that, but when his nimble fingers plunged into both my holes and his tongue cut off my talking I didn't argue. Mom was driving and she must have caught a glimpse in the rear-view because she said with a laugh that if we didn't calm down she was turning the car around and going home.

I guess we could have been a little more careful, since it was broad daylight and anyone who looked into the car would have seen two people making out in the back seat. It wasn't likely that anyone would know we were brother and sister, or that our parents were watching from the front, but still, it could have been awkward. In fact, at a certain point when he couldn't stop himself, Mike had my blouse up and was suckling at my breasts, and there was no way anyone could have missed that. I guess there were some people on the road who got a show. I hope they liked it.

Mike gave me a short O with his fingers and then unbuckled so he could get down where the action was. His cunnilingus technique is more brutal than Mari's and less adventurous than Sheri's, but very nice, and he knows just where to hit me so I go all wobbly. The back seat of a car is not the recommended place to practice perfect oral ministrations, but it was nice. Mom told me to keep my legs off her head while she was driving, but we managed it. I was hard-pressed to understand why Mike didn't want to get some quid pro quo, just to warm him up for later. I didn't expect to fuck in the car; that's a task for younger people. But I would have liked to have blown him.

As it was, once I came down from my second, much longer orgasm Dad told Mom she had to stop the car. He was sitting in the front seat with his cock poking up and stroking it. It was drooling precum and he looked like he needed some relief bad. So Mom found a deserted stretch of road and, cold as it was, pulled over. Dad came around the car, but Mom laughed and waved him back to the rear door. He's such a goof, he motioned for me to roll down the window, his cock was bumping into it, and despite the cold it was still very hard. I giggled and Mike groaned and I rolled the window down and he stuck his beef tube into the car like we were at a drive through window. I opened my mouth and started sucking. I really wanted to fuck, right there, and after a few minutes I stopped and told him that if he wanted any more he was going to have to put it inside me, because it was too damn cold outside.

It took some shuffling but Mike got in the front seat and Dad got in the back and I sat on his lap sidesaddle. That's a hard position to pull off in any case, and in a car it's really hard. But Dad was hard too, and it felt really good pressing up into me. Frankly the show for anyone who passed our car would have been spectacular, with my bare chest out for all to see. We started driving again, and I swear the time passed so quickly that we got to Aunt Jenny's before Dad or I had come. We just enjoyed the trip, occasionally shifting, me squirming my butt down on him or him pressing up against me. I let my brother suck on my fingers and then sucked them too, let him reach around behind him and cop a feel, but for some reason he didn't feel left out. I think we could have all three climbed into the back, but later on I understood what was going on (and so will you, I hope, eventually).

Anyway, we pulled into Aunt Jenny's driveway and Dad said he wished he had come earlier so he could be ready for his sister. But instead of just pulling out and being ready for her (I wouldn't have minded, after all, it's his sister) he helped me out of the car, handed me my jacket, and as I was about to go inside told me to hold on a minute, then got out too. He pressed me into the car and got behind me and pushed in and started rutting me hard, and all I can say is that it made all the other exhibitionism of the day pale by comparison. My aunt lives in a town, not out in the country, and I bet someone must have seen something, since we weren't hidden really at all from one side. But Dad was jonesing for his fix and I'll admit that I was too, so I let him fuck me from behind until he tensed up and blasted me with a shot of white. He had been pent up, because it was strong stuff, felt it all the way through me. It was one of those times when Dad's length lets him bump right into my cervix and then he shoots cum into me and it feels like it's going right into my womb.

Once the shooting stopped he pulled out, kissed me and told me that he'd let Aunt Jenny do the cleanup. Then he walked me in after Mike and my mom.

I Get To Choose

Since no one comments on this blog about what they want to hear about, I get to choose. And I'm going to choose James first. It's shorter, and I'm feeling lazy.

James has a crush on this girl in school, and I've been coaching him through it. Not the actions of a woman who wants to have more sex with him, I warrant, but like I said, it's healthier for both of us if he moves on. So over Thanksgiving he finally asked her out, and she said yes. He wanted me to tag along, but I was busy and besides, that seemed a little creepier than I'm willing to be. The Lexi creep-o-meter was rising on that one. Yes, I do have a meter. I have several, actually. If I could get gaydar I'd be all set, but I'm not much good at picking out gay guys, or gals for that matter, probably because the theatre ruins it. I don't know. I'm just not good at it.

Anyway, he went out on a date and they hit it off, which I think is great. About time he was hooking up with some kids his own age. And I'm a little jealous, I won't lie, but only because of the physical stuff. But the physical stuff is the problem, because James still seems pretty attached to me, and that's not something I want to have happen. He needs to get over me. But he seems to think that it's okay for him to be seeing her and banging me at the same time. I had hoped it would work out better than that. And I admit a little bit of frustration that we haven't been able to do the anal thing, which I was looking forward to. But now I don't think I can, because whether or not he thinks this relationship with her is open, I still don't feel comfortable with it.

He's going on another date with her at some point soon, but I'm afraid that unless she puts out pretty quickly, he's going to get bored with her. I know, I'm probably worrying a little too much, and I'm not saying that she should put out right away just to keep him. I do that, but I don't recommend it. But damnit I thought it would be a little easier. No, wait, I didn't at all. I thought it was a bad idea from the get-go, and now I'm depressed because I was right.

Maybe I should cut him off, stop it dead in its tracks. Or maybe I should have him over as soon as I can and make the time to have our little fun evening I've been planning, and then maybe I can cut him off. Or maybe I should go out with both of them, try to smooth things over. Who knows, maybe I should try to seduce her too. Then we could have a threesome and... no, not a good plan. I have a dirty lack of impulse control. I should probably just cut him off, explain to him about all this. Of course, the first time we hooked up I explained, and it didn't do any good.

I think I'm just a little disappointed because I had hoped that James would be more adult about this, get a new girlfriend and then be faithful to her. But he's a young man, and young men are looking for pussy, and if he thinks he can get it from me while he's dating her, then he will. What a drag.

So yeah, I've been choosing the option of having him over again because I think deep down I've known that I wasn't going to be able to. So I think I'm stringing him on. We haven't seen each other face to face in probably two weeks. Maybe it's better that way. I know that after Thanksgiving, it was a lot easier to be busy. I'll talk about that next.

Sick and Tired

That's not as in, "I'm sick and tired of you damned kids running up and down the stairs," but rather as in unwell and sleepy. I should be in bed right now, and in a minute I will be. But I'm a slave to you, you know.

So I won't go into graphic details, but the sick part of the equation, rather than the tired part, is why James and I aren't together this weekend. Let's just say that too much has been going out to make anything going in be pleasant for anyone. That was really more graphic than I wanted, but you deserve the truth. I have a stomach ailment.

It's funny because I'm a gal who doesn't have to stop for her period. I know there are a lot of guys out there who aren't into the rag, but I don't even make them worry about it. Not interested in my pussy because Mother Nature has decided she wants to make women undesirable but still horny once a month? Well then the back door is open for business. But when it comes to stomach bugs, which I get more often than I should, the most I can do is masturbate, because I'm not sticking anything anywhere. And orgasms are hard to achieve in this state, so I'm strung out from lack of them.

Actually, I find that orgasms are good for PMS and for cramps and bloating. And I do get horny around that time of the month. My dad, bless his heart, doesn't mind as long as there's no mess to clean up, so we fuck in the shower. My brother takes the anal route. Mari and I feel the same way, which is that it's a pain in the ass (well, not the ass, but areas nearby) but we're not going diving when there's red tide in the pool (I'm loving that metaphor). Sheri actually likes red tide, which I think is probably the one thing she can't talk me into. Not into scat, not into menstruation, wish the former would be more regular and the latter would disappear.

Okay, so I'm bitching now, but I'm tired and too sick to be erotic. Just wanted to let you all know that the stories are coming, just probably not for the remainder of the weekend. And yes, it's entirely possible that I'm PMSing right now, but the stomach thing is worse. Much worse. Plus no anal in sight, which makes it even worse.

A Quickie

I don't really have time to go into a long post, because I'm busier than a beaver in a strip club filled with confused bestialists. I just made myself laugh.

But it's only fair that I warn you that when I get the time, I have a long post brewing about Thanksgiving, so we'll step into the Wayback machine for that. I don't want to spoil it, but I will say that my brother did show up for Thanksgiving, actually for more than Thanksgiving. He came in late Wednesday night and left Sunday afternoon.

And then there's stuff with James which I also have to talk about. I think it's all going to work out just fine, so that's good. He still hasn't had the pleasure, but I think this weekend we might be able to find time. I know, I've been leading you on like that for weeks, but trust me, I have been just as led on and just as disappointed when the weekend rolled around and there was nothing doing.

My sister also has told me some stories which I really should share, and I think I can share a few of them. Actually, the stories come from both sisters. And I've been spending a little quality time with Mom, because I think sometimes she's jealous that Dad and I get to spend so much time together. Of course, we're fucking, but Mom and I can still spend time. We talk, and she's shared some stories too.

As a preview, I think I'll talk a little bit about my Mom, and then I've got to cut you all off again for a while. Apparently Mom was more adventurous when she was younger. We both think it was probably because of her childhood. It's healthy for her to talk about it, but it's painful too. Anyway, she was more adventurous than I gave her credit for originally. Apparently after her father started raping her she obviously got fairly messed up in the head (she's not anymore, at least not more than normal) and started seeing sex as something she was supposed to be providing to anyone who asked. And if they didn't beat her, well then she was in heaven. I know, it's weird and tragic and all that.

She didn't even know about birth control until way after she started being raped, and even then she obviously wasn't going to get her father to use a condom and she didn't really care. She says that she's not into anal because it reminds her too much of that time in her life. But at a certain point I guess she was willing to do pretty much anything to anybody. It's a miracle she survived, really.

While she was in school she was the school slut (just like me and Sheri, but in a creepy unpleasant way), and then once she was kicked out of her house, she had to fuck to stay alive, essentially. She blew cops to stay out of trouble, fucked the landlord to keep up with the rent, and got a job that would let her spend as much time as possible on her back making extra money. She's done stuff I haven't done, and while I'm not saying that's a good thing, she's made peace with most of it. So she's given me some good advice and some pointers. For instance, one evening we pulled out a dildo and she showed me some really great tricks with her throat on a cock. I'm going to have to practice them, because they are dynamite. I won't share family secrets, but she can actually make her throat vibrate on a cock. Its amazing.

Well, that's enough talk about bonding. I really don't have enough time to tell all the stories I want to tell, so until next time, keep waiting and I promise they'll be told soon.

More Wishful Thinking

While I'm wishing for stuff, I wish I had a twin. Actually, an identical twin would be great, but even a fraternal twin who was a boy would kick ass.

Why? Well, if I had an identical twin, for one thing we could make all kinds of money doing porn. There are some identical twins out there, but we'd be harder core. Doesn't the thought of two hot redheaded identical twins fucking make you excited?

For another, I'd love to fuck myself. I mean, I do all the time, but I meant in more of an out-of-body-experience type way. Someone once said that narcissism is really just being able to say you'd fuck yourself. Well, then I guess I'm pretty narcissistic, because if I weren't me, I'd be all over me. And if I had a twin, then I could do that.

But no matter if my twin was a boy or a girl, the best part would be that I think fucking a twin would be the ultimate sexual experience. Twins are supposed to have that bond, right? So that bond would make the sex great. Incest is already great, and I bet twincest would be even better.

Anyone out there have a twin whom they're fucking? I'd love to hear about it. I can't really decide whether I would prefer to have a brother or sister twin. Maybe triplets so I could have both. Now if I could get together three of me, we'd be the hottest thing in porn. We'd be millionaires.

Now I'm jealous of triplets too. Way to go, Lexi, you've made yourself unhappy.