So Much Excitement, So Little Time

I don't have time for a long post at all. But I'll run down the highlights. We're expecting Sheri home any time now, and she said she's staying until Mike leaves, after New Years. I warned her that it would be boring, but she said she and Mike and I would make it exciting.

Sveta came over yesterday for most of the day, so I didn't get shit done, and now I'm behind. Mike had to stay clear all day, which was killing him. I almost blabbed, at least about Mike, but I couldn't get up the balls (so to speak) to do it. So Sveta and Mike and I watched a movie, pretty awkwardly I might add, and then she and I went to my room and used all that pent-up tension to have a couple of hours of furious lovemaking. I bet Mike was peeking while we did it, but I never caught him.

So after Sveta left, Mike was on me like a fly on honey. He wore me out last night, shot three sizable loads inside me, and we fell asleep together. I woke up this morning to find him feeling me up in my sleep, and got a wake-up call from the desk clerk between his legs shortly thereafter. Then, well, during and after, we talked about Sveta. He's of the opinion that she already knows and is just playing dumb. He thinks I could introduce the idea easily enough by mentioning that Mike thought she was attractive too, and maybe things would go from there. It's not that strange to fix up my brother and my girlfriend, he'd have me believe. He's horny and stupid.

I'm just too scared. I don't want to fuck up a good thing. Even though it would be hot as hell for Mike to fuck her, and it would probably be good for her too, and then it would definitely be easy enough to tell her that I fuck Mike as well. I just don't think I can risk it.

Well, he's here for a few more days, maybe it will happen. Probably not. I'm venting now, so I'll close. Once Sheri's here, I doubt I'll have any time for blogging. So if I don't get to say it before, Happy 2009!

Merry Christmas

I hope everyone's day goes well and that you all spend time with loved ones in whatever way you choose. Me, I've spent time with loved ones in the way I chose, and it was time well-spent, I might add. I won't get to see Sveta today, but maybe tomorrow. And I heard rumblings that Sheri will be visiting between now and New Years, although I'm afraid she'll find the New Years festivities much less exciting than she likes. I can't afford to visit her though, so if I have to be bored, then so does she. Unless she doesn't show up until later, or earlier, or something.

Anyway, it was a gift-light year, what with the economics of the situation, but there was lots of love to go around anyway. Even now, there is food being prepared, and after dinner maybe some family time. I already got the gift of DP earlier today from my two favorite guys in the world, so I'll settle for one if Mom wants the other.

I gave Mike a buttplug, which drew some looks from the parents, but they didn't say anything. I'm still trying to get together the time to properly introduce him to a strap-on. Then, if he likes that too, he can go from there. I think he'll get over his hangups and find a guy to boff his brains out. I hope he takes pictures, because I want to see that.

I got candy, a book, and two DVDs. No toys this year, but that's okay; I hardly ever play with most of the ones I have anyway.

Fuck it, I'm going to find Mike and sneak in some more loving before dinner. Have a happy Yule, with logs aplenty!

200

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Crap, last post was the 200th and I let it pass without comment.

Well, now that I've had some time... I present to you my commemoration of 200 posts. I don't know where I'll go from here; maybe nowhere. You'll have seen everything but my face, and I'm not planning on showing that off. Oh well, cross that bridge when we come to it.

Mike and I did this yesterday with some lipstick and speed. Mike said it was hard to write, particularly the middle 0, and thus the penmanship sucks. I had to stay like that the entire time, because otherwise my butt would smush the letters and ruin the message. He had to draw a bigger 0 around the middle and some got on my cunt too. I still have lipstick down there, I think. But it's not the first time; I was eaten out by my sister once when she was wearing way too much lipstick, and I didn't even notice until the evening, when I reached down to feel myself up and brought up a pink finger.

Then, of course, Mike took the picture without telling me, and also without telling me took his dick and stuck it into my ass. I mean, I wasn't that surprised, but I was tight, as you may be able to see from the photo. We both wound up with lipstick all over various parts, and had to take a shower, and that led to another session, this time in my cunt. And today, my ass feels a little sore and raw, for which I'm blaming Mike's cock, but he insists must be the micro-particles in the lipstick. So never say I don't sacrifice for my readers, all three of them.

I guess I'm feeling kind of crazy recently, because my life just hasn't been going well enough that I care too much whether something bad comes along. So hell, I'm letting it all hang out. If Blogger shuts me down for having posted a small picture of my private parts, well then fuck Blogger! And if the FBI can figure out who I am, then I'm ready for them. I don't think I'm going to make a habit of posting more explicit material, because it's fun to tease, but here it is. My ass, with decorations.

I guess for 300, I'll have to get a picture of a cock sticking into me with 300 written on it in Sharpie. Yeah, we'll wait and see on that.

Early Christmas Presents

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Because Mike is home, I have his computer to work with, so I made you all two pretties:


They were taken with Mike's digital camera. I think they've got a real Christmas feel to them, what with the red and green, so I'm giving them to you because God knows whether I'll be able to post them actually on Christmas. So here they are now. I could say don't look at them until Christmas, but who's kidding whom? I even made them a little bigger. Only a little. I've got to draw the line somewhere, or else I'll be posting huge photos of my face and everyone will know who I am and I'll be arrested... not nice holiday thoughts; never mind.

I got these undies as a Christmas costume anyway. I think if Santa would change his dress-code (and hiring policies) we're onto a winner here, huh? I had to color-correct a bit to get both my hair and the undies the proper shades; the light was kind of yellowing everything out. Ain't I cute?

Enjoy, with holiday wishes of well-hung stockings stuffed with happiness and balls dangling from good tall trees. Also candy canes. Ooh, new post idea!

What a Day

As I promised, a little reportage concerning my activities yesterday once my brother got up.

Before he did, of course, Dad and I took our customary shower together. I tried to wash my cunt out fairly well afterward, just so Mike wouldn't have to content himself with sloppy seconds. Not that he minds at all; he's eaten me out with cum in my pussy, sometimes his, sometimes others. And frankly, I was looking for more action in the other hole. But I was also looking forward to lots of action, and I didn't want Mike to feel he had to keep out of any part of my anatomy.

He finally woke up and I was working, and he came in totally naked and waved his cock at me. I'm easily distracted, which is why I guess I don't get the work done I should. He waved me off of sucking, because he was already prepped, and right there on the floor we had our first time. He said he wanted to cum inside me once before anything else, so I guess it was a good thing I cleaned up a little. We made love missionary, which I haven't had in a while, and he didn't last as long as is customary, but he managed to get me over the edge before he unleashed what felt like a gallon of cum into my cunt. I really do love that the best; if I could just get together a bunch of guys I trusted, we could have a creampie party. And since we wouldn't be taping it, I wouldn't have to try to squeeze it out; I could just have one guy cum inside me and then the next guy take his place. My cunt would drown in cum by the time I was done.

Well, Dad came in while we were lying there and had some work to do, so it was a perfect opportunity to blow off my obligations and have a longer session with my brother. We adjourned to my room, which is much more comfortable, and I sucked Mike's cock back to readiness, and told him that I wanted him in my ass right away, and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

He plowed my ass just like I wanted, fingered my pussy while he was doing it, made me cum hard, then came in my ass. After that, we went to get some lunch. Mom of course took Mike away from me, and I had to go back to work, so I went back and did some more work while she and he were enjoying each other. I wasn't sure I'd get any more that day, and I was just preparing to take a break and write this when Mike showed up in the room again and asked me if I wanted a second go in either hole. And then Dad came in behind him, and they had been reading my mind. We went to my parents' bedroom, where Mom was lying reading a book. She just shifted over a little and let Mike lie down, then held his cock up for him while I eased my ass down on it until it was buried inside me. God, I really miss anal when I don't have it; having a cock in my ass is divine with a capital D.

Then Dad got between my legs and stuck his big cock up into me, and they double-fucked me for a while. Finally, I guess Mom was feeling anxious, and Mike was ready to cum, and I had already gone off a bunch of times, so Dad pulled out of me and went over to Mom, and she obligingly let him mount her and fuck her, her breasts rocking with each penetration. I wanted so bad to join in over there, but I didn't. Mike pulled out and flipped me over and then fucked my ass from behind until he came, and Mom was cumming beside me, and finally, after Mike and I had just laid back and watched, Dad grunted and came. The man's like a porn star; he can fuck forever without cumming.

And then we were all tired, and dinner needed to be made, and I had more work, so I didn't get around to writing this until now. And now, I've got to dash anyway because the work still isn't getting done, and if I don't do it, I'll never have enough time to try out some anal toys with Mike. So toodles, I'm through procrastinating.

Wait, no I'm not, because Mike's up. So I'm through procrastinating for this, and now I'm going to procrastinate with my brother.

Mike's Home

He got home last evening, ate dinner, went straight to bed. Finals kicked his ass, I guess. And the drive. And he's still asleep. So no fun stuff to report. But believe me, there will be. The second he's awake, probably. And I keep getting the impression that Sheri will be coming for the holidays too, maybe just a couple of days, but we keep telling her to haul her ass down here. So if the three of us kids collide, sparks will fly, of that you can be sure.

Weekend Update

Because I'm in the theatre, weekends mean very little to me. But some things have happened since I last posted. I don't have energy to go into tremendous detail, but I'll give a precis of the pertinent data.

Sveta and I took a bath together Saturday morning. She came over Friday night, late, because I had work, and we made love and then I fell asleep. She said she didn't, but I was out like a light. But I woke up and she was sleeping next to me, and that was nice. When we both felt like getting up, we went and took a bath together, which was also very nice. I had a sneaking wish that my father would barge in on us, not knowing she was there. But he didn't. Still it was a great way to start the day. Then unfortunately she had to go home and work on homework and college stuff, and I had work to do too. I miss her when she's gone. It's so nice to have another girl around the house, especially one as sexy as she is.

I spoke with Gwen at some point this weekend, don't remember when. I hadn't talked to her in a while, so it was nice. She's living in the big city now (won't tell you which one), making more money than I expected. She said I should visit. I said I'd love to, but I didn't have the money or time right at the moment. She reminded me of a few stories that I've got to try to remember to tell. She doesn't seem like she's changed that much; still sounds incredibly sexy, still wild and crazy. I would really love to visit her. I think we'd have so much fun it'd be illegal.

I spoke with Kate too. She was at the theater one evening, and we had a quick chat. She knows I've been busy, but she says she and her family miss me, and she grabbed my ass and groped me. It was hard to go back to work after that; I wanted to drag her into a quiet corner right then and there. But I'll get the chance.

Mike is supposedly coming home for Christmas. I'm trying to talk Sheri into visiting too. Mari is pretty far away, and she's got the whole girlfriend thing, and the economy, etc. etc. So I doubt we'll see her. But maybe the other two.

Dad might have a new job come New Years, but maybe not. We're on tenterhooks around here. The tension has been great for my sex life, though, because Dad's been hungry for it, and Mom apparently hasn't. He's fucked me twice today. We made love in the shower, with him behind me, just long and leisurely, relaxing and getting plowed. When he came inside me, it was like a flood. And then later in the day, I was sitting on the couch unwinding after finishing up a bit of work, and he came in and sat next to me, and started feeling me up. His cock was rock hard. So I decided I would unwind that way, rather than by watching TV, and gave him a bj, then flipped around and let him take me from behind again. He was so deep inside me, I came over and over again before he painted my womb. God, no matter how stupid an idea it is, I still get really wet thinking about Daddy knocking me up, swelling up my belly with his baby.

Well, that's all I've got for now. There's probably other stuff, but I can't spend too long on this. Hold on 'til the work-load lessens and the money woes go away, and I'll have more. Yeah, right, when pigs fly. I'll have more soon.

Mike and Toys

When he left after Thanksgiving, I gave Mike a buttplug to take with him. No, I'm not trying to turn him off women; he likes a little anal play. I guess if he'd grown up in a family with brothers instead of sisters, or if Dad had been open to exploring bisexuality, my little brother probably would have been bi by now. That seems to be the way it goes; boys who grow up fairly sexually with other boys do tend to explore that aspect of things.

But he's making up for lost time now. He's still not comfortable with the idea of trying to find a guy to try out on his own, I think both because of worries about STDs and because he's still got this macho thing. Honestly, why is it that women can jokingly make out and nobody thinks too much of it, but two guys would rather be dead than be caught holding hands, let alone doing anything else. So anyway, Mike doesn't want anyone to think he's gay. I don't know why (well, I do understand, but I think he's being a wuss).

But he's been doing insertion play for a while now. Ever since we tried it that first time a while ago (which was longer ago than I realized, I guess) he's been toying with his ass. And now that he's got this plug, he says he wants a vibe too. I told him he could buy one himself. But I do like the thought of something that's been in my ass being in his ass too.

Anyway, he puts the plug in and sits at his computer and jacks off to porn. I told him he needs to find a lady. He said he's too busy for that. I can understand that feeling. But he says that he wishes he had me there, because when he cums with the plug in his ass, he cums buckets. The first time he tried it, he spurted all over the place, had to clean up, left some suspicious stains. He doesn't have roommates, per se; he's living in an apartment. But he has housemates. They're not as cool as Gwen, or he probably could have gotten them to help him out. Or not. Guys are uptight about it in a way I don't really get.

I can't wait for him to come home again, because I think I'm going to strap on a dildo and fuck his ass. Maybe we can talk Mom into sucking him off while I do, because then the cum won't go to waste. But in any case, I'm going to have to get him to fuck me with a plug in his ass, because I want to feel the buckets inside me.

Been Sitting On This For a While

Back last month when I was very few and far between, I lost track of a question I'd gotten and then promptly forgot. But I remembered it today, and now I'm going to answer it. Hope it's not too late for whoever asked it.

"What is the most public sexual experience you have ever had? I ask the question with respect to number of possible onlookers and likelihood that those onlookers might take the opportunity." -Anonymous Comment

Well, this was in response to my answers about superlatives, and I think it's a valid question. I answered a similar one about being caught. And frankly, if I had to count the number of people, my stories about the beach probably take pride of place, as far as the most public sex I've ever had.

But there's no way of knowing how public fucking on a beach is, because people aren't aware you're doing it unless they catch you. Whereas I've fucked publicly when everyone there was well aware of what was going on. Fewer people, but they were an audience. I may have mentioned that I've fucked for an audience before, and it's true.

From my hinting about my college experience, I think you can tell that I had exciting times. I didn't like college all that much, but I did like living on a campus with a lot of attractive people. Sure, there were a fair number of unattractive people, and assholes, and the lot, but there were many to choose from.

I'm shy as hell most of the time, but in a certain mood (inebriation helps) I can party pretty hardy. I've told you all about St. Patrick's Day my freshmen year. But that wasn't the only time I was crazy. It was the craziest, maybe, or at least I was the drunkest, but I did get buzzed and do various crazy things all through college.

My roomie Gwen and I threw a party for the entire dorm once where we wound up naked and making out in the center of the room. There were probably 20 people there, mixed group of guys and gals. It was a lingerie/boxer shorts party, and while a lot of people were simply wearing lounging wear, Gwen and I showed them all up by wearing bras and panties only. We attracted quite a crowd of boys when we started making out, and we had no need to get up for drinks, because they brought them to us. Eventually, she jokingly pulled my bra down, and I pulled hers down, and pretty soon we were in nothing but panties.

She has magnificent tits, a little smaller than mine, actually, but on her frame they look bigger. And by this point, I was far enough gone that I wanted her, and she was crazy enough to want me back, so we made out some more, then rolled into the center of the room and started taking bids on taking our panties off. We made 25 bucks to give them to interested parties, and then we just kind of ignored the rest of the party and made out on the floor. We didn't go down on one another, but there were fingers snaking into cunts all over. And I'm pretty sure that some of those fingers were observers.

In the end, we got up, told everyone to have fun, and hightailed it back to our room, because I was feeling a little shy even then. Also, I didn't want to get too crazy, and frankly, I was a bit worried that security would show up and find us. Although, later on, I realized that wouldn't have mattered.

See, I went to a very liberal liberal arts college (no, I won't tell you which one) which had very few rules, and what rules there were didn't amount to much. They'd confiscate alcohol if they found it in public places, and drugs weren't allowed, and parties that got too crazy would be shut down. But you could walk around naked and as long as nobody cared, nobody would complain and you'd get away with it. And who's going to complain about me naked? I thought not.

Anyway, that was pretty public, but it wasn't really sex. But a few parties later, I had a boyfriend of sorts, and he and I went to this drunken rager. I don't remember where it was, probably not on campus because it wouldn't have lasted. There were kegs and booze and drugs and all sorts of craziness. It wasn't that there were that many people; it was probably about the same size as a campus party. But they were crazier.

My date had no sense of limits, and he had way too much to drink, and was slobbering all over me while we tried to dance. He basically started feeling me up (I was wearing clothes which made this screamingly obvious to everyone) and saying in a very loud voice that he wanted to fuck me. And the other guys there were shouting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" and I was a little intimidated and wanted to go home. Frankly, I was worried that I would get raped when my date passed out and I was left to the tender mercies of the crazy guys.

When I didn't immediately drop to the floor and let him have his way with me, he got all angry and staggered off looking for someone else to fuck, he said. I sort of shrank into a corner, but the guys there were drunk and rowdy, not insane. They gave me some looks, but that was it.

My "boyfriend" came back with this blonde bimbo who was wasted, more wasted than he was, and started pawing her on the dance floor. She was giggling at first, but then she started telling him to stop, and he just wasn't listening. Eventually, I went over to stop him from being a total dick and told him that it was time to go home, and that he should let the girl alone.

He got all weepy and sorry and I just wanted to kick his fucking teeth in. But then I turned around and saw that that bitch who had been acting like she was about to be raped was on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. He saw it too, and was all set to go over and fight for his honor, or something. I told him that if he'd just shut the hell up and not make trouble, I'd suck him off. I know, it seems a bit odd, but at this point, I was kind of tired and wanted to just get whatever was going to happen over with, and I figured that if I was with him, the other guys would leave me alone.

He wouldn't get hard. He was flaccid and staggering, and then he ran off with his cock hanging out looking for the bathroom. And something snapped. I wanted to piss the bastard off. So I found a guy I knew who was also there, who was drunk enough that I could proposition him but hopefully not drunk enough to be a limp sock, and told him I wanted to fuck him, right there in the room. The other guys, including the one getting his cock sucked by the blonde, were chanting again, and this guy wasn't going to say no.

By the time my ex-boyfriend came back, my new toy had his cock, which was nice and hard and long, up inside my cunt and was railing me while the guy who had just finished getting blown by the blonde was feeling my tits. Another guy offered me a drink, and I said what the hell. It was anger sex, nothing more, nothing less. My ex took one look at me, I smiled sweetly at him, and then he staggered off again.

Well, the guy who was fucking me pulled out and the blonde stepped in and finished him. Then she moved on to a third guy to suck him off. There were other guys in the room who wanted me, but the guy who had fucked me was sober enough to help me out of there.

I was pretty drunk, and I didn't know where my date was, and I didn't care. I wound up going back to my car and sleeping with the doors locked. I don't know what happened to the asshole, and I can't say that I care. I didn't see him again, and I didn't return his calls.

So that was pretty public, and there was plenty of opportunity to join in, although I was lucky that no one did.

But the most public audience-type sex I've ever had was even crazier than drunken party sex, of which I have more stories that I could tell, but won't right now. The most public sex I've ever had for an audience was when I was dating this guy in college who was heavily into the theatre. I mean, I'm into theatre, but he was an artist.

He was a masters student, putting together a thesis, and one of the things he had to do was do a performance critique for a group of faculty. He had this whole thing worked out with lots of arty crap, and he needed a woman to play a role where she would be naked along with him on stage (can you guess where this might be going). It was all deeply symbolic, Adam and Eve type shit.

Well, he couldn't get anyone else, so he asked me. I said sure, why not, because when I'm on stage, I tend to lose any inhibitions. The thing about this "play" was that it was all improvisational. There was a rough guideline for scenes, but dialogue and action were totally made up on the spot. He told me I'd be fine, and we even rehearsed the scene a few times, basically locked down the dialogue for that part of it. I was a little nervous, but it seemed like I could just stick to the script and we'd be fine. At least, he said we'd be fine.

Now I'm fine with improvisation; I can run off on a tangent a mile long. I just thought the whole thing was pretty flaky, truth be told. And I was a bit worried that he'd get flaky too, and I'd be trapped in that scene forever.

Well, the night of the crit came, and there were people there to see it, not just the faculty, but students too. I was a little nervous, but he reassured me. It was supposed to open the play (obviously, if it's Adam and Eve, right?) so we went out in our birthday suits and they brought up the lights, and there we were, naked in front of probably 50 people in the audience. Now nudity wasn't abnormal in our college theater, but full frontal was a bit out there. There were a few gasps. I'd like to think they were gasping at my beauty. Right?

Lo and behold, he starts improvising like crazy, just going on and on and on, and I'm standing there in the altogether trying to keep up. And finally, I don't know, I lost inhibitions and went over and kissed him. It wasn't in the plan at all. But it worked, I think, although I don't know, since I didn't really try to understand the deep significance of the play (it was really, really arty, which I'm not a huge fan of).

He was still in character, and I was feeling in some character, and while he kept going on (I remember ideas coming to me, but I'll be damned if I know from where or what he was saying) I got to my knees and started blowing him. I'll say this, it got a reaction, a murmur. He was a pro at acting; just kept right on going, working it into what he was saying. And then when I stood up and said something about fertility and being a woman (I don't even remember my own lines) and pulled him down to the stage, he finally shut up when I straddled him facing the audience, said various useful things, and then eased my hips down until he was inside me.

He was a good fuck, and being on stage didn't change that, and I'm afraid that I got into it and started spouting off at the mouth too. I was monologuing terribly.

Eventually, after I had cum once and was wrapping up my remarks, he stiffened and came into me, and then gasped the line that was the cue for the scene to be over. And the lights went down, and he slipped out from under me, letting semen spill out from my cunt, and headed backstage to change for the next scene. And I got the hell off stage too, because instinct sort of took over.

It wasn't porno, and it wasn't planned. And the faculty thought it was a bit too edgy, but they gave him a passing grade because the rest of it worked. And I realized that, while he was a good fuck, he was flaky as hell, and so we broke up because he was in love with the theatre.

So yeah, that was sex in public, don't you think? Answered that question hardcore! And I swear it's true. We were far enough away from the audience that I don't know if they could tell whether we were faking it or not, but simulated sex wasn't all that odd on stage at my college either. I know some people knew it was real. I told Gwen, for one thing. She thought it was sexy as hell, and we fucked very acrobatically for hours that night.

Keep those questions coming, and I'll try to be more prompt answering them. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com, or you can post a comment.

Mixing Work and Pleasure

The theater where I do most of my local work does pay people, not very well though. But they also have volunteers a lot. It's sort of a community theater, but big enough that they pay sometimes.

Well, I got Sveta to volunteer, partially because I thought it would be a good thing, partially because I'm always on the lookout for volunteers, and partially because I want to take advantage of the opportunity to be backstage, have little to do, and spend some time with Sveta.

There was a little part of me that was hoping she might find a guy (or heck, a gal) too, or at least learn to come out of her shell around people a little. But it was a very little part. I was mostly being selfish.

So tonight was the first night she was volunteering. This show is pretty busy, so there was less quality time than I thought there would be, but we got to be together, and I think she liked helping out. She said she did, anyway. I was a little worried that we'd be really obvious, that people would think I was a horrible pedo or something. I mean, nobody knows how old she is, really, but she's in high school and I'm... well, I'm not in high school, I can tell you that.

People at the theater know I'm cheerfully bi, and that I'm a little bit easy (some people know more, but that's the common opinion) but since a lot of theatre people are gay, bi, easy, or a combination of the above, that doesn't arouse much interest.

Anyway, we kept to PDA to a minimum, partially because I don't like people who are all over each other backstage. I've worked with actors who do the show romance thing hard, they make out backstage, they have drama, etc. etc. I just wanted to have some company, not be annoying. So while we may have held hands a few times in the dark, and during intermission we found a quiet corner and sat and held each other and kissed a little, we weren't out there with it.

Toward the end of the night, when there's nothing left to do, we stood backstage waiting for the show to end and kind of snuggled, but again, being discreet (a word I cannot spell because I can't remember which discrete is which discreet). And one of my coworkers came up to me afterward and said, "She's cute, but you're keeping her on a pretty short leash even so." He was joking. It's too bad he's unavailable, because I think he thought she was more than just cute. But that was the only nudge-wink I got.

Then we drove home, and she announced that she was spending the night as I was getting ready to turn off to her house. I convinced her to just come over for a post-show snuggle and then head home, because I need sleep (and yet here I am, still up). I've got a matinee tomorrow (well, later today, I suppose).

So we headed home. My Dad was already asleep when we got in, but my mom was reading in the living room. She had a blanket wrapped around her (I made some noise to warn her) but I'm pretty sure Sveta could see that she was naked underneath. Didn't phase the girl at all. Or she hid it well. I'm being neurotic.

We went upstairs and spent 45 minutes or so making out, undressing each other, snuggling under the bedclothes, and then making out some more before I went down on her until she was moaning my name. She tasted like the theater, a little dusty, a little sweaty. But it was a good taste. And her pussy tasted just fine, thank you kindly. We got so warm we had to throw the covers off, and then I fingered her tight little asshole while I ate her out.

She squirted, as usual, and I don't care what people say, it is not just piss. It tastes totally different, mild and sweet and slightly scented of cunt without being gamy. She doesn't squirt a whole lot, most times, just a bubbling of it which wets my tongue. I really have to work on her to get her to turn into a geyser. We were both too tired for that.

Then when she recovered, Sveta returned the favor. She knows that I can cum more quickly and more often than she can, so she usually sticks around until I've gone off twice at least. Tonight was no different. Just watching her mousy little head bob as she licks my clit... breathtaking. And looking past her hair to her cute little backside is even more fun. I wish I could look and see her getting railed as she eats me. Maybe soon enough.

Watching her get her clothes back on was so arousing I had to finger myself, and she laughed and said I was insatiable, which I suppose is true. Then I remembered I had to get my clothes back on so I could drive her home, which killed my buzz a little. But we both got clothes mostly back on: I didn't bother with undergarments, and I noticed that she stuffed hers in her pockets instead of putting them on. So we drove back to her house commando, got pretty involved in the car outside her door, but before we could start tearing clothes off again, I stopped it, because while I wanted her again so bad I could taste it, I didn't think that it was a good idea. She looked a little disappointed.

And then I came home and couldn't sleep because I want her again. God damn, I wish I could post some photos because I want you all to see Sveta. She's got the cutest little body, so sexy. But she's more than just a cute body. As I said, I don't love her like someone I want to live with, but I love her. We don't have all that much in common, although we're developing more. But I love her like I'd love my little sister if I had one. That's the way this is. Not someone I'm going to marry (although I wouldn't be able to anyway, thank you prudes) but as a sister. Who happens to be a sexy teen. Shit, I'm incorrigible.

I hope she'll get to like working backstage, so she can volunteer for more than one day next time. This time was just a fill-in for someone. But next time, maybe she'll have a position on the crew. Or maybe she hated it. I won't push her. I needed help this time, and she happened to be available, and also I wanted to... yeah, I said it all at the beginning didn't I?

The British Have It Right

Saw this on the BBC and wished everyone could be so enlightened.

Britons 'saving money with sex'

I know I can save money on an evening out by fucking. But for some people, I suppose you have to have an evening out in order to find someone with whom to have sex. Plus, relationships can cost money.

The solution is incest, people. It's safer, better, and cheaper. Sure, if you've got a steady sweetie, that's fine too, but family love is the tops. Get out there and do it. I bet some of the people in that survey were.

Sveta

I'm going to talk about Sveta, because talking about Mike makes me miss him terribly, and while I'm probably going to see him at Christmas, I still don't want to talk about him. But I already have. Shit.

Okay, starting over. I'm going to talk about Sveta. Over the past several months, since she's been back in school, I've been waiting for her to grow apart from me. I've been waiting for her to have too much stuff to do to see me. I've been waiting for me to have too much stuff to see her. And it hasn't happened.

Well, I have had stuff, and she has too, but she's been over here a lot. And it's been great. Better than great. She's come so far as a lover. She still is the cutest little thing, but she can make me cum now like nobody's business. And when we make love, we're making love. We really get off on each other. We enjoy touching, kissing, holding. I like sleeping with her, although I couldn't do it every night, because I tend to hog the bed and get stiff and toss and turn at night. So when we sleep together, I don't generally wake up feeling as rested as I'd like. But I love falling asleep holding her, preferably after a wonderful session of orgasm after orgasm.

She loves to be fucked with a strap-on, but she prefers to receive, so I don't generally get a hard fuck from her if she's using it on me. But it's tender and loving. And I cannot get over how sexy she is. She's blossomed from this shy little girl into this sexy young woman. I wonder if anyone else has noticed? She says she's still just as socially shy as she always was, and she can't get it together with a guy.

So yeah, I'm in love with a teenager. Maybe not matrimonial love, but certainly like she's my younger sister. I never had a younger sister, so I guess I'm getting that out with Sveta.

I don't think she likes her family; she won't talk about them much at all. And I think she partially likes coming over to my house (which is what nearly always happens) because it's not her house. Which is too bad, but lucky me, right?

The thing is, I've been thinking seriously about telling her. Maybe not everything, or at least not right off the bat, but maybe telling her about some of it. It's not like I haven't let clues drop accidentally, or maybe subconsciously on purpose. She's seen and heard compromising things over at my house. She knows my Dad thinks she's sexy; he told her so, ostensibly to boost her morale to go out and find a guy, but in reality because he does. She is sexy.

We don't spend that much time around my family, but it's gotten to the point where she's over often enough that I can't hide her in the basement the whole time. She knows my parents know we're fooling around. And she's gotten other clues, like that time my Dad came in to wake me up naked and she was in my bed too.

So I was thinking of telling her, letting it all hang out, or some of it anyway, and seeing what she does. I don't think she'll turn me in or anything, she might just be hurt. I don't want to hurt her. On the other hand, if she was privy to the family secret, then she could join in, and I think she'd like that. She needs a family, if she doesn't like hers, and my family is a great family, I think.

It's not like she'd be the first person to ever find out. A few boys who've "dated" Sheri or me have known that we fucked each other, as well as lots of people where she lives who don't care and probably have their own family secrets. And my roomie in college knew. Not all of it, but she knew some of it. She was cool with it, wished she had a family like that. She didn't; her family was ultra-straitlaced, which is I guess why she was so adventurous and rebellious.

I've got to tell you all about my college roomie some time soon. Her name is Gwen [edit: can't call her Jen, even though I love the name, so I've changed it to something else, for those of you keeping score. If I fuck up and call her Jen again, well, I've fucked up. It's not her name.] (or it is for the purposes of me not having to type "my college roomie" over and over again) and she's the sexiest mostly-Asian chick ever. Much shorter than me, a tiny little dynamo, very hot body, and was she adventurous in the sack. When I got to college we were paired up randomly, but we stayed together long after other people were getting rooms to themselves. It was too much fun living with her. It really helped my homesickness. Anyway, more about Gwen some other post.

But she knew Mike was my brother, and he came up and spent a weekend at my college. And Gwen thought he was hot, and he was sleeping in our room, and she asked me if I was okay with her trying him out. By this point we were on the same page about most things sexual, so I said sure. And after I watched them fuck, I was so horny that I had to stroke myself a little, and Gwen put two and two together with some other twos and got 16 and said, "Hey, you two fuck, don't you?" And neither of us was in the mood to deny it.

So of course she wanted to watch. She wanted to know everything, but we managed to stave off her curiosity fairly well. "Yes, we fuck, have been for some time, he's good in bed isn't he? No, we're not adopted." She thought it was hot, took pictures (which I may one day post), loved watching him fuck me, wanted us to call each other "bro" and "sis" as often as possible. Which brings up one reason why I don't tell some people: they think it's more exciting than it really is. I'm not a sideshow. We love each other and enjoy fucking, and it is hot that we're brother and sister, but it's not that exciting. For me, anyway. But I don't hold it against people, and I don't imagine Sveta would feel that way.

So yeah, I'm thinking that maybe I'll tell Sveta. My worry is that she'll feel weirded out, not that she'll tattle on us. Maybe I could engineer either my Dad or my brother seducing her, and then tell her. She really could use a guy.

I'll have her come over, but I'll be running late, and Dad will meet her at the door wearing something slightly inappropriate, and chat with her, and then just work his magic.

No, I won't. That's terrible. She's still very fragile. Better that I just tell her, see how she feels about it, and then go from there. Maybe she'll want to step into it slowly. Maybe she'll be okay with it, but not interested in participating. Maybe I should wait for Mike to be here, so someone closer to her age will be available. We'll see.

God, I had forgotten what a drag it is not to have a computer, because with Mike here, I had his laptop. But now the only time I can get anything done is this late. Oy. Must go try to sleep. Well, maybe I'll try to cum once before I do that.