Hi guys im new to the forum, I just wanted to get your take on something. I love to listen to my step sister having sex, its such a turn on for me to hear her moaning. Sometimes i even go into her room and get her dirty panties out of the wash and smell them, What do you guys think? is it wrong?

 

well its your STEP sister so i dont think its that wrong but it depends how you look at it.

 

it is wrong

that you aren't getting that action

 

Tell her that you've heard her and it turns you on and would she consider giving you a little of her sugar. Can't hurt. She will either say yes or no!

 

right

 

My step-sister was 12 when my Dad married her mom. I was 7. Carole was a total cock tease. When I was 13 she took every opportunity to be a tease and if I showed any type of interest, she'd call me a pervert. She enjoyed tormenting me. I suspect that she knew it was me that had been into her panty draw and jerked off on several of her sexiest panties.

I’d seen her on the porch necking with a boy friend. Listened very intently at her bedroom door when she masturbated. She was hot and very much at the center of my love hate fantasy of totally overpowering her, making her powerless while I had my way with her.

That summer my Dad had to go to Texas we lived in NJ and he decided to take my step-mom and drive to Texas and back. They would be gone three weeks. Carole was in charge and I was to obey her.

The first few days was pretty much standard summer time stuff. Carole would have one or two of her girl friends over and they would lay out by the pool sunning themselves and I’d watch them from my upstairs bedroom window and jerk off into a pair of Carole’s panties. I think they knew I was watching. Anyway it was ok until Carole decided to make my existence a living hell. It stated with her and Ginger deciding to use me as there personal slave. Do this , get that, Bring out more ice. “put more sun tan lotion on my back”. All the time me with a raging hard on. Once she spotted my boner I was dead meat. Calling me a pervert, telling me I was sick. Taking great delight in pointing out my problem to her girlfriend. I was forced to retreat.

She was hot and knew it and just plain mean. My Dad called that evening to check in and told us that they were going to extend the trip by a week. So instead of just one more week, I was faced with two more weeks of hell. That evening after dinner I retreated out of sight, in my room with a pair of her black silk panties. I had just unloaded what was at that moment an ocean of cum when my bedroom door burst open and in came Carole, screaming at me, grabbing her panties and rubbing them in my face. At that moment I’m not sure what happened At 13 I was already six feet and 165 lbs . she was all of 5’4” and maybe 110 lbs. I pushed her away from me and she looked down at my exposed cock dripping cum and started to laugh, said something about calling my Father. I just exploded, one punch, knocked her cold. I was on her in seconds. I tied her to the foot board of my bed, I cut her clothing off of her, She came around and started screaming and yelling . I fucked her like the whore she was. I fucked her every way a man can fuck a women. She went from totally pissed to total fear. I owned her and she knew it.

I moved her from my bedroom to the basement and chained her to a support post in the basement. The basement wasn’t finished, just junk down there and her. I beat the crap out of her and fucked her, when I wasn’t beating her or fucking her I had her sucking my cock or drinking my piss. I realized that once our parents came home. I was dead . But I didn’t care. On the day before our parents came home, I used the bitch as usual but instead of leaving her chained in the basement I let her free. I figured she would call the cops. She didn’t, she just went to her room. Took a shower and didn’t come out of the room till our parents got home. She said nothing, she moved out of the house a few months later, she stopped being a tease.

 

hooray for happy endings

 

jeeeeeeeesus!!!!!!! cruel basterd

 

LOL. Fucking lol

 

It sucks when your sister is getting more than you. LMFAO

 

lmaooooooooooo

 

The thought of incest always turns me on

 

that was some sick shit haha

 

i wish

wish i had a sister

 

No, it sucks when anyone is getting more then you.

You need to "accidentally" walk in on her when you know she's changing. And simply say "nice".

 

she hot an u thinkin she want that dick fuck her

 

First Love
It was end of November 2000; I was in my final years of my college, completing my 22nd winter on this earth. In Kolkata, winter had already reached. Foggy mornings and dew drops on the grasses makes me nostalgic. That day was Sunday, so I was lazily turning the newspapers and was reading the headlines and sipping a hot cup of tea. Mom was in the kitchen and dad went to market.
The door bell ranged.
Mom asked me to open the door; probably the newspaper man has come for the monthly bill.
I went downstairs only to find a middle aged person, probably of 40years and a lady in her late thirties standing at the door.
The person asked me whether my mom is at home or not. I nodded affirmatively.
He introduced himself as a cousin of my mom.
I ushered them inside and they rested themselves in the drawing room.
My mom came to drawing room and was astonished to see them.
She exclaimed ---“After long time, Shasanko, what is the news. And this is your wife Meghna? Good to see you both. After a very very long time”
I came to know, Shasanko is my mom’s cousin brother. Shasanko are three brothers and three sisters. It was the marriage ceremony of their youngest brother Subroto. During their talks I came to know their youngest sister is still unmarried and they are searching for a perfect groom for their little sister.

 

So by relation, Shasanko was my maternal uncle (mama) and Meghna was my maternal aunt (mami).
They all lived in their ancestral house in village. Their village named Baduria, interior in Kolkata region. My mom’s was a school teacher; her school was also in the same village. Also I came to know, when my mom started her teaching, she used to live at their house.
I was born at their house, few years before, probably 2 years before my birth, my mom’s aunt gave birth to their last female child, the youngest sister of Shasanko.
My mom told me stories, how her little cousin sister, whom every one used to call Suchismita, used to play with me.
My mom and dad shifted to Kolkata when I was five years old, so I have no memories of my baby days, what I used to do with Suchismita.
But my mom told me, Suchismita was very very naughty, as every youngest child in a family and used to love me very much, as I was the only person who was younger to her. She used to take me to the mango orchards, used to take me with her to every place she went. I was like her baby doll, with whom she used to play a lot.
In village, all have big families. So was the same with Shasanko. They were in total of six siblings. And he and Meghna was a proud father of an eight years old prince.

 

My mom and dad accepted their invitation to be present for the wedding of their Younger brother.
The marriage ceremony was in second week of December.
So on a fine sunny morning, we started for my Mom’s aunt’s house in village.
The bus left the city and was running among the green fields. I was sitting by the side of the window and somehow was trying to dig into my head, how Suchismita would look like. She used to play with me in my childhood days, gave me warmth in cold nights.
I was engrossed in my thoughts, my mom jerked me.
---“Baduria is near. We will be getting down in the next stop.”
After we got down, my mom told me that we have to walk some two to three kilometers to reach their home.
I asked whether there are rickshaws or not.
My dad wisely told me ---“Beta, village airs are full of oxygen. We are near to the earth and nature, so we should take a walk.”
Ok, Dad’s words, no one can deny him.
During the way, my told me stories of Suchismita, how she used to play and love me very much. After hearing all those stories I was very eager to see that lady.
After sometime we reached mom’s aunt’s house.
The house was a big one. Mom’s uncle was a big farmer, but he passed away long ago. The eldest brother, Sumanto, took the reins of their dialapted family and educated all his brothers and sisters. He himself could not study further and kept on farming.