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Hi there! I haven’t heard from you in ages! I’m glad to know you’re still with me! If I’m able to wrap up my work early today, which is possible, I might even be able to start on my next story today! Thanks for checking in! <==Pookie==>
I have been following you since you started this blog and I have to say I love reading your stories, and pic captions. They all make me so hard and in need of cumming. Keep up the awesome job.
Thanks for your support and encouragement! If it weren’t for my loyal followers giving me feedback and sending me messages from time to time, I might never have nabbed the time it took to finish A Sister’s Dilemma! The more people I know that are interested in what I do, the more I want to do what I can to provide the…um…entertainment so to speak! Thanks again! <==Pookie==>
After what had appeared to be forever, I was finally done with college for the day and able to return home. Once home, I was surprised to find my goth sister on the driveway, stretched out on a folding chair, basking in the warm summer sun. She looked at me and scowled.
Hey Pookie, I just started out with my very own smutblog. It's incest stories, but won't be limited to it. Care to take a look? :D
Oh hey! This is looking pretty good! I’ll reblog your first story segment here at pookiesfamily if you don’t mind. Please continue with it or you’ll have people knocking on your door day and night in eager anticipation of the next part! (Who doesn’t love a cute goth chick?) You have been followed, and I look forward to your next installments! Thanks for sharing! <==Pookie==>
"If my mom wasn’t so smokin’ hot, I probably wouldn’t want to have sex with her all the time!" Oh my lord Pookie, that one made me melt out of my chair and drip between the floorboards. (*^_^*)
Why thank you! Pookie does aim to please! I don’t know when I’ll be able to break ground on my next story, it might be a while, but I have been working on it in my head. (It’s the mother/son one from the mom’s perspective) I remember some of your favorite topics that you’ve shared with me before and I do think you’re going to like what I have planned! ;) Thanks for letting me know you’re still with me! <==Pookie==>
I felt there wasn’t any point to keep up the charade any longer.
I was found out.
I took off the mask and sat back down on the bed and said somewhat dejectedly, “How long did you know it was me?”
He gently rubbed the arm that he’d previously had a vice grip on and replied, “Oh, pretty much the whole time.”
He chuckled and said, “Yep.”
“What gave me away?”
“Well, I had my doubts from the very beginning that Becky was actually interested in me, but I was willing to play along with it just to see what was going on.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, Becky’s a nice girl and all, but she can’t act to save her life. I remember a school play that you were both in a few years ago and she was simply dreadful in it.”
“What does acting have to do with it?”
“Well, earlier tonight she approached me when I was the only one in the kitchen and she was clutching her stomach like it was bothering her.” “Where was I?”
“You were probably hosting one of the games at the time.”
How did I not know this?
Why didn’t Becky come to me if she was sick?
I was completely oblivious—I guess I had too many things on my mind to notice her feeling ill.
“So, did she have a stomach ache?”
“She said her cramps were really bothering her and she had forgotten to bring any Motrin with her from home.”
“She’s on her fucking period?” I whispered the question rhetorically.
Zach chuckled, “Yep. That was the last clue I needed actually. I could tell she wasn’t interested in me in the slightest degree. Your message on my pillow was just icing as far as I was concerned.”
“Wow, and you were able to get that aroused knowing it was me the whole time?”
“Amber my dear, I was able to get that aroused BECAUSE I knew it was you the whole time.”
“Wow, I thought it was just me.”
“Amber, I’ve got to be honest with you…”
“I…I’ve been fantasizing about you for years now.” “Holy shit! Are you serious?” I squealed delightedly and hopefully not so loud as to wake up anyone else in the house.
“Seriously, ever since my accident and you took care of me in every possible way.”
“Me too! Why didn’t you make a move then? I’ve been practically throwing myself at you!”
“I knew it wasn’t right, and I had convinced myself that I was reading more into it than was really there.”
“Well, you weren’t.”
He chuckled again, “Yeah, I get that now.”
“Is that why all the girls you’ve dated since then resembled me in some way?”
That took him back for a moment.
“You know, I didn’t think about it that way, but you might have a point. Actually, do you remember Cyndi?”
That was her name—the girlfriend that I could never remember.
“Vaguely. What about her?”
“Well, we were having sex, like the second time, and when I was about to cum, I called her your name by accident and that really freaked her out.”
“Holy shit! Seriously?”
“Yep! I think we’d broken up before I even finished ejaculating!”
I snorted and laughed and had to stifle myself with my hand actually.
We then just laid on his bed for a few moments without saying anything.
I ended up breaking the silence.
“I wonder if Becky will mind having cum stains on the inside of her dress.”
“Uh, speaking of that, are you…?”
“On the pill or anything?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve been on birth control for years. It regulates my periods and controls my acne.”
“Whew, I was a little concerned, I must admit.”
“No worries there dear brother, we can fuck all we want and not have to worry about getting pregnant!
“Fantastic! So I don’t have to wait for Madame Voulez to spend the night again do I?”
“What, for us to do this again?”
“Exactly, I’d much rather have Amber anyway.”
“Uh, okay! You mean we could be doing this every night?”
“Pretty much whenever you’re up for it. I already have a tough enough time staying flaccid around you as it is.”
“Oh god yes!”
The thought hadn’t fully sunk in until right then.
I could fuck my brother practically any night now without pretense!
Oh my god, that would be fucking amazing!
I rolled over to him and moved to kiss him, which he fully returned with passionate vigor.
We actually kissed for a while and only separated to catch our breaths.
“That reminds me,” said Zach, “you know that night you fell asleep on the couch?”
“Oh yeah, when you woke me up because you thought I wanted you to kiss me.”
“That’s the one. You want to know what you really said in your sleep?”
“What did I say?”
“Oh Zach! Fuck me! Fuck me Zach!”
I was stunned and pretty much right as to my earlier assumptions.
“Seriously, I was worried that mom might hear you too so I woke you up intentionally.”
“That’s what I thought! I almost took you right then and there, I was so horny!”
“Why didn’t you then?”
“Knowing what I do now, I certainly would have! I was suspicious with all of your Becky-might-like-you talk and I wondered if it wasn’t some elaborate plan, and I was right!”
I laughed and said, “You want to know something, I’d planned the whole party just as an excuse to do this whole Madame Voulez thing.”
It was Zach’s turn to laugh, “That is fucking awesome! It turned out to be a great party too!”
I shook my head at the entirety of it all. “How did everything come together so well?”
He shrugged and we kissed again.
I then whispered to him, “Would you like to be visited tomorrow night by Madame Voulez as well?”
He smiled and replied, “As long as it’s you, you can wear whatever you like, but if you want my opinion, I’d rather just have Amber, just smart, funny, beautiful, sexy Amber. Being naked too wouldn’t hurt.”
“You got it!”
With that I gave him one more kiss, I grabbed the mask I had tossed aside, and retreated back to my room.
I stopped to grab a hand towel to dry myself off and made sure there weren’t any cum splatters on Becky’s nice dress.
I got back to my room, and Becky was still out cold.
I carefully replaced the dress and mask where she had left them.
I didn’t want to wear my pajamas but I did anyway, and oh shit, I see by the clock that it’s now one in the morning as I’m writing this!
Madame Voulez, ahem, I mean Amber has someone patiently waiting for her loving embrace in another room right now, so this is where I’ll end my tale.
I hope you enjoyed it!
I’ve worked myself up so much just writing about it, that I can’t wait for my brother’s big delicious cock to be sliding in and out of me right now.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm OMG pookie i LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE part 21 <3 omg how i have missed you so
I reserved myself about a three hour block of time and wrote parts 21 and 22 (the conclusion). I wrote it in Word and had to save it as an HTML file just to post it, but it worked! Please stay tuned for the conclusion tomorrow! Thanks for both reading and writing in! (My Ask box has been lonely as of late!) ;) <==Pookie==>
I used to blow my last boyfriend Isaac on occasion, but his dick was small, hairy, and never got completely hard.
My brother’s cock was the exact opposite in every possible way. It was long, rock hard, and to my surprise, freshly shaven—even his pubic hair was completely shaved off.
I couldn’t help but moan quietly, I just couldn’t, because this was a cock that truly deserved to be in my mouth!
It was just too big for me to fit more than half of it in my mouth at once, but I could tell that he was enjoying it by his own moans of ecstasy as I sucked on his cock and caressed his silky smooth balls.
I knew that I could easily make him come, but my pussy was aching too much for this wonderful thing to be inside of her.
I’d been wet pretty much the entire day with anticipation and no good opportunity to relieve myself!
I popped his manly meat out of my mouth and quickly lifted up my dress and climbed on top of him.
Even though it was too dark to see anything under there, I could tell exactly where that gorgeous cock was going to go, and it slipped right inside me even easier than I’d expected.
As I slid down onto his shaft, I shuddered with delight at just how good he felt.
Now this is what a cock is supposed to feel like!
Oh what a glorious thing!
I could barely contain myself, I was shaking so much trying to go up and down on him that I couldn’t find a rhythm.
Luckily, he either ignored or forgot about the “no touching” clause and immediately put his hands on my waist, straightened me out, and then started slowly at first but then began to pick up speed and with each deep thrust, I knew I was getting closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm.
I knew in the back of my mind that I absolutely couldn’t say anything, but I whimpered and moaned in a way that didn’t betray my identity to him.
The thrusting of his magnificent cock deep and hard into my ever so wet pussy felt better than anything that my pussy had ever felt before.
Deep, hard, longing thrusts filled with passion and lust, and the fact that I knew it was my loving brother the whole time only added to my enjoyment, tinged with a slightly guilty naughtiness knowing that he was thinking he was fucking Becky instead did nothing to dampen my pleasure only heighten it.
As I felt the orgasm well to its breaking point, I knew that it was going to be huge.
I started to pant and gasp as the orgasm began to wash over me, nay flood over me, and I couldn’t keep my head straight as I moaned and squealed with orgiastic glee and quivered like jelly on top of him, his thrusting not only continuing but getting stronger as I could tell he was nearing his own climax as well, and then before my intense orgasm was even close to being over, he whispered, “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?”
I continued to ride him, assuring him that it would be okay, with a quiet “Mmm-hm!”
I was still coming myself so I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to!
His thrusting then became labored and jilting as he whispered again, “I’m coming!”
Knowing that he was gushing inside of me only heightened and brought new life to the orgasm I was thinking was about to end for myself, but just the idea that he was ejecting his brotherly seed deep into me renewed my orgasm to new heights as we grunted and moaned and came together with our own little eternity of ecstasy.
I knew it could be good, but this was even better than I’d hoped!
I had planned to leave right away so he wouldn’t get suspicious of me, but I couldn’t move.
The afterglow from the best orgasm of my life had me dazed and paralyzed.
“Oh my god, you were amazing Amb-I mean Madame Voulez!”
My heart skipped a beat.
Did he really know who I was after all?
I froze for a second and then decided to run for it, but when he could tell I was trying to get away, he grabbed my arm and pleaded, “No, no, please don’t go! I swear I won’t tell anyone!”
I still tried to struggle to get away, but he had a tight grip on my arm.
My brother was pretty strong, but he wasn’t hurting me or anything.
“It slipped, I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to say Madame Voulez, I just forgot. Please don’t leave.”
I bet you’re wondering what the note said that Madame Voulez left on my brother’s pillow.
It went something like this:
“After the clock strikes one in the morning, you will be visited in secret in your bedroom by Madame Voulez. You may not talk to Madame Voulez. You may not touch Madame Voulez. There may be no lights on in your room. You are not permitted to wear any clothing at all. You must be completely naked. You will lie down on your bed and say nothing. If you have done all of these things, then Madame Voulez will be pleased and she will in turn, please you as well. Just remember: No talking, no touching, no lights, no clothes.
Madame Voulez awaits.”
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow until it was finally one in the morning.
I carefully crept out of bed, just in case Becky was a lighter sleeper than I reckoned she was, and I quietly stripped off my pajamas.
Once I was naked, I slinked over to the other side of the bed where Becky’s bag was and I took out her makeup kit.
My eyes had grown accustomed to the light level and I could see well enough even without my glasses to know which bottle was Becky’s choice perfume.
I took a small amount and dabbed some along the base of my neck and a dot between my boobs.
Then I put her kit back just as it was.
I then picked up her costume dress that she’d just left lying on the floor and ever so silently slipped it on.
I didn’t wear the slip or the bloomers underneath though.
I wanted easy access to my lady parts.
To finish off the ensemble, I donned the mask that Becky had worn all evening.
So now in the darkness, I surely looked and smelled like Becky as Madame Voulez.
I briefly considered if I should do anything about my breath, but I’d only brushed my teeth an hour before, so I was sure it would be fine.
I quickly went through the checklist in my head and figured that I had everything covered.
Now as long as Zach did what the note told him to do, this might just work after all!
I noiselessly opened my bedroom door and peeked out.
The small night light at the end of the hallway was actually painful to my eyes, so I averted my gaze from it lest I lose the night vision I had gained over the course of the previous hour.
The gleam from a digital clock reading 1:12 was more than enough light for me to see by.
I stole down the hallway towards my brother’s room, the only noises in the house that could be heard was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of an old grandfather clock, both of which were in the kitchen at the opposite end of the hall.
Finally at my brother’s door, I stopped and carefully turned the doorknob.
My brother snores, so if he was asleep, I would surely have heard his snoring by now, but it was ghostly silent save for the faint echoes of the kitchen noises that I’d already mentioned.
Ever so slowly, I opened his door and almost jumped when I heard a whisper in the darkness, “Madame Voulez?”
Damn it! He wasn’t supposed to say anything!
I obviously couldn’t talk or I’d be found out on the spot, so I made a quick shushing noise that I’ve heard Becky use on more than one occasion and quietly closed the door behind me.
It was indeed dark.
The only light in his room came from his own digital clock, so everything was cast in a faint green hue.
Without a word or a sound, I approached him on the bed, and I could tell that he was covered up with his comforter at least.
If he wasn’t naked beneath that, Madame Voulez would be quite perturbed!
I made my way to the foot of his bed and slowly climbed up on top of it.
At the bottom edge of his bed, I took the comforter in both hands and slowly pulled it off of him and he did not resist.
As the coverings receded, I could tell that he was indeed naked beneath them and I was delighted to see the shape of something large and erect protruding upwards from his groin.
My heart was beating quickly from the thrill and delight and so loudly that I was sure Zach could hear it as well.
Now that he was uncovered, I climbed over the bulky mound of the comforter even closer to him from below and I placed one hand on each leg and slowly spread his legs apart, which he complied without saying a word.
As I was getting closer to his cock, I could see it better and better in the low light level of the room, and even though I couldn’t see it perfectly,
I could tell it was bigger and harder than I’d ever seen it before.
It had grown noticeably since I’d last had intimate dealings with it from two years before.
My heart was beating so fast, I was afraid that it would burst right out of my chest.
Without a word, I slowly took his manhood in one hand and he let out a quiet gasp and a shudder at my delicate touch.
I couldn’t wait any longer—I just had to have that wonderful thing in my mouth!
I bent closer and kissed his frenulum and then the underside of his glans (thank you anatomy textbooks!) and then without another delay, I stuck the tip of his penis right into my mouth and began sucking away!
This is such a well thought-out question, that it deserves an equally thought-out response. Well, for starters, I don’t actually have a son. All of these stories and captions I write are completely fictional. I’m not really big on insects or spiders for that matter, so the thought of having any with anyone for that matter doesn’t appeal to me. I considered making a sardonic pun in regards to cock-roaches, but I hate the damn things too much. Now in the more serious world, once I can finish my current story, A Sister’s Dilemma, the next one I have planned is a mother/son story from the mom’s perspective. I hope that answers your question. Thanks for writing in! <==Pookie==>