Who doesn't have an Uncle Bubba, with the beer belly and obnoxious belching, or the Aunt Petunia with the bright red lipstick and too-tight pants? We all have at least one person in the family tree we'd all wish would be plucked. If your relatives would make a good comedy routine, then we want to hear about them. This category is for all those stories about loud aunts, drunk brothers, flatulent uncles, and slutty sisters.

My Loving Sister

When I was 15, I finally had my first real GF and we were sexually active. We were constantly making out whenever we had the chance and she was giving me hand jobs and then blowjobs. I was in teenage heaven, until out of the blue she dropped me for another guy.

I really took it hard and was moping around for weeks. Every time I saw the two of them together, it hurt that much more., Both my Mom and my sister tried to console me, but losing my first real love felt like I had lost everything worthwhile in my young life.

One night when my parents were out, I was laying in bed in my darkened room. I had my hand in my underwear rubbing my hard cock and I heard my Sister say " What are you doing in here in the dark" ? I replied that I was just chilling out and she came in and sat on the edge of my bed. She said "Are you still hung up on Maria" ( the Ex GF).

My sister and I talked about the breakup and she started with the " More fish in the sea" talk. There was just enough light filtering in from the hallway for her to see I had my hand in my boxers. She asked me if Maria and I had been sexually active and I told her we were and that was the part I missed most.

My Sister put her hand on my hand and started to squeeze it as my cock stood up hard. She asked me how far the two of us had been sexually. I admitted that I loved it when Maria gave me blowjobs. Then she pulled down my shorts and massaged my hard cock. She layed down beside me with her head down around my waist and took my cock in her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down and as I stated to tense up, she whispered " Relax little brother". She gave me a nice slow blowjob and I pumped a huge load of cum in her mouth and she almost gagged.

What started out as a "sympathy" blowjob from my 18 year old sister turned into full blown sex until she went off to college. She was my first real piece of pussy and I quickly forgot about Maria....

  • Sister

    I found naked pictures on my sisters phone. wow she has wonderful round boobs for a 47yo. i would love to touch them and suck on her nipples.

    I Can't Control My Desires For Him

    A couple of months ago I got home early from work to find my step son fucking his girlfriend from behind on our sofa.

    I must have stood there a good two to three minutes watching him thrusting into his girlfriend before they noticed me.

    I made out I'd literally just entered the house, as they hurriedly got dressed. But as my step son pulled his jogging bottoms on, he made sure I saw his pussy cream covered glistening cock first.

    The look we shared was pure lust both ways, and we both knew it.
    When his girlfriend left, my stepson asked me how long I'd been stood there. When I lied, he said "No you weren't just there. You'd been watching us fuck for some time. I saw you in the mirror".

    Before I could say anything he added as he pulled his semi hard cock out "I bet you want some of this too".
    I didn't get chance to say or do anything further as his father pulled up on the driveway.
    We both acted like nothing had happened and I went to have a shower.

    Since then knowing in my head if my stepson, who's twenty by the way, wanted me sexually, I would have let him fuck me. And since then he's not stopped flirting with me.
    Only last week he left his bedroom door open and brazenly masturbated as I walked past his room.

    In eight days time his father will be going away on business for five days.
    My step son has already stated he's going to fuck me when his father's not around.
    I told him it's not happening. But I don't trust myself as I'm now constantly thinking about his young fit body and his gorgeous looking cock.

  • Step Daughter

    Woke up at 4 Am heard my step daughter having sex , went down the hall her door was open a little and she was riding her boyfriend moving her body grinding on his cock she was rubbing her nipples and moaning I could not walk away then she went down on his pretty big dick . I went downstairs to the bathroom and jerked off. I never had any sexual thoughts but now i cant get that image out of my mind

    MAKE A MOVE!

    GOD I WISH MY STEP DAD WOULD GET THE HINT THAT I'M TOTALLY UP FOR FUCKING HIM!!

    I want him to stop being a pussy and just TAKE ME SOMEWHERE AND FUCK ME.

    I've dropped SOOOOOOOO many hints and he's JUST NOT GETTING IT.

    I'm 18 now, PLOW ME!!!!

  • I Love Him So So Much

    There isn't much point in trying to defend myself, or what we're doing.
    The facts are I've always loved him that way and he's such a wonderful lover.
    There wasn't any doubt in my mind I was going to have him take my virginity. Or that I would do absolutely anything he wanted sexually.
    When I first tasted his gorgeous cock, I actually felt like my entire body was sexually alive. I wanted him inside me so much, I deep throated his cock during that first encounter. And it's something he loves me doing now.
    Missionary was our first position and as his cock entered my soaking wet pussy, I orgasmed with an intensity that I'd never been able to do from playing with my pussy and clit.
    I was seventeen years old and driven by passion for him and after he'd fucked me into a series of climaxes and cum deep inside of me, he moved down my body and drank his own cum and my pussy juices from my quivering c**t.
    He went on to devour my pussy and arsehole, making me orgasm over and over again, until I was utterly exhausted.
    Lying together on his thick lounge rug, we spoke about our situation and how we'd go about making sure it was kept secret. Then I played with cock and balls until he became erect again. It was my turn to fuck him and putting my thighs over his body, I impaled myself on his thick cock.
    I rode him slowly at first, letting him squeeze my small breasts, then as he began to thrust upwards, I began to really fuck him.
    It was a wonderful start to our sexual relationship as we both came in one huge orgasm.
    It's now three years on from our first sexual experience and every week we make time to have sex. I love him so utterly entirely, that I don't have, want or need a boyfriend.
    He pleasures me for hours at a time and makes me climax from oral, vaginal and anal sex, so why would I want anyone else but my grandfather.

    Reward From Mother In Law

    My first sex experience with my mother-in-law was her giving me a handjob in her kitchen. Later that day we had proper sex, basic missionary. It progressed to her being quite adventurous and best of all giving proper cum in mouth oral. Why? Because she knows that her daughter is quite restrictive in sex and it's a reward for me for not going with other women. I'm not complaining!

    Caught

    I am a 43 year old female. I have been married for 17 years to a wonderful man. Ian, my husband, is very conservative. I was his second serious girlfriend and when we met he had only had sex with the girl he dated before me and she had been his high school sweetheart. I on the other hand was a little more adventurous when we met having had sex with multiple partners before Ian, though he thinks it is only two. I am a registered nurse and he works for a tech firm. We have two teenagers, Conor and Chelsea. They are actually the center of this confession.
    Ian was away last weekend for a work conference and I had book club on Friday night. This left the kids alone which, given their ages, was no big deal. When I got to the cafe for book club two of the ladies texted that they had to cancel. As one other had canceled already, it left just me and Jackie. We decided to just have a glass of wine and call it a night. Usually, I am out until 11:00 for book club, but I headed home early and was walking in the door at 7:30. What I found when I entered my house was a shock to say the least. Music was playing in the family room which I suppose explains why they didn’t hear me for what I saw will forever be burned in my memory. Both of my children were naked and Conor was laying back on the couch while Chelsea was riding him for all it was worth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. After a few seconds, I flipped on the light and told them to both go to their rooms and get dressed. They were surprised to see me home so early to say the least. They were saying things like, “its not what it seems” and “mom you’re not supposed to be home so early” I told them I didn’t want excuses just go to their rooms. They were a mess of apologies and tears as they gathered up their clothes and ran to their rooms. I then went to our liquor cabinet, poured myself a large bourbon and sat thinking what to do. After I calmed down, I went to Chelsea’s room to be certain that her brother hadn’t forced her. By the look of what I saw I had no doubt that it was mutual but as she is younger I needed to be certain that she wasn’t manipulated. What I found out surprised me but in the end I was confident there had been no abuse. Since the event, I have spoken with them together and individually and got the full story as to how it all started. I promised them I would not tell Ian and I haven’t. There is no way he would understand. Now I sit and wonder how best to proceed.

    No Remorse

    My confession is that despite knowing I should hate my dad for what he did to me when I was younger, but I don't. I love him more now than ever. I know what he did would be classed as abuse - our relationship has been physical for years, but it was me who initiated and convinced him to continue the many times he tried to stop it.

    My dad worked 2 jobs to keep us afloat, so I had to do a lot of the cleaning and cooking, but he was always so appreciative. I'd live for the fork being put down on an empty plate and his praise of a good meal. It would make me feel so happy that I could give him something he liked and enjoyed.

    I think it was discussing with my friends about 'men' and sex that may have turned my head to seeing my dad as not just my dad but a man with needs. Certainly I had no time for boys as I had to get home and help around the house and yes in my head I thought of myself as a woman now, cooking a decent meal, making sure his work jeans were cleaned every week. I took pride in helping and we were a team. In my head, this mixture of having a man of my very own instead of the silly boys that my friends were involved with slowly started to turn romantic.

    I started to kiss him on the mouth, just a peck at first, but a bit longer after a while until it was like a couples kiss. It became natural to say goodbye or good morning with a proper kiss on the lips. I adored it. I'd wrap my arms around his neck after and he'd tell me about his day.

    We consummated our love on my 16th birthday. Dad had saved up and we went to dinner together in his truck. It was lovely and he tipped the server to bring me out a cupcake with a candle and I distinctly remember thinking that I was a woman now, and I wanted him to see me as a woman first.

    As we drove home I put my hand on his leg and tried to explain my feelings. That I loved him so very deeply, that I thought of him as a good man who provides for his family, that I was hopelessly in love with him and that I was more than ready to assume more of the 'duties' that my mom had neglected.

    We sat in near silence for the whole ride home, my hand still on his leg, and parked in the garage. He turned to me and said that I didn't know what I was saying and that he didn't understand what that meant. I let my hand slip up his leg to his lap and told him that I knew exactly what I meant, that I wanted for him to look at me as a woman instead of his kid. I shuffled over the bench seat and for the first time, kissed his neck. I think he was in shock, as he didn't pull away. I straddled him, guiding his hands to my hips. He grabbed my hands and pushed me back, looking at me in shock. He started saying something but I rushed forwards and kissed him hard on the mouth, murmuring "Kiss me daddy, it's ok, it's ok, I want you to, kiss me now". He resisted for 5 long seconds but slowly his grip on my wrists loosened enough for me to guide them to my breasts and his mouth opened and we kissed properly for the first time. Fireworks went off in my head. We left the car and he carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing to his bedroom.

    He asked me if I was sure, and I said yes and then asked if I was a virgin and I said yes again. When he entered me it made my whole body light on fire and there was a brief bit of pain from his penis breaking my hymen. Every neurone fired at once and I was suddenly deliriously happy. I wrapped my legs around his torso and surrendered to the feeling of his thrusts, whispering in his ear that it was ok, that I wanted this, that I loved him and that I was his.

    He didn't last long - and when he came it came almost from nowhere. Suddenly he tensed up and i felt 5 big pumps of semen fill my insides. His regret was instant, almost in tears and definitely in shock. We sat on the end of the bed naked as I consoled him, reassuring him that I loved him more now than before, that I wanted to make him feel special and that he'd given me the perfect birthday present. He came around after about an hour and we talked all night about how long I'd loved him. He couldn't believe what had happened and started to justify it as a one time mistake thing but I made it clear to him that I didnt want it to only happen once, that I craved his touch, wanted regular sex with him, that my body was his whenever he wanted to ask for it. He rang his boss and took a day off so he could take me to get Plan B. We held hands in the car the whole way there and back. That evening, after dinner, we made love again in his bed, and this time I came for the first time. Afterwards, as I got up to go to my room he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Stay with me" he said and I was only too glad to get back into his bed.

    So my Dad and I have basically been in a relationship ever since. He sees a woman for a few dates every now and then, but its just for show to his buddies as cover for any stories he tells them. As for me, I love keeping his house, serving his meals and him taking me to bed.

  • Laundry Basket

    My girlfriend lives with her mum, sister and her sisters girlfriend all of whom share a bathroom and a laundry hamper.

    When I go over, I go to the bathroom, empty the laundry basket on the floor and select a handful of panties and as I sniff and lick them clean I try and work out whose they are.

    My dream is to be able to tell whose they are just by how they smell and taste.

    I'm pretty sure I can now tell which are my girlfriends and her mums, but still working on her sister and sisters girlfriend.