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>while i'm eplican the same thing happens as story except i'm pelican >so like i see two people and crying happens but is reverse >realise i can tell the future but am pelican don't know what to do >mfw
end of story others please share your pelican encounters
>>591058100 >be <10 >sisters are >10 but <15 >both sisters and I shared room >older sister and I still awake >just recently became aware of females having different genitals >tell sister "I got a secret" or some dumb shit >she asks what it is >"I'll tell you if you let me touch your private parts" >"ok" >get up and walk few feet to her bed >be very dark, can't see shit >can make out her laying on her back without covers >see her pull down pajama pants+underwear >run fingers from belly to across her pubs down to her pajamas that she was holding >wtf am I feeling (no hair on own body at this age) >"that wasn't your private parts" >"yeah it was" >keep bugging her to let me feel >ends with her saying "no privates please" and we both go to bed First time ever telling anyone this story. My childhood gets messed up sexually some time after this experience (messed around with neighborhood girlies around same age), but this was the only instance with relatives.
>"At night, I love more than anything else to be near where [Albert Schweitzer] is and mount guard over him. After getting my fish from the kitchen, I perch on the door that closes the veranda near his room. Whoever wants to come up on the porch gets warned off by my hissing. If the visitor pays no attention, I hit him hard with my beak from above--European or African, it makes no difference to me.
>After dinner, when the Doctor is sitting by the light of a lamp at his work table, I fly to the door of the enclosure surrounding our old shelter and perch there facing him. When I hiss or click my beak, he says to me, 'Dear pelican, dear pelican!'
>Sometimes he stops writing and talks softly to me in the night. Those night hours spent with him are very precious to me. When his light goes out, I sleep until dawn, the hour for fishing."
When I was 13 and my sister 16, we fucked over the summer... a lot. started with spin the bottle during a sleepover with a few of her friends, I was invited because I was the only guy, and they didn't want to play with just girls.
>>591058100 >be me, mid teens >have sister two years younger >parents out for the evening >wrestling with sister on couch >accidentally grab her beak >she doesn't mind >says she has to go to bathroom >asks if I can help >get into bathroom >she tells me it sucks that my gf is grounded >maybe she could be my gf tonight >I'm pounding her egghole >she has a egg stuffed in her twat >crikey bruv, ur fixin' to wreck me flightpath! >shut up and lick my feathers you bird-brain! >I peck her lightly on the forehead >hurry up, before mom and dad fly home >she stuffs her claws in my beak >I cum on her wings >she reaches into the nest >she was a pelican the entire time >I give her tree fiddy
>hear sister outside bedroom door >get dick out and wank it in plain view >put headphones in and search for porn >she comes in early while I'm on porn homepage with headphones in >keep jerking while she walks into room making out I don't notice >make out its an accident and she leaves
I sighed. The howling of the wind outside my window was a constant distraction from the book I was trying to read. By candlelight, of course, since the power was out. We always get bad storms around this time of year, and the blackouts that come with them are damn near annual. I pulled the blankets tighter around my body and found my place again, one miserable hand braving the frigid air of the room to hold the pages aloft. Three days now, and us with no fireplace. I sighed again.
Before I could get back into the story, there was a knock at my door. "Jack?" came the query. Annabelle, my sister. "Come in," I called. She did, huddled in her own blanket. "My room is cold," she said, "can I sleep with you?" Annabelle's room had a draft somewhere, which Dad hadn't managed to find and fix yet. "Sure, kiddo," I replied. I lifted the covers with one hand as she scurried over to my bed. I'd be glad of the heat of an extra body. Anna dropped her blanket and jumped in, and I quickly tucked the covers back around us both. She squirmed around until she found a comfortable position, tucked up against me with her back to my chest. With my chin fitting just over the top of her head and my arms on either side of her skinny frame, I was able to hold my book such that I could continue reading comfortably. As comfortably as one can read lying in bed, at any rate.
My little sister has always been full of energy, so it was with a familiar resignation that I suffered her various small twistings and turnings as we lay there. Slowly the air under the blankets heated up again, until it was quite comfortable. Sighing once more, but happily, I gave her smooch on the head, which earned me a giggle. "Whatcha reading?" Annabelle asked. I told her. "You should read to me," she said. Smiling to myself, I complied.
Finding my place on the page, I began to speak softly. Anna settled down, listening. There were two characters talking over how to go about saving the kingdom from falling into darkness, or something. [Yeah, don't start about my taste in books.] After some paragraphs, Anna talked over me, reading one of the woman's lines. This is a familiar game we played when she was learning to read, so it came naturally for me to pick back up again with the man's lines. I smiled a little to myself from nostalgia. My sister was enjoying it too, perhaps a little too much -- as the two main characters had now devolved into bickering, familiar territory for a brother and sister!
With the next turn of the page, though, things took an unanticipated turn of their own. The protagonists had made up, and were now making out. I wondered if I should put the book down, but Anna kept right on reading without hesitation. I decided to wait and see how she would react. There weren't many lines (as in, dialogue) by this point, so we took turns narrating instead. It quickly became obvious that my decision of a moment ago would be put to the test, and sooner than I might have liked.
Annabelle likes to read, and she borrows my own books from time to time. Besides that, she isn't the child she once was. I knew that more adult-oriented prose was not unfamiliar territory to her, but it is one thing to read in the privacy of one's own thoughts... and quite another thing to read, aloud, in the arms of one's own brother. Not wanting to be the one to make things awkward, I kept up my end while she continued unabashedly with her own. I was soon saddled with another growing concern, though; this one in my shorts.
As the story we were reading got progressively steamier, I struggled to keep from getting aroused. It was hard, with a warm girl spooned cozily in my embrace. All at once however, I broke from my raging introspection, becoming suddenly aware that Annabelle had not been reading as blithely along as I had first thought. For one, she was very still -- which for her is practically a miracle -- and for another, her voice seemed to be getting softer. Yes, she was definitely reading more quietly, almost breathing the words. But she was still reading, and she didn't seem to be showing any embarrassment, so I continued to do the same, matching her tone for tone. It was an immensely intimate experience, and made my heart swell with love.
Meanwhile, our randy protagonists had gotten well and truly naked and were proceeding to do what naked people in fantasy books do. The man was trailing kisses down the woman's body, and began to eat her out. It was phrased a lot more delicately than that, of course, but that's what was happening nevertheless. This was pretty much the final straw for me, as cunnilingus is a particularly strong turn-on for me. My senses seeming more acute than they had any right to be, I could feel my erection growing... and was quickly aware that due to various circumstantial particulars (and mostly bad luck), that it was about to peek right through the flap of my boxers. I shifted, trying be unobtrusive, pulling my hips away in an attempt to reposition. It was too late, though. Rather than pulling the head back through the flap, the movement only succeeded in freeing me from whatever friction had held me from slipping through before. My raging boner sprang eagerly out... smack into my little sister's ass.
Anna stopped in the middle of a word, absolutely motionless. My face flushed with embarrassment. There's no escape from it now, I thought. I should have cut this off when I had the chance. But then she continued, the slight break in her narration almost unnoticeable. Oh Anna, I thought, thank you! If she was going to pretend nothing had happened, I would damn well do the same. I tried subtly to back away further, but pulling away more only pointed my dick straighter, right at her ass. I decided to stop while I was behind and concentrate on getting my erection to go down.
Thankfully, the scene we were reading was drawing to a close. The marked difference between the frantic thoughts in my head and the still, quiet, atmosphere in the room struck me as suddenly funny. To an outside observer it might appear that nothing at all had happened. I managed to keep from laughing, and as we came slowly towards the chapter break there was a line that Anna didn't read. I waited patiently, pulse fluttering, until I heard the slow deep sound of her breath, and noticed how completely her body had relaxed. She was asleep.
I closed the book, breathing a sigh of relief. Must be a day for sighing. Then I yawned, as if to put the lie to my previous thought. My muscles were sore from the effort of holding myself in increasingly difficult positions, and I forced myself to relax, trying to think about anything but sex and my penis still poking lightly into Annabelle's backside. Maybe she was half asleep the whole time, I allowed myself to hope. Maybe she won't remember a thing come the morning. My left hand felt tingly; it must have fallen asleep, that arm having been outstretched beneath my now-sleeping sister the entire time. Gently I attempted to disentangle myself from her, but then froze instantly as she stirred. Mumbling something in her sleep, Anna snuggled down closer into my arms. Oh, god! My erection came back full force as she pressed back against me, momentarily pressing firmly into her buttocks and then slipping right between her thighs. I felt a wet patch as I slid past where I had been resting against her pajamas: precum, surely. I was going to hell for this.
As soon as she settled back down, I tried again. This time she rested soundly, and I managed to free both my arm and my poor, tormented, penis from their respective prisons. Moving as slowly and silently as I could, I rolled away and sat up, intending to put away the book and put out the candle, then take a much-needed trip to the restroom. As I went to get up, though, I caught one foot in the covers and fell unceremoniously to the floor, just barely avoiding a sure concussion from the edge of the dresser. Half dragging Annabelle with me, I landed with a loud thump, followed by a crash as various items from the dresser top were knocked over or to the floor. Anna startled awake, looking around frantically, while I lay there in dismay, checking to be sure I was unhurt. I heard her gasp. "The candle, Jack!" she squeaked. I looked around to see the candle we had read by laying sideways on the floor, a dark spot beginning to smoke beneath it on the floorboards. I quickly crawled over and blew the flame out.
Suppressing a sigh, I gathered myself and began putting things back on the dresser. There was enough moonlight to see by, at least. "Are you OK? What happened?" asked Annabelle. "I'm fine-" a knock on my door interrupted me. "Everything OK in there, son?" my Dad asked. "Your Mom got scared, and said I should come check on you." "Yeah, fine," I responded. "I fell out of bed." Dad chuckled. "I thought you'd outgrown that. Well okay, buckle up next time. I'm getting back to bed, it is *cold*!" I heard footsteps receding. As though his statement had made it true, I became acutely aware of the temperature and just about dived back into my own bed. Too much action for one night, I decided. I rolled over, my back to Anna's, and wrapped up in the blankets. "You're cold!" Annabelle proclaimed, elbowing me in the ribs. "Shut it, squirt!" I responded with one cold hand on her neck and was rewarded with a squeal as she flinched away. "Now settle down, I want to get some shuteye," I commanded, imperiously. "Yes, sir!" came the reply (with palpable sarcasm), but she did as I requested. Somehow I fell asleep.
The power returned during the night. I was woken as Annabelle sprang brightly out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning. Nine o'clock, I think. "Damn kids and their cartoons," I muttered teasingly. She stuck her tongue out at me and made her escape, probably to watch Spongebob or something. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
We celebrated the return of electricity with the waffle iron. Hot breakfast was wonderful after three days of cold food. Anna was her usual cheery self, dragging me off to play some game or another as soon as we'd wolfed down our food. Mom resignedly started in on the dishes. Partway through a game of Battleship, Anna commented, "I think I'd like to read that book of yours. Can I borrow it when you're done?" "Sure," I replied. "Thanks! E4." Damn, my battleship.
The day was uneventful. I was relieved to find that nothing seemed weird with Anna. I'm only slightly ashamed to admit that I found myself some alone time at one point and obtained some long-deferred release. I'm a bit more ashamed to admit that the memory of last night factored prominently into said release. And I'm quite ashamed to admit that I may have slanted that memory. Just a little. Thinking about what might have happened in other circumstances was more than enough to put me over the top, but when I was done I felt immediately dirty and vowed to myself to put those thoughts away for good.
Vow or no vow, I found it hard to concentrate on reading that night. Every time I started a sentence, my mind went off on a tangent and I had to wrench it back in an attempt to focus. Eventually I gave up and put the book aside, deciding to just go to sleep early. I had little luck actually falling asleep, though. The closest I got was to drift in that half-asleep state where you have no sense of time, my thoughts wandering, remembering, then forcing them away again. I think it must have been that last conscious effort that kept me awake. I don't know how long that went on, but it was interrupted by a soft knock on my door again. "Jack?" Annabelle, of course. Sighing, I replied, "yes?"
She opened the door and stepped into my room, flicking the lights on as she did. I didn't say you could come in, I thought. Anna smiled, a little shyly it seemed. "Reading with you last night, that was fun," she said. "I can't remember the last time we did that." I nodded, multiple responses competing in my head but none reaching my lips. "Can we do it again?" she asked. I say asked, but she didn't wait for a reply. Instead she glanced around, purposefully gathered the book from my dresser, then lifted the covers and inserted herself into my arms. Bemused, I allowed her to settle herself in and then took the book from her, opening it to where we had left off.
"I don't remember this part," she said. "I think we are back here." Annabelle flipped pages backwards to the start of the previous chapter. You've got to be kidding me!, I thought. This is before even where we started last time! What does this mean? She wants to read that section again. My pulse began to race. She remembers. More, she wants to do it again?! I've got to put a stop to this right away. "The champions have been gathered. Now all that remains is to begin the Quest..." I began to read.
It went much like before, except this time I knew what was coming. It was all I could do to fend off an anticipatory boner. I kept thinking to myself that I needed to stop, to find another book, to send Anna back to her room, to... something. It was no use, though. I didn't do a thing, didn't move a muscle. Just read on, knowing what was coming. Was Anna usually this squirmy? I didn't know. Things were moving fast towards a train wreck and I didn't want to turn aside. The admission lifted a weight from my shoulders. Anna obviously wanted this, why was I so scared? The last of my guilt and shame washed aside. Just in time, it would seem, since the story was starting to get good again.
There's no way she can't be doing this on purpose, I thought. I won't hold back. Maybe when Anna sees what she's really inciting here, she'll back off. So I decided. I let the erection come, and I pressed myself tightly to her. Anna pressed back. When the story had the hero stroking the woman's chest, I suited actions to words. She only squirmed a little in my arms. When he began to undress her, I slid Anna's nightgown upwards. She made a little noise deep in her throat, but when her part came she read it nonetheless. As my hand slid her gown up past her waist, I realized belatedly that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. Well, I thought. That settles it for sure.
From then on it was no inhibitions. I maintained the pretext of reading the book, but eventually Anna's responses became more and more belated. She obviously wasn't paying any attention to the book at all. I set it aside and gripped her shoulders, turning her to face me. I looked into her eyes, and then I asked her, "is this really what you want?" Her only reply was to roll us over; me onto my back, her above me. She arced her back, sitting straight, and ground her crotch into mine. The look of lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
>be me >be 9 years old >sister is super irresponsible 13 year old >her two friend show me tits in exchange for back rubs >spend time "playing house" with one of them >sister joins in playing house >make my pee pee go boing boing boing
Eventually I could resist no longer. I kissed her once, on the lips, then once on the lips. I drew myself free from my boxers, and then I looked her questioningly in the eye. She must have known what I was asking, because she reached down and spread herself for me. With a feeling something like dread mixed with awe, I pressed myself slowly into her soft warmth. It was too much for me, though. The anticipation and my long foreplay had so excited me that no sooner than I had pushed the tip in I was forced to pull out abruptly. Which I did, immediately spilling my seed over her belly.
I collapsed softly alongside her, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips. When I looked at her, Anna just smiled and whispered, "I guess there's always tomorrow...." I had to agree at that point, for I was quite suddenly exhausted. I cradled her head to my chest and we lay there awhile, contentedly. Then I forced myself out of bed and found some tissue to clean up with, and Anna kissed me softly good-night and went quietly back to her room.
The next day was a school day, which had certain distinct advantages. For example, it was also a work day. As well, my classes ended half an hour or so before Annabelle's. With a great deal of effort I managed to keep her from my thoughts, though I repeatedly caught myself drifting into daydreams. At last school came to a close, and I hurried home to attend to business. I did so with great vigor, hopefully assuring myself rather more stamina should things go the way I hoped.
Shortly thereafter, Anna arrived home as well. She greeted me cheerfully but, to my dismay, proceeded to set in on a stack of homework that looked rather impossibly large to my biased eye. "You know," I said to her, "I didn't make it to the end of the chapter. I'd like to see where it's going to end up, if you're interested...?" Anna just smiled, and began to hum to herself. Resigned, I decided better than to pressure her, and so went to my room to kill some time.
Before too long, my patience was rewarded. Knocking and entering, Annabelle sauntered over to where I was listening to a CD. Lifting an earbud from my ear, she put it to her own, curious. I laughed as she made a face. "Yuck, I don't know how you can listen to that stuff!" she teased. I mock-angrily jerked the earpiece back from her, turning my head pointedly away as though to ignore her. She, in turn, leaned "nonchalantly" across where I was sitting and plucked the book we had been reading from my dresser. I caught an impish grin just before she pranced back out the door. Game on, I thought.
I waited a bit before following her out the door, and then down the hall to her own room. Entering, this is what I saw: the lights were off, but there was plenty of light from the afternoon sun shining in through her one window. Anna herself was laying in bed, propped against some pillows, watching me. She had gotten into the storage bin in her closet and brought out all of her stuffed animals. These were arrayed around the room, on the dresser, chair, table, headboard; all were facing towards the bed. I indicated these with a sweep of my gaze and raised an eyebrow at my sister. "So they can watch," she said slyly. I noticed a lone teddy bear staring forlornly out the window. "What about him?" "He's on lookout," she giggled.
I wasn't sure whether to find the situation cute or bizarre, but my libido was far from confused. Anna held out her arms, and I went willingly to her embrace. It was strangely erotic to kiss my sister, there on her bed, with the thought of those many pairs of eyes upon us. Where before I had drawn things out, however, there was now a gentle urgency to my desire. Perhaps sensing this, Anna began to disrobe and I followed suit. When she was down to her undergarments, I laughed to see she was wearing a pair of Hello Kitty panties. I planted a kiss directly on them, murmuring, "Well hello, kitty!" Annabelle giggled, and said, "It seemed like you liked... little-girl things." I blushed a little, and almost -- almost -- had the good sense to be ashamed of my actions, but then she smiled to take the sting from the remark, and more importantly shucked the last of her clothes in two smooth motions.
With Anna now lying naked before me, I savored the moment. She really was beautiful, in ways I had never noticed before. She was small, and thin, yes, but not frail-looking. The gentle swell of her developing breasts and the light down upon her mons made her look more a woman than she did clothed. She lay there and watched me taking in the whole of her, and I smiled lovingly, accepting. And then I flipped her over and drew her hips back and up to my groin, eliciting a startled yelp at which I laughed cheerfully. Then, more soberly, I placed the tip of my penis at the entrance to her vagina and began to press, slowly. She whimpered a little when I felt her hymen give, but did not stop me, and in a moment I was buried completely inside of her.
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Annabelle was laying with her head sideways, biting her lower lip, her hands balled into light fists above her. I leaned over her back, kissing her neck, and slid my hands over hers, which opened to twine her fingers between mine. "I will wait 'til you're ready," I breathed into her ear. She nodded, and for a while we abided. I listened to her drawn breaths grow slower and more relaxed, and then, with a suppressed moan, she began to move against me. Taking my cue, I leaned back upright and got down to business.
It really defies description. I mean, you know what sex feels like or you don't, but it's the mental part that makes it wonderful. It's so much more than just the physical act when you can be with a person you love deeply, and perform that most intimate of acts. That is precisely what I was thinking as I began to pound my rigid cock rapidly in and out of my little sister's cunt from behind, there on her bed with the Little Mermaid comforter she had never quite bothered to replace, the afternoon sun streaming through the little particles of dust in the air, as the eyes of her small army of stuffed animals gazing on, unblinking.
Though we were alone, I still did my best to keep from moaning loudly, a habit which would prove invaluable many times in the future. Anna did the same, and so the loudest sound in the room was the wet slapping noises coming from the place between us where our bodies joined, followed closely by the gasping intake and exhalation of our respective breaths. Finally the moment came where I knew there was no going back, and I pulled her tight to me and pushed as deep as I could. Throwing my head back, I was just in time to see the teddy bear in the windowsill: its head twisted around and there were pits where its eyes would be, pits dripping a bubbling pitch as it opened a fanged mouth and rasped, "he comes!"
And come I did, filling my sister's womb with an acid that ate through the flesh of her belly and dripped out onto the bed, mingled with blood and semen, the holes so created becoming mouths that sang a siren song of damnation. The sun went black and the Earth began to shudder violently and in the darkness my sister rolled over beneath me and her eyes were black, so black; I stared, frozen, and through a gurgle of blood that passed her lips I could hear her say, "I love you," in the moment before she began to eat my face. I could think of nothing more beautiful at that moment and so, as she began to devour my tongue, the last word that passed my lips was "ZALGOOOO!"
>be me >22, my girlfriend is 22, my sister is "18" >girlfriend is having a bisexual phase >wants to eat out a girl >the only girl I trust enough for that is my sister >ask her >super awkward about it because "hey can my girlfriend eat you out?" is super awkward to ask >sister and I talk a little bit >she says yes >fast foward to the big day >have sister over for dinner >we all get a bit tipsy >decide to break the ice with truth or dare >everyone is naked in no time >my sister has some nice b-cup titties >dare sister and girlfriend to go into the bedroom for 2 minutes with the light out >go in after a minute and a half >girlfriend is licking my sisters pussy >awesome >start fingering girlfriend >she moans >flips over and scoots next to my sister >puts my hand in my sisters pussy >puts my other hand in her own pussy >fingering both of them >raging boner >put on condom and start fucking girlfriend while she eats out my sister >sister says she wants some of that >I look at her funny >she tells me to stop being a prude >says she's on birth control and I can fuck her without the condom >magicwords.jpg >realize for the first time that she's probably a whore but don't care >rip off condom and slide my cock in >glorious pleasure envelopes my dick >girlfriend is masturbating to me fucking my own sister >ask if I can cum >they both tell me to hold it in as long as I can >bust a nut inside my sister >my first creampie >no regrets
>now married >still occasionally have threesomes >still occasionally bust a nut in my sister
Though we were alone, I still did my best to keep from moaning loudly, a habit which would prove invaluable many times in the future. Anna did the same, and so the loudest sound in the room was the wet slapping noises coming from the place between us where our bodies joined, followed closely by the gasping intake and exhalation of our respective breaths. Finally the moment came where I knew there was no going back, and I pulled her tight to me and pushed as deep as I could. Throwing my head back, I came deep inside of her, in an orgasm that seemed never to end. Anna herself orgasmed with me, perhaps prompted by the feel of my own release, her contractions seeming to milk me of my seed. Then I lay down beside her, spooning, wrapping her in my arms and my love. I slowly went soft inside her, and we dozed dreamily side by side.
After a time, by unspoken agreement we got up and began to clean up and dispose of the evidence. As we went about this silently, it dawned on me more completely what I had done. The same must have been true of Annabelle because she suddenly stopped and turned to me, her face becoming pale. "I could get pregnant!" she exclaimed, panic beginning to rise in her voice. "Shhh, it's okay," I assured her, though I felt far from assured myself. "I'll go immediately and get one of those morning-after pills to be sure." That seemed to calm her some, though she was still worried. I had let myself get caught up in the moment and now there were consequences. The pall over our previous joy was disheartening, and so I cleaned up quickly and went to keep my promise. The next few weeks were strained, but eventually Anna's period came and our anxiety turned to relief, which we promptly celebrated at the first opportunity. With protection.
Annabelle and I maintain our close relationship to this day. The term "reading" came to hold an obvious private meaning for the two of us, and once or twice almost caused us trouble. At Easter dinner, for example, my mother had commented to an uncle that her children were "always reading together" and that she thought it was sweet. Anna had a look of shock, and I burst out laughing, but we managed to talk our way out of it. Rather often we do actually read together, too. The logistics have changed a bit now that she has grown tall, [more] beautiful, and began college, but we manage. She dates now, but I suspect by the rate of turnover that none of her boyfriends make it past first base. It makes me smile.
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