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A few months back I had to step away from my work as an erotic writer and autobiography recorder.
The many emails and personal urges to carry on gave me joy and inspiration. Thank you all! My work here is all about me and my family. The journey through my writings is truly sexual and very unconventional and with it many emotions are brought forth and a need to cool down. The last few months have been my cooling and recharging period. I am back now and fully prepared to reveal all about me and my past.
My dear Auntie Rosie and my darling daddy would be so pleased I am also telling their tale in full as well as my own. This section of my work is solely devoted to Rosie and her brother, my dad.
I shall continue to share what I learned from Rosie in her extensive memoirs which were left to me and the things I found in that old trunk she kept hidden away for all those many years. Kinky, lusty, incestuous Rosie…my wonderful auntie! Dirty and delightful and all wrapped up with my daddy. My sexy stud of a daddy whom I too adored as did all who encountered him, both men and women. All fell under his spell. A spell of sex, power, seduction and lust!
Now I carry on with the section of her memoirs she called, “The Blue Movie”. Remember this is in her own words and a reflection of the way she spoke to me, her Carol Luv.
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I assured him a very sexy wannabe starlet would be his co-star and she’d put out and probably let him try out a few new positions. Secretly, I would see to it as the director’s assistant. I would make the bitch do what was required, even if I had to show her how!
I rubbed his big toe seductively. I told him, “And you have no worries about too many people involved, Tony. It will be the director upstairs, a hired camera guy, the sexy lady co-star, and me.”
Well, he laughed and laughed. He spilled the last of the drink on the damn sofa. I could have screamed.
“I knew it, Rosie. I bloody knew it. Always the horny gal with the itchy gash!” He giggled while his trimmed moustache twitched with glee.
“I’d say fuck you, but you’d like that!” I retorted and I bit his socked toe. He yelped. The nylon sock tasted salty but somehow not awful. Nice really.
“Fucking you, Rosie. Well, that may be an acquired taste for me in years to come and who knows, if you’re lucky, maybe I will. For Christmas some year, I’ll wrap my dick up with a red bow and let you have it!” He hooted as he almost rolled back onto the sofa, feet waggling in the air.
In my mind Carol Luv, I wanted to say, bring on Christmas, bring it on! He was all I wanted for Christmas, really, with all my heart.
Carol Luv, I just looked at him, your dad, sitting there so full of himself and so confident in what he had to offer sexually to anyone. He was cocky but in a refined way, a way that melted my heart and wet my cunt. Sorry to be so blunt, but truth is truth!
I lashed out, the randy whore I was, and I slapped his outstretched legs with my hand. He yelped and carried on laughing at his cock from Christmas joke.
His sexy socked feet landed back in front of me where I knelt on the floor. I reached up and ran my hand up his trouser clad leg and moved to his strong thigh, I just let my hand rub tenderly along that thigh muscle. I knew what effect I was having, it always worked. A big sister knows! I saw him stop the silly laughing and gaze down at me with those heavenly green eyes, so playful and so kind.
“You really want me to do this movie, I know, Rosie.” He said calmly with a dreamy look on his handsome face. I smiled up at him and nodded eagerly.
“Yes, I really do. And it’s just part of what we do Tony. We have fun, lots of fun. And no matter who you marry, you better have room for me in your private life. You’d better!” I said in a sombre tone.
Tony, your loving dad, just smiled. By now Carol Luv, we had begun to grow more intimate than we had been back in England. He trusted me implicitly and I him. We had a bond nobody could break, not even your dear mum.
I carried on rubbing his warm, muscle-tensed thigh. I loved the way he just let my manicured fingers roam free. No hang-ups, so open to me. I knew it excited him. Always had!
I assured Tony that once all was arranged with Mr. Pudgy from upstairs, we’d know the date and time. I had alerted my dear director buddy that Tony was busy and Sundays or evenings after 7 pm would be best. Pudgy did not seem to care. He said the key was getting this actress he wanted from New York here bakırköy escort and ready to work on his latest blue movie.
I did not know until later who the actress was. If you are able to find equipment to watch the old loop film, you might recognize her from your time watching American TV back in the late 60’s and 70’s. After her rocky, cheap start as a frowsy bleached blonde in some early 50’s “nature loops”, she pulled her act together, lost a bit of weight, became a raven-haired temptress on a rather good daytime soap. Who’d of thought the cheap whore could make good? And as you’ll see, she was a real tramp. And you thought I was a crazy cunt? This dumb broad makes me look pretty good, Carol honey!
Anyway, I digress. I saw a kind of hungry look in Tony’s green eyes. I knew that helpless look very well.
“No date tonight?” I sighed as he lay back on the sofa. My hand just resting and doing a little rub-rub thing mid-thigh. His leg was so hot; I could feel it thru the fabric of his trousers.
“No, I don’t go out that much Rosie, you know it!” He said defensively.
I laughed kindly. “Yeah, I know, I know. And you get laid only once a month or so.”
“A man has needs Rosie, I do. And not all my dates are, you know, up for it.” Tony said in his cultured tone.
“It meaning a good fuck. And no, Tony, they don’t all put out. But you know I am here, always am. And I have needs, baby. I do.” I shot back, holding my hand still on his thigh.
“Rosie, we do plenty. More than we should. But fucking, fucking is. I am confused. I know you love me, love like no other. But fucking, Rosie? Really?” He said all this in a very sincere way as he gazed down at me.
“Listen Tony. I just have always told you, if you want it all, you can have it. But only when it feels right. No pressure. Just relax. Let big Rosie help you.” I sighed back and looked as sweetly as I could up at him.
And Carol Luv, I should just skip the rest. I should not go into this but I know you. If I don’t tell all and you read this after I die, then you’ll curse me and never forgive your sainted auntie.
You are, my dear, just as filthy as I am. And don’t you forget it!
I rubbed my strong fingers deeper into his muscular thigh tissue, deeply massaging now. His eyes shut, he really lay back and he moaned softly. He always sounded like that, from the first day I laid my hand on his brotherly body, he sighed like all the troubles that were on his mind had fled and washed away in the tide. I had that and have that to this very day on him, a deep physical effect. Call it sisterly love.
I moved my hand off his thigh and grabbed his hand that lay on the sofa seat as limp as a dead fish, so relaxed! “Come on, let’s get you really relaxed. Get these clothes off you. Come on! Let’s get to your bedroom now!”
He opened those cute eyes and winked. “Thought you’d never ask!”
“Ask? I am fucking demanding! Move your arse, little brother. Now!” I asserted.
“Yes, ma’am!” He giggled and moved upward off the sofa and we walked, he on his warm socked feet, toward his bedroom.
Physical love between brother and sister is taboo in our prim society. I never liked that word, taboo! I did not believe what I felt for my Tony was evil, sick or sordid. I just went with my gut and my clit, yes, my hungry clit! He was my total dream-boat man. My handsome hero, your daddy!
By the time we got to this point, we had crossed a few key thresholds. As you may have surmised by now!
So my taking him by the arm and leading him to his bedroom, well, we’d been playing that game for a few years now. And I had always told him that if he wanted me, I was his, anytime, anyplace. He could do it all to me. No questions asked. I loved him, Carol Luv, loved him without reservations or regrets.
If I recall, it was a hell of long time back now, I pushed him to his bed and he tumbled back onto it. I switched on the bedside light, tossed a pair of his boxers from the floor over the shade to make it dimmer, sexier, more relaxing.
He pushed up on the bed fully and lay against his pillows.
He always said the same thing, always made me hot. “Rosie, wear your hose, panties and bra for me. I love that!” The guy loved me, chubby lady I am, girdle-free, cause we wore girdles back then if you had a tummy and I did. Your mum, Merle, no girdle on her, great figure she had. Made me sick with envy!
I wore a girdle and hose and snaps for my stockings and a bra başakşehir escort back then. Took ages to get dressed each day, but oh what a fabulous look!
I shed my dress over my head. My big flabby boobs bouncing even in my bra! I unclipped the girdle, undid the stocking snaps and tugged the damn thing free over my legs. My big, kind of shapely legs and then pulled each nylon up as tight as I could. They always slipped down after a bit with no support but my meaty thighs did a pretty good job keeping them aloft!
I stood in my moist nylons with the seam down the back and black toe and heel, my red silky panties (loved red panties) and my usual black push-up style bra. My boobs looked like big full military cannons.
I would prance around the bedroom, pretend I was in a fashion show and Tony would hoot and holler just egging me on. I knew he was hard and juicy for me, I could see his deliciously stiff manhood even while still in his trousers!
All this was for fun and a bit of sexy “just us” time. We loved to be sexy together. We’d try to turn each other on. You’ll see that all over this journal, memoir, or whatever the hell you want to call this highly personal thing you had me write. But I had a hell of a lot of fun recalling it all for you, Carol Luv. Loads of fun!
So I sauntered over to him and knelt alongside him on the bed. I then would lovingly undress my younger, only brother. And I really enjoyed that. Makes me smile now as I recall how fun it was to tenderly strip off his shirt, t-shirt, grab and undo his leather belt, pull apart his trouser buttons and glide them off and over his man-scented socked feet. Bliss!
I loved to see him just in his boxers or briefs and socks, and his sock garters with clips when he used those. He looked so regal with that lush reddish gold hair, that just furry enough defined chest and his muscular yet slender legs all so gently fuzzy with fur. The lamp on the bed table made him look like my guardian angel. He looked so perfect. And that cute little moustache he wore all those years, a little clitty tickler I called it. And he knew it tickled us women just in the right places!
He lay and looked at me and I looked down at him. We said nothing. We just smiled and giggled. Always the same from the first time I did it. We were in harmony and union. Nobody but us; it was just our little world, so perfect and hot as hell!
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Readers, I must pause. Reading my auntie’s words for the one hundredth time still has an earth shattering effect on me. I feel out of breath, ragged and sweaty. Sexually, I tremble and moisten in all my special deep places; Rosie has always been able to make me orgasm just by sharing her life events with me. Knowing both daddy and Rosie for almost all of my life, I can actually feel them with me now as I share this memoir.
Both are now passed away but yet with me as I type and share. My pussy is alive with excitement as I am transported back to 1949-1950 and stand watching daddy lay waiting for Rosie on his little single bed in the shabby apartment in the Back Bay. The voyeur in me so hungry and being fed this manna from my darling Auntie Rosie.
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Rosie’s memoirs carry on…
I would break the spell and rub his body. His chest, his tummy, legs. I would see his cock ready to burst the boxers and I’d laugh. He’d plead. “Rosie, don’t tease me.”
I loved his begging. His hungry, needy eyes looking up at me. I loved the power I had back then over him.
I’d shake my jet dark hair at him and look like the “wicked city temptress” and laugh. He’d squeal and moan. His potent man-seed needing to be sprung from his youthful loins and wanting that sweet release and I was there and so skilled at working his magic skin-flute.
His uncut cock would nearly be peeping out from the flap in the boxers. I’d playfully slap at it and feel the hard inner core. Its strength and solid manly nature evident with every press of my fingertips. It made me feel flush and horny. It made my own panties all wet. Really wet! He was so easily erect back then. So ready! So hard, oh Carol Luv, your daddy was so hard!
We’d tussle like this. He’d grab my big breasts; pull them free from the bra. He’d play with my now available titty mounds. He loved my full nipples and rolled them in his fingertips. He would be a real little devil and pinch them and make me scream. Glad the neighbours did not call the cops! We made such noise. Brother and bayrampaşa escort sister so randy and hot.
The bed would creak and groan as we bounced around. And I was no skinny thing. The floor boards really creaked as we had a good wrestle, two warm bodies rolling around free!
I was just mounting my usual full-on tickle assault on your dad’s sexy silky socked toes when the damn front door of the flat erupted in knocks. I can still hear the damn loud knocking. I was shocked somebody would dare knock so fucking loud!
Thought it was the cops. I told highly aroused Tony to sit tight and I pulled his door shut and grabbed my own robe from my bedroom door. Quickly I pulled it over my now rather exposed self and moved to find out who interrupted my time with your precious daddy.
Carol Luv, creepy Mr. Pudgy stood there, smoking and obviously drunk. I was shocked and my cunt was all wet from foreplay with my love, your dear father.
“Hey, Rosie, told Tony the plan?” He winked at me. I could have slapped him.
“You just keep it down. Tony is home and you’d better pipe down. Yes, he’s agreed to do the film. So bugger off.” I said in stage whisper.
“Hey, good news. Great. The broad I have lined up will be fucking great. You’ll see. Hey, look at you, all undressed under that robe. What you up to with Tony?” he grunted as he flipped his finger at my robe and exposed my right breast.
“Fuck off. I am busy. Call me with a date for the film!” I tried to shut the door. His fat foot blocked my attempt.
“Hey, sugar, you be nice. I gave you some special smokes today and you liked them. So play nice. Let me in, let me see Tony. Let me personally audition my new star. Or the landlord might just raise your rent; he’s a good buddy of mine.” He said puffing his cigarette in my face.
I opened the door and he slunk in wearing his cheap looking suit. He was huge and smelled of garlic, drink and bad cologne. He winked at me and fondled my exposed breast.
“You shit. You better not fuck this up. We both have lots to lose, both of us.” I sneered with hate.
“Got it sexy. We all win, you play along, Tony plays along and I play along. Let’s all play along. Ok?” He smiled. His teeth were all stained and horrid. The thought I might have to, well, do things with him, well it made me sick. Really sick. But I wanted Tony in the film; the idea was appealing and made me so horny. But the price was this creepy man from upstairs and his intrusion into our private evening routine, and into our lives. I hated him for that.
“Wait here. I better alert Tony. And for heaven’s sake, don’t be an asshole. Play but play nice!” I said as I moved to the rear of the flat toward the two small bedrooms.
I had a worry. Your dad had not much bisex experience by that stage, a bit, but not much at all. I had no idea then just how kinky Mr. Pudgy was. He made me look all virginal and pure; he was a very kinky, dirty man. I had allied myself with a real jerk. And a horny hungry bastard at that!
I moved to Tony’s door, and opened it. He lay wide eyed and looking at me.
“What’s going on, Rosie? Who is that in the front room?” He asked quietly. His scrumptious socked toes twitching nervously as he lay on the bed.
“Tony, it’s time for your audition for the blue movie. The director from upstairs is here and he wants to see if you are, up for the job, so to speak.” I said trying to be coy.
Tony smiled confidently and gave me that look, that look that said it was just fine and all was well.
“Shall I get up or does he want to come in?” He asked with those green eyes twinkling.
I stepped into the small bedroom on my nylon clad toes, bent forward and kissed his cheek tenderly.
As I bent over him, he gently caressed my still exposed breast. His hand felt soft and loving compared to Mr. Pudgy’s grubby paws! He stroked it all over and rested on my erect nipple. It felt wonderful, my dear Carol Luv.
The moment was broken as Mr. Pudgy pushed open your dad’s bedroom door fully and swaggered in.
“Looky, looky, now this is good. Sexy playtime with brother and sister and I am just in time. Let’s see my male star all fired up and buck naked!” He crooned and pushed his way into your dad’s small room. My heart raced with excitement. Your daddy a sex star in a real dirty blue movie, could my juicy cunt get any wetter? Yes and it did!
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Oh my sweet readers, I just have to stop for now. I can’t help cumming. The very fact Mr. Pudgy came bursting into my daddy’s room while he and Rosie were “playing” has me all creamed up. I want daddy to be seen by Mr. Pudgy and touched and more, yes MORE! And I want his scintillating sister Rosie to watch…and then join in! And thanks to Auntie Rosie’s extensive memoirs, you will know every luscious detail soon!
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