Home Alone

Home Alone
by Jay Denton

It was gone midday as Jay made her way groggily downstairs, still a little hung-over from her late night binge. She’d had a couple glasses of wine with her parents the night before. Then, when they’d gone to bed, she’d spent a few hours in her room Skyping with her BFF Jamie back in the UK. She’d taken the newly opened bottle of Pinot Grigio with her to keep her company. And, when that one was exhausted, she’d opened another.

She felt sore all over as she went into the kitchen, opened the big American-style fridge and grabbed a litre bottle of orange juice. Her head was throbbing with dehydration, and she felt the soreness between her legs, an indication that she’d overdone her mutual masturbation session with Jamie. They’d spent at least two hours playing with their pussies in front of their cameras, and Jay could clearly remember cumming at least three times; the last time with her mum’s big flesh-coloured dildo deep inside her. It was so huge that even with the degree of arousal caused by watching Jamie fucking herself with her vibrator it had stretched her wide, and she felt like she’d been gang-banged by a rugby team.

The glass empty, Jamie put the orange juice down on the marble work top and noticed a note from her mother.

Jay,
We’ll be gone all day, probably back around 8 o’clock.
If you get hungry before we’re home order yourself a pizza.
There’s money in the jar.
Love Mum xx

‘Oh great!’ Jay thought. ‘What shall I do with myself all day?’ She checked her phone for messages. None. She then noted the time.  ‘Shit, it’s later than I thought. I think I’ll have a bit of a sunbathe then see how I feel’.

Their villa had a smallish pool at the back with a patio area that was totally private unless any neighbours were out on their balconies. Jay walked out onto the patio, a large red towel wrapped around her body. She manoeuvred the sun bed into the sunshine, unwrapped the towel and laid it on the cushion.

She looked around and checked there was no one on any of the nearby balconies. The coast was clear.  She reached behind her back and un-clipped her black bikini top. She dropped it on the floor, then pulled her bikini bottoms down she stepped out of them. She’d already applied some factor-twenty sunscreen in her bedroom, so she settled down onto the sun bed and made herself comfortable.

The sun was hot and she could feel the sweat starting to run down her sides from her freshly shaved armpits.

“Mmmm,” she said aloud to herself, “I do love this heat.”

Her thoughts drifted back to the early morning session she’d shared with Jamie. They’d been friends and lovers for years. Each knew the other intimately, and knew just what it took to arouse their lustful feelings.

Jamie had started by suggesting they both read one of their favourite incest fantasy stories on a website they both used. As the story unfolded, so did their arousal. By the time ten minutes had passed, Jamie said:

“God, this is making me so wet.  I need to get these clothes off.”

She wriggled out of her jogging bottoms and kicked them across her bed. She then reached up and slid her arms out of her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. Once completely naked, she leant back against the mound of pillows and cushions on her bed. Spreading her legs wide, she adjusted the screen of her laptop, trying to ensure that Jay had an unimpeded view of her fiery red snatch.

“How’s that, Jay, can you see ok?”

“Mmmm, yeah. Perfectly. You look really wet already. I told you these incest fantasies were horny, didn’t I?”

She joined Jamie in her nakedness by pushing her grey thong down her legs and pulling her tight white boob tube over her head revealing her diamond-hard, dark brown nipples to her friend four thousand miles away.

“Wow, Jay, you look nice and tidy. Have you just shaved yourself?”

“No, even better than that. Mum was waxing her legs yesterday so I asked her to sort out my bits for me. She did a great job, not a hair in sight. It did sting a bit though. I couldn’t believe it when she’d finished waxing me and then rubbed in the moisturiser. I thought I was going to cum all over her. For some weird reason the pain of the strips being torn off made me so wet. She must have noticed it seeping out of my slit.”

“Oh my God, that must have been so hot. I know how you’ve been fantasising about fucking her and Carl. What was it like when she rubbed the moisturiser over your fanny?”

“It was incredible. She dripped the cream on my pubic bone just above my clit then made me spread my legs wide so she could rub it down both sides of my slit. Then she made me hold my knees up by my tits while she rubbed it all round my bum hole. The touch of her fingers rubbing the cool cream round my bum hole was awesome. Like I said, I nearly came all over her hands. She must have seen how wet and horny I was, but she was very professional, just like I was one of her clients.”

Lost in her recollections of the previous day, Jay lapsed into the delicious memories and slid her hands down over her bare pubis and slid a finger into herself.  She didn’t bother to check if anyone was out on their balcony looking down at what she was doing on her sun-drenched patio.  Her finger slipped smoothly into her gaping cunt, and she abandoned herself to the sensual feelings as she masturbated herself to orgasm. She felt a small gush of her juices dribble down between her taut bum cheeks and she lapsed into a contented sleep.

An hour or so later she woke with a start, conscious of the hot sun on her body. She looked down at her body and saw that her breasts, tummy and thighs had taken on a rosy glow despite her already tanned skin.

“God, that was stupid.  I could have really burnt,” she chided herself.

She got up from the lounger and took a long drink of the lukewarm water from the glass she’d left under the bed, then dived headlong into the tepid water of the pool. She luxuriated in the relative coolness and did a few lengths of the pool to cool down. Feeling better she climbed the steps of the pool and walked back to the sunbed.

She picked up the sweaty wet towel and crossed the patio to the sliding door. She slid it open and stepped into the relatively cold interior of the room, then slid the patio door closed and made her way into the kitchen. She threw her sweat-dampened towel on the dining room chair as she passed and felt her nipples stiffen in the draught of the AC.

Small beads of sweat made their lazy way down between her naked breasts and dribbled down over the silky smooth vee of her sex. She rubbed the sweat from her mound and noted that the cream she’d applied earlier had eased the soreness of her labia. The Paracetomol had worked miracles on her headache and she felt human again.

‘Now what?’ She thought.

She wandered aimlessly into her step-dad’s office and unplugged her iPad from the charger on his desk. As she did so, she saw the screen of the monitor come to life on a page of a work spreadsheet.

‘He hasn’t logged out. That’s not like him,’ she thought. ‘He’s normally paranoid about his security.’

She sat naked at the keyboard and minimised the Excel page.

‘Let’s see what he’s been looking at,’ she thought as she clicked on ‘Recent Pages’ on his web browser. There were a number of websites associated with his job but at the bottom of the list she saw:

sdc.com
xhamster.com

The last two websites were a mystery to her. She clicked on the first. It opened up on a sign-in page. A swinger’s website? She clicked on the blank username and the name Carlanna, auto-filled into the blank space. She clicked on the blank password field.

‘Nothing! Now what password would he use?’ She tried a few obvious options…nothing.

She clicked on the second website with the odd name.

Bingo, it opened immediately.  Carl had obviously not logged out properly.

She started to click her way around the site. She clicked on ‘View Profile’ and was amazed at what she found. There was a full profile that outlined their biography and sexual preferences.  On the right hand side she saw her mother and step-father in a number of sexually explicit poses both solo and together: his hard cock half inside her pussy; her using a vibrator on herself; him holding his cock, cum dripping over his fingers and running down the shaft; her with her lips wrapped around his cock.

She felt a shiver of intense arousal run through her body as she saw the images. Wow, there was a picture of her mother, legs spread super wide, a large flesh-coloured silicon dildo in one hand splitting her sex wide, the other hand rubbing her erect clit. She realised it was the dildo she’d used on herself earlier that morning. Her mum however seemed not to be having any problems with its size as she appeared to be ramming it right into her slimy, wet depths.

Jay knew that her mum and step-dad had a very active sex life. They’d been together for twelve years and married for ten. She often heard them during their frequent sex bouts and knew her mum had a large collection of sex toys. She looked closer at the picture again. Yes, it was definitely the same one that had made her so sore in the early hours.

But, she had no idea that they shared so much of their sexuality with others. The first site was a swinger’s site, and here on this one she saw them sharing sexual images of the most intimate type with others. She went back to the Profile page and read what they’d written about themselves.

“Fuck.” The epithet slipped aloud from her mouth as she read what they’d written. They were offering themselves to other local couples for sex games.

“How fucking horny is that? How do I get a slice of that action?” she wondered aloud.

In all, there were about thirty pictures in four different albums: one of Carl, one of her mum, one of the two of them fucking, and another one of her sucking his gorgeous-looking hard cock. Jay had often seen Carl naked—he seldom wore anything when walking from his shower in his bedroom to the bedroom he used for his clothes—but never had she seen his erect cock. It’s smooth but gnarly, vein-riven skin looked so horny she felt herself moistening at the sight. Also, the forbidden, almost incestual nature of her becoming aroused at the sight of him and her mum indulging their sexual practices on the screen was making her so horny.

‘I wonder if there are any more pictures on here?’ she mused.

Having seen all of their pictures, she clicked out of the web browser and then clicked on the pictures tab on the left hand side. As she opened the tab she noticed there was an additional drive showing. She glanced down to the front of the CPU and noticed there was a thumb drive in one of the USB ports.

“Yesssss,” she exclaimed.

She quickly double clicked on the L drive and watched as it opened. She spent about half an hour going through the hundreds of pictures. All the images showed her Mum and Carl posing alone, masturbating alone, or masturbating together. They were doing every kind of oral, vaginal and anal sex act with each other, and, in a sub-directory, there were pictures of her Mum and Carl peeing. There were pictures of her with legs wide apart showing streams of golden pee coming from between her open labia. Also, and even more intoxicating, were pictures of her squatting over Carl’s face unleashing a golden shower straight into his open mouth. Her clit tingled in arousal as she viewed the photos one at a time, blowing up of them as large as she could.

Having seen all of the pee pix, she clicked on another folder labelled ‘Friends’. Inside she saw dozens of pictures of them having all kinds of sex with others. The individuals were a total mixture of types: younger and older, fit and not so fit. The one thing they all had in common was the sexual nature of what they were doing. Inside the last folder, in the list of their ‘friends’ folders, she found a sub-directory curiously labelled just ‘J’. She clicked and about ten further folders appeared. She clicked on the one labelled ’18’.

What appeared shocked her to her core.

Inside the folder were hundreds of pictures of her. All of them showed her naked or semi-naked. Some were close-ups of her boobs, some of her pussy. She remembered, or at least partly remembered, the night they were most likely taken.

It was the night, or apparently the morning, that followed her eighteenth birthday last August. She clearly remembered waking up in her parents’ bed the following morning stark naked and still feeling a bit drunk from the effects of way too much champagne and white wine during her party.

She had no recollection how she’d got there, nor the circumstances that led to her being naked with her parents in their king-size bed. When she had woken, both she and her Mum were naked in bed. Carl had presumably got up some time earlier and was already downstairs when they woke up.

Obviously Carl had filled his time with ensuring he had a good collection of the most intimate pictures, mainly of Jay, but also some that included her Mum. Carl was obviously an accomplished photographer.  The pictures were all in focus and showed her stubbly sex in graphic detail. Towards the end of the folder there were even pictures showing her with her fingers between her labia, presumably carefully posed by Carl.

Ironically she was angry, not that Carl had taken the pictures, but that her nail polish was chipped and that she had mascara smeared all over her left cheek. She was further incensed when she saw a couple of pictures that showed that the soles of her feet were filthy, obviously from walking around the pool the previous night.

She clicked on the next folder labelled ‘Morning’.

It too was filled with dozens of pictures showing her in her own bed, and again stark naked. She checked the dates on the pictures.  They had all been taken in the several days following her birthday. In fact, they had been taken on about six or seven early mornings between her birthday and the day she’d left the country to go back to the UK to start Uni in the summer.

Carl’s technique had improved considerably from the pictures he’d taken after her birthday party.  He seemed to have perfected the technique of conveying the impression that she was a willing participant in the filming, her legs were splayed wide and in some her fingers were both in and on her pussy. She felt a weird satisfaction that he’d caught her freshly shaved, her pussy lips neat and tidy in anticipation of a bit of sexy action during the impending ‘freshers’ week at Uni.

She saw a couple of video files and clicked on the first. The screen opened in Windows Media Player and began. There she was, her face partly in shadow her body naked; nipples fiercely erect. The picture panned down her slim body and focused on her left hand, its forefinger tucked snugly between her moist labia. She saw her head rock from side to side as she masturbated, her fingers sliding between her lips into her slick, wet insides. Then she watched herself stimulate herself to orgasm her hips bucking against her hand, her other hand squeezing and twisting her nipple.

“Wow, how did he manage to get me to do that to myself?  I don’t remember that happening, especially not with him filming it,” she said aloud to herself.

She returned to the folder and scrolled up the page and found the answer.  There were about five or six pictures of him, his fingers deep inside her open, gaping pussy. Her moist arousal evident on his fingers and there were another couple of shots of his tongue on her clit. No wonder she’d taken herself to orgasm in her sleep with that degree of prior stimulation.

Thoroughly aroused, Jay became aware of her wetness.  She opened her legs and saw a small smear of moisture on the leather seat of the computer chair.

“Fuck it,” she said and spread her legs wide, hooking her left leg up over the arm of the chair. She watched as a couple of droplets rolled down between her wide open lips. She dipped her fingers into her moistness, brought them up to her mouth and licked them tentatively.

“Mmmmmm,” she uttered, then, thoroughly licking and wetting her fingers, she dropped her hand between her legs and slid them deep inside herself.

Still naked, she started to knead her right breast with her left hand as she fingered herself deeply with her right hand. Her orgasm was not long in coming. She held her forefinger and middle finger together and concentrated her movements on the rubbery pad of her G-spot. Her orgasm was intense. Exactly like in the video, as she came she bucked her hips against her hand and felt the familiar explosion of sensation suffusing her body; liquid splashing between her fingers onto the leather of the chair, then running down onto the tiled floor.

Later, her shower complete, and all evidence of her masturbation cleaned up, Jay went back into the office. In her hand she clutched a 16GB thumb drive, the one she used for her work at Uni. She placed it in the USB slot beside Carl’s. She opened the pictures directory and then clicked on all folders that were in there. She then right-clicked and copied all of the folders, then opening her own drive she pressed ‘Control V’ and watched as all of his files were copied onto her thumb drive.

She smiled to herself then removed her drive and slipped it into the pocket of her ‘Daisy Duke’ shorts. These pictures just had to go back to Uni with her and be shared with her BFF and lover of five years, Jamie. She was sure that they would spend some pleasurable hours together on the strength of the images.

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7 thoughts on “Home Alone

  1. Thank you for a superlative piece of erotica, Jay. (My throbbing erection wants to thank you, too.)

  2. Had to re read as great as the first time. Your storys so well written. Usually need a clean wipe after.

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