Incest

I was living in my parents house one winter because I was in between locked ward confinements, and, though not enough of an outlaw to have an actual price on my head, I was enough of a one to make living outside the family milieu difficult at best. I was in my 20’s and had a neuroses now widely known but unrecognized back then by the quacks. I also suffered from a small number of other disorders but nothing really physically disabling, in fact, for a neurotic young man of aesthetic

“Connor! Connor!”

My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.

“That’s just brilliant Mom! I’m going to be late to first period again and will probably get detention, thanks to slow poke Connor.”

My mom frowned and set down

It all started on Saturday night when my wife (Patricia) and myself ( Ray) went out for supper and a few drinks with her sister Silenia and her husband Joesph. We went to this new BBQ type restaurant located not far from our place. We arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant and decided to grab a quick drink in the lounge before Silenia and Joesph arrived. We sit down and ordered our drinks. I look at wife and admired what she’s wearing, a v-neck type blouse that’s open enough

Part 3: Escape Route

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Author’s Note: despite what the characters in this story might think on the matter, this is a work of fiction. None of the names have been changed because none of these people really exist – except in as much as thoughts exist. Perhaps they’ll exist in your heads for a while.

This story also contains more sex than the previous two; this is intentional and is the case primarily because this story covers a much longer period of time than the others.

I hope

All characters are eighteen years old or older.

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“You kids help get the car loaded,” dad roared from the driveway.

My sis and I came out hauling our suitcases. I went back for some snack stuff. Sis tagged along for reasons unknown. Her name is

‘Ok Nate, my fancy dress party is on tonight, what time are you coming home because I don’t want a repeat of last time? Last time you came home early, you were rotten drunk and I was humiliated by your behaviour. You were abusive and your behaviour to some of my female friends was simply disgusting. I don’t ever want to see that again, do you understand?’ Monica Roberts’ body language added to her words as she lay down the law to her son. They had angry words after

#2- Milk Maid

Adam had been called to the South Pole with less than a day’s notice.

“It’s a once in a lifetime chance,” he’d said sadly, “If I don’t do it now it’ll never happen.”

It was likely a good thing there wasn’t much time to talk about it — to debate the pros and cons. Still, Violet found herself standing at the airport in a state of shock — a one-month-old baby on her hip and the love her life en route to spend six

“They are incorrigible.”

Liz sighed as her sister, Mandy, started again on the same complaining track about Liz’s twin sons.

“William and Benedict have no manners and I honestly think they’re immoral, I said so to Donald last time we spoke and he agreed.”

Donald was Mandy’s quiet husband and it was difficult for Liz to picture him getting animated over such an issue.

Liz was sick of this repetitive mantra. Her sister, who at forty-four was two years

Cybering over the internet can be a dangerous game. On the one hand, it is all a game, where strangers who will never meet come together to share erotic fantasies, often telling lies, and having the safest “sex” imaginable. On the other hand, the two people involved are both very real, and the intimacy of sharing one’s most powerful sexual desires with an enthusiastic and passionate partner is playing with fire – the temptation to take it real may become too difficult to

The following story is fictitious, of an explicit and adult nature. This story is not meant to be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, offended by adult material or such material is barred by the standards of your community, please leave this page now.

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Saturday.

Tommy didn’t even look at Gerry. He didn’t even turn around. He just sat there at the bar, nursing his Dewar’s shot.

“How are we going to fix this, Gerry?”

Zephyr was a