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Obviously this had been going on for a while, though I stood there in shock, briefly chastising myself for not realizing it. Not having a clue, a single hint. A myriad of emotions washing over and through me as I stood there, staring. And neither one of them yet aware that their older brother...
How do you even reconcile that? A young woman, just barely nineteen years of age, in lust and love...with her own mother! You can't. At least I couldn't. And because I couldn't, I couldn't say, do, or tell anyone. It had remained a deep dark secret for years.
And the funny part? I knew I wasn't...
Author's note: If you're expecting a stroke story, you'll be highly disappointed, so I'd suggest you move on to another one. And though there is plenty of hot steamy sex later on in this story, I've slowly built up to it for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted this somewhat far-fetched idea...
I had always been close to my sister Sandra...or rather "Sandy" as she preferred being called these days. With only two years difference between us, it had never seemed an obstacle for either one of us. She knew my friends...and I was well acquainted with hers. One in particular.
We both still...
Trust me. Growing up in a house full of women wasn't easy. Especially when you're the only male, and the youngest to boot. Dad had died when I was very young, leaving mom to raise three girls and a boy pretty much by herself, though she did have help from her own twin sister, my Aunt for several...
Let me begin by first introducing myself. My name is John. I am fifty-five years of age, and now a widower as of eighteen months ago when my wife Kathy died from a long terminal illness. Kathy was the love of my life. High school sweethearts, we'd married right after graduation, and then had a...
I met my wife Jessie in an Art's class during college. It was one of those moments, now looking back, that I knew even then would change my life. Though to what extent it did, and had...I certainly didn't know at the time. The only thing I did know, the moment I saw her, I knew I was going to...
It was probably going to be the last family vacation we ever had, just amongst the seven of us anyway. Yeah, we had a rather large family as it eventually turned out. Early on, my father had come to meet my mother with two kids of his own by a previous marriage. His wife had died a couple of...
Authors note: For some of you who enjoy knowing this, part of this story is based on truth. Though I have changed a few pertinent facts here and there, I'll let you pick and choose what is truth, and what parts I've added to enhance the story. As always, I appreciate your comments/votes and...
I was standing in the baggage claim at the airport waiting for my cousin Faye. It had been nearly a year since I had seen her last, something we had always enjoyed doing. As cousins go, we were very close. Perhaps not nearly as close as I'd fantasized about, but we were close. We enjoyed one...
I had worked as a Paleontologist for most of my adult life. Nearing thirty, I had already seen and traveled to more exotic places than most would over their entire life-time.
I loved my work. But it had left me very little time to develop any serious or long term relationships. Not that I...
I was currently in the process of a divorce. My job required that I travel a lot, and as such, I had come home quite unexpectedly from a trip out of town. Hoping to pleasantly surprise my wife, I was the one surprised as I walked in and found her in bed with another man. I had moved out shortly...
Author's note & fair warning. Though all characters portrayed in the following story are purely fictional, (and well over the age of 18) let it be known that there is a bit of incestual intimacy between the mother and daughter during the course of this story. So if this isn't to your liking, I...
Author's note: This is to be a series of short stories centered around two main characters. Becky and William, her father. It is a story about a woman who for numerous reasons as I'll later explain, has been sheltered by an overbearing mother, and a father who allowed it to occur and who allowed...
My name is Darren. It had been a rather long winter, or at least it had certainly felt like it. Now late spring, I was jones-ing like most everyone else I knew, to get out in the nice warm sunshine and do something to shake off the winter cobwebs. It was the middle of the week. In addition, I...
The way I see it, life has a way of setting you up. Even when you see it coming, and can't do a damn fucking thing about it. Looking back, I saw it coming then and didn't do a thing about it, though in hindsight, what could I have done? Some things are just simply out of our control.
At least...
Although I was still attending University, I remained living at home with my mother and younger sister. Stacy was attending the same school now as well, though a freshman, whereas I would be a Senior the following term. Some perhaps might think it odd that I had remained living at home as...
I'd been going to Susan for a couple of years, ever since my divorce. I had a standing appointment for every Saturday morning for some much needed stress relief. And before you go jumping to conclusions here, I went to her for nothing more than a nice relaxing massage. There was never, ever any...
Authors note: Now that enough years have passed, I can safely and affectionately share this story. For purposes and requirements, all characters in the story are over the age of 18. I have made every attempt to recollect this story as accurately as possible, preferring to leave out anything I am...
When my parents first informed me that we would soon be having a foreign exchange student coming to live with us, I wasn't too terribly excited by the idea. Being an only child, I was somewhat accustomed to having my own space, though "Bella" as I soon found out her name would of course have her...
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