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Hi, my name is Jamal & my family call me Jim as it is cute for them. I’m 25 now. Let me introduce my family we are 5 members mom 43, dad 51, an elder sister ( Saman ) 32 years old married almost 11 years ago and my younger sister age 22 Maria about

It was early Friday afternoon when my sister Colleen arrived for a weekend visit. I always enjoyed her visits as she is witty and has a good sense of humor. After her divorce several years ago she had immersed herself into a bodybuilding lifestyle. I have a thing for female muscle and have enjoyed seeing

I locked the front door with my right hand, and my jeans fell slightly. The door was all glass, blurred, but I’m sure you could see our partly naked bodies through it. I didn’t care; I was in a beautiful, carefree place at this moment in time. As my aunty continued to lead me upstairs

“Hi kitten.”I’m greeted as soon as I come through the door. It’s annoying. It’s so belittling and patronising. and most of all, it’s too fucking casual.But that’s my brother for you– casual and carefree. on the edge of arrogance. Sure, it feels nice that he can act like nothing, but some acknowledgement of the fact

I knew a big lump of shit had hit the fan even before descending the staircase. My step-dad Keith, was furious about my recent general behavior and specifically a spate of drunken nights out. Mom yelled at him from the kitchen, saying the most vicious things while they argued about me.”You can’t send her to

Leigh entered her son’s bedroom with her arms full of cleaning products and dragging the vacuum behind her. She could trust her son to keep his room relatively tidy, but liked to pop in every two weeks or so to go over it thoroughly. He was a teenager after all, albeit nearly 20.Leigh looked about.

This is the story of how I and my friends turned my brother into a naked slave.My name is Varsha and I have a little brother called Suresh. My dad passed away a few years after Suresh was born and my mom was a tailor who struggled like crazy to educate us. Sadly, I was

It’s amazing what you can get used to. I mean, if you grow up around something, see all the time, then it becomes normal to you. I’ve seen all kinds of things: blood, broken ribs, tears, bruises. I’ve seen it all, and that was at 6 years old. My father was a supreme asshole. He

I gagged and my whole muscular 6 ft frame seized up. I had taken about 6-7 inches down my throat but the stresses of the work day had built up in my chest and throat preventing me from taking the rest.”Roll over” Bill ordered and I did as I was told. Bill was 6’7 and

I awakened the next morning and it hit me what I had done. Oh, sure, I already realized it, but I hadn’t dwelled on it. Usually, if something is bothering me, I have a hard time falling asleep. But I had been tired. After all, Dad and I had just gotten back from vacation, we

Chapter 12- ResolutionsChristmas morning was every bit as dramatic as Thomas had feared it would be. Lionel and Bianca, and Mary June and George blamed Rhea and Thomas for their children’s incestuous fornication the night before. It didn’t matter that all of the kids had been having sex while their parents were still there, or