Note from the Author:This story probably won’t be for everyone. I personally had a difficult time with it and struggled over it for many months. Fair warning, it will be a long and slow burn compared to other works. I’ve got a lot more material for this particular story, but wanted to start with this.

Wed 25th MayThe mantra is looping in Bex’s ear. “You are a slut. (Yes, I am.) You are Alathia’s slut! (I am.) You live to serve your little sister, Alathia. (I do.) You want to make your little sister happy. (Yes, I love my little sister.) You crave sex. (Yes, I crave sex.) It’s an

The Great Snowfall.In the past, I would never have considered my grandmother as someone with whom I might have sex — that was until this winter. The summer had been long and hot, with the ground baking hard and the greenery fading to a bland muddy brown colour that gave the landscape a washed-out appearance.Autumn

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.Bitchy MomJohn ‘JJ’ Sims was 35 and a successful real estate developer. He was single and lived in a nice upscale home in McKinney, Texas. His goal was to make a lot of money and retire to a life of luxury by the time he

With only three days left at Aunt Janet’s house, I aimed to make the most of it. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for laying out. I walked along the deserted beach, the soft sand warm beneath my feet, looking for the ideal place to tan.I glanced around as I reached a secluded spot

My parents were very disappointed with me when I turned down the college coaches offering me full-ride football scholarships. I was a 6’2″, 220 lbs. wall of muscle, making me a pretty good linebacker; many major universities wanted me to play for them.I had better ideas on what to do with my life besides allowing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.Hello again. Just a heads up, this story features adult child/parent incestual sex and partner sharing/swinging.

Day 2Part INow it’s come to what you want, you’ve had your wayAnd all the things you thought beforeJust faded into gray and can you seeThat I don’t know if it’s you or if it’s me?If it’s one of us, I’m sure we’ll both seeWon’t you look at me and tell me?–From “Amy” by Pure

Mama was with the breasts out, slightly reddened. She had been in the garden, tending to the flowers, removed her blouse and bra to receive the morning sun’s rays in her nude body.She entered the house with her bust bare. She has magnificents breasts for a lady of 40, fully lifted and thick nipples. Tits

Everyone in the story of incest and love is 18+It was only a damn joke.It was a damn joke; it’s 2014; I planned to get you high on your martinis and for us to dress up myself as Batman. You were to be my Robin. Putting the costume on that you and Dad bought for

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