Prologue Worried and not wanting to upset any of her step-sisters and her step-mother, Ella hurried out of her room from the dusty drafty attic given to her since her father's passing. Ella took each step with care as the boards creaked and shook under her weight. She stepped off onto the stone floor and into the corridor on the third floor and slowly walke...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Marlene sped down the highway with her step daughter asleep in the front passenger seat next to her. The flight from Brisbane was a long one for her adult step daughter who she was now meeting for the second time. Luckily the drive to Bunbury wasn't too far so she knew Faye would...
A brief and twisted little fairy tale. * Author's Note If you are a regular reader of my work you will know that I am a big fan of slice-of-life stories as well as unorthodox princesses in anachronistic settings. Well, this tale has a bit of both. As usual, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and don't try this at home. Enjoy!Wax Philosophic *...
Chapter 1: Soft Lips My name is Brooke, and I'm a 22 year old black woman with a fantastic body who has asked George to tell you about my adventures over the last year. First, some background about me. My mom and I lost my dad when I was eight, and we lived comfortably on the insurance and savings we had in my old neighborhood in the city. I had lots of fr...
Walking up the stairs was harder to do than I thought it would be. The vodka shots were making me a bit fuzzy. Close to half way up I was beginning to crawl on my hands and knees and had a case of the giggles. I was not the only one. Carmen was also giggling, at me, or not I had no idea. She was swatting at my hands and I started swatting back. She was a ste...
My full name is Nanette Marten-Story but everybody calls me Nancy. I come from old money and I have the bluest of blue blood running in my veins. My ancestors were Cavalier plantation owners from Virginia, Knickerbocker robber barons from Long Island and Yankee traders from Massachusetts. I think I have inherited my sociopathic tendencies from them. I gradu...
Retrieving her checked bag from the luggage carousel, Tess made her way through the holiday travelers, her eyes searching for, then finding, her step-mother's BMW parked in the 'pickup zone' of her hometown airport. Wisps of vapor throbbed from the tailpipe of her mother's car due to the chilly air of November, and hearing the trunk lid pop open as she appr...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Lilian set her suitcase down on the small twin bed, dumping her backpack next to it and looked around her old room. It always seemed smaller than she remembered. The furniture hadn't changed, but the walls had gotten a coat of paint that matched the rest of her parents house. Boring...
"Again, again, step, step, pause, step, step, pivot, twist, turn, step, step..." Ivory's dance teacher's voice boomed through the studio along with a few attention getting claps. Trista sat watching her on the low seats at the other end. As Ivory spun her long orange-golden hair whipped around her thighs. She had forgotten to tie it back in a bun. Trista lov...
Her slut of a mother was off in the Bahamas or wherever else she damn well wanted my fathers my money to take her. Leigh would say that my bastard father was away screwing whatever French maid would accept him. Despite our feelings for our step parents there was a very easy flowing relationship between my step sister Leigh and myself. Back up a bit. My pare...