I just assumed that the details of my doctor's office nightmare would be kept confidential by my Aunt Natalie. I could not have been more wrong. I'm just grateful she gave out the gory details while I was not around. Her daughters, Sarah, Rebecca, and Rachel, had no problem with teasing me about it. A few days later, a Saturday night, Aunt Natalie went out...
Gram told me we were going to start this morning and that I should go change into the clothes I found in my room. I was surprised and it just popped out. “But those are little girl clothes.” The look Gram gave me would have melted butter. “Oh right sorry.” I jumped out of the chair and headed for my room to change. I had a lot to think about on my way...
This is a continuation from my previous story, as the title suggests. The first three paragraphs are, in fact, the last three paragraphs from that story. Advise you to read the same before going forward. ************* Dan (naked) stared at me, no doubt surprised by the sudden change in my attitude. But, my eyes told him there was absolutely no mercy. He tu...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...
Bastard, Jenny thought, trying her best to refrain from slamming the front door as she entered her aunt Beatrice's flat. She stood by the front door unsure what to do, her head a jumble of emotions - anger and self pity vying to dominate her state of mind. She wanted to go straight to the spare room her aunt was letting her stay in, but she knew she had to s...
When I was 18 my family sent me to live with my Aunt for the summer. I guess we were upper-middle class, with my father climbing the ladder of success. My dad had been busy building a new company in France and he thought it was a good opportunity for he and my mother to spend some time alone there while he was working. They also decided it would be a good ti...
I gasped at the pain of him sinking his fangs into my neck. When he had marked me, it had felt wonderful, a bit of pain but it was dramatically offset by the passion Damien and I had been sharing. Now, however, the pain was intense. I cried out softly and pressed my hand to the back of Damien's. I closed my eyes and felt the tears drip down my cheek onto Da...
I was en route to Mumbai to Kolkata to take up my first job there. So I decided to travel in style, by 1st class air-conditioned coach, and here I was this Friday evening at 7 P.M. I was lucky to get a 2-seater coupe. To my utter surprise, the other occupant who was already there, was my mother's younger cousin, my aunt Polly, a most pleasant looking lady, n...
Sitting across the breakfast table from Jack and his son, was to say the least, a little surreal. I had just been watched having unbound sex with the boy's father, my cousin, and here I was not only contemplating having a three-way with him and his son; but discussing how I wanted to proceed! Jack for the most part, just sat grinning and continued keeping me...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...