After my morning experience with Sharon, my step-mother, I sat around the house and did various jobs. Sharon was out most of the day, running errands and doing some shopping. Before she left, she told me not to make any plans and that tonight would be “our night”. I wasn’t sure where this was leading, but after this mornings experience, I was enjoying it. I...
The train ride to the country side was long, longer than I would have expected, I ignored what country we were in and instead slept, being told by my aunt that I would have little opportunity to do so once I had arrived. Eventually, we did arrive and a long black limo waited for us at the train station. My aunt had made sure I looked fresh and appropriately...
Prologue: This story is a continuation of my story, "Liam's First Massage". Please read it before reading this story. These stories are fiction but incorporate true personal experiences. Thanks! Driving to Betty's office, feeling dampness between her legs, Jean was thinking, "What if Liam had been completely naked when I gave him that massage, such a large...
Author's note: Tradition would have us believe the night before St. Agnes' Day, January 21, is always bitterly cold. A virgin who says her prayers and goes to bed without supper this night will surely see her future husband in her dreams. With a "tip o' m' hat" to John Keats for inspiring me with THE EVE OF ST. AGNES and Sister R________ for assigning Keats'...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong incest theme w...
When Tommy got up Sunday morning he discovered that he and Aunt Karen were no longer alone. His cousin Kim had arrived home in the wee hours of the morning while he was sleeping. Kim gave him a bright smile when he walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Tommy," she said. Aunt Karen was making breakfast, so the young man went to the kitchen table and sat down. "Hi,...
This tale of voyeurism and self-satisfaction happened really early during the days of my transformation from Nathan to Nancy. I had bit the bullet and gone home to my unaccepting family in Alabama for a summer. The stay was made bearable by the fact that my sister Karen was 'renting' the empty trailer on my mom's property and had 'her own place'. Upon arri...
Brady lay in bed reviewing the events from yesterday in his head as his mom and aunt slept like babies on either side of him. After they'd returned from having his ladies branded Kevin and Sue gave them all a great show after dinner. Kevin had voiced his plan to make his dad, John, his cuckold as he took Sue in front of him. After dinner all six gathered in...
Byron Leicester had a difficult time visiting his strange Aunt Galena Twysel. Auntie Gal was actually only about sixty-three years old and damned good looking for that. The doctors said she had early Alzheimer's, though this mystified Byron as his aunt still lived in her own house, did her gardening and shopping. "But don't upset her or offend her" his m...
This time it wasn't just Sara's under things that failed to reappear when she landed on the ground. Her jeans and blouse were apparently still on the dungeon floor in that strange realm where she had just been stripped, bound, and brought to the brink of an orgasm before being cruelly sent away. Dismissed, she thought, with an even crueler assignment. She wa...