These characters don’t suffer repercussions, because their story ends. They can have casual sex without using condoms. You aren’t as lucky. — “And that is so not going to happen!” finished Tori. They were lying by the poolside, and as it often did, the topic had come around to boys and girls. Emily made a sound of acknowledgment, not looking at her friend. Tori was a 22-year-old natural blonde. She was lying on her belly, stretched out on a towel, sweating in the hot sun. Her tanned, bare skin bore only a calf tattoo and a cheerful red bikini. And it wasn’t a big one. The scarlet triangle decorating her…

Some personal details (names, etc) have been changed at the discretion of the author to protect those involved. ————————————————– At the ripe old age of eighteen, I never realized how naive I was. That is until I met Mr. Antonio. Oh, it all started out so innocently. My mother became best friends with his wife and worked for the well-known Antonio family in their establishments. It wasn’t long before I was asked to watch Mr. Antonio’s young son, Ben. Soon, it seemed, we were part of the family. What a powerful family it was. When you were ‘in’ with the Antonio family, you were protected. Mr. and Mrs. Antonio spent…

My grandfather was one of those people who worried about the Russians nuking us back in the early days. Around the time of the Cuban missile crises, he bought land out away from any major city. It truly was in the back of beyond. Now grandpa made a lot of money working for a major airline contractor. He used that money to build the house I grew up in. Though to call it a house is like calling a wolf a lap dog. He built a bunker in every sense of the word. The house was built to survive a near miss from a nuke, or at least as well…

Author’s note: this story involves father-son and uncle-nephew incest, as well as cuckolding/humiliation. *** My name is Lucas and I’ve got a big problem. My dad keeps stealing my boyfriends! I can’t believe it – every time I bring a cute boy home, it’s only a matter of time before they’re on their knees in front of my dad’s big cock, slobbering all over it. It’s terrible! First, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 18 years old and fresh out of high school. It’s never been hard for me to get a date – I’m a cute blond twink, with a slim but toned body from all…

(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went inside; she dropped the bags and ran into the empty kitchen. Oven left unattended far too long; newspaper left open on the table beside full but cold cup of tea; kitchen door swinging open – none of these are comforting signs when your companion is in her seventies.…

Tom had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Earlier in the month he had met Michelle, a lovely brunette with a figure to die for a personality to match. They had hit it off instantly, talking about school (she went to the same college as he did), and how they felt no one really understood them. Tom had introduced her to his friends, his family, and everyone else he knew, feeling proud to have such a woman to call his own. Michelle, in her own right, had introduced him to her friends and family as well, the couple was quickly falling deeply in love. And now, they were…

Friday seemed to drag all day. I was excited to go out with Nick and Josh. Plus I had been studying pretty hard and I needed a night out. After classes were over I had an early dinner. Studying was no use, my mind was on the night ahead. So I took a long hot bath. I grabbed some of my roommate’s oil beads and thru them in the water. I shaved, and then afterwards rubbed myself down with body lotion. I did my make up then my hair. I was wearing only a chartreuse green thong standing in front on my closet trying to decide what to wear when…

Sunday morning, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Sherbitz. “Thomas! Would we be able to take a drive this morning! The day seems so nice, and I really don’t want to wait till this evening to see you. That is, if you do not have other pressing business to take care of?” I smiled. Mrs. Sherbitz was always thinking that she was bothering me. “It’s funny that you would call me! I was just thinking that I would love to take a long drive with you in the country! Lets pack a small lunch and do it!” An hour later, we were in the car driving up the interstate. I…

I had known Mr. and Mrs. Roundtree since I was a youngster. They were the “young couple” on our residential block. He was tall and lithe and lovely, and they were both quite friendly. As I grew older, I would mow their lawn and be a guest in their home from time to time. And, of course, at a certain age I gazed fondly at Mrs. Roundtree’s figure. She had long legs, lovely flowing auburn hair and freckles. Her waist was trimmer than any other wife in the neighborhood, and her breasts seemed to want to burst from her blouse. My youthful fantasies could hardly have been fulfilled any better.…

YOU TOOK MY HAND in yours and you led me silently away from the crowd, gathered together in communal awe around the bonfire that burned with joyful ceremony, that cold November night. Nobody noticed us slip away; nobody could have guessed that the fire they stood around, gawping at in innocence, was a mere spark compared to the heat inside you. Your heart was burning at supernova temperatures, and your eyes were bright with life and desire. You led me through the night, navigating the darkness with the confidence of the truly sighted. Several times I tried to break our journey, pulling you towards me for an explanation, for a…