It had taken a good couple of months for my sister and me to re-establish our normal relationship. We usually shared a meal with our respective spouses about every two or three weeks, since we didn’t live that far apart. For understandable reasons, we’d had a necessary break from each other to re-establish our normal interactions. What happened was a genuine mistake. I was proud of myself for being honest and forthright w...

Our intimacy had blossomed into a beautiful rhythm, a dance of passion that filled our days. As the world slowly emerged from the shadows of lockdown, we found ourselves navigating the delicate balance of life and love, each moment steeped in the sweetness of our connection. With the sun shining down on new beginnings, she landed a job at Hooters, working as a bartender. Days were filled with the hustle of our separate wo...

One night I came home late after hanging with friends. I crept downstairs toward my room and caught sight of my brother in the family room — sprawled on the couch, blanket over his lap, watching porn. “Why don’t you do that shit in your room?” I asked. “You’ve got a TV up there, too.” He didn’t even glance at me. Just kept staring at the screen — some chick on her knees going to town on two guys. Whatever. I went to my ro...

The office was too cold. Neutral by design—faint gray walls, the soft hum of some vent overhead, a bowl of polished stones on the table like some ancient offering to civility. The chairs were plush but firm, spaced just far enough apart to suggest intimacy without offering it. Dr. Marlow sat opposite, legs crossed, a tablet resting in her lap, her glasses low on her nose. She looked up, voice smooth and clinical, not unki...

"Come on, you two," Mom said, her voice a siren's call to action. "We've got a full day ahead of us. New clothes, new makeup, new... everything!" Brianna's eyes lit up with excitement, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Let's go, little Mister," she said, her voice a mix of affection and amusement. "Mom's got a whole new wardrobe picked out for us!" Mom and I followed her down the hallway to my room, where s...

Michael had always been a suspicious man, especially when it came to his wife, Deanna. She was beautiful, with long, flowing brunette hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that could make any man weak at the knees. But lately, he had noticed a change in her behavior. She seemed distant, often coming home late from work, and her once-passionate kisses had become mere pecks on the cheek. Michael's mind raced with thoughts o...

Hamza didn’t leave his room after that Friday afternoon. The door clicked shut behind him, and he stayed there, the walls pressing in, the air thick with his own silence. Her scream—Rida’s scream—still rang in his head, but it wasn’t just that. It was her ankle under his hands, the oil slick on his fingers, that pale stretch of skin he’d seen when her abaya lifted. Two, three inches, maybe—nothing to most people. Everythi...

As I made my way through the ballroom, I felt my brother's stare following me. It had the weight of fingertips along my spine, an invisible presence I could never quite shake. Claud knew he could trust me to play my role at this evening's charity fundraiser, which many of our top clients also attended. While he was the steely-eyed executive, I was his charming younger sister. As his assistant, I mostly stayed in the backg...

I laid Aliza against the sheets and took a moment to gaze at her by the soft glow of a salt lamp, taking her in. It was the only thing I could do as I brushed my hand over the soft curves of her face, pressing her hair back. She smiled at me even as she seemed to fall away, deeper into the sheets. I smiled back and then kissed her soft lips softly. We had the night to ourselves, more or less. Mom and Dad were out, Kelly h...

Breakfast at 16-year-old Kota's house was always a little unusual. Kota’s mom, Lara, the epitome of a modern MILF, age 36, with her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun and an apron hugging her curvy figure, bustled about, serving up breakfast for her children. Her sweet, nurturing smile never wavered, even when the conversation took a rather... intimate turn. "So, Kota," she began, placing a stack of fluffy pancakes in...

In a quaint little town, nestled between the hills, there lived a young man named Alex. Alex had always been the shy and studious type, preferring the company of his books to that of his peers. His sister, Maria, was five years his senior and had moved out to the city shortly after finishing school. They had once shared a close bond, but over the years, the distance had grown between them. Now, Alex had the rare opportuni...

(Hamza) Hamza, a 19-year-old Muslim boy from Afghanistan, was a product of both faith and culture, not just raised within them, but shaped by them. In his world, religion wasn't a part of life — it was life. From the moment he could walk, he understood what was haram and what was halal, what was shameful and what was pure. In his home, modesty wasn't a suggestion - it was a law, an unspoken yet absolute rule woven into th...

The witch’s shrill voice cut through the heavy silence of the cottage like a whip. “On the table,” she commanded, her long, gnarled finger jabbing toward the wooden surface. Her eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Gretel’s stomach twist into knots. Hansel froze, his muscles taut as a bowstring. He shot a quick glance at Gretel, his brown eyes wide with alarm. Gretel’s face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line as s...

Though my desire didn't subside in the least, I was careful while lying at my brother's side. As minutes passed in comfortable silence, my self-restraint gave me a swell of satisfaction. I could be good for Clint. I could be appropriate. Finally, he said, "This morning, when you dropped your towel in front of me... it wasn't an accident, was it?" I froze, weighing the best response. "Maybe not," I admitted, unable to keep...