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...

It had been more than a decade since my big sister and I had sex. Our situations weren’t the same now. We didn’t live under the same roof. Our parents were long gone by now. We were also both married. I wondered regularly if my sister thought about our sex as much as I did. Each night almost, I would fall asleep remembering the curves of my sister’s body. I closed my eyes remembering her silhouette riding my cock as I str...

It was Christmas morning, and I woke up before the rest of my family. The sweet dreams, not of presents or sugar plums but of hard cocks and glistening pussies, were fading quickly from my memory. My flannel Christmas pajamas were soaked between my legs. My hard nipples poked against my soft top. I slipped my hand beneath my pajamas and rubbed my aching clit through soft cotton panties, cooing softly. My insatiable hornin...

I knocked on the door to Beth's apartment for the first time in three weeks. I had been away for work and hadn't once stopped thinking about my sister since the night we had sex. The anticipation of finally seeing Beth again had me incredibly turned on. I could already feel my cock twitch in my jeans, and I was trying with all of my will to keep from sporting a hard-on outside of my sister's apartment. If we had any hope...

It had been a while since I'd had sex with anyone. I had been aching to feel a man inside of me again. There was a primal need to make passionate love to someone again—anyone. I had spent the evening out at a family gathering and my brother John was kind enough to drive me, as my car had been in the shop for the past few days. When we arrived at my apartment, I invited him in for a beer. "How's it going with that guy?" he...

Riley slept on the bottom bunk. That had been decided when their mom brought the bed home. She didn't help build it though, in fact, she even neglected to provide all the parts, even the tools needed to assemble it. But Christian had improvised and figured it out. As his reward for putting it together, and committing to what he knew would be a lifetime of maintenance, he had claimed the coveted top bunk. Riley knew it was...

Val got out of the taxi to her hotel, Her brother, Vinnie helped the driver with the suitcase. The two siblings looked up at the resort they would be staying in for a week. Val thought back to her last encounter with her husband. *** "See you in two weeks. Don't run off with some Caribbean bloke," Valerie's husband Roger joked at the airport terminal. "Oh, you're no fun," Val replied jokingly. Val was fifty-two and was ha...

If getting out of bed yesterday was exciting then going into the village today felt like an event of epic proportions. The twins were putting a lot of preparation into it, everything was arranged with military-style planning that our parents would be proud of. We even had covert signs for danger and a backup rendezvous should we get split up. To ensure I stayed warm they wrapped me up in so many layers I could hardly move...

I am now officially allowed out of bed. How sad is my life that this is as exciting as fucking my twin sisters? Okay, maybe not quite as exciting but I am seriously happy to be up and about again. I feel much better, I have no pain anymore, just the hassle of the casts on my leg and arm and the stitches in my head. I can even put some weight on my bad leg if I use the cane they gave me. I’ve not taken any painkillers eith...

Part 2 I had that awful, fleeting panic when you wake up in a strange room and don’t know where you are. It was pitch black too, which didn’t help. I tapped my phone until it lit up and told me it was nearly half-past eight in the evening. I was desperate for a pee and feeling rested and somewhat better, I ventured to the bathroom by myself. The girls would tell me off if they knew I was up and about like this so I tried...

“Hero brother saves his twin sisters… see, I told you, you’re a hero. It’s there on the front page of the country bumkin gazette. It must be true,” Ava said to me the first morning we arrived at the cottage. “Ava, stop it. I’m no hero.” “James, are you warm enough?” “Yes, thank you, Isla. And what’s with calling me James all of a sudden? You sound like Mum.” “Sorry, Jim.” “Have you taken your tablets?” “No, I need to eat...