I drove home for the weekend to hang out with Mom and whatever friends were around. The hour drive felt long, but I was looking forward to a break. When I pulled up to the house, I noticed my brother's car parked in front. My stomach did a little flip; I knew exactly why he was there. I went inside and found him waiting for me in the kitchen. "Hey, what's up?" I asked him, trying to sound casual as I dropped my duffel bag...

A cold fall wind pushed me through the front door, and I was carded immediately. I handed over my ID and was given the okay to continue in. No, I wasn’t trying to get into a bar—I had just walked into an adult store. I’d done my research. This place had a regular retail section, a video arcade, and a theater. But right inside the door to the theater was a large sign that read, “Closed for renovation.” Well, damn. You see,...

Mom was gone on a work trip, and it had started snowing. It was Thursday, and since school was already canceled for Friday, I planned to grab a few things after class and then spend the weekend inside, watching the snow come down. On my drive to get gas, I went around a curve and felt my front tires lose traction. Before I knew it, I’d slid straight into the curb. Needless to say, that wasn’t good. I hit hard enough to bl...

I don’t know why I’m writing this, but fuck it, here it goes. It started at this party a couple of years back. Nothing too fancy—just one of those crowded house parties where the music is way too loud, the floors are sticky, and you end up drinking whatever cheap booze someone shoves in your hand. I was in a good mood, looking hot, feeling reckless. Everyone was in the same vibe: laughing, dancing, and bumping into each o...

The text came mid-afternoon. “Be ready tonight. I’ve got a surprise for you.” No explanation, no details. Just a time and a place. By the time I slipped into the passenger seat, I could already feel that nervous ache I always get when something’s brewing. The drive was quiet, headlights cutting the evening dark, until we pulled into the glowing parking lot of an adult store just off the interstate. He parked around the ba...

Friday, October 13th — National No Bra Day. The entire campus was buzzing. Who would actually go through with it? I didn’t just plan to participate — I wanted to savor every second. No Bra Day wasn’t just a statement to me; it was a chance to feed that little exhibitionist streak I’d been exploring. That morning, I strolled into the kitchen wearing a thin white T-shirt — no bra, no padding, just me. Mom raised an eyebrow....

The crossroads was empty. Midnight hung in the air like a held breath, the moonlight fractured by the twisted tree limbs clawing at the sky. My boots crunched over gravel as I stepped into the center, my pulse loud in my ears. I didn’t believe in this shit. Not really. But desperation makes a person reckless. I pulled the slip of parchment from my pocket. The words scrawled on it promised what I needed — whispered to me b...

Alyssa walks softly down the hallway, heading for her room after a long shower. As she passes her brother’s door, something catches her eye. Her brother's door is wide open, and Tyler is lying naked on his bed. Her eyes got big and her mouth dropped open. His hand moves lazily up and down his cock, stroking himself with no hint of embarrassment. Alyssa freezes, eyes fixed on the surprisingly long, but not very thick cock...

We left the house about an hour before sundown. I was dressed simply — a tube top under a loose T-shirt, shorts, and nothing more. In my hand, folded small, was a micro mini skirt. Definitely not something I could wear out the door without raising questions from Mom. It was a short drive — fifteen minutes, maybe — to Lakeside Ridge – Nature Trail. Locals had another name for it: The Dirty Path. People came here for a few...

Mom had left for an overnight trip—just one night away, but it was all I needed. The second her car pulled out of the driveway, I locked the door behind her and started preparing for a night of pure, unapologetic debauchery. I had it all mapped out. A little blue help from the medicine cabinet of a friend’s dad—just a few of those magic pills tucked safely in my drawer, ready to keep him hard for hours. He didn’t know I h...

One day, he came downstairs to see what I was up to — which honestly, wasn’t much. He looked at me and said, “Go put a skirt on and meet me outside.” I blinked. “What for?” He didn’t answer. Just turned and walked off. I shrugged, changed into a pleated skirt and a fitted tank top, and went upstairs. When I stepped outside, he was waiting by his car. He nodded toward the passenger seat. “Get in.” Once I closed the door, I...

It was after 10:30 PM when I texted my brother to come to my room. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside. I was already in costume — the tiny, tight, red-and-blue Harley Quinn getup I’d picked up for that party next weekend. But I couldn’t resist trying it on tonight… just to see how slutty I looked. And filthy was an understatement. The crop top barely contained my tits, the shiny hot pants hugged my ass so tight...

It had been six months since my brother and I first crossed the line — six months of sneaking around, teasing touches, late-night hookups we found ourselves in regularly. But tonight? Tonight wasn’t planned. I was already on my bed, door partially closed, TV low — tangled in the sheets, my hand buried between my thighs, fingers slick as I rubbed my pussy slow and steady. My tank top was shoved up, tits out, nipples stiff...

One night, around midnight, I got a text from him: Come up to my room. I replied no way—our parents were home. He kept at it though, texting and poking until I finally gave in. I crept upstairs, slow and silent, every step like a risk. When I got to his door, I slipped inside and shut it softly behind me. We spoke in near-silence, our voices barely even whispers. He wanted to do it on his bed, but I shut that down quick—n...

The next morning, the four of us went to church. As we walked up for communion, my brother whispered, "We may need to go up twice after last night." I did not look back, but I am sure I had a funny look on my face as I walked up the aisle. After we got home, it was our normal Sunday routine. Mom made pizza for lunch. Dad fell asleep in his chair, and I went downstairs to lounge around. Lying on the couch, I heard footstep...