Don’t Tell My Sister – Part One
Trapped in a storm with my sister’s boyfriend, I learned that firewood wasn’t the only thing that burned, not when his cock was in my mouth and I was begging for more.
Snowed in with my sister’s boyfriend in a remote Colorado cabin, I learned there are worse things than sharing heat. The wind howled like it wanted in. Snow slammed against the windows, thick drifts piling halfway up the glass. Somewhere deep in the woods of Colorado, a storm had locked us inside this creaking old cabin with nothing but firewood, cheap whiskey, and time. I crouched near the fireplace, fingers stiff and re...
