The street I lived on could have been anywhere in America. Lush trees lined it and cars were often parked below them instead of in the driveways. Most of the time, the driveways had been turned into basketball courts or used as parking for bicycles.My family’s house was at the end of the street. It had a neighbor on one side and, on the other, what we used to call a forest but it was in fact no more than twenty trees or s...

When my step-sister died six months ago I was crushed. I didn’t eat, sleep or drink for days until my husband took me to the hospital. While I was there the resident physician spoke to me about seeing someone about how I felt. When I was discharged a few days later he gave me the number to a woman he thought could help me and I went to see her the following day. After talking about general topics she asked me to start a d...

Bob was speechless. He felt he had just crossed some sort of line. Charlie and Paul climbed out of the pool, picked up their flip-flops and t-shirts and headed toward the gate. Over his shoulder, Paul said, “We'll be at my house... if you get time for us, that is.” “I'll be there,” Bob yelled as the gate snapped shut . “Just give me a few minutes with Sandy.” “That was rough, I'm sure,” said Sandy. “Yeah... well it was br...

Janie and Jim were related, but only vaguely so. Janie’s mom was married to Jim’s dad, so technically, there were brother and sister, just not blood related. Jim was eighteen and Janie was almost eighteen, falling behind Jim by about three weeks. They had both lived under the same roof for about five years, the time that their respective parents had been married. Each had their own room and each had their own set of frien...

My stepsister Sarah and I were not typical siblings growing up. Our parents got together when we were about five and six years old. Sure we fought, hated each other, screamed.... but, as we got older, at night we loved having someone to hold. It started with a movie night. I was sixteen, she a year older, and we fell asleep on the floor. I woke in the middle of the night to find we were cuddling. Her hand was at the top o...

Sandy stood in the sunlight of the open doorway, wearing what appeared to be nothing more than a very worn man's white shirt. It had only two buttons remaining, one near the bottom of her breasts, the other near her belly button. With her nipples trying to punch through the thin fabric, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem of the shirt was high on her thighs, perhaps two inches below the spot where her legs ca...

For the second time in two days, the doorbell rang just as Sandy was stepping out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to the intercom. The video from the front door wasn't all that clear but Sandy was able to tell it was Bob. She pressed the 'talk' button, “Just a minute.” Sandy ran a comb through her wet hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. The towel she was wearing was big enough to cover...

After that morning's quickie with my step-sister Linda, I was on a high. My cock could still feel her hot, wet vagina massaging it with each thrust. My legs trembled, whenever I thought about my explosive ejaculation inside her. Her clean, womanly scent on my clothes had embedded itself deep in my hormones. Finally, there was the anticipation of being alone with her for the weekend. Still, even in my euphoria, I knew that...

My sexy stepsister Evie had just turned twenty and she was gorgeous. Her tits were big but proportionate and her ass was oh so spankable. I hated the body image she held of herself; she thought she was fat and unattractive. I admit she wasn't stick thin, but she was plump and gorgeous, curvy and divine. She was everything I wanted in a woman. It was a cold night. The wind was blowing and rain was lashing the windows. Once...