What had started as a missed flight to London had now become an incestuous hornet's nest of sorts. My encounters with my sister, my dad's new British wife, and now my stepmom, who raised me, all seemed natural enough at the time, but in retrospect, this was textbook Psych 101. My sister Elaine and I stumbled into our relationship innocently enough via a missed flight to London, but temptation overrode common sense, and we...

Kimiko Oneda fumed as their driver drove her and her wealthy, Japanese parents to their villa in Cap Ferrat. The scent of expensive leather filled the car, and as Kim stared out the window, a delicious memory of Helen's father's hand on her thigh flickered through her mind. I should be in Corfu with Helen and her father. She'd been looking forward to her independence and some sexual adventure for weeks, until three days a...

So the page had been turned. The die cast. Whatever metaphor you want to use, I told myself that there was no turning back. I had had sex with my stepmother. The sun peeking over the horizon awoke me early the next morning in my own bed, and I processed the events of the night before. Any guilt I felt was tempered by the realization that I was only partly to blame. It felt like the previous evening had been in motion for...

Kat was in her last year of college; I had two more years to go. She was a tall, buxom brunette with long, strong legs. She was on the college pole vaulting team. I was on the men's track team and was an average runner in the 10K and 25K races. I had thick, wavy red hair that I wore shoulder-length. I was average height at 5'7", two inches shorter than Kat. Kat and I started dating in the summer and traveled together to t...

The vacation of a lifetime was coming to an end. Elaine and I had done the tourist thing for nearly two weeks, and between that and our nighttime activities, we were ready to return home soon. Neither one of us looked forward to the long travel, but it would be good to sleep in our own beds. Of course, the caveat was that we would no longer be sleeping together. As my half sister kept reminding me, it has been a wonderful...

Cayla woke up with the mother of all hangovers. She had a pounding headache; her vision was blurred, and her mouth tasted like a herd of cattle had grazed in it. And why is this mattress so damn hard? She rubbed her eyes, waiting for things to come into focus. What the hell did I drink last night? She couldn’t remember just about anything from last night, other than some really cute guy with a really big cock. For some re...

She had an Irish accent and was in her mid-thirties. She moved next door a few months back with her husband and three kids. Her husband was a petroleum engineer, so his job brought them here to the Houston, Texas, area. The heat of the Southwest caught them unprepared. The weather in Ireland is much milder than in Houston. It was late July, and the temperature was 101 with 80% humidity. Mrs. Kerry stayed inside with the a...

So despite the sad motive for our vacation to a tropical island, it turned out to be a birthday that I would never forget. Not only were we basking in the warm waters of the Caribbean, but I was also basking in the voluptuous flesh of my stepmother and my stepsister. After our morning romp that left me understandably drained, we all showered, ate a late breakfast, and completed a long walk along the white-sand beaches at...

Catherine was the daughter of a Count in the small country of Transylvania. She was a beautiful blonde of twenty years old. She loved to play the violin, so the Count commissioned Hans to paint her playing. They lived in a secluded castle high in the mountains. Catherine met Hans at the gate of the castle. She was wearing a peasant dress that was low-cut. Her breasts were large, and her big, round areolas peeked over the...

Man, it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun. The opening lyrics from the Santana song “Smooth” couldn’t describe this bikers’ trip any better. Five of us biker buddies had decided to head across Washington State to take in some motorcycle racing and have some fun. It had started as a simple idea when my good buddy Doug suggested the trip to take in some racing. He dabbled in professional racing and knew qui...