Minimal Stories

Horny, nervous, and half-naked, Kelly Layton peeked through the open bedroom door. Inside, her kid brother lay stretched out on his unmade bed, reading a paperback.   But he’s no kid, thought Kelly. Not anymore. Though still just eighteen, with his athletic build, dark hair, eyes the same steel-gray as their father’s, and a smile that could get him laid in a convent, he looked all man.   In the past, having such a hunk fo...