I never thought my life would turn into some twisted family secret, but here I am, Matthew, thirty years old, still living at home like a proper loser, ginger hair thinning on top more every day, and yeah, still a virgin with a dick that's barely average—more like underwhelming, really. Hardly fills my hand when I wank off alone in my room. My dad, Alan, is the spitting image in worse form: fifty-six, five-foot-nine like...

Two weeks had passed since the weekend that changed everything. Lucy had barely gone a day without texting Ray and Grant. Their group chat was a secret, buzzing with messages that made her blush behind closed doors—photos traded late at night, teasing promises of what they’d do when they finally got her alone again. She missed them. Desperately. They missed her, too. You looked so damn good last time. I can still taste yo...

The tension ebbed slowly, like the tide pulling back from the shore after a storm. They sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other—bare skin, warm breath, and the lingering sheen of what they’d just done. Lucy lay between them, head resting on Ray’s chest, one of Grant’s hands still brushing lazy strokes down her thigh. The sheets were wrinkled, the room dimly lit by the soft hotel lamp that cast everything in gold an...

Lucy stood at the bathroom mirror, her toothbrush dangling between her lips as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were a little darker lately, a little bolder. There was a new glow to her cheeks that no amount of makeup could fake. She knew exactly where it came from. Twice now. Two stolen, filthy, unforgettable nights. And both of them under Eric’s nose—while his son laughed, grilled burgers, splashed in the pool, an...

In a small town on the Valencian coast, where the sea breeze caressed the whitewashed facades and the scent of orange blossom mingled with the saltpeter, Patricia and Antonio lived in a house near the beach. It was not a mansion, but a warm home, with a terrace adorned with bougainvillea and a porch where they enjoyed the starry nights with a glass of wine in hand. Patricia was 42 years old and a primary school teacher in...

I woke up not feeling my absolute best. For some reason, I never thought to bring any kind of medication. I scraped for whatever clothing was immediately available and wandered downstairs. I opened every cabinet in the kitchen looking for Ibuprofen but didn't find any. In lieu of that, I got the biggest cup I could find and filled it with water. The kitchen sink was full of the previous night's dinner dishes and I scoffed...

We spent the evening in a completely platonic conversation. I asked her a lot of questions about her thoughts on incest and we had a terrific discussion about societal expectations regarding inter-family sexuality. We generally had the same views but spoke about varied opinions on how people tend to approach a family member for sex. Our discussion lasted well into the evening, and we ended up falling asleep on our sides,...

We both left the living room after little fanfare and went directly to the bathroom to shower. We both stripped whatever clothes we had left on and dedicated a significant amount of time to caressing each other in the shower. It was loving and magical. Our hands roamed over the other’s body inch by inch without missing a single bit. We kissed more often than we touched, and I don’t know if we ever felt more in love than w...

We pulled up to the house after spending the entire trip talking about how nervous we were. The people we were to spend the next six days with were in the house and our vacation was minutes from getting started. I put the car in park and we both just stared at the house. I put my hand on Brandie's knee and said, "It's time to go in, babe. "I'm so nervous!" she squealed as she bounced in her seat a couple times. "Nervous b...

It was nearly two months later when we got the final e-mail. Our interest in the fantasy vacation had diminished over time since we hadn’t heard anything. We thought maybe we were taken for personal information and would never know what it was. We thought maybe the process was the experience of going through what we had, selecting family members to fuck. We thought maybe that alone was the concept they expected to fuel pe...