They had been working on the house all week, pulling up the carpet, putting up shelves, and painting the walls a different color. She had invited her cousin over to help since her boyfriend was still in the hospital. The prognosis was optimistic, but she still had to get stuff done before he came home.”Man
It was a hideous feeling watching mom brought low by a shitty man like my father. When he eventually left I was glad even though the man doing the leaving was my biological parent and his wife, my mom doing the staying, wasn’t.”I miss him already, baby.””It’s called Stockholm Syndrome, mom. Dad’s leaving is the
My Aunt Sarah – Part 4My mind was blown from the past two days, and my body was exhausted, so I slept exceptionally well.I was a keen footballer; I played for the college and the local village team. I wasn’t the fittest 18-year-old in the world, and neither did I have a ripped body like
Everybody in this story is 18+.##########The Uber driver pulled up to the apartment building where my sister Nita lived. For an upscale neighborhood in Dallas, I certainly expected more than the usual faceless, colorless and generic architecture that you see everywhere else. Every building on the block looked alike, except for the exterior color and
Thursday AfternoonWe had been back a week or so and the ‘glow’ from the vacation was evaporating, as it usually does. Performing all the tasks that are required in our life is not a chore or duty. It’s just my and Elaine’s life. I’m placing much more focus on where we’re going, than on what’s
I hadn’t said so much as a word to my older brother for three years. As far as I knew, neither had my sister or younger brother. We had all been very close growing up. Our father left when Gary was sixteen, and I was twelve. After that it was the four of us and
My Aunt Sarah – Part 5I slept soundly another night, falling asleep, thinking of my aunty; it was Thursday morning.Looking out, I could see that the weather was terrible, it was raining, and it looked chilly to say we were in June. Well, that’s scuppered my picnic idea!I texted my aunt, “Raining? Urgh, what now?
Melanie and Melissa were mother and daughter. They were also best friends. Melanie had Melissa when she was twenty and was so glad that even though Melissa was now 19 she still hadn’t moved away. They would do everything together from shopping to critiquing boys and men they saw. They always laughed together and had
One day when i was sleeping, I felt a hand coming up my thighs and ass. I tried to move my hips, but his hand grabbed me and pulled me back in.”Be still my little slut” he said in a deep voice. I got scared and just as I was about to scream out loud
Kristin sighed as she gazed out the kitchen window, watching the neighbor boy mow his lawn. She absentmindedly traced a fingertip along the neckline of her tank top, dipping beneath the fabric. Her nipples were already hard.It had been over a week since Lupe went back to work, and Kristin was going out of her
Steve here:It all started with a good night’s sleep.I was a rising college senior, As a freshman, I’d gone out for track – cross country – but quickly found that the coach expected his runners to spend time running more than spend time studying, so I dropped that, still ran, but just for myself to
This is a work of fiction, any similarities to anyone are coincidental. All characters are over 18. This story has a lot of lesbian incest, and no men. You probably don’t need to read the prior chapters to follow, but I think it’s better with the additional background. If you’re really into how things work
She finally showed some surprise on her face. “Are you sure?”Given the size of the kingdom, it would be a surprise if one appeared even in a city, let alone in a backward and small town like theirs. Well, even if they came, it would not be something for common people like them to know.
Author’s Note: Welcome to my entry in the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2023! Last month marked my 13th anniversary here on Lit, so I wanted to do something fun. Over the years I’ve been asked if I have a favorite story of my own. This is that story. Bro/sis is my personal kink, and
“Don’t worry, Madam Celine.” A chubby middle-aged woman, garbed in a stylish but beautiful dress, spoke.”I will send someone to deliver it to you before sunset,” the woman added further in a reassuring tone.Celine, who was closely examining an ocean blue colored piece of fabric, nodded before passing the piece in her hand over to
The next morning I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake. I’d had sex with my own dad, and whilst it had felt phenomenal, it was still incredibly wrong. And incredibly illegal. My mind kept replaying what had happened. His hand on my breast. My hand on his cock. His huge daddy cock stretching me
British English language and spelling. In some stories the legal process will be different to what readers from the USA are used to, over here we have laws that apply nationally, not state by state. Where possible I try to research facts in the hope I can be accurate in what I write.I write for
It was a typical Friday night at my house in the new normal after Grandma became confused. Dad was sitting on this throne, his precious leather recliner, watching some soccer game. I was sitting on the sofa finishing some homework assignments. Mom was working, or playing a game, on her laptop while sitting in her
Thanks to everyone who gave positive and constructive feedback on my first story, the warm reception was a big motivation for writing this one. Sorry that writing another story took so long, I’ve got a few outline concepts in draft but it was a while before I had a hook I felt was good enough
This is part two of Photo Finish. Please read the first part – Photo Finish – The Beginning – if you haven’t already.***Chase was overdue, he should have been back by now. He was radio silent, not responding to my texts or phone calls. I pulled out my laptop to check the news, hoping not