"Hunter finds out the truth."
Part 3 of the series, I highly recommend you read the other two.I awoke the next morning to a amazing smell of freshly cooked breakfast. I rubbed my eyes to clear the blurry vision that I had and sat up....
"The story continues"
Part 2 of the series. Read Coming Home: The Secret for the first part and is highly recommended you read first.As I entered the room the scent and aroma overwhelmed me. I slowly walk over to the end of Samantha's...
"Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret - Ralph Waldo Emerson"
Part 4 I woke up the next morning and groaned deeply as I felt a pair of lips sliding down my morning erection. Even before I was fully awake I was thrusting my hips upwards to meet that willing mouth....
"Hunter learns his sister's secret desire"
When I was exiting the airport, I saw my sister's car parked and waiting for me. I entered the car gradually since my war injury made my right leg weaker than my left. I looked over to see mysister smiling...
"My sister and I spend time together over the holidays"
My sister Dee is 42 this year but we have been together since she was 17. I will only mention in this post about our recent get together which is all too rare. I headed down to the States for...
"The Crazy Ducan Family..."
I’m Kayla, I’m 16, 5’3, 48C cup breast, long brown hair, with a fine tanned small-hourglass figure, then there’s my twin brother, Shawn, 5’8, scrawny looking but extremely sexy, with short black hair, finally there’s our older sister, Kyra, 17,...
Sam walked into the house, checking from room to room to make sure no one was home. Today was the day. Today he would finally act out on his fantasies. The idea of cross dressing turned him on. To be...
"How my sister helped me out one morning."
All characters involved in this text are over the age of sixteen. I recently returned home to stay at my parent’s home during a three-week holiday break from my job working in an Architectural practise. My family home consisted of...
"So, I got myself a troublesome brother. Looks can be deceiving."
I was quiet and reserved. I didn't talk much. I didn't make myself noticed. I just moved on through life like everyone else. I had no close friends and even my parents began to accept that I didn't socialize much....
