Audrey clutched her phone as her body shook, like maybe if she squeezed hard enough, she could crush it in her hand, but then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “He’s too young for you. He’s good dick,” Audrey said, then took another and pushed it out slowly. “He’s too young for you. He’s good dick….” She reread the message. Jack: Hey, I wanted to tell you, just because we promised to be honest with each other ab...

I knocked on Jessy’s doorframe and peered inside as he lay in bed, staring up at his phone in the dark. “You’ll hurt your eyes; you know?” “If you say so,” Jessy said. “What are you doing up here, anyway? Isn’t the party downstairs?” “It is”—I stood up straighter as I smiled at him—“And you’re not invited.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He nodded with a sigh. “Oh, trust me, I’m aware. So, what do you got there, anyway?” “...

I think I should say that not all of this story is mine. There are parts I could never have known if I wasn’t told. I wasn’t there; I didn’t experience it. Let me tell you, though, I was told about it later. I’ll admit to this having bothered me slightly before, but a great many things have happened since then. So now, sit back, reader, and let me tell you my tale. Well, I guess it’s Kassidy’s, too. *** Clink! Clink! Clin...

“No, Jessy, you’re going to talk to me,” Kelly shouted. “There’s nothing to say, Kels.” “Well, clearly there is. You’ve been mopey for weeks. Is it Aliza?” I swung into the parking spot at school and held the steering wheel in both hands for a moment as I took a deep breath. “What’s wrong, Jessy?” Kelly begged. “Nothing, I’m just being impatient. I want to move forward. I’m just frustrated. I want her to let me be with he...

It was the first time I realized what a wonderful cook Audrey was after she cooked me dinner. Every meal I’d had with her before seemed to be takeout. Tonight, she made a Cajun-style fried catfish with roasted green beans and potatoes. Not the most complicated of meals, but it was delicious. Now we were sitting on her couch watching 10 Things I Hate About You, after having watched some John Hughes films she loved. They we...

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck!” Kelly cried out as I drove my cock into her tight body. She heaved as she reached out, digging her nails into the sheets, and she screamed. Face down, ass up, I drilled into my sister’s tight pussy. “Oh fuck, Kels,” I moaned, splashing into her body with every thrust. She was so wet. I held her by a handful of her ass and pressed into her. Her muscles grew tighter around me, and I wanted to spill ever...

“Aww, sweetie, is your belly bothering you, too?” Lynn, my mother, asked. She pressed her hand against my head and leaned over me. She was barely dressed, wearing the same nightdress she’d worn last night beneath her house robe. Her small, supple breasts fell over me. “Yeah, bad chicken....” “Well,” she said, “you’re not running a fever.” She leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “And you’re a much better actor than your...

It was radio silence, and I found it disturbing. Karlie had pierced me with her glare when I got home the other night. I was pretty sure she’d been hoping this whole thing with Audrey would be over. Instead, it had taken a completely different turn. Even after we’d spent our afternoon making a pet of Kassidy, we’d sat down, had dinner, and then watched a movie. Kassidy insisted on resting her head in my lap and sucking me...

I waited in the car, impatient. I did my homework from the driver’s seat and waited outside East Hills High for Kelly’s cheer practice to end. I was antsy. I was excited. She’d said she would hurry, but the clock turned to 4:00, and she still wasn’t out. Oh, wait, there she was. I started the engine, cheering on my cheerleader. She looked at the car, beamed, and then raced over. “Oh, thank fuck,” Kelly shouted, slamming t...

I wasn’t looking for her the first time I saw her, but then I couldn’t get her out of my head. I had woken up, stupid early, and couldn’t get back to sleep. So, there I was, 6:30 in the morning, wandering into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea—Irish Breakfast with sugar and milk. I stood in the morning room of my parent’s house, sipping at it, when she ran by. I blinked, almost dazed. I had never seen her before. Wa...

“Grandé margarita, por favor,” I asked the bartender, taking a seat. I felt like a fool. What the hell was I doing here? I am thirty-two years old, an old man. Here I was in Cancun, Mexico during senior week. I was surrounded by a bunch of would-be frat boys and newly graduated girls. The place was a meat market. “Gracias,” I said, relieved when Eduardo brought my drink, and then I got squinting at it. There was fruit in...

I reread the text five times before I would let myself even try to believe it. It was more of a novel than a text message. Audrey <}: Jack, I’m sorry about yesterday. I was angry and after sleeping on it, I’m still angry, but I realize I was jealous. I understand that we have been having sex for months, but we have never actually established what we are doing. I was wrong, but at the same time, you're a dumbass. You co...

We weren’t halfway through the movie, not that anybody was watching it. I was sitting on the couch trying to watch, but most of what I heard was my “little” twin sister, Kelly, making out with her boyfriend in the recliner. They weren’t even trying to watch the film, and I was having a hard time not watching them. It was strangely arousing seeing her like that, and a beast gnawed at me. My sister was hot. It was probably...

I rolled over in bed and stretched until my heart was perfectly content. There was a moment; I hit that spot and my breath caught and I shook as I came down. I felt good. I had the day off. I’d gotten laid the evening before. What wasn’t there to love about life? Okay, there was a long list, but life was good. I checked my phone and opened my messages to find a picture of Audrey, probably from early this morning. Her hair...

What was I doing with my day off besides lying in bed contemplating the ceiling? Nothing was what. I was just burnt, so it made for a nice change of pace when my phone chirped. I glanced down, heaved a sign, and picked it up to see who was texting. My heart fluttered as Kassidy’s contact photo, a cute duckface, popped up, but then it stopped as I opened the message. It was a picture of her, a selfie, topless, making a duc...