Chapter Seven My brother’s erect cock entered my body without another word being spoken. It entered slowly, it entered awkwardly, but enter it most certainly did. The tangle of underwear around my ankles prevented me opening my legs wide so his progress was awkward and clumsy, but it didn’t matter. By then, Paul was determined that nothing was going to prevent the inevitable from happening and I wasn’t going to put any ki...

Chapter One “Come on, Caz,” Vanessa moaned. “It’ll be fun. You need to have a bit of fun; we both do!” I frowned. Although a music festival – even a minor one like this would be great fun, going camping wasn’t my idea of fun. Not even in August. The British weather is infamous for its unreliability and I didn’t see why this summer should be any more predictable than it had been during the previous eighteen years of my lif...

Mum and Dad broke up for the last time shortly after that. It's not a great thing to happen to any family at any time, and wasn't at all unexpected, but for it to happen to an eighteen-year-old girl who was studying for some of the most important exams in her life, was icing on what was already a tough cake to eat. Mark and I were not the only residents of our street to overhear their last and loudest row and were probabl...

“My taxi will be here in ten minutes!” My mother’s voice boomed through the closed bedroom door. It wasn’t locked but Mum knew from experience not to open it. Hearing her voice and with his handsome face only inches above mine, my brother Mark paused in his thrusting, his long, thick cock; the only one I had ever known, buried deep in my tightly-gripping vagina. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I begged breathlessly. “I’m so clo...

In my dual roles as academic researcher and erotic author, I had been contacted by, talked to and on occasions like today actually met with a surprisingly large number of people involved in incestuous relationships. Add to this the rather sparse research already available on the subject, and my own personal history, and you had in me, a willing and eager student. I had quickly learned that are at least as many types of co...

James and Emily live in a big, bright, newly-built house on an estate on the edge of London. They are happy, attractive, hard-working and sociable couple. When I first met them, it was obvious that James was somewhat older than Emily but the age gap didn’t seem large and they were clearly very much in love. Emily was seven months pregnant, expecting their first child. Her swollen her belly was very noticeable and she was...

The word idyllic didn’t do justice to the countryside as I sped through pale-coloured hills, alongside ancient orchards and past hidden wineries towards the busy suburb of the city where Mark and Elaine lived. My taxi pulled to a halt at the side of the street. I paid it off, took my journalist’s bag from the backseat and walked up the short stone-paved path. I knocked on the blue painted wooden front door and as I waited...

Journalism isn’t an easy life, especially for a woman.  Okay, everyone moans about their jobs and it had provided me with an income for over two decades – albeit often a sporadic income – but no-one has ever become rich while working at the sharp end of the pencil. Because of this, most professionals have more than one string to their bow. Some write books, some write copy for advertisers, some write articles for the endl...

“...Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits...” “Right!” I replied, grinning at Jake’s self satisfied expression.”Let’s see how good you are with this...” It was a perfect Saturday morning and we were playing ‘Name that Tune’ as my brother Jake drove the two of us northwards through the Yorkshire countryside in our mother’s car on our way to the seaside cottage Mum and Dad had rented for a week’s break. Dad had a late business c...

I slammed my hand down on the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside my bed, choking off its insistent drone. Glowing angry-red numbers showed the unearthly hour – six o’clock – but I didn’t care. At long last it was Friday. The Friday! He was coming home today. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. My brother Mike was coming home for Christmas. My Mike! My big, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous brother and, af...

Naive, eighteen year-old Nicky has just been rescued by her older brother Mike from being forced into sex by one of his rugby-playing friends, in an alleyway down by the waterfront. I don’t know how long I clung to Mike in the darkness, trembling, crying with confusion, relief at my escape, shame at having put myself in that position and a disturbing feeling of unfinished business deep within me. Eventually I became aware...

It was November 1983 and I was in my final year of school – the year we call the ‘Upper Sixth’. England was a world without internet, mobile phones, personal computers, e-mails or text messages. Like most of Europe, it was a country with dirty, badly lit phone boxes that ate your money then disconnected you, letters that got lost for weeks, a poor motorway network and very few students with cars. Sex was much less casual...