I woke up on Sunday morning from the kind of deep, relaxing sleep you have after a good, satisfying fuck, and I lay there looking at the ceiling for a moment until I remembered. Last night I had fucked my own sister, Kelly. Those same conflicting feelings that I had felt as I walked from her room and climbed into bed last night came back, and I wondered if things could ever be the same again. I thought that maybe I needed...

I remember one time when my sister, Kelly, started talking about what life would be like when she was all grown up. Kelly had it all worked out: The kind of man she would marry, the house they would live in, the names of their two kids, even the name of their pet dog. She even tried to get me in on the conversation, but I thought I was way too mature for that kind of nonsense. I was probably about ten at the time, and eve...

The twins had told me before that their father was a builder, and he had built matching bedrooms for them that were a mirror image of each other, with a shared en-suite bathroom between them. They each had a double bed in their room, and since I had met them, I had been down there a few times before. They had told me before that they often slept in the same bed together, but I had just thought it was a twin thing, but now...

The place where I grew up was a medium-sized coastal city, a couple of hours away from Sydney, and it was a great place to live and to call my home town. My dad was sent there on a job transfer to take over as district manager for a big finance company when I was so young I can barely remember living anywhere else, and he liked the place so much that he used to tell my mother that if the company ever tried to move him aga...

Howdy folks, my name is Wendell Buford, and I live in a little town name of Frog Whistle, Arkansas, with my widdered Ma, Mavis Buford, and my sister Priscilla. Folks is always sayin to me, “Wendell, you ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?” but I reckon I got me a sixth grade education and I can lift all kinds o’ heavy stuff, so I cain’t complain, ‘cause I reckon I get on okay. Now like I said, my Ma is a widder,...

I’ve never been a big fan of horror movies. It’s not that I scare easily, but they just don’t do much for me. I will say, though, that the scariest movie I ever saw when I was a kid, was a film called “Poltergeist.” It came out when I was about thirteen or fourteen, and it frightened the shit out of me when I first saw it. It’s about a bunch of people living in a housing estate that’s been built on an old cemetery, and in...

This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? - Part 1”In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had go...

When I was sixteen years old, one my dad’s old drinking buddies said to me, one day, “Son, you probably don’t realise it now, but these are the best years of your life. Once you finish school, it’s all downhill from there. Mark my words on that.” My heart kind of sank when he told me that, and I thought, You mean, this is as good as it gets?To put it, mildly, my school years weren’t the happiest years of my life. I was sk...

I think I’m a pretty average guy. You know, medium build, medium complexion, medium brown hair, average looks. When I say “average looks,” I mean I’m no Brad Pitt, but then nobody ever got me confused with Quasimodo, either. Kind of a happy medium, you could say.Maybe I’m a little a taller than average, but that helped me get into the state police force, so that was a good thing, but generally speaking, I don’t think I st...

Warning: This is a long story with a slow build-up.1980 was a long time ago. A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, seventeen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that I was not exactly Mister Popularity, either. I remember that feeling of not always fitting in, although I still had a few friends of...

Back when I was about twenty, my old dad said to me, over a beer one day, “A divorced woman is like a used car.” I had to ask him what he meant by that, and he clarified by saying, “Just remember, a man gets rid of a used car for a reason.” Looking back, I’m not sure if he was just making blokey conversation, or whether he was actually offering me some fatherly advice, but sadly he never lived to see my own wedding day hi...

I was half-way through a day shift on a Wednesday morning, as I sat at a computer in the muster room, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and I looked up to see the shift supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing there with a clipboard in his hand.Morrow was one of those big, rugged, old-style cops that you just don’t see any more, and he said, “I’ve got...

This story follows directly on from my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 2. Once again, Saturday morning came, and for a second time, I awoke to memories of what my sister Tina and I had done the night before. Had we really fucked each other like that, and taken each other’s cherries? I felt that roller coaster feeling, and then the hardening of my cock, as I lay there, contemplating what Tina and I had got up to, and th...

This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1. In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part about wanking myself was certainly true, but what about the rest? I showered and put on fresh clothes for the day, and a short time later, Tin...

One day, my uncle Ben, who is my mum’s brother, was staying over, and I heard him saying to my mum that my dad must have hardly given her time to get her pants back on after she had me, before he knocked her up a second time, and my sister came along. Uncle Ben probably didn’t mean for me to hear him saying that, but when I think about it, the comment probably had a certain amount of truth in it. There was less than a yea...