The room was quiet in that padded, breathless way only night could bring. His door was locked, not just closed. The overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft, amber glow of his desk lamp casting long, golden shadows across his bare chest and the planes of his thighs. His skin looked warmer in that light, flush with heat and nerves and something deeper that he didn’t yet know how to name. He lay back against the pill...

I rolled off the sofa, stood up, and then reached out a hand to her. She let me pull her off of the couch and then grabbed the TV remote off the side table. Barbarella was still on. I had been so completely absorbed in what we'd been doing, I had forgotten the movie was even on. I mean it had one hell of an opening scene, but now it looked like an angel was involved somehow. My sister turned it off. “That was weird,” she...

It was like one of those dreams where someone gives you the car you’ve always wanted, or you find a bunch of money and you’re suddenly rich. My mind was finally catching up to what just happened. My sister just spent god knows how long exquisitely exploring my cock and balls, had me masturbate in front of her, tasted and approved of the flavor of my cum, got completely naked, and then cuddled in next to me on the couch. I...

It was Friday night. My mother and father had just started a thing, where every other Friday night they'd go out for the entire night and not come back until the following morning. I know what you're thinking, who does that, right? Looking back on it now, I can see that this was their last attempt to get their marriage back on track. Anyway, it was the summer of 1990 and this generation of parents was a lot more hands-off...