HIM:     I lay there in the bed beside her, just staring. She was sleeping in her common red cotton bikini cut panties. She had one hand resting just below her naval, the other raised up over her head. One of her legs was laying straight with the other slightly bent, crossed at the ankles. The comforter was carelessly thrown across her, covering only part of one leg and her hip. I watched her sleep for a few minutes. Her...

I knew it was wrong. I knew more than anything that I shouldn’t have been standing there watching her. There were so many reasons it was wrong. The first and most important was that she was my sister. The second was that she was ten years younger than me. She was only 16, but she had the body of a woman. She was 5’6”, long milky white legs that showed the definition of every muscle in them when she moved. Her hair was sil...

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing there. Well I knew what I was doing. I was there buying condoms and lubrication. I didn’t know why I was doing it. Why was I going along with Mr. Dante’s plan of revenge? His revenge was directed at Victoria. She was the little bitch that tried to cause me to rape Mr. Dante’s daughter. She and I would play these little role playing games. That particular day she gave me instructions...

She stood before him, her hands were shaking and she was having trouble controlling her breathing. She had never been in a situation such as this one before, but she chose it. She made this happen. It was what she wanted. With trembling hands she took off her shirt. She felt exposed in a bra and skirt. She could feel him scanning her body. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She knew she wasn’t. ugly, tha...

For as long as I can remember I have had strange dreams. They were all very vivid and realistic. The strangest part of the dreams were that they always had the same girl in them. When I was as young as five years old I dreamed of this girl, her name was Skyla. She was five years old also, and even though I knew better, in the dream she was my sister. I can remember when I was five and I would dream of her, she looked exac...

My brother, Jessie and I had spent the entire week at home and pretty much naked. We had sex several times every day. I couldn’t help but be worried about our parents coming home. I didn’t know what to expect, because I was sure that my Dad knew what was going on, considering he caught Jessie and I in the pool house in the bed together wrapped in each others arms naked. “You are thinking about it again aren’t you?” Jessie...

I had always had a very close knit family. I grew up in a warm home with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. My mom and dad were very happy together and never can I ever remember them fighting. We did everything as a family and we stood up for each other. I had never met another family like my own. We spend every holiday together. I was the second oldest of the children. My brother Justin was older than me by only 10 months. I had...

I hadn't been back in Florida for more than three days and I was already miserable.  I missed Jessie so bad.  It was like having a part of myself ripped away.  I wondered to myself how I had went this long without realizing how much I really loved him.  My mom had noticed my depression, but when she would ask me about it I refused to talk about it.  Part of me wanted to blame her, because she had left my father.  But when...

I was standing next to the door of the Hotel lobby.  I was seventeen years old and spending my summer working for my uncle at his luxury hotel resort in Florida.  It wasn't exactly the highlight of a teenage boys life.  Sure there were plenty of girls running around in next to nothing, but they were all rich snobs who where there spending their daddies money and they all looked at me like I was some kind of cock roach. I...

I was working one night in my fathers book store. I was rarely allowed to work alone because I was only eighteen and the shop was in a rough part of town, but my father was out of town and my mother was at home drunk on the couch, so someone had to come and open the store. I was always the responsible one. I was putting books on the shelf and I heard the bell on the door jingle. I looked up and there was a man standing th...

     My mother and father separated when my mother was till pregnant with me.  Although she was still very much in love with my father she left him because he had had an affair and gotten another girl pregnant.  My mother told me how he had begged her to stay, but she said she couldn't stand the thoughts of him being with and making a baby with another woman.  She left him and moved from Northern California to Southern Fl...