It was a perfect day. Seabirds cried and wheeled overhead as I walked through the sand near the water’s edge, studiously avoiding the rocky patches that dotted this secluded beach in Northern California. The air was warm, much warmer than usual for February, and I planned to take full advantage of nature’s sunny gift. My visit today was impromptu, with no specific goal in mind. A bit of exercise seemed prudent, perhaps fo...

Inside the house, I swung by the kitchen to pull a bottle of wine from the fridge and fill a silver bucket with ice. Padding down the hallway, I heard the soft murmur of voices and the distinctive sounds of kissing drifting from my bedroom. Stepping through the door, I saw Kate and Emma sitting on the edge of the bed, still in their robes. Their backs were to me and as they nuzzled each other, I couldn’t quite hear their...

After the first few wonderful days with Kate and Emma, reality set in, and I had to buckle down and concentrate on my book. While this was a vacation for the girls, it was a work session for me, and I had deadlines to meet. I’d brought a laptop loaded with research, and I spent over a week organizing the material and building my story’s framework. Then I knuckled down and started writing the first draft. As the weeks pass...

Kate and I watched TV while we waited for Emma to get dressed. It had been nearly an hour, and I began to worry that perhaps she’d fallen asleep. “We have to leave soon,” I said. “Should we check on her?” “Let’s give her a bit longer,” Kate replied. “She should be riding an endorphin high from the orgasm I gave her and since I told her you were taking us to a fancy restaurant, I imagine she is pulling out all the stops.”...

Ah, 1971. It was the year Disney World opened in Orlando, Apollo 14 landed on the moon, and Playboy magazine showed pubic hair for the first time. For me, it was my year of sexual awakening. As a sixteen-year-old, I'd just started my Junior year of high school, where I earned decent but not spectacular grades and pretty much kept to myself. I was on the Varsity football and wrestling teams, a member of the glee club, and...

As my plane touched down in Aruba, I was still flying high from the memory of my visit with Emma and Kate. Never in any conceivable life experience could I have imagined not only bedding Emma, but her mom too. I loved them both dearly and couldn’t wait to see them again. An old friend once told me that incest love was the ultimate love, and now I had it in duplicate. After grabbing my bags, I picked up my rental car, a lu...

Many months had passed since Emma and I went our separate ways following our spectacular summer together in Aruba. She was enjoying her junior year in high school, and I’d made several revisions to my novel and just submitted the final copy to my publisher. If everything went to plan, Em and I would meet again in late May once her school ended, and later in the year, my book would hit the stands in time for the holiday se...

It was Sunday morning and Em and I had just made love. The bedroom’s sliding doors facing the ocean were open, and the gauzy white curtains billowed from the breeze passing through the house. Em was sitting cross-legged on the bed as I reclined on my side facing her. She was brushing her hair, and I was content just to admire her physique. It was my rest day from swimming, and I was contemplating getting up to make us som...

Part: 2 Sunday I slowly came awake, not wanting to leave the wonderful dreams I’d been having. My bed was oh so comfortable and for some reason, a wonderful tingly sensation flowed through my body. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains in my bedroom and I squinted my eyes trying to get my bearings. That’s when I saw a head of tousled brunette hair draped across my groin. More awake now, I realized that soft, warm li...

I swam upwards towards the sunlight, trailing bubbles in my wake. My head broke the surface, and immediately the heat of the mid-morning tropical sun assaulted me. The glare from the waves was blinding, making it hard to see anything. I paddled water, slowly turning to get my bearings before setting out for the distant shore. My muscles ached as I used long strokes to swim steadily, quickly closing the distance to the bea...

The next morning, I combed the phone book and selected several attorneys' names who specialized in child social services cases. I was able to get an appointment with one the next day and when we met her, we laid out the main points of our sad tale. She seemed very sympathetic and assured us that with my stable home life and job and my ability to help care for Lisa, there should be no issues getting Amy back. She told us h...

When I first decided to tell the story of ‘The Office Intern’, I had hoped the truth would have provided some freedom from the misery which ensued after Lisa started her senior year of high school. Admittedly, recalling that summer, with all the hope and possibilities we believed existed, was a sort of panacea. Reminding me of a magical time when two people existed just to love each other. But telling the story also reope...

Writer sat at his computer and logged onto his favorite site. What’s this? A Flash Contest? How intriguing. Oh, but look at these submissions. Sigh, these authors are in a class of their own. Maybe someday… Hey! Look at the Fairy photo, that’s my Muse. How the heck? “Muse!” Writer called to the empty room. A flash and she appeared in the chair next to his, looking quite annoyed. “Yes, Writer, what is it now?” Muse asked....

After the holiday, the office returned to normal, except for Lisa and me. She kept herself busy but avoided me as much as she could. When we did speak, it was only about business stuff, and our lunches together were now ancient history. I felt terrible but had no idea how to repair the damage between us. I wanted her desperately, but what was the point? Any kind of relationship with her was doomed the moment her parents f...

It’s said that the truth will set you free. I hope that’s at least somewhat accurate because I’ve carried this story with me for far too long. My tale is mostly true, with some edits to dates and names to ensure privacy, and with dialogue reconstructed from memory. Even after all these decades, some would still remember what happened that year, especially those events which occurred after the conclusion of part two of our...