I came into the den and Auggie was sitting on the couch, scrolling through pictures on his phone. He startled when I touched his shoulder. “It’s just me,” I said. I sat down in my robe and nightie, feeling like the snake in my dream. “Lift your legs up, please.” I pulled the oversized ottoman to the edge of the couch so we could stretch out, and I spread a blanket over our legs. “Comfy?” Auggie was still scrolling through...

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Justin and I broke apart and sat up straight on the couch. I looked at my sister. "We, uh—we were just watching TV." Stephanie glanced suspiciously at the small, bulky television vomiting out the local news, then back to us. "There was a bear sighting," I explained. "You have thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from—and that's what you pick? That same bullshit happens every da...

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We had met on the internet and were soon talking about sexual likes and dislikes; before too long we had started having cyber sex, sometimes on cam together, watching each other masturbate and cum for one another while talking really dirty and nasty to one another. Sometimes I would call her while she was rubbing her pussy so I could hear how wet she was, as well as see on the screen her hands all over her clit and lips,...

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