Preface

The Standard Disclaimers:

1: This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or older to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an underage person is involved with a parent or adult, often cause deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life.

2: The author gets diarrhea of the keyboard. I thought this would be a quick story. So much for thinking. I tend to meander. This story meanders more than most. It is still underway, and updates may be far apart. They will likely get further apart after a few months.

3: I am not a professional writer. In fact, most of my colleagues at work would be surprised that I can put two words together to form a sentence. I will give you a version of my standard warning. For people who think the grammar is bad or that I have misspellings, donate to my cause, and I’ll use the paid-for version of Grammarly or QuillBot. Otherwise, do you have any idea how hard it is to get a friend to edit your erotic stories? Hell, they are usually too busy beating off to edit. Plus, this is some raunchy stuff, and some of my friends are good Southern Baptists. They would clutch their bibles tightly to themselves when not beating off. And it would blow their minds to know I could think up this twisted tale.

4: This story has some romance, if you call it that. But Harlequin Romance isn’t taking my type of submissions, and all my other published stories are here.
OK, you have been scrupulously advised, so if you are still reading, it is not me; it is you. Please do comment, though. It only makes sense to keep going if there is interest. (I have other stories going.) Plus, the only way I can get better is to know the good and the bad. If you are only going to be ugly, fuck off and keep it to yourself. Constructive critiques are what I’m after.

And if you truly think any of this reflects the author’s views on other people, fine. Just know that you never know what is in other people’s minds and hearts, only your own.

Other things of note:

This story is not a love story. It’s not purely a coming-of-age story. It’s not about revenge or BDSM. Nor is it purely an incest story. So now you know what it’s not. Then what is it? It is a little of all of those, and then some. There are some situations that are plain mean. And as mean as it is, parts are that sweet. If you don’t want any of the above in a story, skip the chapter with warnings of possible offensive material. If you want all of one of them, you will be disappointed. I will put the appropriate warning if needed at the beginning of chapters. In my previous stories, I did not do this, and readers would get to chapter 9 and get so offended they quit reading. (It happened to me a lot.) Hopefully the new warnings will prevent that.

In this and most stories, I believe an 18-year-old is responsible for their actions. If the government can draft you, put a gun in your hand, and send you off to die, you’re an adult. Just ask a WWII or Vietnam vet.
I put it in the not-so-distant past, but back a ways. The story is fiction, so not all things are going to be 100% accurate with timelines. I know that. Now you do too. I have not finished it, but I will start publishing before the words “The End” are typed. And lastly, there is some sex in this story. It is a bit more prevalent than in some of the others I have written. So enjoy.