I have this Uncle who when I was young was our favourite, mostly because every time he visited, he would bring a present for us and would perform the most wonder tricks. One birthday, it may be my 9th or 10th, I had invited some of my school friends over for a party when Uncle Harry arrived to do some tricks. What I remember most about that day was he hypnotised some of my guests including my younger sister Beth and made them perform all sorts of silly things; we all fell about laughing.
I've always hated Dawn my sister, I know I shouldn't but it all stems from the day she was born. Up to then I was the only one, the heir of the family name and fortune. Then she came along and I was forgotten, worse even I had to change my life because she was there. You know how it is, be quiet or you'll wake your baby sister or sorry we can't go out because we can't find a babysitter etc. Ok I know sibling rivalry is common and I should have grown out of it by now, but fuck it why should I.
It had been a tough semester and I was glad to be home. I had missed my twin brother Tommy even though we were poles apart. I missed our little sister too not that she so little now of course. She was always this scrawny little thing with stick like arms and legs with horrible bony knees; now look at her with all her graceful curves.
A story in the Wolferton Valley Universe
Bethany’s Valentine’s date collapses. Dressed to kill and aching with unmet desire, she ends up alone with her younger brother Ethan. What begins as disappointment erupts into a holiday of reckless, boundary-destroying surrender neither can resist. A dark, taboo romance of forbidden hunger and total devotion.