A boy is asked to play the piano while his teacher practices her dance. Soon he's getting a lesson in another art. (Celeste's score: 10, 10, 10. "This is an exceptionally well-written story. The description and integration with the musical theme was so well done that I practically came just reading about the dance scenario ... The actual sex was even more vivid. I strongly recommend this story!")
A Story in the The Construct Universe
Cheryl is going to two schools, her regular one, and Claiborne, which is accessible only through The Construct, and seems to be programmed by her subconscious desires.
She came home for four days.
Her little brother isn’t little anymore and she notices.
She doesn’t ask permission. She takes.
She edges him until he’s shaking. Uses his mouth. Keeps him hard and denied while their parents are at home. Every time he begs, she makes him wait longer.
By the time the weekend ends, he’s learned exactly who he belongs to.
Some homecomings change you.
This one ruins you.
The neon sign buzzed against the darkening sky, casting a pink glow across the parking lot. My wife, Gayle, adjusted her tube-top in the passenger mirror, the thin fabric stretching across her chest, her large nipples pressing visibly against the near-transparent material. Her terrycloth shorts rode high on her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the curve of her ass. It was the eighties, and we were young and free and oh so horny.
Uncle Bob was her favorite man, so when he invited her to go to his beach house for the weekend she jumped at the chance. He had always bought her bikinis to wear at the beach and she knew it was because he wanted to see her body. That was okay, because she loved the look in his eyes when they raked over her. This time the bikini was so small she said she might as well be naked. He said his beach was private and they could skinny dip if they wanted to. That wasn’t the last thing he suggested.