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.
When Hetty headed out west to join her husband, she could imagine many dangers. But somehow she'd never believed bandits might waylay her stagecoach. When they do, she's forced to make some impossible decisions. And the choices she makes will change her life forever.
This is my first father/daughter story. I normally don't write these types of stories but I thought I'd give it a try. A daughter learns to love her stepfather.
Six men and women get together for drinks and dinner on a Wednesday. It becomes a regular thing, and the friendships they develop bring them into one loving family.
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.