My version of another story's plot idea, wherein events require that Bobby shares his bedroom for a while with his little sister. It works out much better than they thought it would, and a heck of a lot better than it probably would in real life.
A son comes home for the holidays to find his mother recovering from a stroke. He is startled by her child like behavior and lack of inhibitions. He quickly discovers the effects of the stroke have opened new vistas for all of them
Back in 1984 Dave met Marie at a frat party, a place she wouldn't be caught dead in. He followed her around campus until she decided to call his bluff and invite him to a punk show, a place she assumed he wouldn't be caught dead in. She was wrong. This is only a tiny part of their story.
Now understand, I don't go around kissing my sister, at least not like that. This was not a sisterly peck, but a full on, wet, bit of tongue kiss. A heated kiss. Why the kiss? Well, I have to start at the beginning... -- This is a story of my sister and I sharing a romantic moment. Ok, fucking. Teenagers and incest. Read on!
An English professor marries a younger instructor later in life. He gains a stepdaughter that he learns may be his own daughter. As he learns to live with them both, he also learns about himself. This is a journey of discovery, played out in a small, but stimulating, world.
A beautiful young teen teases and explores what it's like to have the kind of sex she has always dreamed of. Her fantasies with her neighbor are fill over the summer of her 14th year