Suppose that two years ago, you made a fateful decision that ended well for you and your sister. Suppose that your alternate-universe-self chickened out in the clutch, losing the sexual relationship with Katie that he'd always craved. Would you offer your alternate self an opportunity to rectify that mistake, even if done unwittingly? Even if it meant sacrificing your last two years of happiness?
Maggie has her niece Kellie, and twin niece and nephew for two weeks. Cody's made everyone's life miserable since they arrived midweek. Something different is about to unfold in Maggie's backyard pool, Saturday morning, however; something no one could anticipate, or stop. It leaves Maggie and her niece's naked and confused the rest of the day; Cody, simply confused. Throw Maggie's neighbor's son Henry into the mix, and anything can happen.
It's a new world, where only roughly one in a hundred of the opposite sex can give you an orgasm. You need one every month or so or you'll start feeling really bad. Times are good for those who make a great many of the other sex happy, not so good for the ones who have trouble finding any partner at all.
It's entirely fair to call this story's main characters Dr. Rollins and Dr. Warren "mad scientists." One invented healthy cigarettes, and the other enhances anal sex surgically. If smoking or butt sex bother you at all, please read something else.
Inspired by the Greek myth. I'm not sure how to catagorize this one - one friend called it fantasy, another called it horror. If anyone has any useful ideas, please feel free to comment.
Faye starts out her Monday morning missing all of her bras. She suspects her brother of mischief, only to discover that she's got a lot more to worry about than her missing bras. A whole lot more. She won't be going to school today, after all. And it's not aliens.
A story about intolerance. Be advised that the "sex" described in this story is leech sex, different from normal sex, AND that this story is an allegory with an important moral.