Sister Stories

Ashley's spring haiku sums it up: Weeds, like wild sex, Not in beds, but anywhere, Still stir sex senses. Illustrated

A story in WriterMick's the The Children's Table Universe
The family flew to Charleston so my parents and my Uncle and Aunt could take a cruise for Labor Day. They got a big suite to share but doubted they would leave the suite and turn the weekend into a fuckfest. My sister and our twin cousins thought the same thing as we stayed in the house while the parents were gone.

When a plague kills all men, the last hope for humanity is 100,000 boys still in utero. This is one of those boys' story.

The explicit content may not be suitable for all readers, so please proceed with caution. The focus of the story is on exploring themes of intimacy and desire in a raw and unfiltered way. This story is not part of The Adventures of Tim Bodge. I used the names because I am familiar with them. This story deals with a large amount of sex. In fact, 90% is sex. If you read it, enjoy. If it is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip this one.

On their way to a family gathering, a brother and sister are caught in a snowstorm and have to stop for the night. The only available hotel room has just one double bed, and they don't have any pajamas. Before long, they are calling room service and asking for condoms