I was sitting at my computer writing up a story sent to me by a reader, I've being getting a few of late, more would be nice. Anyhow there I was when the front door bell went. Shit the last thing I needed tonight was company, I thought.
A story in the Future World Universe
Seeing my brother, I discover a beautiful woman who, it turns out, was synthetic. I go to see my mother and demand an explanation; I get my own synth to play with.
two sisters get reunited on the younger sister's birthday and develop a crush on each other. They later find secrets about their mother and seduce her to join
Diaries and correspondence supplement the chronicle of a young man's summer as he initiates his young cousins, their friend and a schoolteacher by gentle punishment and deception.
All rooms were fitted with linked smoke and IR motions sensors and I had some key positions fitted with built in CCTV cameras, all wired back to Dad's old ground floor study, now of course mine. I didn't plan it at the time but these cameras were great for spying on my two sisters. Both my sister's rooms had cameras built inside the IR motion detectors that would only turned on when there was movement.
One reader said he had his hair cut by his sister when she was topless. A few have asked me to expand on these memories but in truth there's not a lot more I can say, but here goes.
It could all be so funny if it hadn't been so serious, my wife of three years was naked on the floor with a stranger pounding between her legs. Not only that two others were waiting for their turn.