Sister Stories

My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.

Emma Wilson had built an empire on the unshakeable foundation of her own desirability. She was a goddess, and every man was a willing worshipper. But one person challenged her, Noah her fat, ugly, worthless son, the boy she cast aside

"And a very nice and generous brother you are, too," she said advancing towards me. "And the only way I can thank you properly is to make it nice for you. Just put it between here."

A boy learns how to have sex from his mother and father when the pubescent prehistoric male comes into his own. His sister learns what her purpose is as well.