Sister Stories

An Uncle Bob Story
Chrissy's new job in her Uncle's hot springs spas get's her the perk of using the spa after hours, when nobody's there. Well... almost nobody. It turns out there are a few other perks as well, and one of them is her Uncle Bob / (Reviews)

An Uncle Bob Story
Chrissy wants her uncle to teach her how to do the massages her mother raves about. She watches him do one, but wants to know what it feels like too. She gets rubbed everywhere and things heat up even more when she and her brother see another kind of massage her uncle and their mother are doing. / (Reviews)

When the world was new the First Man looked upon the First Woman and saw that she was fair. The world was barren and without life and he longed for beauty around him to equal her own. He called to the woman and asked her to lie with him that she might bear him children to cultivate the earth. But she laughed and ran away... He chased her through the long days and nights until at last he caught her, and piercing her with his fleshy spear, planted the first child in her belly.

Jeff is a successful entrepreneur. Over the years he built up his electronics business to a small chain or retail outlets. He had two failed marriages and accepted his employees as his family. Somehow his prostrate condition slipped through the cracks. Facing death, he goes back to his roots and the pain he endured in his dysfunctional family. Fate wants to deal him a second hand in life. / (Reviews)

His widowed mother and her sister ran a dry goods store in 1870. His sister helped out and he did odd jobs to make a little cash. A group of cowboys tried to rape his aunt, and they killed the sheriff when he tried to arrest them. So Bobby put on the sheriff's badge and went after the miscreants. They should have surrendered peaceably. But they didn't.

Two damaged souls, mending together, just the way nature intended...over coffee. Read the endnote for explanations and apologies. Otherwise, as always, enjoy!

My sister asked me to help her pick out a dress to make her look sexy for her date. I told her she didn't need to BE sexy. She insisted. I told her she was already sexy. She still insisted. So I said I'd help her pick out a dress. I thought she'd change in the bathroom, but she changed right in front of me. Pretty soon there was incontrovertible proof that I thought she was already sexy. It was embarrassing. Then she wanted to SEE the proof and things just got weirder from there.