It was a Saturday and my parents were away visiting friends. It was just Beth and me. I was in the living room watching TV. I looked down the hallway and saw my sister coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.
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I was nineteen at the time and still living with my Mom. To be honest, I don’t know who my father is. You might say that my mother likes to sleep around. I asked one time who my Dad might be.
My Mom sheepishly said she wasn’t sure. My mother tends to have lots of men fucking her. They hang around long enough to get a piece of ass and then they vanish.
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I stumbled from the car, catching my foot on the curb and almost face-planting into the concrete sidewalk. I only saved myself from severe facial injuries by grabbing the mailbox.
The wooden post creaked as it flexed under my weight. It was a good call to leave my car downtown, even if it would be another $40 that I did not have, to get it in the morning.
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It was Dee’s turn to target someone, and she was resolved to get Bella involved in the game at last.
“Truth or dare?” Dee asked, staring down Bella like a lioness stalking her prey.
“Truth,” Bella answered, with a quivering voice, unsure if it was the right choice.
“Did you wear such a sheer shirt because you wanted Bobby to see your nipples?”
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“Grab my breasts, Bobby. Pinch my nipples.”
I always prided myself on my ability to take orders, especially in the bedroom. Some guys needed to be in charge, but I was more comfortable doing what I was told. Obeying her command, I sat up, trying not to shift my cock as Ashley continued to ride me.
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My heart swelled with pride when I saw the kids’ car in the driveway. I never expected to be a father, let alone a father of twin high school seniors. But here I am, eighteen years later and they were almost ready to go out on their own. Fuck I was going to miss them. In just a few months, I was going to be an empty nester. Crazy. I hated the very thought of it.
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Vijay came with his family to stay at his parents’ house in the smallish town outside the city of Madurai in South India where he grew up. His father had requested him to help in the repairs being made to the house, and Vijay, along with his wife and three year old son, soon settled in the ancestral home.
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Then she straightened and reached out to a pile of clothes next to her and shook out a white bra. With swift movements and practiced ease, she untied the petticoat from around her chest, dropped it a few inches onto her chest, and in a split second had her breasts covered by the front of her bra.
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She was sure Vijay would go to his sister that night and she lay awake in bed, waiting for the slightest sound to indicate that that indeed was happening. She was acutely aware of the slightest sound. And sure enough she heard the softest of soft footsteps from Vijay.
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Growing up, my mother was my best friend. She was a hippie, during the high years of hippies, in the land famous for hippies. That probably told you everything about her. And she was everything one would expect from a hippie–that’s what her friends told me–but she put her hippie years on pause when she got pregnant with me at sixteen. Yes, I said ‘pause’, and not ‘stop’.
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