Stepdaughter-to-be

I stopped and took a breath, my fingers gently curled under the elastic waistband of her sheer boy-short cut panties. Trying not just to merely remember, but to burn this into my brain in case[…]

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The vacation

My name is Roger, and I grew up in central California with my mom Karen and dad Charles, year and a half older sister Susan, and three year younger brother Scott. Dad was in real[…]

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Driven

Charlotte stepped off the streetcar and onto the curb Friday morning. She inhaled deeply as she stood on the sidewalk. It was just the start of the day, yet the air was already warm. The[…]

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New roommate 6

The tension between Nate and I had grown over the past few weeks, to the point that Kevin and Paul both struggled to to talk to us when we are in a room together. It[…]

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Autumn ii

“I want you to stop being so difficult,” my mom screamed at me as she held my face so fiercely in her hand that I could feel my teeth cutting into the sides of my[…]

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My sisters….

My life wasn’t ideal for any 13 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother[…]

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