"Cliff, you said you would," Mom complained. "It has to be brushed out tonight or it won't be right for tomorrow." Mom shook her heavy mane of hair, the red highlights glinting against the background of her rich brown locks. "I know, Emily," Dad acknowledged, "but I have to get this done for tomorrow morning." Dad waved the papers in his hand at Mom, finishing with a sweeping gesture toward the stack occupying the coffee table in front of him. "Bill had to go to LA and this got dumped on me. I can't help it." "That's just great. You know what my hair is like. I'll look like a flathead, a… 続きを読む

Long, lean fingers trailed across my neck as beads of sweat began to run down my back. My thighs began to tense up in preparation for the explosion of tingles that would start at my swollen clit and spread through my body. My little pink nipples stretched out further begging for his lips to find them. As I looked down a body, sinewy yet thick, began to form. Blue eyes that had flecks of steal grey looked back at me before narrowing as a moan of satisfaction passed his lips. The face began to take form and became a familiar shape. My eyelids popped open as my heart gave an odd lurch. My… 続きを読む

I stood in front of the refrigerator with the door wide open. I wasn't really hungry but I was sweating and hot. Grabbing the carton of orange juice I closed the door behind me and drank straight from the carton. "Mom would kill you if she saw you do that!" I turned around to see my four year younger brother, Chris, behind me. At barely 18 he stood just over 6 foot tall with a muscular frame. He had wavy brown hair and crazy wild blue eyes. I always marveled at how his eyes changed with his mood and they were like a wild blue ocean today. "Well Mom isn't here now is she," I said sar… 続きを読む