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New Release: On the Road with the Futa Brat

They’re baring it all in the fast lane…

College is out for the summer and Jay is ready to take the long drive home, but this year he has an unexpected guest. Lilah is a flirtatious brat, and though their parents have been together for years, the two don’t know anything about each other.

While Jay is no stranger to getting his hands dirty, the phrase takes a on a new meaning after he finds makes a mouth-watering discovery about the college co-ed sitting in the passenger seat.

Jay and Lilah are going to learn a lot more about each other than just their favorite foods, and it’s all going to come to a head on the side of the road, with their pants around their ankles, and a whole lot of truckers honking their horns in approval.

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“Ten years later, the princess finally finds her way to the ball,” I muttered as Lilah finally threw her suitcase in the trunk.

I peered into the rear view mirror and found her chatting away on her phone, as if she had forgotten that I had been sitting here waiting for her.

Around us, our fellow college students milled about the campus with a laziness that was well deserved for the post-finals crowd. Our university was out for the summer, but for a while it felt like we were going to be sitting in lecture halls for the rest of our lives. It was good to feel the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair again.

Lilah strutted up to the passenger side door and climbed into my car. She gave her face a quick once-over in the side-view mirror, brushing stray hairs back into place. Despite the nature of our relationship, I couldn’t help but ogle at her choice of outfit. She was dressed in a sinfully short skirt with a low-cut pink v-neck. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I almost forgot how frustrated I was with her. Almost.

“We both know what you’re going to say,” she said, “so why don’t we skip the argument and fast-forward to the part where you accept my apology?”

I bristled.

“Lilah, I’ve been waiting here for over an hour,” I replied as I turned the key in the ignition. “We can forget about beating traffic now. What the hell was so important that you couldn’t be out here on time?”

“We’re spending the next three days cooped up in your car without anyone else to talk to.” She crossed her legs and waved to one of her bimbo friends as they walked in front of the car. “Is this really how you want to start out our road trip?”

I cursed under my breath. I wasn’t about to say it out loud, but Lilah was right. And to think I was so close to not dealing with this. My original plan consisted of making the trip to the West Coast by myself. It was going to be me, miles of open highway, and the best (worst) truck stop food America had to offer. I even entertained the thought of stopping in Vegas for a day. But then Mom had the bright idea of having me bring my stepdad’s daughter back home, too. I tried to protest–I mean, I barely knew this girl–but she said Lilah and I would “probably make great friends.”

We left campus behind us, the buildings slowly disappearing from sight. As we approached the entrance to the freeway, I let out a heavy sigh. The line of sitting cars stretched as far as the eye could see.

I gave Lilah a quick glance, but she wasn’t even looking at me. Her arms were crossed, and she was staring out her window. There wasn’t much to look at besides the familiar mountains that lined our horizon, but I would still miss seeing them. And that’s coming from someone who grew up in a city full of beaches.

Lilah had made herself at home in my car, having leaned the car seat back slightly and kicked off her shoes. A pair of socks that matched her shirt covered her legs from the knees down. The way she was sitting, I was sure that if I just leaned forward a little more, I would have been able to see up her skirt…

I forced my attention back to the road in front of us. Not that we had moved, because traffic was going at a pace that would have been outrun by molasses, but because if I kept indulging my dick, she would have caught me checking her out.

“Are you mad?”

The genuine concern in her voice surprised me. If she was faking it, then I fell for it. I shook my head, feeling a little silly now that university was so far behind us.

“No, I guess not.”

Another pause followed, punctuated only by the occasional car horn.

“In that case, I’m sorry, Jay,” she said. “I guess.”

She still hadn’t looked at me. I knew that she was the one apologizing, but it felt like I was the one who was trying to make right with her.

“Okay. Thanks.” Still no answer. “Apology accepted.”

The change was instantaneous. She turned to me and flashed me a smile people would fight wars over.

“There it is,” she chuckled, reaching for the radio. “Now let’s get some music going. I was afraid we were going to drive for three days in awkward silence.”

I had to laugh, and this time I really did have to force my eyes back to the road. I was about to rear-end a truck because I was getting lost in my stepsister’s eyes.

 

Lilah’s laugh filled the small space of the car and still rang in my ears long after it was gone.

“But seriously though, they must have been screwing each other’s brains out every other day now that we’re out of the house.”

I faked a vomiting sound. “I do not want to think about my mother having sex with your dad, okay? My sex drive is already in enough trouble as it is. I don’t want to kill it outright.”

“Uh-oh, ‘in trouble’? What does that mean? Are you having a dry spell or something?”

I gave her a look. Although to be fair, I was taking every excuse to look in her direction throughout the drive. She was laying on her side now, resting her face on her elbow and successfully walking the fine line between cute and sexy. I felt a little weird about checking her out like this, but like she said, it was just going to be the two of us over the next couple of days. When we get to California, we’ll go hang out with our respective friends and never have to interact with each other again. At least not until the drive back to our university. But that was a problem for my future self.

“I wouldn’t call it a dry spell,” I said, trying to veer off this line of conversation but knowing I had dug myself into a hole.

“That’s what they all say,” she quipped. She giggled again. Her shirt wasn’t tight, but it hugged her body just enough that I guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Every time I looked over, I hoped I was going to see the outline of a nipple. Maybe if I turned up the A/C?

I shrugged. “It’s more of a choice. Really. Relationships demand so much time and attention, as I’m sure you know, and I don’t want any of the drama to get in the way of school. The college years are supposed to be the prime time for getting in and out of relationships, but I just don’t have the time. I don’t know, maybe I’ll sign up for a dating site after I graduate.”

“You know what’s worse is if all your friends ever talk about is their relationship problems. My friend, Jodie, that’s who I was on the phone with earlier, she just obsesses about every little thing her boyfriend does. ‘Does this mean he’s into me?’ ‘Does this mean he’s not into me?’ And then she turns around and asks me why I’m not dating anyone.”

I laughed. I was surprised to find that Lilah wasn’t seeing anyone, but a part of me, I admit, was relieved.

“You know, what we should do is pretend we’re dating each other. That way, we get all of the social benefits without any of the baggage. It’s not like anyone knows we’re step-siblings.” She asked another question before I could respond to that. “What are you in for, anyway?”

“Computer science,” I said. “And if you think that makes me a nerd, then you would be right. How about you?”

I assumed that she was taking Education or Art, but when she actually told me, I was glad I bit my tongue.

“Chemistry,” she proclaimed, like she was announcing the title of a movie. “But we don’t have to talk about school, Jay, we just finished that. I don’t have to think about Planck’s constant or fucking stoichiometry for two whole months. And you don’t have to think about… computer science concepts.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

We drove on in silence for a while, enjoying the stretch of highway. We had gone past city limits, and there weren’t any buildings taller than one story as far as the eye could see. It’s one of the things I love about living in the western part of the country. I had tuned the radio to the first classic rock station I could find after we lost the signal from the last one, much to Lilah’s chagrin, but it was only picking up static now. The soft buzz was almost as hypnotic as the yellow lines on the road. This was my favorite part of the drive. It wasn’t long before Lilah yawned.

“For the record,” she said, a sleepy drawl in her words, “I’m single by choice, too. Wake me up when we get somewhere interesting, Jay.”

 

Do you know what’s sexier than a naked woman? A woman with just enough clothes on. That’s why strippers still exist when you could just hire an escort. That’s why men fall in love with their favorite actresses when they could just watch porn. I think it’s because the clothes represent a kind of unattainability. Like we can follow these girls on social media and watch all of their movies, and squint during all of their sex scenes, but we’ll never really get them. But we can try. And that kind of challenge wakes the little caveman in our heads. Me see woman. Me can’t have woman. Me want woman. Me make overture of emotion and hope me not fail. I wonder if the caveman knows when it’s not supposed to be thinking these thoughts. Then again, it probably doesn’t care. Friend’s girlfriend, distant cousin, or hell, even your stepsister–it didn’t matter. An erection is like the sun. No matter how long the night is, it’s going to come up eventually.

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New Release: Camping with My Futa Stepmother

Letting their wild sides take over…

Thomas’s dad might have had to cancel on the pair’s annual camping trip, but that doesn’t mean he’s pitching a tent in the forest alone. Coming with the college stud is his dad’s new wife Dee, a sexy MILF born out of the Summer of Love.

A new camping partner and a new campsite won’t be the only changes Thomas will experience on this trip. Thanks to the strange, eldritch magic of the deep forest, Dee will be undergoing a transformation herself complete with its own long and thick surprise.

Now, in order to set things right, the both of them will have to open up and give in to their carnal desires. One thing’s for certain: Thomas’s first time is going to be a rough and wild time.

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I woke up with a start and found myself going seventy miles per hour on the highway.

“Sorry Tommy, I think that was a pothole.”

I turned in my seat, groggy from being forced out of sleep so quickly. It was in the middle of the dog days of summer, and I was home from college for me and my dad’s annual camping trip. He and I have been taking this trip as long as I could remember, and the only things that changed about it were our ages. We’d drive his beat-up truck out to the same old forest. We’d hike out to the same old campsite. And we’d fish and swim in the same old lake. I was happy to spend time with my old man, and I always looked forward to camping with him every year.

Except this year, I wasn’t in dad’s truck and he wasn’t the one driving. Instead, I was on a trip alone with Dee, who was piloting her sports car towards terrain it was not meant to tread. Dee was my dad’s new wife, who he had met while I was away earning my degree in Business. My dad had to cancel on the trip this year because he’d fallen sick, but he insisted that Dee and I still go. So we could “get to know each other.”

“Are we there yet?” I asked, peering at my surroundings. I couldn’t recognize a thing.

Dee angled her GPS toward her face and squinted at the display. In another time, another world, I would have been attracted to her. For an older woman, she had a tight body and a wavy mane that always looked untamed. She liked wearing revealing clothing, which I could appreciate as a red-blooded man, but made me uncomfortable as my dad’s son. Today’s get-up with a long, flowing skirt paired with a flower-print halter top.

“Um, it looks like we’re almost there.”

“I knew I should have drove.” I pointed to the trees whizzing by my window. “Hell, even I don’t recognize where we are, and I’ve been on this drive over a dozen times.”

“You were up all night traveling, I wasn’t about to make you our chauffeur.” She scratched her head as she gave me an apologetic smile. “Well, we could always find another campsite, right? A new adventure, what do you say?”

When she smiled at me, I could see more of what attracted my dad to Dee in the first place. The way her hair bounced over her face was almost sexy, and I had to look away from her.

“Sure,” I said, trying to shake these thoughts I was having towards my stepmother.

It wasn’t like I was desperate enough to chase after her. I was just going through a dry spell at the moment. Yeah, that was it.

“Hey,” I heard her say, a tenderness in her voice that broke my heart and warmed my groin, “I know this trip is all about you and your dad. And I don’t want to take away from that. This will always be your thing. But we should see this as an opportunity. We don’t know very much about each other. We’ve barely talked. What else are we going to do out here, right? And hey, I’m sure a handsome guy like you has a ton of stories from college.”

My cheeks burned bright red. I was glad I wasn’t looking directly at her.

“You’re right,” I conceded, giving her a quick smile as I said it. As far as I was concerned, the faster we got through the weekend, the better.

She placed her hand on the back of my neck, saying, “It’s a date, then.”

It turned out that Dee drove past the first exit we were supposed to take, which led to where my dad would usually park the car. Since it was too late to turn around, and we needed to find a campsite and get everything set up before dark, I decided to press forward. We were going to be deeper into the forest than I was used to, but as long as we could find somewhere to fish, maybe it wasn’t going to be all that bad.

As soon as we parked, I made sure I had all of the gear we would need: tents, sleeping bags, fishing poles, the tarp, the map, flashlights, and so on. I turned to ask Dee if she needed help carrying anything, and I was surprised to find her pulling a cold six-pack out of the cooler.

“Wanna shotgun one for the road?” She offered me a can, a mischievous smile on her face. “I figured, you know, what else are we supposed to do while we’re camping?”

I stood in stunned silence before shrugging.

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

While we were gulping down our beers, our eyes met and we both burst out into laughter. After washing the sticky beer off our chins, we set off on the trial together.

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t going to be all that bad.

 

“Hippies?”

“Yep. My parents told me my name was going to be Sunflower originally.”

“What happened?”

“They sobered up.”

Dee walked ahead of me on the trail. She didn’t look out of place out here in the middle of the woods like I thought she was going to. She hadn’t even broken a sweat, and we were hiking uphill. I tried my best not to check out her ass, but it was right in front of me, and it looked like it belonged on a woman half her age. My dad certainly knew how to pick them.

As Dee’s legs carried her farther up the mountain, the top she was wearing raised somewhat. I spotted what I thought was a bruise at first on her lower back. I squinted and I was able to make out what looked like some sort of tribal design, something with a lot of circles and points that fanned out into two wings. My eyes widened as I realized that my stepmother had a tramp stamp. I couldn’t wait to hear the story about that.

I forced my gaze off of her and took in the surroundings. The trees were thicker here compared to the usual spot. Less sunlight was able to break through the leaves which meant there were more shadows playing on the tree trunks. It was quiet save for the occasional bird call, and it felt as if time forgot all about this place. Too quiet for my liking.

“So,” I said, clearing my throat, “does that mean you’re a hippie, too?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Tommy,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me with joke in her eyes. “Are you half-mechanic just because that’s what your father does?”

I shrugged. “Kind of. He taught me a lot about working on cars while I was growing up. I’m nowhere near as good as him with a socket wrench, but if you need someone to pop a dent back into place, I’m your man.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Dee said.

She stopped hiking and leaned against a tree, throwing her head back to catch some of the sunlight on her face. She was beautiful in that moment, and if I had any less self-control, I would have wrapped my arms around her and started planting kisses all over her bare skin.

“Seriously, though,” I said, trying to steer myself out of my own perverted thoughts, “are you all about the tie-dye and the Grateful Dead?”

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. Her head cocked to one side and she pouted in thought.

“That’s not all hippie culture was, if you heard my parents talk about it. But that was their life. As for me, I don’t really do the whole Free Love thing. This is actually kind of embarrassing, but there was a part of me that was half-hippie back in high school and college and that half was really promiscuous. I really got around.”

She blushed, as if she just realized what she admitted to me.

“I hope you don’t think any less of me. I swear that was a past self, and not the woman who’s with your father today.”

“Of course not,” I said without any hesitation. “Thank you for telling me. To be honest, look at you. I would be surprised if men weren’t climbing over each other trying to be with you.”

She stood there, searching my face. I couldn’t find any more words to say. I felt like I had already said too much, but it felt like the deeper we got into the forest, the more it was okay to openly flirt with Dee.

She stepped over and kissed my forehead. As her lips left my skin, my own lips parted, wanting her touch.

“You’re sweet, Tommy, you know that?” She walked on ahead of me. “Well, that campsite’s not going to find itself!”

We eventually made it to the top of the hill, where I found a nice clearing where I could pitch the tent and still have plenty of space left over for the campfire. Directly in front of us was a small lake, and beyond that the hills reached their highest point. The lake trickled off into a river that led back down the way we came. It was nice and secluded, and it reminded me what I loved about camping in the first place.

I took care of setting everything up for both of us, which impressed Dee. She put her feet up on a tree stump as I fished up something for us to eat, and we talked about how college had been treating me so far: the finals, the parties, and yes, even the dry spell. She found the last part hard to believe. I wasn’t sure if she was flirting back with me or if she was just trying to be motherly.

A pang of guilt hit me as the image of my dad flashed in my mind. I couldn’t do this to him.

After a dinner of potatoes and fresh fish, I curled up in my sleeping bad as far as I could away from hers in our little tent, and waited for sleep to come.

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New Release: Unzipping the Brat’s Secret

A Spring Break to remember…

The last thing Sam wants to do is spend another vacation bar-hopping with his best friend. He knows the women at the bars don’t have what he’s looking for because he’s into ladies who are carrying something a little extra. So, he takes matters into his own hands.

But Sam’s not home alone. Trisha’s home from college too, and although they’ve been close ever since his mother married her father, this is a secret that he has to keep to himself. The sexy coed already gives him enough funny feelings.

It turns out that Trisha is hiding a very big secret of her own, just waiting to be uncovered. Trisha might be everything that Sam has ever wanted, but can he open himself up for her?

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“How about Beach Club 7? If we’re not drowning in the pussay, then at least they have a karaoke machine.”

“It’s almost like you don’t want us to ever attract women again, William.”

My best friend, William, had his heart in the right place, but I couldn’t tell him the truth about why I didn’t want to go bar hopping that weekend. Although his insistence on calling it ‘pussay,’ like it was going to catch on, wasn’t really helping. I was in my room and already dressed down for bed, so there was no way I was going out now, Friday or not.

“Come on, Sam. This is prime time we’re talking about here. Your parents are away, it’s Spring Break–do I need to spell it out for you, bro? The only reason anyone is going to be out this weekend is to start the week off right. And the best way to do that is a little horizontal naked time, you know what I’m saying?”

I removed an ear bud. It didn’t matter if we were talking in person, or through voice chat like we were that night. Whenever Sam got excited, the volume of his voice sky-rocketed. I droned out his begging as I continued to scroll down the never-ending list of t-girl escort ads. I didn’t know how I was going to choose. I was looking for someone who was drop-dead gorgeous, but she also had to have a giant cock. High standards, I know.

I remember the first porn I watched with a t-girl. I watched her play with her cock (which was bigger than mine), and I was shocked to find my mouth watering. It’s not like I’ve ever sucked dick before. Hell, I don’t even think I’d be any good at it.

If Sam knew how much shemale porn I’d been watching recently, much less considering spending money to have sex with a “chick with a dick,” I’d never live it down. Then again, maybe he’d stop trying to get me to be his wingman. Choices, choices.

“Look,” I murmured into my microphone, “my house isn’t completely empty, anyway. Trisha’s home for break too, you know. Our colleges are on the same schedule, remember?”

“Aw shit, Trisha’s home? Dude, when can I come over? She say anything about a boyfriend yet?”

“William, you’re my best friend and I’d take a bullet for you, but you’re not putting the moves on my stepdad’s daughter. That’s weird, man.”

“Why the hell not? Do you want her for yourself?”

I rolled my eyes. Trisha was an attractive woman. That much was true. But I would have to cross many lines before going for Trisha. Of course I say that, but there I was, clicking through pages of escort ads.

“Don’t even–”

My words stuck in my throat. I had just clicked on an ad that said, “In town for one week only! Don’t miss your chance to be with the best!” The ad had pictures, and in an instant I knew I had found who I was looking for. She had a firm, athletic body with an ass to match, and a bulge in her panties that made me bite my lip. She had a lacy pair of bra and panties that didn’t leave very much to the imagination. The pictures didn’t show her face, but they showed enough to reveal that she was blonde and had one hell of a smile. Her name was Misty, and I decided that this weekend, she was going to be mine.

“Don’t even what? Sam? You still there, man?”

“Uh, sorry Will. I think I dozed off. Hey, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright? Good luck tonight, if you go out.”

“Lame. Alright, but you don’t know what you’re missing.”

I traded e-mails with Misty for the rest of the night. I think I told her too much. That it was would be my first time with someone like her, that I had never done this kind of thing before, that her body was smoking hot… She thought my nervousness was cute. She said we could meet in a public place beforehand, so I suggested the park. I bit the bullet and asked to see her tomorrow. And she was available, ladies and gentlemen. By the time I sent the last e-mail, my hands were shaking. Was I really about to do this?

When I climbed into bed I was rock hard with anticipation. I shook my head. There was no arguing with my boner. I fell asleep without touching myself at all, which was no small feat considering everything I was imagining doing with Misty. But I wanted to save up a big load just for her.

I woke up early the next morning, as excited as my morning wood. The kitchen welcomed me with the delectable aroma of a home-cooked breakfast. I found Trisha buzzing around the kitchen like she was hopped up on seven different kinds of caffeine. She only had a tank top and a pair of short shorts on. It was weird to think that we were the same age. If her father had never met my mother, then I might have one day met her and possibly even asked her out. Not that I would have had a snowball’s chance in hell. Trisha was out of my league. At least she was nice to me.

I caught myself staring at her legs as stepped up on her tip-toes to grab the baking powder off the top shelf. The shame that I felt immediately melted when she noticed me and sent her trademark perkiness my way.

“Mornin’, Sam,” she said, cracking an egg into what I guessed was pancake mix. “I didn’t hear you come in. So what, were you just going to stand there watching me make breakfast or are you going to come over and help me?”

“Er, her Trisha,” I stammered. “No, sorry about that, I’ll help you. I guess I’m still trying to wake up.”

“Perfect. You take this and mix it until it’s only slightly lumpy. I’ve got bacon in the oven, and while you play catch up, I’m going to scramble some eggs.”

I looked into the bowl she handed me. Inside was a miniature mountain range made out of flour, encircling a lake of egg and melted butter.

As I mixed, my mind drifted to today’s meeting with Misty. I wondered what she looked like. I wondered what she would be wearing when we met at the park. Most importantly, I wondered how big she was when she got hard. Again, I found my mouth watering, and this time it wasn’t from the smell of artery-clogging bacon sizzling in the oven. One thing was for certain: any arteries I had below the waist were anything but clogged. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of taking Misty’s cock in my mouth.

I drew closer to the counter immediately aware of how close Trisha was behind me. I tried to think of anything else, but the more I tried to force the thoughts away, the harder I got. It was almost like I wanted her to see me like this.

“Earth to Sam. Earth to Sam. Hello? Are you alright?”

“What?” The bowl jostled in my arms as I was shaken out of my daydreams. Trisha laughed.

“I said, ‘How are those pancakes coming along?’ Sam, you really need a better sleep schedule. You shouldn’t be staying up all night.”

I looked down. The pancake mix was smoother than a pornstar’s pussy. She stepped over when I couldn’t answer, and saw it for herself.

“Well, they’re not going to be perfect, but thanks anyway.”

Trisha stood there for a moment, smiling at me. If I had turned my body just a little bit towards her, not only would she have seen my morning wood. She would have felt it. The shame of having that thought starting to bring the color to my cheeks. Thankfully, she took the bowl from me and stepped back to the stove before she could see me blush.

“Take a seat. I’ll be done here in fifteen, and we can have breakfast together.”

I learned that morning that Trisha was a great cook. After I took the first delicious bite, I realized how hungry I was. I was just going to throw some butter on toast and run out the door, but I could still make it to see Misty on time. Even though I didn’t want to do anything but shovel the food down my throat, I still felt self-conscious being a pig around Trisha. I tried to find conversation to slow my roll.

“Hey, how’d you know I was up all night anyway, if you weren’t up all night yourself?”

She tilted her head in thought before answering. “Oh, I needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I saw the blue glow under your door.”

“Oh.”

We continued to eat in silence. I didn’t know what else to say. I had to get to the park soon. Otherwise, I’d be late for my meeting with Misty. I thought we were going to finish breakfast in awkward silence before Trisha spoke up.

“So, any plans today, Sam?”

I looked into her eyes with a mouth full of half-chewed pancakes. She had a look on her face that I couldn’t read.

“Just, uh, going to the park. I think I’m going to go for a walk or something. No big deal.” I swallowed. “How about you?”

“Actually a trip to the park sounds fun. I can’t let this beautiful day go to waste. I’ll go with you.”

I couldn’t convince Trisha not to go to the park with me. And believe me, I tried.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as I possibly could. “I mean, I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone, and I don’t want you to get bored waiting or anything.”

“It’s okay,” she said, “I’m reading a novel and I could always just take a nap in the grass or something if I get tired of that.”

By the tone in her voice, I knew it was a done deal. But I had to try anyway. Taking your stepsister with you to the same place you were meeting an escort was a whole new level of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re not too busy to go, Trisha?”

“Sam, it’s Spring Break. Besides, we don’t spend enough time together as it is.”

And that was that.

I formulated a plan during the car ride over. I was going to leave the car at the opposite end of the park where Misty and I decided to meet. I would have to run the long way around to get to the meeting place, but it would be worth it to make the lie that much more convincing. That way, even if Trisha decided to take a walk and found Misty and I sitting on the park bench, I could just tell her I ran into a friend during my run. I felt like giving myself an award.

“Have a great run,” I heard her call out as I left her behind. In my haste, I only waved back.

The second that I was out of her line of sight, I took out my phone and sent Misty an apology for being late. I told her that I was making my way to the bench. As I ran, I kept looking down at my phone, but Misty didn’t message me back. Had she forgotten about our meeting? Maybe she replaced me with someone else. My run slowed into a slump as I arrived at the meeting place.

It was the only park bench on the northern side of the park sitting in the shadow of a huge tree. No one was sitting in it. Maybe I was messaged her too late. I cursed myself as I threw my ass onto the seat. It looked like I wasn’t going to fulfill any fantasies today. I kicked at the dirt in frustration. It was dumb of me to try something like this. I had let the little head take over for the big head yet again. I imagined that that night I was going to sit in front of the laptop screen again, with my cock in my hand. And not someone else’s cock.

That’s when I heard her voice.

“There you are.”

I nearly fell out of the bench in my effort to turn around.

“I thought you weren’t–”

I bit back the rest of my sentence. Behind me, in her tank top and her short shorts, was Trisha. My stepsister. My brain shut off, but my mouth kept running, bless its little heart.

“Trisha, hey! I thought you were reading. I think I pulled a muscle or something during the run. You know what, I think I’m about ready to head home if you are.”

I moved to get up from the bench, but she held me down at my shoulders with a firm grip.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I guess I thought it would be a little fun if I played a little prank on you.”

“What are you talking about?” My heart stopped. Did she know? “Look, we can talk about it later. Let’s just go home, yeah?”

“Sam, I’m telling you this because I love you, but you really shouldn’t use the same e-mail that you use to talk with your family to also hire escorts.”

“I don’t… I would never…” My throat felt like Death Valley. I hid my face in my hands. “Oh God, Sam, you can’t tell anyone about this. I’m so embarrassed. Do you want money or something? I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whoa, hey,” Trisha said, her voice soft and comforting. “Don’t be ashamed. You should be proud of yourself for… expressing yourself honestly. When we were growing up, it always seemed to me like you were bottling everything up. You were so quiet.”

I didn’t know what to say. My stepsister just found out about my biggest secret. I didn’t know how I was ever going to be able to look her in the face again.

“Besides,” she continued, “I was only giving you advice about the e-mail thing. Of course you’re still going to be able to meet with Misty.”

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Erotic Quickie

One in the Hand

This fantasy quickie is for mature readers only. It’s dedicated for everyone who’s ever had naughty thoughts about little green fairies.

“You don’t suppose it’s dead, do you?”

free-erotica-short-story-ev-stonebraker-007Dagfinn poked a nervous finger at the slender creature cradled in his father’s hand. If the old man was right, then the two of them were looking at an honest-to-Thorbjorn fairy. For all of the stories about the mischief they would enact on innocent village folk, seeing one in the flesh was underwhelming.

The fairy could sit comfortably in Dagfinn’s hand. Her head lacked ornament, but Dagfinn had no trouble imagining a crown of petals that might have once adorned it. She wore a short dress made of woven plant life and chitin, tailored without a sense of modesty. Her arms and legs were bare, and since his father had taken no time to cover the fairy up in the name of decency, Dagfinn could just make out a miniature womanhood. If she elicited any feelings in the growing Northman, all of them were coming from his groin.

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Erotic Quickie · Fantasy

Ready to be Devoured

This fantasy quickie is for mature readers only. It features a group of adventurers who were caught in the wrong web.

free-erotica-short-story-ev-stonebraker-006His eyes fluttered open to the cold stone roof of a cave. He found himself laying on the softest bed his back had felt in ages. Slow, turgid thoughts were snatched out of the ether by his waking mind. Where am I? A faraway drip drop of water answered his question. What happened?

Euric tried to get up, and found the answer to his second question. His arms and legs—his entire body?—were bound somehow. Try as he might, even with the strength earned by a thousand battles, he could not break free from the shackles which held him. He tried to roar in frustration, and paid for the offense in pain. His throat was parched. He could only guess how long he had gone without something to drink. The sound of water became a maddening thing.

“Don’t trouble yourself so much, morsel. Those bonds have held men stronger than you.” The warrior craned his neck to the source of the voice, and to his horror, found six shining eyes looking back at him.

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Erotic Quickie · Fantasy

My First Flight

This 1,000 word fantasy quickie is for mature readers only. It’s about the real reason dragons have a tendency toward fair maidens.

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The journey was the most harrowing part of the whole ordeal. Dragonflight was faster than anything she had ever experienced before, in equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. As she rode on the great creature’s back, Minerva watched as the world below became less and less familiar with every blink. Trees became craggy rock, well-worn paths faded from view, and soon the bitter cold whipped at her exposed skin. After what seemed like a lifetime, the dragon landed at the mouth of a cave, peeking out from the side of a mountain.

Minerva had been trained as a dragon maid her entire adult life. To be chosen was as much a blessing as much as it was a curse. Thanks to her training, she could outfight and outlast everyone in the village, man or woman. She was strong. Lithe. On the other hand, she had to give up the notion of having a normal life. The other women would have simple lives, in warm homes with smiling children and doting husbands. But not Minerva. Because tonight she was going to show the dragon’s son why she was worthy of being its mate.

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