Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny
One morning, I knew that my mother and father were both at work, and I could smell breakfast being cooked. I lay there in bed, toying with my morning hard-on, thinking of my grandmother. Grandma had big tits, that’s all there was to it. At times, I had noticed that she wore no bra, and
It seemed to me that my father was always too busy to pay attention to me. He seemed to stay at his computer all day, not doing anything but staring at his business spreadsheet. You see he was an accountant, and ran his business from home. I needed to find a way to get his
The Wednesday following Christmas was to be a busy day for me; after wrapping-up the remainder of the gifts for my thirty-year-old sister and her two kids, I was to drive some fifty miles or so into the countryside to visit them. We enjoyed ourselves immensely throughout the day and when it was time for
I had a lunch date with my cousin Christen. Well, I almost forgot the meeting – sure, I had written it down, but it seemed so inconclusive with the large events that now occupied my head. So when I finally arrived downtown at Sherlock Holmes, I was out of breath and worried that I had