Family Time #1

⚠️ Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning. This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Dirty Family Secrets presents a collection of raw, uninhibited short stories where hidden desires within families erupt into reality. Behind closed doors, forbidden fantasies unravel, tensions snap, and boundaries dissolve in moments of intense pleasure. Relatives with unspoken attractions collide. Past promises are broken under the weight of longing. Connections once thought untouchable ignite with reckless abandon. These tales are quick, sultry, and unapologetically provocative, embracing the chaos of taboo desires. Discover women who boldly claim what they crave, men who satisfy their lust without hesitation, and nights that blur into mornings without regret. This isn’t a subtle tease—it’s a torrent of heat, intimacy, and the irresistible pull of forbidden passion that consumes without restraint. Enjoy reading..

DADDY Five girls who have been friends for a long time have the same taste, same likes and dislikes, but their personalities are quite different, but blend in throughout their friendship. As they grow up into women, they have the same fantasies about their gorgeous, attractive stepdaddies. They can't resist the urge to take care of them, to love them, turning into something more. MOMMY Five divorced women who are successful in their careers have weird feelings for their adopted sons. Their adopted sons are now grown, and it's their last year of high school. They are all athletic since they are players of the basketball team. Living in a house with handsome and hunky boys is quite difficult, especially if they are all 'tigang' when it comes to sex. It even became more difficult when their sons acts also weird towards them and their eyes stare at them with lust. Could they even stop and control their feelings before it's too late?

My mom calls me on Friday. "Don't forget about tomorrow's family dinner. Cody loves shrimps, so you should buy more of those at the seafood market in the southern district. "Lexi loves lamb chops. Go take a look in the eastern district for them. Also, don't forget to buy the imported strawberries. Noah loves them a lot." I say yes to each and every request Mom makes. But as soon as I end the call, I receive a text on the family group chat. "I've already given Eileen a list of our favorite foods. It's tough for you to earn money these days, so you shouldn't buy anything." One second later, that message is deleted. Still, I'm flabbergasted by what I just read. I've been married for two years. Every Saturday throughout those years, I'm the one paying and organizing the family dinner of the week. I thought there's no need to be so petty when it comes to family. But it seems that they've already viewed me as the outsider a long time ago. In that case, I won't be attending the family dinner anymore.

After my grandmother passed away, my parents brought me back from the countryside to the city. That was when I learned I had a younger sister, born a mere year after me. My mother sat me down and reminded me that as the oldest sister, I needed to learn to yield to my siblings in everything. I nodded quietly, understanding my place. In this household, I ranked fourth. Later, my little brother was born, and my standing effortlessly plummeted from fourth to fifth. The turning point came during the summer of my sophomore year of college. When I returned home for the holidays, I discovered the front door had been outfitted with a brand-new, high-tech smart lock. They had completely forgotten to mention it to me. Clutching a dead phone, I sat on the hot concrete of the stairwell, waiting from two o'clock in the afternoon until ten o'clock at night. When they finally emerged, they were dragging luggage behind them, laughing and chatter-boxing about the highlights of their recent vacation. The four of them were wearing matching family T-shirts. Naturally, there wasn't one for me. As my dad begrudgingly attempted to program my thumbprint into the system, he let out a sharp, irritated click of his tongue. "The master administrator account only permits five profiles. There's no room to add another." My mom barely looked up. "Just set her up with a temporary guest token. We can manually authorize her whenever she decides to visit." As I stood there stunned, my brother laughed. "Shelly registered the dog's nose print into the system. She said he's an important member of the family. Guess that leaves you out of the slot!" In a family of five, the dog claimed the fifth tier, and I ranked sixth. That very night, I quietly filled out the application to join a classified frontier research program. I understood that when a visitor's time ran out, the only proper thing to do was take their leave.

Behind closed doors, the rules of the household no longer apply🔞🔞🔞 Welcome to the collection of the forbidden, the dangerous, and the utterly insatiable. Dirty Family Secrets brings together an explosive array of distinct, high-voltage stories, each exposing the raw, uninhibited desires that thrive just beneath the surface of seemingly normal households. Across different short stories, the boundaries of family are completely shattered. From late-night sleepwalking encounters and risky office escapades to breathless, high-stakes encounters right under a sleeping spouse's nose, every story delivers a heart-pounding dive into pure, taboo heat. Expect ruthless punishments, stolen glances that turn into reckless addictions, and wild, unexpected setups where the fear of getting caught only fuels the fire. Dozens of sinful scenarios. One unforgettable collection of the secrets a family should never share. Warning: Not recommended to read alone!!!🔞🔞🔞

Dad is struck by a sudden illness, causing him to die tragically in his office. At the funeral, my younger brother, Draco Lancaster, and my mom decide to swallow rat poison just to reunite with Dad out of sorrow. Everyone says that Dad didn't dote on Draco for nothing. But on the day after the funeral, Dad's superior comes knocking on the door. Apparently, Dad has misappropriated public property, so I am to be locked up in a stockpen serving as a holding cell in order to pay off the debt on his behalf. Later on, I finally clear the debt. But that's when I see my family, who should have been dead, laughing and chatting with each other in a car. It turns out that they've faked their deaths to flee from the consequences. Unable to accept the reality, I rush over to confront them. My family, who are terrified that the truth will get out, quickly run me over with the car as a result. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day my family is about to fake their deaths.