روايات وقصص ضمن Family Fantasies

I don't just want Ethan. I want them both. I've touched myself to the fantasy more times than I can count. Lying in my empty bed, my fingers buried in my pussy, imagining what it would feel like to have them both at once. Father and son. Silver fox and young wolf. Taking turns with my body, sharing me, using me. It's sick. It's wrong. It's the hottest thing I've ever imagined. And today — today, something feels different. It's 6 PM on a Friday, and the office is empty.

Brothers, who talk and laugh together everytime they meet, are hoping or planing for the other ones death. The grandparents, who are concerned and happy about there childrens and grandchildren are people who takes side in different things, the parents and aunts who show concerns are actually having many hatred inside of them. So even after having everything, my family are the most incomplete people. And, here when I look at Hayl's family. Just three of them are way too full for each other. That they think they can't have someone else to join.

“You want me to forgive you, but I don’t think I can. You want me to pretend everything is okay, but it’s not. What are we going to do when he decides he wants a family? My nieces and nephews will be the product of that asshole—” “And you will love them the same, Case.”

Baste wanted to have at least three kids or more than that. "You said it so, Etincelle. Hays. He's like his father." "You better watch out," I teased her. "You know Baste. A chick magnet." "That's never gonna happen," she argued. "He won't be like his father who's a playboy." "Baste is not a playboy, silly. But if Fial will grow up like you? I just wish he will never be a heartbreaker." "Excuse me?" We both laughed. "Where is Uno by the way?"

They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never. The day she moved out of her parent's house was the day she had broken free from the pack. She had watched the rest of them all end up running back to the fold. She swore she would never. Out of the seventeen kids from the two families, she was the third youngest, with only two from the other family younger than her. Ana and Lance, and she was older than then by six years or so. At least that was between her and Lance, who was the youngest. They had been family to her for most of her life. She had thought of them as cousins at best. Sometimes closer than brothers or sisters. It was just

Lainie added, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. Their father waved off her words. "Not everyone has a destined mate. Stop believing fairy tales." He then turned to Dimitri, pointing at the middle child with the hand that held his whiskey. "And family obligations run strong in this family no matter what century it is. We need this union to stay afloat, and besides, Mandy is a fine woman. Fitz here is doing well for himself." He smiled at his eldest and then took a swig of his drink. "I like Mandy," Lainie said as she faced Fitz. "Don't get me wrong. I just couldn't do it, that's all. The whole thing seems so cold, so impersonal. You two barely know anything about each other."

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"

“Even if you never remember, it doesn’t matter. We can start over. We can be a family again.” I stepped back, out of their reach. “You’ve misunderstood. My memory is perfectly intact. I remember each of you. I remember everything.”

Jackson chimed in on our way back to the mansion. “Don’t mind him, it’s not small. It’s a huge apartment, and you’re going to like it there.” Arlene leaned in and whispered to me. I could tell from the smile on her face that she was happy I was moving in, a part of me was also happy. But the other part feel guilty knowing the state of my heart. I am madly in love with her dad and I wonder what she would think of me when she finds out…