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“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

“Say you’re not gay.” Micah shut his eyes. “Go to hell.” Roman leaned in, lips against his ear now. “You came on my tongue, pretty boy. Hell already came for you.”

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

Her body was curvy and thick in a way that would send most frail men to an early grave. “Hi. I’m Kelly.” She said in a melodic voice. “You should come over sometime. What do you think babe?” She turned over to the woman in her arms for confirmation. Jayne nodded. Thanks but no thanks… I spent the rest of the day trying to work on my book. I couldn’t hang out with the guys because they weren’t supportive about it. According to them, “Writing feels like a babe thing.” Why would any sane guy want to commit to something so “blurrh”?

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She’d tried to convince me to take a ride on the gay train, but I’d turned her down easily by pretending I thought she was joking. “Just make sure to carry your pepper spray and some condoms your purse and have fun, girl. We’re young; we don’t need to tie ourselves down to this monogamy bullshit! Live a little!” she’d said in her high-pitched voice. Naomi was never the faithful type. I laughed to myself. I took a long shower and hurried to bed. I needed tomorrow to come much faster. When I crawled into bed beneath the covers, it was only just 9 o’clock.

I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 4. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

Warning: Greetings readers, I would like to provide a warning regarding the following chapter of this story, which contains an explicit and graphic description of a gay sexual encounter. If such content is not your cup of tea, please use your discretion and choose not to read this chapter. This scene has been included for mature readers who are comfortable with explicit material of this nature. Please respect the my intention and choice to include this material in my story. Viewer discretion is strongly advised as this chapter contains explicit sexual language and themes. Thank you for respecting this decision.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?