Author: NatalieJersey

**PART TWO**

Julie stepped aside and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder as the elevator doors opened. Standing side by side, we peered into the barren hallway until the doors closed again.

My head was swimming as my sister rested her head on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I really didn’t know. There were feelings I couldn’t quite process. Shame and disgust should have been prominent, but they weren’t. Exhilaration and nervous excitement shouldn’t have been at the fore, but they were. I could have dismissed nearly any and all feelings, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny: my cock was hard as steel.

Julie took my stunned silence as a bad sign and started apologizing.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over….”

Her rambling, stuttering excuses were cut off once the elevator began descending and I plunged my tongue back into her mouth.

She permitted me a brief foray before pushing me away.

“Wait,” she pleaded with me. After darting a quick peck on my lips, she turned and stood by my side, as though we were no more than two regular people returning to the hotel lobby. Read more »

***PART ONE***

I love solitude.

After college, I moved away from home and never looked back. At least I tried to anyway. Putting as much time and space between me and the dysfunctional version of the Brady Bunch was the most liberating experience of my entire life.

It all started out simple enough, though. We were a family of four living just outside the suburbs of a modest second-class city. Dad worked full-time, mom was (quite literally) Susie homemaker, and my sister and I rounded out the clan.

I would be remiss to neglect mentioning our cat, because he was truly part of the familial unit. However, things didn’t end well with Bootsy, so I don’t want to talk about her right now.

Susie and John were married in 1976. Within four years, my sister and I had come along, respectively. Julie in January of 1978 and me almost exactly two years later.

Julie and I always joked that mom and dad must have only had sex once a year. To make it even funnier, we worked out that it’s possible to have both been conceived on or around April Fool’s Day. Wouldn’t that have been appropriate? Read more »