A question about character ages (feedback sought)

I tried messaging the mods but didn’t get a response, and I don’t see a specific rule anywhere, so I thought I’d ask the community. What are the thoughts on character ages? I don’t mean kids or anything like that. For instance, a collaborative writing site I sometimes frequent requires that all characters be over 16, which is the age of consent in most US states.

I’m asking because a story idea I have involves teens in high school, all at or over the age of 16. However, if that’s cutting it too close, I can make some adjustments so they’re all over 18.

I’d appreciate any feedback. Thanks!

Fucking my Step-Aunt [M/F][Fiction]

My parents split shortly after I was born. They were both 18, and my biological mother didn’t want to be shackled by a baby so young. She didn’t want anything to do with me so my father took me in.

A month later my father met my now mother, Amanda, and a year later they married. Her father and mother are still young, both of them are 35 because they had her when they were younger but they are good people and raised Amanda together, which is more than I can say for my egg-donor. My now grandparents also had their own child, Beatrice or Bea for short, around the same time I was born. I call her B.

Yes, I am a few weeks older than my step-aunt.

The dynamic between the two in-laws, whenever they would meet has been somewhat strange as my father’s parents were in their late 60’s (they had him later in life, a miracle baby as some would say) and my step-mother’s parents are old enough to be their kids. It was weird to say the least but they were amicable. While my step-mom’s parents didn’t want the title of “grandparents” they acted the part well enough and saw me as their first grandchild.

Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad when I was 18!

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.

A Dish Best Served Hot [M/F][Cheating][Long Read] Part 4

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***V: I don’t fucking know man, she said she wanted to see you three. So just get your ass over to Oliveira in 109th.***

***G: You don’t think my fatass knows where the best restaurant is in?***

***K: Why does she want to see us anyway?***

***V: I just said I don’t know. Just be honest and be nice. I really like her.***

***W: Putang ina mo (fuck you -Tagalog-)! We’re always nice!***

***V: That’s the spirit.***

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Kaz, Wigs and Greg were lead towards the back of the restaurant and they were seated and water is served promptly.

Kaz leaned in close and the others did as well. “Don’t fill up on potatoes,” was all he said as he gave a knowing nod.

“Motherfucker, don’t tell me what to eat. I know what I’m about!” Greg snarled as he got up and made his way to the center of the restaurant where the sides, salads and charcuteries are kept.

“I heard this place has the best top sirloin,” Wigs started as he rubbed his hand in anticipation. Greg soon came back and sat, his plate has a large dollop of mashed potatoes and a few pieces of salami.

My Favorite Bully [M/F][Degradation][Sub/Dom][Fiction]

NOTE: I’m still trying my hand on the whole “sub/dom” story theme so some suggestions is appreciated.

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She has always been my bully.

I’m not exactly sure when it started, but Veronica has been my bully for as long as I can remember, and maybe because of Karma from a previous life, I guess, she’s always been in my class and homeroom. We rode the same bus and our houses were in front of each other. I’ve always had crush on her.

High School changed for the worst and the better. She was still my bully, always nasty towards me and would sometimes get physical. I couldn’t fight back, I’m a guy after all, so I just gritted my teeth and took the blows. My parents refused to believe that sweet little Veronica, the manipulative bitch that she is, has been torturing me all these years, a majority of my life actually. My crush on her has started to deteriorate.

A Star Returns: Chapter One [MFF] [Interracial] [Straight Sex] [Cheating] [Wedding Day] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Implants] [Curvy Women]

“Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around at the large room. There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.

“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.

“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head; it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.

“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.

“Yeah,” I shook my head.

It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.

My Sexual Family [Incest] [M/s] [Mommy-Dom] [Gentle-Dom] Chapter 1 – “Mom’s Help”

My name is Oliver… I’m an 18 year old going into my first year in college in a small town community. I’m a skinny lad who happens to be packing an 8 inch cock. My family of 5 is made up of me, my mom Alexandra, my Dad Doug, and my two older sisters Emma and Jenny.

Chapter 1: Mom’s “Help.”

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One night, after celebrating the my high school graduation with some friends, I was driving home when a drunk driver collided with me at an intersection. The incident left both wrists fractured,

Having both of your hands unavailable is difficult for daily life in so many ways, most of all for grooming and taking care of yourself. After coming home with both my casts, I thought I was going to be able to do it all by myself, but in the end it proved too difficult for me to do, and I had to swallow my pride and ask for help. I was always a quiet boy, rarely asking for anything or kicking up a fuss… But Mom was happy to help.

I [M] had sex with my neighbors [FM] that I babysat for

I (Will) was a senior in high school (18) and would sometimes babysit for my neighbors and their two kids that were about 10 and 7. Their dad (Matt) was a tall ex-football player with brown hair and the mom (Cathy) was a petite black haired beauty of Navajo descent. I’m not sure, but I would guess they were in the low to mid-30s. I’ll admit that I fantasized to the mom more than once lying in my bed with a hard-on.

If you want to skip all the build up, go to “The Good Part” section below.

One night, I had gotten the kids to bed and had about an hour and half before the parents would be home. Being the 18yo perv that I was once, I looked through their drawers and closet in their bedroom. I stopped for a minute at her underwear drawer and that started to get me hot. In the closet, I found a stash of pornos. I grabbed one and headed down to the basement and popped it in the VCR (yes, this was a long time ago). It was pretty hot with one of the first scenes having a lady penetrated with various fruit items. I figured I still had an hour or more, so I grabbed some paper towels from the nearby bathroom, went back to the couch, and started to rub one out.

I just started writing this one! It might be called… The Making of a Dominatrix but I’m not sure about that. Would love your thoughts. Thanks so much for letting me join this community! XOXO ~Sweet Sharona

I’m thinking this may end up being more than just a short story… we will see!

Rose watched out her kitchen window as the innards of a moving van were spilled on the lawn of the house next door. The load had spiked her curiosity mainly due to the large number of odd looking sculptures now littering the grass. She had already been wondering about the new neighbor. Licking the remnants of a Snickers bar off of her fingers, Rose felt a surge of excitement run through her body as she watched a small black BMW convertible pull into the driveway, then the garage. It was the same car she had seen a couple of days prior, as she watched the new occupant, tall dark and female, walking the exterior of the house. It was dark so she couldn’t make out the look of her but she had a slender physique, walked with confidence and what appeared to be very tall heels that made a clack loud enough for Rose to hear clearly. She was not privy to any new information now, being that the top of the convertible was up and the windows of the car, heavily tinted.

Laila’s Training, Chapter One: Discovery [MF][Dubcon][Hypnosis][First Post]

There was no greater blessing this time of year than a short shift. With Christmas just a couple weeks away, every shop in town was filled with customers from open to close, leaving empty shelves and huge messes in their wake. An ache had settled into Caiman’s back from stooping to pick up discarded shopping items. The bottom of his jeans were ruined with soapy water from all the mopping. And if he never had to hear “Wonderful Christmastime” ever again in his life, it would be too soon.
Still, he was on the way home, now. And with tomorrow being his day off, he could go home for a well deserved nap, and probably sleep through most of the next day. There was nowhere he had to go, and nothing needed cleaning. The only thing that would keep him from sleeping would be his roommates. This was the time of year where their time together was limited. Everyone in the house had jobs to go to, some had family to see by the time Christmas arrived. The only person he knew would be there was Laila.