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"Hey, Zoe, why don't you and Peter do that walk over the hills? That should get him fit and brighten him up a bit." Over the hills that form a backdrop to our city there is a chain of hostels, each about a days walk apart. To walk the whole distance took about a week and Bern and I had done it a couple of times, but Peter had never been with us.

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Jake was surprised to see his sister waiting for him when he left his socials class, but he said nothing and followed her out of the building and onto the football field. Safe from ear shot, Jill stopped and turned to brother, "God, Jake, I want to jump into your arms, I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you. How did you do it?"

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My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least and my father was making more money, quicker than what he did in our hometown, thanks to his new passion in the stock market. My mother who used to be a timid housewife at Gulburga soon started changing herself to the surroundings of Mumbai and within a couple of years after reaching Mumbai, my mother looked like a typical Mumbai modern lady with her short hair and excessive cosmetics.

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It had to be fool proof. It had to seem like she came up with the idea and executed it, not me...so this is how I ended up in a full-fledged, nude wrestling sex-fight with my mom! I started spamming her email address from remote locations, all different emails, all porn related. Then one day I spammed her about 35 times with the title: "How I Wrestled My Son Naked" hoping she would open it. It wasn't until two weeks later that I realized she did.

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This story is entirely fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I have come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a friendly divorce. People either use every opportunity to continue punishing their ex, or simply avoid the opportunity as a dealing mechanism. Thankfully, our situation was the latter. Hannah and I were married for twenty two years. We had only one child together, Zoe, who is now 19 years old, and a beautiful young woman. In retrospect, having Zoe is about the only thing we did together.

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Author's note: After a long time, I wrote another Chapter of Carol's Series. Hope you will enjoy it! After the long sex session with Carol and her son, John needed a refreshing bath. The large swimming pool in the backyard was the ideal site to recover his energies.

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So it had happened. I had taken my sister with no forethought, standing in her kitchen, directly in front of her daughters hidden only with the island counter without the slightest fear. And after the girls finished their breakfast and got off to school, my sister had requested more. We fucked again, then we made love.

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Summer was here. It was time for my parents to ship me off to the shoebox that was my uncle's apartment. This time was different, however. I had just turned 18, which meant I would finally have some freedoms.

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My dad and I didn't talk about our first intimate encounter. I think neither one of us could, really. That evening, he avoided me and went to his room early and didn't come out. I wasn't sure what exactly he felt. Was he angry at me? I had teased him, after all, with my 20-year-old body in the best shape I'd ever had. For reasons I didn't quite understand, I had flirted with him, without even being fully aware of where I wanted it to go.

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I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling and feeling sorry for myself for the third night in a row. The girl troubles of an eighteen year old guy still in highschool were not that critical in the grand scheme of things; I fully understood that yet somehow the thought did little to cheer me up. I rolled over onto my side and tried once again to think of something else, anything else, just to take my mind of her for a little while.

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