Just one Line.

From my only published story:

The circle of now only guys was almost magnetically drawn with her to the base of the tree, but there they stopped. Several laughed a bit uncomfortably and looked around at each other. Cool guy university students did not climb trees, at least not at night during a party while trying to get girls drunk and into their bed. They might look uncool while trying to get up, or get moss on their nice pants. There was also no beer in the tree.
 
(Clearly established that the brother who speaks is months over 18, though younger than his sisters)


By this time, I had become more aware of their looks. Erica had long, honey blonde hair, while Jasmine's shorter hair was a luxurious dark red. Jasmine was bigger in the boobs and ass, but puberty had been inordinately kind to both of them. If they weren't my sisters, I'd have given the devil a mortgage on my soul to be with either of them, but there's no way in hell I'd be able to choose between them.

(From an as-yet-unpublished story, 10000 words and not finished.)
 
New Year WIP: And, fuck her, she was right. Rachel was seriously turned on by the prospect of playing groupie to this epitome of female rockers. And her equally hot... friend.
 
And when the bottle was empty and I’d finished crying – thought I’d finished crying – Marcus told me to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch. No, it was alright, he insisted. Never buy a couch that’s not comfortable for sleeping, that’s what he’d learned from ex-wife.

I was about to remark that she sounded like a sensible woman, then my brain caught up. Oh. I hadn’t even known he used to be married.

(From the second chapter of "Mage & Moonshadow)
 
(Clearly established that the brother who speaks is months over 18, though younger than his sisters)


By this time, I had become more aware of their looks. Erica had long, honey blonde hair, while Jasmine's shorter hair was a luxurious dark red. Jasmine was bigger in the boobs and ass, but puberty had been inordinately kind to both of them. If they weren't my sisters, I'd have given the devil a mortgage on my soul to be with either of them, but there's no way in hell I'd be able to choose between them.

(From an as-yet-unpublished story, 10000 words and not finished.)
I did an internet search and found the source about puberty being inordinately kind. In a 1990s Pinky and the Brain cartoon, the Brain said it sarcastically in a non-sexual situation to a Dolly Parton parody character. My MC is quite sincere (and quite horny).
 
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