Addicts Anonymous (pseudo incest fiction, siblings) [NOOK Book]

Author’s Note: "Passion, intensity, and intimacy turn me on. There's more to the erotic life than explicitness." ;) -- Jess C Scott

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Summary: Alexa and Peter live with overbearing parents who are actually sex addicts. Will the step siblings be severely punished or encouraged for their 'bad' behavior, if they're caught experimenting?

Story #4 in the Bro Sis Diaries series.

Genre: Erotic Love (more plot than porn)

Length: Short Story | 12,600 words

Disclaimer: This fictitious title contains a wicked lovely display of pseudo-incest between step siblings. All characters are 18+.

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Reviews:

"Jess hits the sweet spot between substance and entertainment."
-- XP, Book Doctor (Asia), Sept 2012

“Bold, fearless and always original, Jess C Scott dares to bring to light some of our darkest fantasies.”
-- The Arts House, Nov 2012

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Excerpt from Addicts Anonymous:

(Alexa / "Homework")

I didn't interrupt him because he looked so comfortably lost in his own special time and space. In fact, I can't remember a time that I saw him less self-conscious and awkward.

When he started pumping faster, his breathing started to get heavier too. I even turned the music down a little so I'd be less distracted by the vocals. Peter's neck was eased back--he looked way more spiritual than whenever I glanced at him out of boredom when we had to drag ourselves to attend church every Sunday morning with our parents.

We were both quiet when he came. He came on the palm of his hand. It was a very clear, slightly thick kind of liquid. He reached out for some paper towels that were already on standby towards the side of his bed.

"Well, that's how I masturbate," he said quietly, when it was over.

"Thank you." I rarely thank Peter for much--I like bullying him--so even I was slightly surprised at the words that had just rolled out of my mouth.

I left his room and went into my own bedroom, locking the door behind me.

I was in a bit of a slight daze. I expected to witness something dirtier, something messier, or something that'd make me feel grossed out.

In fact, it was rather pleasant to watch. And I was trying to figure out why I wasn't feeling weirded out about, well, not being weirded out in the first place.

Little light bulbs were going off in my mind. I liked this type of homework. It was educational as well as enlightening.

Because it motivated me to continue my explorations and non-scientific-based experiments with…Peter. I mean, it was obviously safe, non-threatening, and fun too. And he didn't look like he wanted to complain about my presence there.

As I lay there in my bed plotting my next step, I realized something for the first time.

I wanted to know what a guy's cum tasted like.