Wicked Lovely (erotica, incest short story) [NOOK Book]

A short story where a brother and sister look to themselves, and not society, to make sense of the sexual love they share.

SUMMARY: Ed has been (guiltily) attracted to “Goddess Julie” for as long as he can remember — but moves out once he finishes high school. Unexpectedly, Julie discovers she has similar sentiments…

GENRE: Erotic/Contemporary Fiction / Novelette | 13,000 words

Wicked Lovely features in the short story collections, '4:Play', 'Fashion Icon', and 'Primal Scream'.

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NOTE: Jess writes erotic fiction, not pornography. Please visit Jess's website for more info -- http://www.jessink.com/porn_vs_erotica.htm

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Praise and Reviews:

“The fact that they were brother and sister is overshadowed by their sheer desire to be with one another, that that other person is the only person for them. That made the story for me.” — Review @ It’s Basement Time

“…the first kiss was really sweet…that was my favorite part.”
– e-mail from a reader

“[I liked writing] Wicked Lovely because it demanded the most amount of realism, along with a very precise amount of sensitivity.”
– excerpt from author Q&A

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EXCERPT (from Story #1, Wicked Lovely):
[Ed / 4 June 2006]

YES--I’ve the whole house to myself.

Nine Inch Nails is playing upstairs, God how I love that fuck you like an animal song. Music’s so-so-so-so L-O-U-D. Rhythm’s so hypnotic it’s giving me a headspin.

Dad’s with golfing buddies. Mom’s at some beading class or bingo session. Don’t know it don’t matter.

And Julie? Julie Elle Drake is out with Bobby.

Bobby the Nice Guy.

Bobby the Prince.

Bobby the Sweet Guy who Asked Me Out with the Burnt Cookie he made at Home Ec class.

Bobby the Everything.

Think about going over to Kingston’s house for a while. Dude owes me 100 bucks. I should steal that and more when I’m over. He and his CEO dad share a stash of porn mags and expensive tobacco. But oh. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. Too half-assed to even reach over, pick up the phone and dial a number.

Switch TV on. Lounge around. It will only last a few minutes.

This languid tranquility is the prelude to what comes next.That feeling, suddenly picks up again. I try and try but I can’t get away. Cell by cell, my brain is wired to the signal. It’s like a strange invisible smoke line, luring you in...to the destination place.

“This is so weird.” I speak my thoughts out loud. One nice thing about having the house to yourself is that you can voice your own thoughts without fear.

*Everyone will kill me if they know about this. I’m a perv, a deviant, a psycho, a twisted individual! This is gross unhealthy abnormal I’ll cross over a line that should have never been crossed if I haven’t already and I need counseling or should I see a psychiatrist and get myself checked out, maybe we were brought up in a screwed up kind of way?*

“I don’t think so.” Detective Green on Law & Order. Lost track of what’s going on in this episode. Can’t concentrate. Can’t concentrate on shit.

Body is aching. In the craving way.

Peel myself off the sofa. *Ed, you sicko.*

I wanna tell the voice in my head and the whole world to shut up. They can talk and talk but they’ve not been in the same situation, they don’t even know what they’re missing out on.

That. That’s the exact thing that fuels their disgust and anger. It’s a displaced frustration, that they can never have access to this deranged special kind of arrangement. *Go, Ed!*

Drag myself up the stairs in a weird mix of dread guilt apprehension and uncontrollable wild anticipation and excitement.

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