Delia is a beautiful eighteen-year-old freshman. She has a loving, sexual relationship with her older brother Greg. They live with Mom in the single-wide trailer where they grew up. He tells Kendra she should have a regular boyfriend and that he would never ruin her life. When Kendra, a beautiful Army officer who knew Greg overseas, surprises him with a visit, Delia feels jealous and ignored. ----- Excerpt ----- A stunningly beautiful, twenty-something woman had parked a new red rental car at the curb and now was checking the space number of their trailer. She wore an Army officers Class A uniform with a skirt, something Greg had described to Delia once when he was reminiscing about his time in the service. The visitors shining blonde hair was drawn tight into a bun beneath her hat. The sunlight caught ribbons and badges on her uniform as she walked toward the front door. The coat of the uniform was not designed to be form-fitting, but it could not disguise her sizeable bust. Greg, its someone from the Army. Do you know her? He joined her at the window. Thats Kendra! Shes a captain now. My god, I havent seen her since Kabul. A pang of jealousy hit Delia. You fucked her when you were in the Army, huh? Every chance I got, said Greg. We had to sneak around, because shes an officer and I was enlisted. Thats against some stupid rule. It could have ruined her career. But when I knew her, she was a lieutenant. I saw online she got promoted. Whats she doing here? Shes older than you, isnt she? Delias voice took on an edge. Shes twenty-six now. Young for a captain. He didnt seem to notice the change in her tone. Ill put something on. Delia slapped his butt, harder than she intended. You should, too. Damn! Greg hustled to his room at the far end of the trailer. Her jealousy growing, Delia stomped back to her room, next to her moms room and a small bathroom. She yanked a turquoise and white flowered sundress off a hangar and slipped it on, then turned to the full-length mirror on the back of her door. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders held the shaped elastic top over her boobs but the thin fabric showed them in detail with a lot of cleavage exposed. The back of the dress was cut low enough to reveal her lower back with an elastic band behind her shoulders to hold the sides together. Below the snug waist, the dress was loose and bouncy but the hem barely reached past her butt. Altogether, this was exactly what she wanted. Delia slipped into a pair of slide sandals and walked back out.
In While the Cats Away, Katherine Swenson is relieved when her niece Cindy is available to look after her twin son and daughter while shes away at a church conference. But Cindy isnt as innocent as she claims to be. Its only a matter of time before the horny little nymphet has taken both Dawn and Donny into her bed! In the sequel, The Mice Will Play, Cindy has moved in with Katherine and the twins. But Cindy finds it hard to adjust to small-town life, and the opportunities for naughty family fun are fewer now that Kat is back home. The only solution is to seduce Kat into their incestuous lifestyle, too! In Cutting Ties, Roy Lee McCoy wants to leave his dead-end life in the dying mill town of Deer Creek, Alabama. His Aunt Eileen wants to leave, too, but for different reasons-shes terrified of her abusive husband. When Roy Lee tells her of his plans, he discovers that she will do anything to get out of town, including him! In the sequel, Cutting Loose, Roy Lee and Eileen have escaped to Promise, Montana, reuniting with Roy Lees long-lost mother. But as idyllic as Promise is, they cant hide their forbidden love from Roy Lees mother, Jillian. When she finds out, will she lay bare their secrets? Or will she become a willing member of their sexy household? ----- PG Excerpt ----- Okay, said Cindy. Strip. What? No, Katherine said, turning red. Im not getting naked in front of you two. Really? Cindy asked. Well, if you insist, she smiled, well get Donny up here. Katherine sputtered incoherently. Cindy hugged her aunt. Kat, it isnt a sin to be proud of what God gave you. Now I know, that Mom and Dad gave you nice clothes on Christmas and yo ur birthday... Valentines Day, too, Dawn said helpfully. Dawn! Come on, Momma. Where did you hide the clothes Uncle Edward and Aunt Carol sent you? she asked, her voice so appealing Kat gave up and pointed at the bureau. Dawn sprang to action, but was halted by Cindys voice. Dawn, youre your mommas size. How about you get some of your own things for her to try out? Once she left, Cindy opened the drawers of the bureau, seeing layers of fashionable blouses and slacks, comfortable skirts and sundresses. Even a selection of lingerie; silk panties and bras folded neatly, some of them with the tags still attached. She met Katherines gaze. Let me help you, Kat, she said softly. Katherines eyes closed as she fought a visible battle within herself. Finally she lifted her hands and began to unbutton her blouse. In a few minutes, Dawn came pelting back into the bedroom, arms full of clothes. She looked at her mother and whistled. Dang, Momma. You gave me an eyeful last night, but I forgot how gorgeous you are. Hmmm, she said, riffling through the soft pile of fabric. Oh, look at these, she said, handing out a shimmering scrap of pale blue cloth. In moments Katherine was wearing a pair of silk panties, the waistband riding high on her hips, accenting the slimness of her waist. Before she could protest, her daughter had cozened her into putting on the matching bra. There, doesnt that feel better? her niece asked. She cocked an eye at her cousin. Dawn, take your clothes off, will you? I want to compare you two. Smiling, Dawn skinned out of her shorts and top. Side by side, mother and daughter looked in the mirror. Good grief, came Cindys voice. She looked at the two of them, shaking her head. Dawn might be an inch shorter. But the two of you are so close together you might as well be sisters. Even your boobs are the same size. Theyre not that big, protested Kat. Whatever they are, theyre lovely. Kat, if you let me help you out, youll be beating men off with a stick. Kat glared at her feet and muttered something inaudible. What? She said she doesnt want to beat men off with a stick, Cindy said, her voice soft with sympathy. She turned to her mother. Momma, Cindys right. There is no reason you cant feel good about yourself. Why not be comfortable and look beautiful? Cindys head came to rest near her own, her breath warm in her ear. You dont really have a choice, Aunt Kat. If you dont start wearing these nice clothes my parents bought you, Im going to toss the old ones on a bonfire when you are at work tomorrow. Then what will you do? Moving quickly, Kat picked out a pair of loose beige shorts from Dawns pile of clothes and a light, rose-colored blouse Carol had sent her three years ago. Putting them on, she turned to her judges, asking for their approval. Cindy pursed her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye.