Foster care my new home
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Introduction: This is the forth chapter in my Foster Care series as our heroin continues to struggle to believe if this is a good home for her or not. Judge for yourself. Besides the homes with the neglectful foster parents that exist there is an even worse alternative, at least in my eyes, that thank God I only had to experience it once. That home is called a group home. A group home is run like a business with the adults coming on and off duty like in any job. A group home is where they can...
The girl that seemed in charge in my group was a girl named Erika. Erika had beautiful black long hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was a natural beautiful olive color. It didn’t take me long to realize she was in charge because she told other girls what to do. Within moments of me being there she met me at my bed and gave me my new name. “So Blondie, what do you have there in your bag that belongs to me,” she asked. Now I was stunned by this question as I had just arrived so I...
Introduction: Chapter 2 in this saga. I can not remember a time where my biological mother was not using one drug or another. I remember being hungry a lot and learning how to get food from school and other kids and neighbors and even the trash sometimes. Sometimes I think I was more the adult then she was because not only did I manage food for myself but I usually managed to make sure she ate something too. I think part of this is why I was always very small for my age compared to other girls...
But it doesn’t take a kid long to figure out that the grass is certainly not greener. I think most people would think that being in a home with other children is a good thing. But let me tell you, especially if the kids are their own birth children it can be a nightmare. You as the foster kid are always the one who gets the blame and the punishment. Now foster parents do know that they can not leave a mark on you, but it doesn’t take them long to find punishment that hurts but doesn’t...
But she was beginning to have her doubts about Jason Bennett. She had been doing everything she could to tempt him, but he never showed even the slightest interest. She never gave him a direct invitation of course; instead she did small things that could easily be explained as accidents, always mindful of the time, not wanting Margi to be around. She had found that the women of the house were always very quick to catch on to her if she risked her stunts in their presence. Margi ran her own...
Ms. Troy sighed heavily. Sarah had been brought to her four years ago. Her mother had died of a d**g overdose and her father was nowhere to be found. Even at that young age, Sarah had seemed very mature, making her seem older than her thirteen years. Ms. Troy had thought it would be very easy to place such a well-mannered girl, but Sarah had proved to be more of a problem than she had first expected. Every family she was placed with eventually called, asking that Sarah be taken away, with no...
Carl was not a bad guy and Maggie was also a good wife to Carl. They had just drifted apart. Maggie was a very busy CPA and Carl was a civil engineer. They were both very conservative and somewhat boring people and they both needed a change, as they had gone through the normal process of dating and marriage and raising a child, but there was never a spark in the romance department. There was not any cheating with other people involved with their breakup. They were going to sell the house,...
Jason was sitting behind his desk in his large, corner window office. His construction company owned a large building in the middle of the city; his office was on the top floor, facing southwest. The rest of the top floor held a large drafting room for when he personally worked on the plans for a building, a conference room for dealing with clients, and a simple bedroom that held a small bed and a single bathroom, for times when he had to work overnight.He sat behind his mahogany desk,...
Tran looked adorable, kneeling in the middle of the rest stop bathroom. I had placed a pad on the hard tile floor for her knees; it was going to be a busy night, from the looks of things. I leaned against the wall, nonchalantly off to the side between the sinks and the urinals, watching the action in profile. I may have appeared disinterested, but I stayed alert, ready to protect my baby at a moment's notice. I was also collecting the money, of course: one hundred dollars a go. The first in...
Introduction: My first shot at this – It was really fun to write >,_<, This was the last Foster Home I was going to be at. It was terrifying and freeing all at the same time. After being in this system for so many years and bouncing from house to house it might be nice to not be anyones problem anymore. Today is my 18th birthday and although Im excited to be an adult its not so fun to have a big birthday when you dont have anyone to celebrate with&hellip,Linda my foster mom is at work and...
She wasn’t our real mother, or stepmother, but as a foster mother, she made us call her that. Any deviation, for example calling her mom, mommy, miss, or ma’am, was met with a swift reprisal. She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I...
SpankingHi, I'm Thomas (Tom) Foster. And yeah, I am a foster host parent. I have lots of short stories to share, let me know if you're interested. Apparently my kind of stories are not allowed. Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met up with a former foster-raised guy who is now in college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing...
Kevin was 9 when he entered his first group home. He was a bit chubby, not too short. He has brown short hair. He was your average boy. He liked playing sports, and getting dirty. Growing up in the south, that was all there really was to do for a boy. His prior situation, he was living with his grandparents in Alabama, but his grandfather passed, leaving his grandmother to care for Kevin alone. His real mother was states away, couldn't handle being a young mom and dropped him off with her...
The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity. -- James Dickey "Mike, I really need your help," Deanne started as soon as Mike picked up the phone. "What is it this time," he said. He could hear the relief in her voice, "Mike, you guys are the best. I have a sixteen-year-old who lost her entire family in a car wreck." "Jesus," he said. "Is she hurt?" "No. She was at practice and the family was coming to pick her up. A driver dialing a...
Mike woke up next to Caryn, contemplating how beautiful she looked. Now, in the bright morning sunlight, he was able to begin thinking rationally again. Oh my God, I've had sex with a 16-year-old girl. 'What the hell did I do?' he wondered. He looked at Caryn. She laid there, nude, the sun on her flawless skin, a slight smile on her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The panic receded, replaced by the intense love, affection, and passion he felt for her. He pulled...
Introduction: Two brothers find more than themselves when adopted by a new family. Hey guys. This is my first story, be kind. Any feedback will be appreciated. ________________________________________________________ This is important for later on in the story. Im putting it here now so it doesnt look like I just added it later on. This story takes place in a world very much the same as ours except males can get pregnant as well as females, but the pregnancy requires sperm as any pregnancy...
Introduction: The boys discover each other Next chapter. Please enjoy. Comments and feedback greatly appreciated _____________________________________________________________________________________________ I do not endorse or condone underage sex or teen pregnancy. This is a story meant for adults if it is illegal. please leave _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Characters as they are now: Sean – 15 – Discovered masturbation, taught...
“I hate you and you’re the worst person I know,” I cried out in fury at my foster sister, Samantha.She was my closest sibling and we were practically best friends. When we were both seventeen, I spent far more time with her or around her than anyone else. We were not blood, but we sure acted like it at times. With her being merely weeks older than I am, it tended to lead to disagreements between us. This anger and contempt I harbored against her wasn’t out of hate or rage but stemmed from...
SpankingCaryn was in the front when she heard the door opening. She rushed up to see what it was only to be confronted by a woman asking, "Who the hell are you?" "I'm Caryn." Pause. Then angrily, "Who are you?" "This is my house," the woman said loudly pushing past Caryn. The noise had brought Mike. He rounded the hall corner and stopped. "Cyndi, what the hell are you doing here?" "This is my house," she said. "You walked out," he said and Caryn could hear the hurt in those words....
NOTE: The protagonists of this story are foster siblings, not biological siblings. For me that is a neat way to side-step the more distasteful, biological aspects of incest stories, yet it still has a bit of that forbidden, titillating, taboo-appeal in terms of the emotional side of a brother-sister relationship – which I’ve tried to expound upon in this first chapter. Technically this story doesn’t have to go in the ‘incest/taboo’ section, but it might cause offence if I post it elsewhere, so...
Well, I slept happy that night, let me tell the world! It was the sleep of a well fucked man! All good things must end, however, so I woke at six the next morning when my alarm clock went off. I stumbled off to the bathroom, where I found that, yes, Marilyn had given me a hickey. It was low down, where it would be covered by a shirt, but only if it had a collar. No t-shirt today. This reminded me of a time when my parents were staying with us. My Dad hadn’t gotten sick yet, so we must have...
I want to express, again, that this story is 100% fiction. If the ideas in the story aren't for you, then please don't read. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 10 Kyle slowly woke up after having finally fallen asleep to the feeling of Sean slipping back into bed behind him. He then opened his eyes to see Sean’s cock pointing in his face. “Hang on,” Kyle thought, “If that’s Sean behind me…” he refocused his eyes...
Introduction: The boys are pregnant? Hey guys, sorry about how long its been. Hope you enjoy ^_^ Same notes apply. This is a work of FICTION any semblance to real events is entirely coincidence. If youre under 18 (or 21 depending on where you are) or if it is illegal for you to be reading this for any reason, or if sex between boys/men offends you in anyway, please dont read. otherwise Enjoy! _____________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 9 Positive. ...
Mike was a mess the next day having gotten little sleep the night before. When Caryn came home, he started dinner. She joined him in the kitchen. He was uncomfortable, feeling, as he did, he had spied on a private moment. She also seemed uncomfortable. The silence dragged on. Finally, Caryn broke the silence. "Mike?" "Uh, yes sweetie?" "Last night," she paused. Mike dreaded what was to follow. He prayed she hadn't heard or seen him peeking in. Christ, he would be embarrassed beyond...
It was Caryn's eighteenth birthday and Mike had a special celebration in mind. He had an engagement ring in a little black box that he planned to give her over dinner at Maxwell's, known for the romantic atmosphere as well as the fine food. When he had called to make the reservation, the maitre d' had offered a special dessert, one that the restaurant apparently made often. The ring would be in a special cradle on the dessert, made to look like a black velvet box, but it was actually...
I’m not even asking why that happened, but I suspect Mary, Skylar, or both. The next two weeks were hectic for me and those in my Sultan’s apartment. Children arrived from all over the state. They didn’t all have the same backstory, but the majority were physically, mentally, or sexually abused. Their parent(s) were undergoing long-term psychiatric care or were in jail. Others were great kids, from great families, who ended up on their own, sometimes along with other siblings, when things...
Shaun arrived home that afternoon to find Christine reclining on the sofa and watching a movie, dressed in basic house clothes — loose short shorts, cut-off tank top, no bra and probably no panties, her hair was wet, she must have had another shower, probably after a big exercise session or something. ‘Hey sis,’ he greeted. ‘Hey bro,’ Chris greeted in kind. She had already forgotten her kinky indulgences in his bedroom barely an hour prior, she had long ago learned to quickly put such things...
Shaun and Ms Tiann, under the shocked, unrelenting stares of the younger students who had watched the entirety of their heated exchange, quickly got dressed and went their separate ways. They refused to acknowledge the girls, hoping that perhaps they might go away and that would be the end of it. But news travels fast in high school, and by the time Shaun had tidied himself up and joined his mates on the window sill upstairs in the maths building, the story had reached Brad and Jarrod. ...
‘Ready to go, one last time?’ Taylor asked, of all of them — of Shaun, lying blindfolded on the bed, his face wet with their juices and his achingly hard cock exposed before them all, of Sherrie, naked, trying to catch her breath, and of Christine, as she stared at her brother’s enormous hard-on, eyes wide and unblinking, a finger unconsciously touching herself through her shorts. ‘I’m ready,’ Shaun reported. He was loving this. Pussies, mouths and tongues galore — and all the while, Christine...
I wish to sincerely thank Jim P. for his assistance in editing my story. His insights and suggestions helped me to make 'The Homestead' one of the most favorite stories I've ever written. I also appreciate the time he took to not only go over this story once, but three times! Thank you! The Homestead by: Anon Allsop I rested comfortably, my boots propped lazily upon the split railing that ran along the sidewalk, and my hat pushed down low over my eyes to block out the afternoon...
Hi, my name is Stephanie; I’m quite petite – slim, high breasts, short-cropped blonde hair and deeply tanned all over. I’m nearly 16 now, but with the right make-up and choice of underwear, I can be any age you want. I keep my cunt shaved to within an inch of her life – I hate pubic hair – it always gets stuck in your teeth. I was born Stephanie in this tiny village on the south Cornish coast, but most of my friends call me Steph, except for the boys at school who just grunt ‘Bitch’ when I pull...
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=== Homesick === by Trismegistus Shandy This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. ----- We'd all gone to see the new _Tombs of Atuan_ movie, Mom and Dad and Kiara and me. On the way home, we chatted about the movie and got into an argument about whether they'd gotten Ged and Tenar's relationship right. Those were the last normal moments of our lives. Then Dad turned into our subdivision -- still normal --...
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I’M NOT SURE WHERE I AM. I woke up about seven and we’re still on the train. I know we changed trains someplace in Switzerland last night, so I suppose we’re in France. Angel said she booked us home from Amsterdam. Home. That’s all I care about right now. I just want to go curl up in my very own bed and sleep for about a month. Christmas gifts We rolled into Paris about nine to change trains to Amsterdam. I’m glad I’m traveling with Angel. She knows where everything is and where to get...
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Chapter One: The Student Job Hunt Lawn mowers hummed, and cars tracked by, as Matt’s diaper tightly rapped around his buttocks, squirming across town. Today he had an encounter with a social worker, who was to help him as a young university student, to place him in an appropriate job. All was well. He was wearing one of the thinnest diapers he could pull out of his stash: a Depends brief, quite fit for the occasion. The Depends were excellent for just such interviews. They were thin enough to...
Chapter One: The Student Job HuntLawn mowers hummed, and cars tracked by, as Matt's diaper tightly rapped around his buttocks, squirming across town. Today he had an encounter with a social worker, who was to help him as a young university student, to place him in an appropriate job. All was well. He was wearing one of the thinnest diapers he could pull out of his stash: a Depends brief, quite fit for the occasion.The Depends were excellent for just such interviews. They were thin enough to...
September 1981, Chicago, Illinois, and Milford, Ohio When Elyse arrived home she found me sitting in a beanbag chair drinking some of the bourbon that I’d had Joyce get for me. The wine was stashed in my room, though I left two bottles on the kitchen counter. “Uh oh! What’s wrong?” Elyse asked. “Just thinking,” I answered. “About Bethany?” “Yeah. It’s good, but it’s sad. She’s always depended a bit too much on me and now she’s moving on. We didn’t break up, per se, but she’s going to...
Going Home By Maggie the Kitten O'Malley Dedicated to a pair of angels that I love with all my heart ************************************************************************ Jenny the soap maiden was slinging boxes as usual, half paying attention to the customer's order and half lost in her everyday dream world. Her job as a warehouse order filler was important to her for at least two reasons: food and shelter. If she wanted these things in the world, she needed money to have...
Introduction: Soldier returns home to his young wife *This story was inspired by watching the Veteran Day tribute to the soldiers on ESPN. It showed soldiers coming home to their families after being gone for long periods of time. So I decided to do a tribute myself. The characters in this story are based on real people. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy, jdm320 Corporal Jeff McAdams threw his bag over his shoulder as he walked out of the Afghan village of Zaranj, towards the Huey waiting...
The wife, Stacy, carries on sexually in front of her husband, fully participating as this stranger pounds his large cock into her pussy and she exclaims loudly for him to bury it deeper and to cum in her pussy. I don’t know if solipsistic is going to conclude the storyline or leave it hanging, but this is my own ending of the storyline. I wrote what I and other husbands would actually do in real life, not the reactionary extreme of cutting off Todd’s penis and balls to render him useless,...
My wife, Traci, was a real piece of ass when I met her. It was my first job out of college, a newly hired engineer in a large defense-consulting firm in Washington, DC. Actually, like most such companies, it was located in Northern Virginia, Alexandria, to be precise. She was a secretary, like the hosts of other little honeys from the hinterland who make their way to this white-collar mecca every year. She was from a crop a few years earlier, and so she was an established honey. She wasn't my...
Copyright© 2003 A certain young sheik of Algiers Said to his harem, "My dears, Though you may think it odd of me, I'm tired of just sodomy Let's try straight fucking." (loud cheers!) I do not remember where or when it started. At least, not to the exact day or even the week. Yet I do remember the specific day that it started for just my family and I. Some called it a biological terror, others called it a chemical attack - all would agree that it did more damage to the whole...
Dale sat at the dining table in the dining room of the care home with Mary and Jennifer. All three were grannies and were sixty-eight-years-old and were at the care home because they couldn’t afford to own their own homes, and this was the cheapest care home in the area. Dale and Mary were long-time friends, but both had overspent on too many frivolous things couldn’t afford a better home and so were lucky to be offered places and jumped at the chance to go into the residential care home. They...
SpankingWorking in a nursing home sometimes can be very depressing. Most of the residents have long term illnesses and are either bed ridden or are confined to wheel chairs. There are many different kinds of people that work at a nursing home. There are nurses, doctors, aides, dietary aides, maintenance people, and recreation coordinators. The nursing home is usually very busy during the day and afternoon hours. Visiting time is until eight o'clock in the evening. Families and friends visit most days....
SpankingAn Afternoon in Her Home: Master, Mistress, Maid (Master): It's Friday afternoon, during those anticipated hours when work is becoming an afterthought, and attention turns toward the weekend. And I am enjoying every minute. Tami's bright pink lips are wrapped around my cock, slurping noisily. As she pushes my shaft deeper into her mouth, into her throat, I look down in ecstasy and see her staring up to me. She gets that mischievous glint in her eye before gulping me down deeply...
Chapter 11 Winnisimmet was a flutter of activity for the Finn Family compared with London. Michael Finn and his fiance Courtney Bollinger had the luxury of spending their summer alone, in a different country, among people who detested them for no reason other than they weren't British. It wasn't anything new to Michael, but for Courtney it was tiring and made her long for home after just three days there. They were lucky to have been given free reign over a historic townhouse owned...