Little Big Man
I heard her coming down the stairs. The basement was dark, except for the glow of the television and the screen of my laptop, and she cursed as she missed the last step. She stumbled over to where I was sitting and spoke with a sultry voice."Watcha doing in the dark, little guy," she giggled, "watching something interesting?""Just hanging out," I replied.She stood looking at me, hands on her hips, with a sly smile on her pretty face.At nineteen Karen was a good-looking girl. She was about...
Incest