...appeared the matron gasped in surprise and shuffled her backside off the sofa. “My heavens, I can’t remember the last time we had all four of you over to visit,” Gustav’s mother said, kissing Tom and Bill on their cheeks and hugging them to her. “Where’s Georg?” Gustav asked, kissing his mother back. “In the den with your father, watching television while us girls have some time together...
...when she did wake instead of letting herself lounge in bed in Gustav’s strong, wonderful arms she forced herself to face the new day. Georg had been awake and making coffee in the kitchen, though Tom was still sleeping on the sofa, and after some gentle pleading he was willing to take her to her parents house, even though Gustav wasn’t yet awake. “Yeah, sure. Just roll down the window,” Georg...
I moved to Philly. I went back to Seattle twice. Then I started to build a life as a newly single person and flying to Seattle became increasingly impractical. I decided this was okay because, much... And when I do get to see friends from the Old Countries (plural), I have somewhere to take them. It hasn't always been easy. But I live where I live, and I love it here. That's a good place to come to
...could feel his sister grinding against his thigh and he knew she would be wet. So wet and ready and fuck he didn’t have any fucking condoms... “Wait,” he managed to gasp out, and Fran stopped automatically even though his own movements still rocked gently back and forth. “What?” Fran pulled her head away enough to get a look into her brother’s face. “What’s wrong?” She licked her lips...
...something through the bedroom door. It looked like a bundle of blue plastic. “What’s that?” Gustav rolled out the plastic which became a flat, blue rectangle. “It’s an inflatable camping bed. Tom’s got the sofa for the night as it’s too late to drive back to Hamburg. I thought I could sleep in here in case you woke up and needed to talk or something,” he said, standing up and brushing the...
...for the next couple of months, taking Humanoid City back on tour through Europe. Of course, Georg was late. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gustav said, unable to hide his smirk and Tom entered the room with a bottle of coca-cola in his hand. “Did you find out yet?” “He’s not saying,” Bill pouted towards his twin, and Tom rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Justchel. We haven’t seen...
Dishes had been washed, the cake eaten and presents opened and it was nearly eleven in the evening. Their parents had retired for the night and Gustav was getting ready to head out with his band mates...that way when a man kissed her, all dizzy and lightheaded and the swirly, almost nauseating feeling in her stomach but in a good way. And this was her brother. What am I going to do now?
Fran loved the autumn months. There was something about the season that enlivened her. Perhaps it was the chilly mornings after the months of hot, stifling weather that perked her up, or the fact...concrete of the patio. “Promise me you two won’t kill each other when I go out later?” Fran narrowed her eyes through the wisps of smoke, flicking the ash from her cigarette. “Make me an offer.”
"Finally we get chance to have some fun," Tom said, his enthusiasm revealed as a wide grin on his face. All four of the guys had piled into the large, black SUV and were headed towards a club. Bill pouted slightly at his twin. "What do you mean? The World Stage thing was fun," he said, nudging Tom across the seat with his high-heeled boot. "Yeah, but it's never as fun as just the four of...