Unlikely Wombat's Den

I finally found out that my fiancée was a massive slut as a result of a vacation she took. I had been unable to get the time off work, but she was desperate to get away from the city for a while, so she decided to go on her own. I don't really want to relive all the thoughts I had at the time, so I'll tell the story by simply providing you with the message log from my own phone. Babe 23 June 7:28 Hey, baby… just wanted to find out if you made it to the hotel alright. I know how much you hate flying, so you probably zonked out as soon as you got there. 23 June 10:28 OMG! I am so sorry! I completely forgot! 😅 I was so excited to start looking around that I've barely even looked at my phone all day! But yeah, I got here fine! That's okay, babe. I know how spacey you get sometimes. I've never heard you sound so excited about anything before. I kno...

Things between me and my sister settled into a strange kind of normal after that first mostly-naked online video-chat come mutual masturbation session. Every week, without fail, Kate and I would get naked in front of our computers, get ourselves off while watching the other, then we'd spend a few hours talking about anything and everything. I don't know how she felt about things, but I wasn't overly keen to risk doing something stupid and fucking things up if I went to see her in person. Honestly, she might only have been okay with what we were doing because of the safety of being in a completely different suburb to me. I found out how wrong I was about that a few weeks later. It was a Wednesday, and everything was going as normal for me. I was doing some study for my uni course, struggling to understand the dense textbook, when my phone buzzed and played the notification sound. I ignored it because I knew that I'd never get back to the books if I checked on the n...

My older sister and I were more like strangers than siblings. The ten-year age difference meant that there wasn't much that we were able to do together when I was growing up. By the time I was able to hold up my end of a conversation, Kate had discovered boys and booze and wanted nothing to do with playing Nintendo with her little brother. It was something of a hardship to grow up with an absolutely stunning older sister. In both senses of the word. I was perpetually hard whenever I was around her, and I couldn't bring any friends around without them drooling over her the whole time. I couldn't even blame them because, while we might not have been particularly close as siblings, but I couldn't ignore the mild sense of guilt that filled me every time I spent an evening jerking off and imagining what she looked like naked. Everything started to change after the virus-that-shall-not-be-named hit just after my eighteenth birthday. Kate found herself suddenly unemployed ...

I finally found a job because of a selfie Mum sent me on Messenger. I heard the alert tone from my phone and, as I unlocked the screen, her message appeared next to the bubble. Mum Outfit check, Honey? She was a highly sought-after consultant and she was away on the east coast, having been hired by some corporation to work her magic to fix their nosediving morale. Despite her years of experience and the high praise she'd received for her work, she was still somewhat nervous every time she started a new project. I opened the app and glanced at the photo, fully intent on sending back a generic reply, telling her that she looked fine. But, as nice as Mum's outfit looked, something at the side of the picture grabbed my attention. Because the shower stall was made of glass, I could see a dildo suction-cupped to the wall. I stared at that dildo for a long, long time. It wasn't until I saw the typing indicator — ...