my sister the cum addict

It’s Cumming

Long ago, in another life, when I wrote erotica mainly to amuse myself (as opposed to now, when I do it to help pay the bills and only secondarily for entertainment), I wrote a short story that was intended to satirize the trashy, out-and-out incest pieces that made up a significant portion of internet erotica in the late 1990s. The story was called My Sister the Cum Addict, and it was about two siblings who discover an unusual method of breast enhancement. Though the fellow authors I had gotten friendly with got the satire, as did most of my regular readers, the story produced a reaction I didn’t anticipate: The incest crowd loved it and wanted more.

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So I wrote a second one, My Cousin’s Cum Diet, and a third, My Mother the Cum Magnate (note: that’s not a typo), trying to keep up with the satire but also trying to give the readers what they wanted.

Because these were not “Michael Dalton”–type stories, I published them under the same pseudonym I’d use to publish Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy, Richard Bissell.

Fast forward to now. The Cum series has lain dormant ever since, since I didn’t see any reason to republish it. But as I’ve become more well known as an indie author, my old fans are resurfacing, and they’ve begun asking about these stories. That, plus the unflagging popularity of step-sibling erotica made me think it might be worth brushing these off and updating them.My-Cousins-Sex-Diet-web

I did all that fairly quickly in early September and ordered some covers, which you see here. Naturally, with Amazon’s well-known sensibilities about this particular genre, I had to make some changes. But in doing so, I began to feel as if the series was unfinished. We end My Mother on
something of, if not a cliffhanger, at least some unfinished business: Jimmy and Kim looking to the future but unsure of what it holds.

Of course, once I began wondering about where they might end up, another story became inevitable. But the piece that I’ve spent the last two weeks writing, My Father the Sex Master, is a very different work. For one thing, it’s a lot longer—longer by at least 30% than the other three pieces combined. It’s also not in any way a satire (though it does carry forward some of the humorous elements of Book 3). It addresses Jimmy and Kim’s relationship in a much more straightforward fashion, which meant digging a long way into what they were thinking and feeling. What it turned into, believe it or not, was a ménage romance.My-Mother-the-Sex-Magnate-web

For those of you who have read the first three books, this one takes place two years after Book 3 ends, mostly over the course of Jimmy’s last college spring break. The titular father is the one who showed up at the end of Book 3, and his shadowy background plays a significant part in how this one unfolds. The third member of that ménage is a new character Jimmy and Kim meet on spring break in Florida.

My Father is a good book (or at least one I really enjoyed writing), but there are some rather My-father-the-sex-master-webstriking thematic inconsistencies between Book 1 and Book 4. Unfortunately, they’re inconsistencies I can’t resolve without a complete re-write of Books 1-3. That’s something I’m not inclined to attempt, and it isn’t what the readers clamoring for their re-release are asking for anyway.

I’m going to have the whole series available for pre-order on Amazon very shortly, staggered because I’m not 100% finished with Book 4 (it refuses to stop writing itself even though I keep thinking it’s done). But for those of you waiting for these, and those of you who haven’t read them yet, I promise it will be worth the wait.