Novels by lilianbliss56

The next evening, the house felt charged with tension.June had spent most of the day in her room, barely speaking to Ethan. She had streamed a short solo tease earlier, telling her fans she had a “very special surprise” planned for tonight’s main show. The tips had already poured in, and her subscriber count was climbing fast.Ethan could not stop smiling. He walked into her room without knocking, finding June sitting at her vanity in a tiny pink baby doll lingerie set that barely covered anything.“Ready for our big debut together?” he asked, already hard just looking at her.June turned around slowly. Instead of the nervous, shy girl from yesterday, she gave him a sweet, almost innocent smile. “I have been thinking about it all day. My fans are really excited. I told them I am bringing on a special guest.”Ethan grinned and stepped closer, running his hand down her back to squeeze her ass. “Good girl. Remember, you do exactly what I say on camera. Got it?”June nodded obediently, b

June stayed on her knees in the living room, her soft lips stretched around Ethan’s thick cock. She bobbed her head slowly at first, still hesitant, still processing what was happening. Her eyes kept flicking up to his face, a mixture of shame and something hotter flickering in them.Ethan groaned deeply, one hand resting gently on the back of her head. “Fuck, June. You look so good like this. My quiet little stepsister sucking cock in the middle of the living room.”She pulled off for a moment, breathing hard, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the head of his cock. “This is insane, Ethan. We should not be doing this. What if Mom and Dad find out?”“They will not,” he said firmly, guiding her mouth back onto him. “Not if you keep being a good girl for me.”June whimpered around his shaft but kept sucking. She was getting bolder now, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet house as she worked him with her mouth. Her

June sat frozen on the far end of the couch, knees pulled tight to her chest, looking smaller than Ethan had ever seen her. The oversized hoodie she had quickly thrown back on after her stream suddenly seemed like the only armor she had left. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic as Ethan held up his phone again and pressed play on the short clip.The sound of her own voice filled the living room, breathy, and completely unrecognizable from the quiet girl he had lived with for the past six years.“Oh fuck… yes Daddy… I’m such a dirty little slut for you…”June’s hands started shaking in her lap. “Ethan… please. Delete that. I’m begging you.”Ethan leaned back against the couch cushions, trying to look more confident than he actually felt. His heart was pounding almost as hard as hers. “Why would I delete the most interesting thing I’ve seen in years? My quiet little stepsister June is secretly a cam girl. And a popular one, apparently.”June swallowed hard. “It’s just… it’s just onl

Ethan had always thought his stepsister was the quiet, innocent type.June was 21, two years younger than him. She barely left her room, always wore oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants around the house, and spent most of her time “studying” with her door locked. Their parents were away on a two-week cruise, leaving the big suburban house to just the two of them. Ethan figured she was just shy and awkward like she had always been.Until tonight.He came home late from the gym, sweaty and tired, and headed straight to the upstairs bathroom. June’s door was slightly cracked open, something she never did. A soft moan floated into the hallway.Ethan froze.Curious, he pushed the door open just a little more.June was on her bed, completely naked except for a tiny black thong pulled to the side. Her legs were spread wide toward her expensive webcam. Her perky tits bounced as she rode a thick, suction-cup dildo mounted on the headboard. Her long dark hair was messy, her face flushed, and

The basement air was thick with cigarette smoke, spilled gin, and the sharp bite of illegal whiskey. Red velvet curtains muffled the chaos of the main room while the jazz band upstairs pounded out a syncopated rhythm that vibrated through the floorboards. The speakeasy known only as The Red Rose was packed tonight, but the real action always happened in the back rooms.Elizabeth Monroe slipped through the heavy curtain wearing a shimmering silver silk dress that clung to every curve like liquid moonlight. The hem stopped scandalously high on her thighs, and long strands of pearls swung between her small breasts with every step. Her dark bob was pinned with diamond clips, lips painted a dangerous crimson. She looked every inch the carefree flapper, but her eyes scanned the room with sharp purpose.She was here for one reason: information on the man who had her brother killed.Instead, she found him.Dominic “Nico” Vale leaned against the polished mahogany bar like he owned the place, b

The weekend after the mixer felt like stepping into another world. Damien had texted her Friday afternoon with a simple message. Pack a bag. We are leaving campus for two days. Kenzie had smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. She packed light: one sundress, comfortable clothes, and nothing else. She knew she would not need much.He picked her up in his black SUV just after sunset. The city lights faded behind them as they drove north toward a quiet cabin he had rented on the edge of the lake. When they arrived, the cabin was perfect. Wooden beams, a huge stone fireplace, and a king bed that faced wide glass doors overlooking the water. Damien carried her bag inside, then pulled her into his arms the moment the door clicked shut.“No more games tonight,” he said, voice low. “I want all of you, Kenzie. Not just the brat who makes me jealous.”She melted against him. “Good. Because I am tired of pretending this is only sex.”They started slow for the first time. He undressed her piece by pie