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**Group Pressure**
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2026-10-01 13:51:02
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But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like **Group Pressure**
**Lily’s POV**Night two of the reunion the house finally loosened.Music from the backyard barbecue still drifted through the open windows even after most of the older relatives had gone to bed. Aunt Clara and the aunts had retired early. Mom and Kara were in the master bedroom discussing leftover logistics in low voices. The uncles had claimed the living-room couches with glasses of something strong. That left the upstairs quieter than it had any right to be.I was sent to the far guest room for an extra phone charger someone had left behind.I should have known better.The door locked behind me less than ten seconds after I stepped inside. Daniel was already there. Marcus, Jordan, and Caleb followed in a loose, deliberate group. Ethan came last, expression tight with the same jealous heat he had carried since the laundry room. Five of them. The room was dim, lit only by the bedside lamp. Music from outside covered smaller sounds.“Rules,” Ethan said quietly, looking at the others.
But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like : Ethan’s Claim**
****Lily’s POV**The laundry room sat at the back of the house, half a level down from the main hallway, far enough from the living-room noise that the reunion felt muffled. I had been sent for the last stack of clean towels before the evening barbecue. The dryer was still running its final cycle, the low hum covering smaller sounds.I never heard him come in.Ethan closed the door behind him, turned the lock, and had me against the washing machine before I could speak. His mouth was hard, jealous, full of every look the cousins had given me since they arrived and every second he had spent watching them do it. One hand shoved my dress up to my waist. The other yanked my underwear down just far enough.“You let them touch you again,” he said against my lips. Not a question.I didn’t deny it. His fingers slid between my legs and found the evidence—still slick from Daniel and Marcus in the closet only hours earlier. Ethan made a low, angry sound and pushed two fingers inside me roughly.
But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like Old Habits**
**Lily’s POV**The reunion settled into the house like humidity.By the second evening the guest rooms were full, the refrigerator was packed, and the backyard lights were already strung for the weekend barbecue. Mom moved from task to task with determined cheerfulness. Kara had claimed the role of unofficial hostess. Aunt Clara kept finding small things to criticize. Rachel watched everything—and me most of all.I was sent to the upstairs hallway closet for more spare blankets.I never made it back with them.A hand closed around my wrist from the shadowed alcove near the linen cupboard and pulled me sideways. Daniel’s body blocked the light first. Marcus stepped in behind me and eased the partially open door shut until only a crack of hallway remained. The narrow space smelled of detergent and the faint cologne both of them still wore.“You didn’t think we’d wait the whole visit,” Daniel said under his breath.Marcus’s hands were already under the back of my dress, sliding up bare t
But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like The House Fills**
****Lily’s POV**They started arriving just after noon.First came the black SUV with Uncle Frank behind the wheel and Aunt Clara in the passenger seat, spine straight, expression already judgmental. Rachel climbed out of the back with a small suitcase and the same sharp eyes that had almost caught me weeks earlier. Mom greeted them on the front steps with the warm hostess smile she used for every family gathering. I stood slightly behind her, scarf unnecessary now that we were home, and felt the old tension slide straight back under my skin.Frank’s gaze found me over Mom’s shoulder and held for half a second too long before he looked away and accepted the welcome hug. Clara’s embrace for me was brief and cool.“You look… settled,” she said.“I am.”Rachel simply nodded once, already scanning the house like she expected to find evidence of everything she suspected.The next cars brought the rest.Uncle Leo and Uncle Martins arrived together, quiet and heavy in the way I remembered.
But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like **: Private Preparations**
**Lily’s POV**The days after the announcement moved too quickly and too slowly at the same time.Mom started lists—guest rooms, extra towels, grocery runs, who would sleep where. Kara threw herself into planning a backyard setup like the reunion was a party she could control. Ethan and Mark handled the practical things: clearing the garage, checking the outdoor furniture, moving boxes out of the spare rooms. I was assigned the linens and the endless folding, which kept me in open spaces where everyone could see me and no one could touch me.The new rules held in public.In private, they frayed.Ethan found me in the upstairs hallway on the third afternoon while Mom and Kara were at the store. He didn’t speak. He simply pulled me into the linen closet, shut the door, and kissed me like he was still angry about every man who had come before him. His hands shoved my shorts down just far enough. Two fingers pushed inside me, rough and quick, while his mouth stayed on mine to keep me quie
But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like Dinner Announcement
**Lily’s POV** Dinner that night felt like a performance none of us had rehearsed. Mom had cooked something simple and comforting—roast chicken, rice, green beans. Kara talked the entire time about her last advisor meeting and the group project that was finally done. I smiled when I was supposed to, passed dishes when asked, and kept my eyes on my plate longer than necessary. Every shift in my chair reminded me of the morning: Ethan’s cock in my pussy, Mark’s in my ass, the new rules still warm under my skin. Ethan sat across from me. He looked ordinary. Calm. Like he hadn’t spent the late morning buried inside me while his father took me from behind. Mark occupied the head of the table the way he always did, steady and unreadable, the same man who had locked the bedroom door and told me who I was allowed to open my legs for. The conversation stayed light until the plates were nearly empty. Mark set his fork down, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and glanced around the table like he
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