تسجيل الدخول******Lily’s POV**The near-discovery with Aunt Clara should have scared us into stopping.Instead it only made everything sharper.Uncle Frank started finding me in places that felt deliberately dangerous. The risk itself became part of the pull—the constant possibility that someone could turn a corner, open a door, or simply look too closely at the wrong moment. Every encounter after that carried the same low, electric fear: we will get caught.It began in the upstairs hallway the next afternoon.Mom was in the living room with Baby Daniel. Rachel and Aunt Clara were in the kitchen arguing lightly over the seating chart for the naming ceremony. I had gone upstairs to “get a charger.” Frank intercepted me near the linen closet, pushed me inside the narrow space, and shut the door most of the way. The closet smelled of clean cotton and detergent. He had my dress up and my panties shoved aside in seconds. One hard thrust buried him inside my still-tender pussy. He fucked me in short,
******Lily’s POV**The near-miss with Aunt Clara left both of us wired and reckless.Frank locked the door again the second we were sure she had gone downstairs. The money from the day before, the lies to Mom, the risk of the whole family being in the house—none of it stopped what happened next. He sat on the edge of the large bed, freed his already hard cock, and looked at me with the same dark focus he had worn when he first ordered me to my knees.“Come here.”I went.He didn’t let me ease into it this time. The moment my lips parted he pushed forward, sliding the thick, curved head over my tongue and straight toward the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in hard. I choked, eyes watering instantly, hands coming up to his thighs. He held still for only a second before he started thrusting in short, deliberate strokes that kept testing the same spot.“You have a huge gag reflex,” he muttered, voice low. “We’re fixing that.”Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as he pushed
****Lily’s POV**Uncle Frank looked down at the state he had left me in—palms still pressed to the wall of his marital bedroom, dress bunched around my waist, ass leaking his cum in slow warm trails down my thighs, cheeks still wet from the tears he had pulled out of me.He gave a low, dark chuckle.“You are such a bitch. See the way your whole body is reacting.”I could only breathe against the wall, legs trembling. He stepped away for a moment, opened a drawer, and came back with a folded stack of bills. He pressed the money into my hand without counting it in front of me.“It’s for you. Buy whatever you want. You deserve it.”I collected the money in a hurry, fingers closing around the thick fold, and walked out of the room on shaky legs. Every step made his cum shift and threaten to run further down my thighs. I kept my dress smoothed down as best I could and headed for the stairs.One of the maids was in the hallway carrying a basket of laundry. She stared at me a second too lon
****Lily’s POV**Frank kept me pinned against the wall of his marital bedroom, my back pressed to the cool surface, his thick cock still buried deep in my pussy after we had both come. My legs trembled around his waist. His cum and my own wetness made every small shift slick and filthy. For a moment we stayed like that, breathing hard, the risk of the empty house settling over us again.Then he pulled out.The sudden emptiness made me whimper. He didn’t give me time to recover. He turned me around so I faced the wall, grabbed both of my wrists, and placed my palms flat against the plaster.“Hold the wall,” he ordered, voice low and rough.I obeyed. My dress was still hiked up around my waist. My panties remained shoved to the side, soaked and useless. Frank stepped in close behind me. I felt the wet head of his cock drag downward, sliding through the mess between my legs before pressing against the tighter rim of my ass.I tensed.He pushed forward with steady pressure, the thick, cu
** **Lily’s POV**After everything, I took a long, thorough bath.I stood under the hot water until my skin turned pink, scrubbing away the evidence of the three of them from my thighs, my ass, my still-tender pussy. The mirror showed the faint bruises on my hips and the slight redness around my mouth. I didn’t linger on any of it. I dried off, put on clean underwear and a soft dress that sat loosely on my body, and went downstairs to wait for the family.They were still gone.One of the maids was already in the kitchen starting dinner preparations. I joined her without being asked. Chopping vegetables, stirring pots, setting the table for a full house that might not even come home hungry—it gave my hands something to do while my mind kept drifting back to the centre table and the way all three of them had used me. The maid chatted lightly about the naming ceremony and how busy the house would be next weekend. I answered when necessary and kept working.My phone buzzed while I was p
Lily’s POVI was still lying limp on the centre table, legs spread, pussy overflowing with the mixed loads of all three of them, when Uncle Martins looked at the other two and gave a short nod.“All three,” he said simply.Frank and Leo didn’t need more explanation.They moved in around me. Hands lifted my hips and turned me carefully onto my side on the wide table, then adjusted me again until I was half on my back, half supported by their arms. My body felt heavy and used, but the second I understood what they intended my pulse kicked hard under my skin.Martins stayed at my head. He rubbed the thick, still-wet head of his cock against my lips until I opened for him, then slid deep into my mouth again. At the same time Frank pushed back into my cum-slick pussy in one smooth stroke. The stretch made me moan around Martins’ cock. Before I could even adjust, Leo pressed the fat head of his cock against the tighter rim of my ass—still loose and slippery from earlier—and began to push.T







