MasukMy mom left for her business trip at 6 AM Friday. By 6:30, Marcus had me bent over the kitchen counter.I'd heard her car pull out of the driveway. Heard the sound fade as she drove away. Waited maybe thirty seconds.Then I'd gone downstairs in just his t-shirt and my underwear.Found him in the kitchen making coffee.We'd looked at each other.And the pretense dropped.He crossed to me in three strides. Grabbed my face. Kissed me like he'd been starving for it."Three days," he said against my mouth."Three days," I agreed."We have three days to get this out of our systems.""And then?""And then we stop. For real this time."We both knew it was a lie.But we said it anyway. Like saying it would make it true.His hands were already under the t-shirt. Pulling down my underwear. Turning me around.I braced my hands on the counter. Felt him behind me. Felt his cock pressing against me."Tell me you want this," he said."I want this. Please. Stop making me wait."He pushed inside in one
"You want me," she said. Not a question. A statement of fact."Yes.""Then have me."She pushed me back into my desk chair. Straddled me before I could think.Her shorts rode up. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear."This is insane," I said even as my hands went to her hips."I know."She kissed me. I kissed her back. Gave up on fighting.She ground against me. I groaned into her mouth."We don't have much time," she said."I know."She stood up long enough to strip off her shorts and underwear. Straddled me again. Positioned herself.Sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion.We both groaned.She was still tight. Still adjusting. But looser than yesterday. Her body learning what this felt like. Learning me."Fuck," I breathed. "You feel incredible.""So do you." She started moving. Rolling her hips. Finding a rhythm.I watched her. Couldn't take my eyes off her. The way her tits bounced under her tank top. The way she bit her lip when I hit a good
"Jesus Christ," I hissed, grabbing her ankle. "Your mother is right upstairs.""I know." But she didn't pull away. "Does that make it hotter?""It makes it insane.""That's not a no."The shower shut off upstairs.I released her ankle. She withdrew her foot. We both shifted to look casual and normal as Rachel came downstairs a few minutes later."Morning!" She was bright and cheerful. Kissed my cheek. Smiled at Ava. "What's everyone up to today?""Work," I said."School stuff," Ava added."Boring. Well, I have errands to run. Will you two be okay on your own?""We'll survive," I said.If she only knew.---I locked myself in my home office and tried to work.Tried being the operative word.I couldn't focus. Couldn't think about anything except Ava.The way she'd looked yesterday. The sounds she'd made. How she'd felt.I pulled up a spreadsheet. Stared at numbers that meant nothing.My mind kept drifting back. Replaying it from my perspective.*The way she'd looked when I'd first pushe
MARCUSI fucked my girlfriend's nineteen-year-old daughter in the bed I share with her mother. And the worst part? I'd do it again.I was lying awake at six in the morning, staring at the ceiling, while Rachel slept peacefully beside me. Completely oblivious. Completely trusting.Completely unaware that I'd taken her daughter's virginity in these same sheets less than twenty-four hours ago.The guilt was crushing. A physical weight on my chest that made it hard to breathe.I was a monster. I was everything wrong with the world. A forty-two-year-old man who couldn't keep his hands off a teenager. Who'd looked at his girlfriend's daughter and seen an opportunity instead of a line that should never be crossed.I'd betrayed Rachel. Betrayed every standard of decency I'd ever held.And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that my cock was hard thinking about it.I could still smell Ava on the sheets. That sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. Could still feel her. The
"It hurts," I admitted."I know. Give it a minute. Your body needs to adjust."He held still. Perfectly still. Despite what I could see in his face—the strain, the tension, the desperate need to move.He was holding back for me.His thumb found my clit. Rubbed gentle circles."Focus on this," he said. "Focus on how good this feels."It did feel good. The pleasure cutting through the pain. Making it bearable. Almost good."Okay," I said after a moment. "Okay, you can move.""You sure?""Yes. Please. I need—I need you to move."He pulled back slowly. Just an inch. Then pushed back in.I gasped. The drag of him against my inner walls was intense. Foreign. But not entirely bad.He did it again. Slow withdrawal. Slow thrust back in."How does that feel?" he asked."Different. Strange. But—" I bit my lip. "Good. I think. Do it again."He did. Establishing a rhythm. Slow and steady. Giving my body time to adjust. To accommodate. To learn what this felt like.And gradually—so gradually—the pa
I came with his name on my lips. Hard and fast and overwhelming.But he didn't stop.Kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept fucking me with his fingers until I was coming again, even harder this time."Please," I begged when I could finally speak. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."He looked up at me. His chin was wet. His eyes were dark."Are you sure?""I've never been more sure of anything."He reached for his nightstand. Got a condom. Rolled it on.He positioned himself between my legs.The head of his cock pressed against me, and I felt my breath catch.This was it. This was actually happening."Look at me," he said.I did. His eyes were so dark, pupils blown wide, and I could see everything in them—want and guilt and tenderness and hunger all mixed together."This is going to hurt," he said. "At first. But I'll go slow. And if it's too much, if you need me to stop, you tell me. Okay?""Okay.""I need to hear you say it, Ava. Say you'll tell me if it's too much.""I'll tell you,"
Then I set to work properly.I ate her like I was starving—tongue circling her clit, fingers pumping inside her, exploring every fold and sensitive spot. She tasted incredible, and the sounds she made were pure perfection.When her first orgasm hit, her back arch
My cunt clenched so hard I almost moaned. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide how wet I already was.“You’re sick,” I whispered.“Yeah.” He reached out, dragged one finger along my inner thigh—slow, feather-light, stopping just before my soaked panties. “And you’re soaked thinking about it.
1Emily's POVI’ve hated my stepbrother since the day Mom married his dad. Hated how cocky he is, how his gym-rat body fills every doorway like he owns the space, how he smirks like he already knows every filthy thought I’ve ever had about him. But mostly I hate that I touch myself to the idea of h
Emily's POV**I told myself I could handle it. That I could edge for a week, keep my mouth shut, walk away with my pride and the video gone forever. But lying in bed after the couch incident, thighs still slick, clit so swollen it hurt to close my legs, I already knew I was lying to myself. E







