Mag-log inHarper Ellis had never felt so alive.Two weeks after that first night in Lilaās apartment, Harper was living with her. The move had been casualāno big discussion, no dramatic conversation with her parents back in their small hometown.One text to Lila (āIām coming overā) and Harper had shown up at the door with a suitcase and a duffel bag full of textbooks she planned to pretend she still needed. Lila had smiled that slow, predatory smile and pulled her inside like she already owned the place.Now Harper woke up every morning to the sound of Lilaās voice in the kitchen, humming along to whatever indie playlist she had on loop. The queen beeās body was already in the bed beside hersālong blonde hair spilling across the pillow, one toned arm draped possessively over Harperās waist. Harper lay there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of Lilaās heart under her palm, and felt that familiar rush of something she couldnāt quite name. She was still a virgin in every way that mat
Lila Voss had always been the center of everything.At twenty-two she was the undisputed queen of Oakwood Universityās social scene. The campus queen bee. Every party, every club event, every late-night study break, every whispered rumor started or ended with her name. She ruled the sorority house like it was her kingdom, the basketball team like it was her court, and the entire campus like it was her personal stage. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves down her back, her green eyes sparkled with calculated mischief, and her bodyātoned from hours at the gym and sunbathing at the lakeāwas always on perfect display in tiny skirts and crop tops that left little to the imagination.She had never had to try. People just wanted to be near her.But for the first time in two years, Lila was bored.She lounged on the oversized sectional in the sorority common room, scrolling through her phone with one hand while the other held a half-empty bottle of vodka. Her closest friend and vic
The next morning started like any other, except nothing about it was ordinary.Mom had made coffee and toast at 6:45 a.m., the same way she had for seven years. She moved quietly around the kitchen in her hospital scrubs, avoiding eye contact. Ava sat at the island in nothing but one of Dadās old button-downs that barely covered her ass, legs crossed, scrolling on her phone with one hand while the other stroked the inside of her thigh. Mia sat beside her sister, wearing fresh leggings and an oversized sweater, but the fabric felt too thin. Every time she shifted, she could still feel the ache between her legs, the sticky residue of Dadās cum drying on her skin.Dad was already gone for the day. He had left at 7:02 a.m. with a kiss to Momās cheek and a final look over his shoulder that made both sistersā stomachs flip. āIāll be back at six. Weāre going to dinner. Family dinner. No excuses.āAva had answered with a smile so sweet it made Miaās skin crawl. āCanāt wait, Dad.āNow Mom
āTell me you feel it too,ā Ava whispered. āTell me youāve wanted this since you were fifteen.āMiaās breath hitched. āIāve wanted it since I was fourteen. The night he carried me on his shoulders after my first date and I felt him hard against my ass. I hated him then. I hated myself more but I wanted him. I still do.āAva moaned softly and kissed her. It was different this morning. Mia kissed her back, tasting last nightās kisses still on her sisterās tongue. Avaās hands slid under Miaās dress, fingers finding the dampness between her legs.āYouāre dripping again,ā Ava breathed against her mouth. āI can feel how wet you are for him.āMia rocked her hips against Avaās hand. āI want him inside me again. I want him to fuck me while you sit on his face and watch.āAvaās fingers pushed inside her. Mia gasped, head falling back. āTell me you want to share.āāI want to share,ā Mia whispered. āI want him to come in both of us at the same time. I want him to watch us kiss while he fucks
Morning light spilled through the half-open blinds of Avaās room, painting thin gold stripes across the tangled sheets and the naked bodies still entwined on the bed. Mia woke first, the way she always did when she needed to be the first to notice danger. Her head throbbed with a dull, pounding ache that had nothing to do with the four shots of vodka sheād downed the night before. Every inch of her skin felt raw and sensitive, especially between her legs. She could still feel Dadās mouth on her, his fingers inside her, the way he had growled her name like it was the only word he knew.Ava was curled against his chest on the other side, one leg thrown over his thigh, red dress crumpled on the floor beside the bed. Her mouth was open, lips swollen, breathing slow and even. Dad lay in the middle, one arm wrapped around Avaās waist, the other draped across Miaās back. His breathing was deeper than theirs, steady and satisfied.Mia tried to slip out from under his arm. His grip tighte
āIām notāāāYou are.ā Avaās hand slid down Miaās body, palm pressing between her legs. Mia gasped, hips jerking. āFeel how soaked you are for him. For us.āMiaās head fell back. A moan slipped out before she could stop it. āAva⦠we shouldnātā¦āAva kissed her. It was different from any kiss Mia had ever given her sisterāfierce, demanding, tongue sliding deep. Mia moaned into it, hands fisting in Avaās red dress.Dadās footsteps sounded on the stairs. He didnāt knock. He just opened the door.Both sisters looked at him. Avaās dress was already pulled up, one hand still between Miaās legs. Miaās shorts were pulled aside, fingers inside her. Avaās fingers were coated.Dadās eyes were black with hunger. āGood girls,ā he said, voice thick. āCome here.āHe crossed the room in three strides. One hand cupped Avaās face and kissed her hard. The other hand found Miaās jaw and tilted her face up for his kiss. Ava moaned when he touched her again. Mia made a broken sound when he kissed her.āO







