MasukMarcus stared at the spot where the key had disappeared between Serena’s tits for a long second. Then a short, disbelieving laugh left him.“I should’ve known you two were up to something the second you called me in here.”He stood.Serena didn’t move. She just tilted her chin up, blue eyes challenging. “Took you long enough.”Marcus stepped in close, both hands diving straight into the front of her bra top. His fingers searched, brushed the metal of the key, but he didn’t pull it out right away. Instead he kept digging, palms full of soft flesh, until he finally hooked the second hand under the fabric and yanked the whole thing down.Serena’s heavy tits spilled free at the same time the key tumbled out into his palm. He looked at it once, then deliberately dropped it onto the floor with a soft clink.“Oops,” he muttered, and both hands were back on her bare breasts immediately—squeezing, lifting, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they tightened.Serena’s breath hitched. “Marcus
Serena’s fingers joined mine so we were both touching him at once—her hand lower, mine higher—working in opposite directions. His cock throbbed between our palms, thicker than it had felt earlier, the veins standing out under the stretched skin. A clear bead formed at the tip and slid down over my thumb.Mum’s spoon suddenly clattered against the floor.She started to lean down. “Oh, damn it—”Serena’s voice cut through the kitchen like a whip.“No, I’ll help you!”She was off her stool in a flash, his cock still half-exposed beneath the counter. She wiped her hands on her clothes, bent to grab the spoon, quickly wiped it with a napkin, and handed it back with a bright smile.“There you go, Mum. Can’t have you straining yourself.”Mum took it, looking mildly surprised. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re being so helpful today.”Serena slid back onto her stool, hand immediately returning under the counter to wrap around Marcus again. I met her eyes and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was
Marcus’s lips stayed locked on my breast, sucking deep and wet, tongue dragging over my nipple in slow, greedy pulls. Every time he released just enough to breathe, he went right back for more, the soft pop of his lips against my skin making my thighs press together.“Mmmmh... fuck... yes...” I moaned, fingers tight in his hair, holding him there. His hands never stopped squeezing, lifting, kneading both tits while he worked one nipple like he was trying to pull every sound out of me.Serena rose from her knees. I watched her over the top of Marcus’s head as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and started pushing them down slowly, hips swaying sexily. The fabric slid over the curve of her ass, revealing bare skin inch by inch.Marcus groaned against my breast, clearly aware of what she was doing, even while his mouth stayed busy.Then his phone rang.The sharp sound loud through the living room.“Fuck…” he whispered against my skin.He pulled back, my nipple leaving
Marcus’s lips stayed locked on my breast, sucking deep and wet, tongue dragging over my nipple in slow, greedy pulls. Every time he released just enough to breathe, he went right back for more, the soft pop of his lips against my skin making my thighs press together.“Mmmmh... fuck... yes...” I moaned, fingers tight in his hair, holding him there. His hands never stopped squeezing, lifting, kneading both tits while he worked one nipple like he was trying to pull every sound out of me.Serena rose from her knees. I watched her over the top of Marcus’s head as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and started pushing them down slowly, hips swaying sexily. The fabric slid over the curve of her ass, revealing bare skin inch by inch.Marcus groaned against my breast, clearly aware of what she was doing, even while his mouth stayed busy.Then his phone rang.The sharp sound loud through the living room.“Fuck…” he whispered against my skin.He pulled back, my nipple leaving
His hands tightened on my waist for a moment before he pushed me off his lap.Firm enough that I had to catch myself as I slid off his lap and landed on my feet. He stood in the same motion, one finger pointed at both of us, his eyes sharp.“That’s enough. I’m telling your mother the second she walks through that door.”Funny how we didn’t even flinch. Serena tilted her head, voice calm and almost amused.“What exactly are you going to tell her? That we’re trying to sleep with you? C’mon. We’re not kids.”I stepped closer, matching her tone. “Yeah. Go ahead. ‘Hey babe, your twenty-three-year-old daughters walked into my shower naked and then one of them sat on my lap.’ How do you think that conversation ends for you?”Marcus opened his mouth, then closed it again. The certainty on his face cracked just enough for us to see it.Serena moved first. She reached up and smoothed the front of his black T-shirt where I had wrinkled it earlier, fingers lingering a second longer.“Relax,” she
Marcus’s eyes dropped again—my hard nipples under the water. His cock was fully hard now, thick and veined, the head smooth and glistening.Serena reached for the soap like this was the most natural thing in the world. “We can share. No point wasting water.”She lathered her hands and started washing her own breasts slowly, eyes on him the whole time. I did the same, hands sliding over my wet skin, soap trailing down my stomach. The bathroom filled with the sound of water and our quiet breathing.Marcus’s voice came out tighter. “You two need to get out.”Serena’s hands kept moving. “Do we?”I stepped a little closer, close enough that the spray bounced between our bodies.“You haven’t made us leave yet.”His green eyes flicked between our faces, then lower again. The muscle in his jaw flexed hard. Water ran down the length of his cock, highlighting every thick inch.Serena’s voice dropped into that soft, filthy tone she only used when she was done playing. “We’re not asking you to do
THE WRONG SEND"Lena's pov"I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos.Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of
"Clothes off"------ The third night, Lucas didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, “Bedroom. Clothes off. All of them.” I gulped. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘hello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?’” “Clothes.
WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES."MIA'S POV"I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.My
"The Chaos Gremlin Strikes Back"The next evening I was a nervous wreck.I had spent the entire day overthinking everything. What if Lucas thought I was too loud? Too weird? Too much of a walking disaster? What if he changed his mind and decided the 24-year-old chaos gremlin next door wasn’t worth







