THE ARRIVAL

Chapter 16

Lena’s POV

The clock on the wall seemed to mock us. Mom’s plane had landed earlier than expected, and her text said she was already in a cab heading home. We had maybe forty-five minutes.

The house looked mostly normal on the surface — fresh sheets on the beds, windows open to let in the ocean breeze, surfaces wiped down — but the air still carried a faint, lingering scent of sex no amount of cleaning could fully erase.

My body ached with exhaustion and leftover pleasure. Every step reminded me of the weekend’s excesses.

Julian paced the living room like a caged lion, his jaw tight. Oliver leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed, trying to look casual but failing. Ava lounged on the couch in a modest sundress she’d changed into, though the wicked gleam in her eyes hadn’t faded.

“We play it cool,” Julian said firmly. “No slips. Kate suspects something but she doesn’t know. We keep it that way.”

Ava smiled lazily. “For now.”

My heart raced as I heard the familiar sound of tires on the gravel driveway. Headlights swept across the windows. Mom was home.

I rushed to the door with the others trailing behind. Mom stepped out of the cab looking tired but happy, suitcase in hand. She looked exactly the same — beautiful, trusting, completely unaware. Guilt hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Lena!” She pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my cheek. “I missed you so much. The conference was exhausting.” She hugged Oliver next, then Julian, lingering in his arms a moment. Ava got a warm embrace too.

“Thank you for staying with them, Ava. I feel so much better knowing you were here.”

Ava’s smile was perfect. “Anything for you, Helen. The kids were angels.”

We helped bring her bags inside. Mom chatted about the conference as we moved to the living room, but I caught her nose wrinkling slightly.

“It smells… different in here. Did you burn candles or something?”

My stomach dropped. Julian answered smoothly. “Just some cleaning. We aired the place out.”

Mom nodded, but her eyes scanned the room — the slightly crooked pillow on the couch, a faint red mark on my neck I’d tried to cover with makeup. She didn’t say anything, but the suspicion from her earlier calls lingered in her gaze.

Dinner was awkward. We ordered takeout and sat around the table like the perfect blended family. Mom asked questions about the weekend. We lied through our teeth — beach walks, movies, nothing special.

Ava played her part beautifully, laughing at the right moments, but under the table her foot kept brushing mine, then Oliver’s. Julian’s hand rested on Mom’s knee, but his eyes kept flicking to me with dark promise.

After dinner, Mom went upstairs to unpack. The moment her bedroom door closed, Ava pulled me into the hallway powder room and locked the door.

“We have to be quick,” she whispered, pushing me against the sink. She dropped to her knees, yanked my shorts down, and buried her face between my legs. Her tongue attacked my clit with practiced skill, two fingers thrusting deep inside me.

The wet sounds were muffled but filthy. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, gripping the counter as she ate me out with desperate hunger.

I came fast and hard, thighs shaking around her head. Ava stood up, kissing me so I could taste myself on her lips. “Good girl. We’ll continue later.”

We slipped out just as Mom came downstairs for water. She paused, looking between us.

“Everything okay?”

“Perfect,” Ava said sweetly.

The night dragged with close calls. Mom went to bed early, exhausted from travel. The four of us waited an hour, then met in the guest room farthest from the master bedroom. The risk made everything hotter.

Ava pushed me onto the bed first. She stripped me quickly and climbed between my legs, licking and fingering me while Julian and Oliver watched, stroking themselves. The bed creaked softly under us. I had to bite a pillow to muffle my moans as Ava brought me to another orgasm.

Then Julian took me. He bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me from behind with deep, powerful strokes. The wet slapping of his hips against my ass was dangerously loud. Oliver silenced me by feeding his cock into my mouth. Ava played with my breasts and clit, whispering filthy encouragement.

“Take Daddy’s cock while your mom sleeps down the hall,” she purred. “Such a naughty daughter.”

Julian came inside me with a low groan. Oliver followed in my mouth. Ava finished herself off watching us, fingers buried deep in her own pussy.

We cleaned up frantically and slipped back to our rooms. But sleep was impossible. Around 2 a.m., Oliver snuck into my room. We fucked quietly — slow, deep thrusts, my face buried in the pillow to muffle sounds. The bed creaked faintly with every movement. He came inside me again before sneaking back out.

At 4 a.m., Julian appeared. He took me in the master bathroom while Mom slept in the next room. I rode him on the edge of the tub, biting his shoulder to stay silent as the pleasure built. The risk of Mom waking up made me come harder than ever.

By morning, we were all running on fumes and adrenaline. Mom came downstairs looking refreshed. “I feel so much better being home. Let’s have a family breakfast.”

We sat down together. Mom’s eyes kept darting between us. “You all seem… close. Closer than when I left.”

Ava smiled innocently. “We had a great weekend.”

Under the table, Ava’s hand found my thigh again. Julian’s foot brushed mine. Oliver’s fingers traced patterns on my knee.

Mom’s phone rang — work. She stepped into the other room to take the call.

The second she was gone, Ava dropped under the table. She pulled my shorts aside and licked my pussy right there at the breakfast table while Julian and Oliver watched, hands on their cocks under the table. The risk was insane. Mom’s voice carried from the next room.

I came silently, biting my hand, juices coating Ava’s tongue.

Mom returned just as Ava slipped back into her seat, licking her lips discreetly. “Everything alright?”

“Perfect,” I said, voice shaky.

The day continued with stolen moments. Quick fingering in the hallway while Mom was in the shower. A blowjob for Oliver in the garage. Julian fucking Ava quickly in his study while Mom napped upstairs.

The tension was unbearable. Every close call made the sex hotter, but the fear of discovery grew. Mom’s suspicion was building. She kept asking questions, noticing little things — a hickey I missed covering, the way we looked at each other.

By evening, as we sat for dinner, Mom put her fork down.

“Alright. Something is going on here. I can feel it. Someone tell me the truth. Now.”

The table fell silent. My heart stopped. Julian’s hand tightened on his glass. Ava’s eyes sparkled with dark excitement. Oliver looked ready to bolt.