登入Chapter 2The vacuum had stopped, the last set of footsteps had faded down the main corridor ten minutes ago, outside the office window the sky was turning the flat grey of early evening. Sister Anne still stood where Father Timothy had left her, her mouth tasted like him, the front of her habit was damp from earlier, she could feel the wetness between her legs every time she shifted her weight.Timothy closed the laptop, stood, and walked to the door, he turned the lock, the click was loud in the quiet room, he tested the handle once, then faced her.“Come here.”She walked to the desk, he didn’t wait for her to speak, he turned her around by the shoulders and pushed her forward until her hips hit the edge of the wood. Papers slid, a pen rolled off and hit the floor, he grabbed the skirt of her habit with both hands and yanked, the fabric tore along the side seam with a sharp sound, he shoved the ruined material up over her hips, dragged her undergarments down to her knees, and left
Chapter 1The hallway outside Father Timothy’s office was quiet, most of the students had gone home an hour ago. A distant vacuum cleaner hummed somewhere on the second floor, sister Anne stood in front of the door with a manila folder pressed against her chest, her palms were damp, she had told herself she would just hand over the papers, say good afternoon, and leave, that was her plan.She knocked once.“Come in.”She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, but it didn’t latch properly, it never did. The office smelled like old paper, coffee, and the faint starch of his clerical shirt. Father Timothy sat behind the desk in black, collar still fastened, reading something on his laptop. He looked up, his eyes moved over her habit, the white wimple, the simple silver cross at her throat, then back to her face.“Sister Anne, those the records from Sister Margaret?”“Yes, Father.” She walked to the desk and set the folder down, her fingers brushed the edge of the wood and staye
Chapter 4They stayed on the couch longer than they should have.Sophia’s body was still loose and heavy from coming, Liam’s cum leaked out of her in a slow, warm trickle that ran down the inside of her thigh and onto the cushion. The living room smelled thickly of sex—sweat, her wetness, the sharp scent of what he had left inside her, the movie kept playing, volume low, dialogue continuing like nothing had happened on this exact couch, outside, the wind pushed at the windows, the house was still empty, for now.Liam’s arm was thrown over his eyes, his chest rose and fell hard, Sophia lay on her side facing him, one leg still partly hooked over his, the sticky evidence of what they had done cooling on her skin. She could feel the ache between her legs, the stretch from how big he had been, the faint throb that hadn’t fully faded. Marks from his fingers showed on her hips in dull red.The silence stretched.Then Liam dropped his arm and looked at her. His voice came out rough, strippe
Chapter 3Sophia lay on her back on the couch, thighs still open, body trembling from the orgasm he had just pulled out of her with his mouth. Her breathing was uneven, while the movie kept playing, the sound low and distant. Outside, the wind moved against the house. The living room already smelled like sex.Liam stayed over her for a moment, looking down, with his mouth wet with her, his cock strained hard against his sweatpants, he didn’t ask, he just pushed the waistband down, taking his underwear with it. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, flushed dark at the head, a clear bead of wetness already at the tip.Sophia stared at it.She was still lying there, naked from the waist down, T-shirt long gone, panties somewhere on the floor. She looked at her cousin’s cock and felt her pussy clench around nothing, it was bigger up close than it had felt against her through fabric, thick enough that she knew it would stretch her and that thought sent another slow pulse through her.Liam wr
Chapter 2The silence after her words lasted only a few heartbeats.Liam moved.His hand came up fast, fingers sliding into the hair at the back of her neck, and he pulled her in. The kiss was hard, almost angry, the kind of kiss that said he had been holding himself back too long and had finally lost. His mouth opened against hers, tongue pushing in, and Sophia made a small startled sound that melted into something lower and pleased. She kissed him back with equal force, competitive even now, teeth catching his bottom lip.The movie kept playing behind them. Some familiar stretch of dialogue rolled on but waas ignored.She shifted without breaking the kiss, swung one knee over his thighs, and settled into his lap. The oversized T-shirt rode up immediately. Her bare thighs bracketed his hips. The soaked crotch of her panties pressed directly against the hard ridge of his cock through the soft fabric of his sweatpants. She could feel every thick inch of him. She rolled her hips onc
Chapter 1The front door shut with a solid, final click.Liam’s parents and Sophia’s parents had left in a hurry, leaving them with last-minute instructions. They were going on boat festival overnight on the water. “Don’t burn the house down." Mom had repeated over and over again. Sophia had stood in the entryway in her oversized T-shirt, arms loosely crossed, and watched them go. The second the lock turned, the house changed temperature. Not literally of course. Just in the way empty houses do when the adults are gone and two people who shouldn’t be thinking certain thoughts are left behind.She padded into the living room on bare feet. Liam was already there, dropping onto the left side of the big couch like he always did. The lamp in the corner threw warm light across the couch and the low table. The television waited, black screen reflecting the two of them in distorted shapes.“Finally,” Sophia said, voice light, competitive edge already showing. “No parents.”Liam huffed a quie







