LOGINStefan's POV
I palmed them again, skin to skin this time, hissing at the feel of her. So soft.So real. I squeezed, maybe too hard, wanting to leave my mark. My other hand dropped from her breast, sliding down over the flat plane of her stomach, through the fine dark hair at the apex of her thighs, and cupped her pussy through her panties.She gasped, her body jolting, and then... she instinctively adjusted her stance, widening her legs just a fraction. Giving me space. An open invitation."That's it," I murmured against her neck, my voice rough. I rubbed her through the lace, feeling the heat, the dampness already seeping through.She was soaked. So fucking wet for me. For her stepson. The hypocrisy, the betrayal, it was all just fuel for the fire.I turned her to face me, spinning her around. Her eyes were wide, dark pools of confusion and desire that mirrored my own. Her lips were slightly parted as she struggled to catch her breath. Before she could say aMy name is Lila. I grew up in the flat, sun-baked sprawl of West Texas, about thirty minutes from a town so small it barely had a name—Cottonwood. This was 2026, but out where we lived, time moved slower. The heat made everything lazy.We had a ranch, but “ranch” was a generous word. Two tired horses, a few chickens that ran free, and a single barn that leaned a little to the left. My dad worked remote IT support for a company in Dallas, which meant he was glued to his computer in a converted shed out back. Mom and I handled the animals and the house. Our closest neighbor was a mile down a dusty road. I grew up quiet, comfortable with silence, more at ease with horses and chickens than people.My social life was school, my phone, and church. Every Sunday, without fail, we’d pile into our old electric SUV and make the drive into Cottonwood for the 10 a.m. service at the New Hope Community Church. After, we’d hit the one decent grocery store to stock up for the week.School was my escap
Elise’s POVWithout hesitation, I slid my hand between my legs. I was soaked. I moaned as my fingers found my clit, circling it, showing him just how turned on I was by his commands."You like that, don't you?" he asked, stepping closer. "Being told what to do by your sister's son?""Yes," I gasped. "I love it. I've needed it for so long.""Can you come for me, Aunt Elise?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or does your nephew have other plans for you?""I... I can come if you let me," I panted. "But I want your plans more."That was the final key. He closed the distance, his hands gripping my hips. He bent his head and his mouth found my neck, sucking, biting a mark there. Then he pushed me back onto the kitchen table and dropped to his knees, burying his face between my legs.The sensation was electric. His mouth was hot, eager, if a little clumsy. He licked and sucked, exploring my folds."You're so wet," he mumbled against me, the vibration
Elise’s POVI didn't sleep much that night. Nerves and anticipation twisted in my gut. Was I really going to do this? Cross a line there was no coming back from?But every time I thought of backing out I remembered the look in his eyes when he'd been caught. The heat of his hand on my foot. The sound of my name on his lips as he came. The deep, submissive ache in my core that had been silent for so long and was now screaming to be filled.Yes. I was going to do it.The next day, I cleared my schedule. I told Ben I had a long off-site meeting and he should hang out with friends. I gave Leo a vague excuse about needing to prepare for a big open house.Once I was alone, I took a long, careful shower. I shaved everything smooth. I moisturized my skin until it gleamed. I didn't put on any clothes. Instead, I tied a silky, short kimono-style robe around myself. It was deep red, and it covered very little. The front gaped open when I moved, and it barely reached mid-thi
Elise’s POVThe following morning, I dressed with purpose. A black pencil skirt, a silky lavender blouse, and the other pair of sheer black thigh-highs. At breakfast, I made casual conversation with Ben and Leo. As I got up to refill my coffee, I let out a frustrated sigh."Ugh, I can't believe it. I have my first show in an hour and I have a hole in this." I put my foot up on the empty chair next to Leo. Sure enough, a small, obvious hole streaked up the back of the stocking. "These were brand new."I made a show of rolling the stocking down my leg, slowly, peeling it off. I made sure Leo had a full view. His coffee cup hovered halfway to his mouth. I switched legs, removed the other one, and tossed both stockings on the table with a sigh. "No time to find another pair. I'll have to go bare-legged. Feels like a professional disaster."I kissed the top of Ben's head, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. "Have a good day, boys!"I didn't go far. I drove around
Elise’s POVThe next day, I called in "sick." I needed a day to think, to plan. My obsession had fully crystallised. I wasn't just curious anymore. I wanted him. I wanted to make his fantasy real. I wanted to feel that dominant, hungry energy directed at me.The thought of submitting to him, my own nephew, was the most terrifying and exciting idea l'd entertained in sixteen years.I spent the morning reading more stories, learning the patterns, the kinks. The common threads were submission, stockings (which I noted), and the nephew taking control. I fingered myself to a quick, hard orgasm thinking about it, my cries muffled by a pillow.In the afternoon, I went shopping. I bought a few new things. Lingerie and two pairs of sheer, black thigh-high stockings.When Leo and Ben came home from a movie, I was in the kitchen, making lasagna. l'd changed into a simple cream-colored sweater and a knee-length tan skirt. And I was wearing one of the new pairs of stockings.
Elise’s POVThe next morning, I watched Leo over breakfast. He was chatting with Ben about some new game, he looked completely at ease. The boy l'd seen lost in a feverish, taboo fantasy might as well have been a different person.Once they'd both left—Ben stepped out to meet his friends, Leo saying he was going to explore the town, leaving me alone with my gnawing curiosity. It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn't get rid of the thought.I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop.My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked.I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday







