MasukNicholas’ POV
I was already unbuckling my belt. “Why the hell not?” “Because I will knee you so hard in the balls you’ll taste it. I’m not kidding.” To emphasize her point, she reached out and grasped me through my jeans, her hand firm around my bulge. She squeezed, just enough to promise real pain. “You understand me, Nicholas?” The use of my full name, the threat, the feel of her hand—it was all insanely hot. “Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, pushing my jeans and boxers down. “No fucking. Got it.” “Good boy.” She smiled, a triumphant, wicked thing. “Now come here and make up for lost time.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I pounced onto the bed, a hand claiming each spectacular breast. I worshipped them. I pushed them together, making deep, soft cleavage. I pulled on the nipples, watching them stretch and then bounce back. I buried my face between them, inhaling the sweet, clean scent of her skin and fabric softener. “Mmm, yes,”Nicholas’ POV We drove to her house in a charged, comfortable silence. Her parents were home, so the exchange was quick and innocent-seeming-she handed me a small cloth bag, whispering "The real ones are inside. The key's on the ring." "Go get her," she breathed as she hugged me goodbye at the door. "Show her who's boss." Sunday was agony. My body was a live wire, my mind a war room plotting the perfect ambush. When? How? Mom was puttering around all day. Daisy was in and out, giving me unreadable glances but saying little. My balls felt like they were full of molten lead. I tried to work on my project at the kitchen table. Mom and Daisy were in the adjacent living room, sharing a bottle of white wine after dinner. Their laughter, their easy chatter about Mom's work colleagues, grated on my nerves. I stared at my textbook, the words swimming on the page. A theory they taught us that wasn't even considered viable anymore. What was the
Nicholas’ POV She got up, gathering her things with a new purpose. I followed, confused, as she led me deep into the stacks, to the medical and biological reference section. We were completely alone back here, surrounded by towering shelves smelling of old paper. She found it: Gray's Anatomy of the Human Body. She pulled the massive volume from the shelf, her fingers quickly flipping through the glossy pages until she found it. Full-color, detailed anatomical plates of the female reproductive system. She propped the open book on a middle shelf, at eye level. "So. Here it is. In clinical glory." Her finger traced the illustration. "Except, Daisy shaves. Completely." "She does?" The intimate knowledge was startling. "How do you know?" A faint, wistful smile. "I just know. Like I said, she's been... educational." She shook her head, refocusing. "Anyway. This shows it all closed up. Start at the bottom here," her fingertip touched the pa
Nicholas’ POVI set up camp three aisles away but couldn't focus. The words blurred into visions of Anna by the pool, topless, dragging her breasts through sunscreen on Rebecca's back.After two hours, l'd managed a pathetic five notecards. Giving up, I shuffled back to her table. She gestured for me to sit in the chair next to her, angled so we were close.The only other person was a scowling girl with thick glasses about fifty feet away, buried in a Biology tomb."Nicholas," Anna began, her voice so soft I had to lean in. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. And to tell you I am really, truly sorry about what happened in Daisy's room the other day."Heat flushed my face. I hated that I blushed so easily. "Apology accepted. It's fine." I acted like I was getting up."No, wait." Her hand touched my wrist, a brief, warm pressure. "Please.""Look," I said, my voice rising slightly before I remembered where we were. I lowered it to a tense whisper. "I know she's got you guys in on so
Nicholas’ POVThe high from my afternoon with Rebecca was a fizzy, restless thing in my blood. I'd worshipped her massive tits, come in her mouth-twice-and turned her into a sobbing, begging mess with my hands. I'd made her admit her darkest fantasy about her own mother. The power of it was a drug, headier than any beer. But the comedown was bitter. She wouldn't let me fuck her. Wouldn't let me taste her.A rule handed down from on high by my stepsister.Daisy. The architect of all this chaos. I didn't know what to feel about her.Yeah, she was trying to... what? Make a man out of me? I guess I had to appreciate the results. But this dominant puppeteer act, deciding who got to touch me and how far they could go... it was starting to chafe. Badly.When I got home, Mom had a plate of spaghetti waiting. I showered off the scent of Rebecca's perfume and her pussy juice, but it felt like it was baked into my skin. Needing to be anywhere else, I texted a couple guys fr
Nicholas’ POV The reaction was instantaneous. Her breath caught in a sharp “Oh!” Her back arched, her nipple pebbled even tighter. Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise… and intense arousal. Well, well. I did it again, a little firmer. Smack. The sound was crisp in the quiet room. Her tit jiggled enticingly. “Yeah,” I said, my voice dropping, adopting a dominance I didn’t know I had. “You’re pissing me off.” Smack on the other one. “Won’t let me fuck you.” A harder slap. “Won’t let me taste you.” Even harder. Her skin was turning a beautiful, warm pink. She was whimpering now, little desperate sounds. Not in pain. In ecstasy. “Stand up,” I commanded. She scrambled off the bed, standing naked before me, her eyes wide. I got up and pushed her back against the wall, my hand coming up to cup her jaw, squeezing her cheeks. “You swallowed my cum like a good girl,” I snarled, my
Nicholas’ POV I was already unbuckling my belt. “Why the hell not?” “Because I will knee you so hard in the balls you’ll taste it. I’m not kidding.” To emphasize her point, she reached out and grasped me through my jeans, her hand firm around my bulge. She squeezed, just enough to promise real pain. “You understand me, Nicholas?” The use of my full name, the threat, the feel of her hand—it was all insanely hot. “Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, pushing my jeans and boxers down. “No fucking. Got it.” “Good boy.” She smiled, a triumphant, wicked thing. “Now come here and make up for lost time.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I pounced onto the bed, a hand claiming each spectacular breast. I worshipped them. I pushed them together, making deep, soft cleavage. I pulled on the nipples, watching them stretch and then bounce back. I buried my face between them, inhaling the sweet, clean scent of her skin and fabric softener. “Mmm, yes,”







