Mag-log in~Ava9:03 a.m. The videos were already gone, shot off into the void with a single tap.Three file to his wife: forty seven minutes of her husband fucking me raw on their couch while she slept upstairs, and fucking her twin children.Three more to Enzo himself: one of me riding Luca slow and sweet in the bathroom, one of Luna’s face between my thighs while she moaned my name, and the final one of both twins taking turns on me in the guest bed until we all collapsed.No captions. No warnings. Just the truth, delivered in high definition.I powered the phone off, tossed it into my bag, and walked across campus in my oversized hoodie and baggy jeans like any other student.Chaos was already burning behind me. I could almost smell the smoke.First stop, the humanities building.Martha was waiting outside Lang’s office, pale, twitchy, eyes red from crying or lack of sleep. She didn’t speak when she saw me, just held up the tiny wireless camera already mounted on a cheap magnetic clip
~AvaI slipped off Enzo’s lap while he was still catching his breath, kissed his cheek like a good girl, and padded naked back to the guest room.The door was cracked open.Luna and Luca were inside.Both standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, eyes burning.Luna spoke first, voice shaking with rage.“Have you been fucking our dad this whole time?”The words hit like a slap.I let my face crumple instantly. Shoulders caved, tears welled fast and real this time, because some lies only work when there’s truth mixed in.I sank to the floor, knees hitting the carpet, hands covering my face.“He… he told me I had to leave tonight,” I sobbed, voice cracking. “Said I was causing too much trouble, that your mom was already suspicious. I begged him to let me stay just until I figured things out with my life. He said the only way he’d keep quiet, the only way he wouldn’t throw me out on the street… was if I let him…”I trailed off into ugly, choking sobs, curling forward like I was tryin
~AvaHe made sure the door was shut with a soft click and locked it.The second the lock snapped, the air changed. His eyes were dark, hungry, but there was something nervous in them too, nineteen, still soft around the edges, nothing like his father’s brutal confidence.I stepped close, cupped his face, and kissed him slowly. Sweet. A real kiss, open mouthed and gentle, letting him taste me, letting him decide.He melted into it, hands coming up to my waist like he was afraid I’d vanish.I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Let me take care of you.”I sank to my knees right there on the bathroom rug, tugged his sweats down, and took him into my mouth, slow, warm, wet. No teasing. Just soft suction, tongue swirling around the head, then deeper, until he was trembling, fingers threading gently through my hair, hips rocking in tiny, helpless thrusts.His moans were quiet, breathless, and beautiful.When he started shaking too hard, I pulled off with a soft pop, kissed the tip, and s
~AvaI woke up to an empty bed and the muffled clatter of plates downstairs.His wife was gone was gone, the sheets beside me still warm, her scent still on the pillow. My body ached in the best way, thighs sticky, lips swollen from hours of kissing and tasting and taking.I pulled on the oversized hoodie again, nothing underneath and padded barefoot to the hallway. The smell of bacon and coffee drifted up the stairs.Voices. Three of them.I froze at the top step, heart suddenly hammering.I crept down just far enough to see the kitchen table, Enzo in his usual spot, the twins on either side. Luna was laughing at something her brother said, cheeks pink, hair messy in the exact way I’d left it. The boy Luca, I remembered now, was stealing bacon off her plate.Normal family breakfast.Then Enzo’s eyes flicked up and locked on me.I tried to retreat, one foot already on the step behind me.“Ava,” he called, voice calm but firm. “I see you. Come eat.”Luna’s head snapped up. Her eyes me
~AvaThe room was so quiet I could hear her heartbeat, fast and rabbit quick, under the thin cotton of her shirt.She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t say stop.I took that as permission.I shifted closer, slow as breathing, until our knees touched. Then I cupped her face with both hands, gently, reverent, the way no one had ever touched me when I needed it and brushed my lips against hers.Once. Barely there. A question.She shivered, but her lips parted on a tiny exhale.I kissed her again, softer, lingering this time, letting her taste me, letting her decide. When she kissed back, hesitant, curious, I felt it like a victory and a surrender all at once.I kept it tender. I kept my promise.My thumbs stroked her cheeks as I tilted her head, deepening the kiss just enough to make her sigh into my mouth.Her hands finally came up, not pushing, not pulling, just resting lightly on my wrists like she needed to anchor herself.I pulled back an inch, searched her eyes.“Still okay
~AvaI leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, just a soft peck, barely more than breath.She jerked back like I’d burned her, hands flying up between us, eyes wide and shocked.“Ava, no…”I let out a low, bitter laugh, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.“You said anything,” I reminded her, voice sharp now, all the fake fragility gone. “You sat right here and swore you’d do anything to make me feel better. One little kiss and suddenly it’s not right?”Her face flushed crimson, mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t find the words.“I, I meant talk, or food, or… not this,” she whispered, scooting back on the bed, knees pulled to her chest.I tilted my head, stared at her, and felt something vicious curl in my chest.“Funny,” I said, voice dripping with acid, “how right and wrong get real flexible in this family when it suits you.”I wish I could tell her.I wish I could lean in and whisper every filthy detail right against her ear, how her father had me bent over his bi







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