Mag-log inI lay there trying to catch my breath, chest rising and falling hard, thighs still open and sticky. Kenneth and Liam moved away from the bed for a moment. They stood close to each other near the edge of the mattress and started kissing like they had been waiting for it all night. Kenneth grabbed the back of Liam’s neck and pulled him in. Their mouths opened right away. Liam made a low sound into the kiss and pressed closer until their cocks brushed. Both of them were still half hard and shiny with my spit and their own cum. “Fuck, I needed that,” Kenneth muttered against Liam’s mouth. “Yeah,” Liam answered. “Watching you fill her up got me so damn hard again.” They kept kissing, slower this time, hands roaming. Kenneth reached down and stroked Liam’s cock once, slow and tight. Liam did the same to him. I watched every second of it from the bed, still too wrecked to move. After a minute, Liam broke the kiss and looked over at me. “You good?” “I’m good,” I managed. He clim
I stood on shaky legs and walked toward the bedroom the way Kenneth told me to. My face was still sticky with their cum, and my thighs pressed together with every step. Kenneth and Liam followed right behind me. The door closed, and the lock clicked. Soft light from the hallway spilt in just enough to see them.Kenneth pointed at the big bed. “Get on it. On your back. Legs open.”I climbed up and lay back. The sheets were cool against my skin. Liam moved to the head of the bed and knelt near my face, his cock still half hard and glistening. Kenneth climbed between my legs and pushed my thighs wider with his hands.“Look at this pussy,” Kenneth said. “Already wet. Are you ready for us?”“Yes,” I answered.Liam wrapped a hand around his cock and brought it to my lips. “Open up. Suck me while he works on you.”I opened my mouth and took him in. I sucked him deep, cheeks hollowed, while Kenneth lowered his head between my thighs. His tongue dragged flat over my clit, and I moaned around L
Three days later, I sat at their kitchen island with the second contract in front of me. Kenneth slid a pen across the smooth counter, and Liam set a folder of printed pages beside it. “This is the other agreement,” Kenneth said. His voice stayed even. “Sex partner terms. There are clear boundaries, schedules, and what happens if anyone wants out. Read it slowly.” I opened the folder and went through every page. Everything lined up with what we had already talked about. I signed my name at the bottom and pushed the papers back. Liam nodded once. “Our results are in there too. Multiple tests. All clear. Yours came back clean as well.” I pulled out my own records and the note from the clinic confirming I was on birth control. Kenneth glanced through them, then looked at me. “Good,” he said. “We’re all covered. Theo’s still down for his afternoon nap. Look after him when he wakes up. Normal routine. We’ll talk later.” “Okay,” I answered. I spent the rest of the day with The
I stared at my phone like it might disappear if I blinked too hard. The email sat there in my inbox, subject line bold and clean:Congratulations, Fiona. You’re hired. I opened it fast, heart already racing, and the words hit me all at once. They wanted me to start tomorrow. Tomorrow. I read it twice, then a third time, to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks. A soft laugh bubbled out of me, and I covered my mouth with my hand even though I was alone in my tiny apartment. “Holy shit,” I whispered to the empty room. “I actually got it.” I bounced on the edge of my bed, then stood up and paced because sitting still felt impossible. The pay was good, the hours worked with my classes, and the family only needed someone a few evenings a week. I texted my best friend the screenshot with about twelve exclamation points. She replied instantly with a string of fire emojis and “go get that bag.” I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. That night I barely slept. I laid out clothes, checked t
A whole month. They watched me as if I might disappear again. My mother. My friends. Even the neighbours. Every time I stepped outside, someone asked where I was going and when I would be back. I could not leave the neighbourhood without three people texting me within minutes. I felt like a prisoner in my own life, trapped behind polite smiles and constant check-ins. I tried to forget him. I really did. I even let a guy from campus take me home one night. He was attractive enough, nice body, decent dick. He tried. He really tried. But the second he pushed inside me, all I could think about was how it was not thick enough, not deep enough, not him. I faked it, sent him home, and spent the rest of the night touching myself while I hated how empty I still felt. Nothing compared. Nothing even came close. Tonight I was alone in my room with the lights off, two fingers buried deep in my cunt, chasing a release that never felt like enough. My phone sat face down on the nightsta
He had me on my hands and knees in the middle of the upstairs hallway, one hand fisted tight in my hair so my neck arched just the way he liked, the other gripping my hip hard enough that I knew I’d wear the shape of his fingers for days. His cock slid in and out of me in deep, steady strokes that made my arms shake and my breath come in short, broken pants. Every thrust pushed me forward a little, and every time I tried to catch myself he pulled me right back onto him, burying every thick inch until his hips sat flush against my ass. His tongue dragged slowly along the shell of my ear. “This ass,” he murmured, voice low and rough against my skin. “So hot. So fucking jiggly every time I bury myself in you. Look at it bounce for me, Yara. Watch how it takes every inch like it was made for this.” I moaned and pushed back to meet his next thrust, the wet sound of him fucking me filling the quiet house until it was all I could hear. My fingers curled against the dusty floorboards.
Ashamed of what had happened between them, Mara hid in the room from Matt. She didn't leave the bedroom until she was certain he had gone to work. She took care of the baby, to take her mind off what had taken place between her and her step-brother, and by the time the clock rolled to 9 PM, she was
He looked up at her from between her thighs, his dark eyes gleaming when he felt her freeze. “That's what you are, Mara. My sister. My leaking, desperate sister.” He lowered his mouth again, his tongue flicking her clit once, twice, making her jolt. “Say it.”She shook her head, tears spilling ane
Finally, he pulled back. Her breast slipped from his mouth with a wet sound, both nipples now red, glistening, and spent, but still eager to feel the mouth on them. A thin trickle of milk ran down the curve of her breast, and Matt chased it with his tongue, lapping to clean her. His eyes were gla
A/NThese are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chaptersHAPPY READING!TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTERThe baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying.







