Mag-log inI woke up alone in their bed, sheets tangled and still damp in places. My whole body ached in the best way. Between my legs I was swollen and sore and already throbbing again, a deep pulse that made me press my thighs together just to feel it.
His come had dried sticky on my skin. I could still smell him on me.
The shower was running hot when I stepped under it. Steam filled the bathroom. I braced one hand on the tiled wall and let the water beat down my back, eyes
I woke up alone in their bed, sheets tangled and still damp in places. My whole body ached in the best way. Between my legs I was swollen and sore and already throbbing again, a deep pulse that made me press my thighs together just to feel it.His come had dried sticky on my skin. I could still smell him on me.The shower was running hot when I stepped under it. Steam filled the bathroom. I braced one hand on the tiled wall and let the water beat down my back, eyes closed, trying to ignore how empty I felt. My free hand drifted between my legs almost without thinking. I was still so sensitive. One light brush over my clit made my knees weaken.The bathroom door opened.I turned.Marcus stood there in nothing but a dark towel around his hips. His hair was messy from sleep. His eyes dragged slowly down my wet body; tits, stomach, the place between my thighs I hadn’t managed to fully clean yet. He
He carried me into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us.The bed was still neatly made. Their bed. Mum’s perfume still lingered on the pillows, and for a second I noticed how wrong it felt to be standing there.He didn't seem to care.He dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounced, then yanked me to the edge by my ankles so my ass hung off the side.His cock was still shiny with me, standing thick and angry against his stomach.“Open your legs,” he said.I did. Wide. He stared down at my cunt like it belonged to him now.Then he dropped to his knees between my thighs.The first long, slow lick made my whole body jolt. His tongue was flat and hot, dragging from my soaked entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it with filthy precision. He did it again. And again. Then he sealed his mouth over me and sucked.“Ah… fuck…"Short. Broken. I couldn’t get anything longer out.He pushed two thick fingers inside me while he ate, curling them hard against that spo
My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib.Marcus yanked his sweatpants up in one rough motion, cock still rock-hard and glistening with me. I shoved the shirt closed and hopped off the island so fast my bare feet slapped the tiles.He spun toward the sink, turning the water on full blast like he was washing a mug. I grabbed the nearest dish towel and started wiping imaginary crumbs off the counter, pulse roaring in my ears.Mum’s footsteps came closer."Passports are on the hall table."Marcus called out, voice impressively steady. “I saw it when I came down.”She appeared in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, hair a little messy from the rush. “God, I’m an idiot. Nearly got to the motorway.”Her eyes flicked between us. “You two okay? You look flushed.”I forced a laugh that sounded almost normal. “Just the coffee. The machine's running hot today.”Marcus kept his back to her a second longer, then turned with a half-smile, one hand casually resting on the counter to h
Mum left for the airport at six this morning. Three weeks in Spain with her sister.The house felt bigger the second the front door clicked shut.I was still in bed when I heard him moving around downstairs.Marcus, Mum’s new husband. Six months married, and I still hadn’t gotten used to the way his voice dropped when he said my name, or the way his eyes lingered half a second too long when I walked past in a towel.I told myself I was only going downstairs to make coffee. Somehow, I ended up pulling one of his old grey shirts from the laundry basket. It was soft from being washed a hundred times, and it still smelled a little like him.The shirt hung almost to my thighs. I slipped it on, went barefoot, and quietly made my way down the stairs.I was halfway into the kitchen when I noticed the faint line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.My eyes stayed there a second too long.I cleared my throat.He looked up.His eyes dropped, slowly, from my face to the open
AndreaThe dress he chose for me was black and short, the kind that clung to every curve and ended high on my thighs. He zipped it up himself in front of the mirror, standing behind me with his hands resting on my hips while he studied our reflection.“You’re going to walk in on my arm,” he said. “You’re going to stay close. And when men look at you and they will, you’re going to remember who you belong to.”I met his eyes in the glass. “And if I don’t want to go?”“You still go.” His mouth brushed the side of my neck where the older marks had started to fade. “But I think you do want to. You’ve been restless all day. You keep looking at me like you’re waiting for the next time I put my hands on you.”I didn’t answer because he wasn’t entirely wrong. The need that had started after the night he edged me hadn’t gone away. It sat low in my stomach, constant and hungry, and every time he touched me it only got worse.The club was underground, the entrance unmarked except for two men in b
AndreaI waited until the apartment went quiet and the city outside the glass had thinned into the deep hours of the night. Dante had left the bedroom after telling me to sleep, and for a long time I lay still listening to the soft sounds of him moving around the penthouse. When everything finally settled I slipped out of bed barefoot, heart hammering so hard I was sure it would give me away. The dress from dinner was still on the floor. I pulled it on without underwear and padded toward the main door, testing every handle I passed even though I already knew most of them would be locked.The elevator needed a code. I had watched him enter it once from a distance and thought I remembered the pattern, but my fingers shook so badly the first two tries failed. On the third the panel flashed red and a soft alarm chirped somewhere in the walls. Panic flooded me. I spun and ran for the service stairs instead, shoving the heavy door open with both hands and taking the steps two at a time in t
“Ah…”So this is what it feels like? The sex my classmates won't stop talking about, I prop up my phone and spread my legs to do it better and a soft moan escapes from my lips.I have never done it before but I keep hearing my classmates say it feels good and it really does. My own soft sounds fil
I keep my eyes closed and let my cousin kiss me again. The sweet taste of my wet labia is just an aftertaste now, but the kiss makes me even wetter.Michael pulls away and unbuttons my pajama top, button by button, until my heavy breasts are fully exposed."It's even better naked... Cousin, I can't
Since her arrival in my family home, I have kept my eyes on Kaylee. Ten years have really done a good work on her, she looks all grown up and sexy but acts like she is the most clueless person ever.It's crazy how she wakes up in the morning and comes down to the kitchen in her slutty pajamas and h
Aunt Kathy's house is so quiet today.Everyone has gone out for the day, aunt Kathy went to the mall and Michael went out with friends, leaving me all alone in the house. I take a little stroll around, touching things and peeping into rooms to learn the house better.My home is simple and small but







