Semua Bab WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES) : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Family Affair 4 Liam woke up early the next morning, the storm's remnants leaving the air fresh and cool. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting patterns on the bed where Elena usually slept. But she was gone for the weekend, her conference keeping her away until Sunday. He lay there a moment, cock morning-hard, mind replaying the midnight tangle with the twins. Sophia's whimpers as his finger teased her tight slit, Isabella's bold grind on his thigh. They'd called him Daddy, and fuck if that hadn't unlocked something dark in him. He stroked himself lazy under the sheets, edging close but stopping. Save it for them. The house was his playground now. Downstairs, he made coffee, the machine gurgling as he heard footsteps above. Sophia came down first, hair messy from sleep, in oversized shorts and a tee that hung loose on her slim frame. She adjusted her glasses, avoiding his eyes. "Morning, Liam." Her voice soft, cheeks pink like she

Family Affair 6 Liam lay in the master bed, the sheets cool against his skin as Sophia's soft plea hung in the air. "Can we sleep with you tonight?" Her voice trembled with a mix of shyness and need, her silhouette in the doorway lit by the hallway nightlight. Isabella stood behind her, hand on her sister's shoulder, eyes gleaming hungry in the dark. The twins wore matching nighties—thin fabric that clung to their curves, hems barely covering their asses. No panties, he guessed from the way they shifted, pussies still slick from the living room play. His cock throbbed at the sight, denied release all day. "Get in," he said low, voice rough with command. They slipped under the covers quick, Sophia on his left, Isabella on his right. Bodies pressed close, their warmth seeping into him. Sophia's breast squished against his arm, nipple hard through the cotton. Isabella's thigh draped over his, her pussy grinding subtle on his hip. "No touc

Family Affair 8 Liam froze at Isabella's whisper, his hand still tracing lazy circles on Sophia's thigh under the covers. "What if Mom finds out?" The words hung heavy in the bedroom air, the twins' bodies pressed close to his, their skin warm and slick from the day's relentless edging. Sophia tensed beside him, her breath catching. The question poked at the dark core of their game—taboo thrill mixed with real risk. Elena's conference ended tomorrow; she'd be home by evening. Time ticked down. He pulled them tighter, one arm around each. "She won't," he growled low, voice firm to mask his own flicker of doubt. "As long as you sluts stay quiet. Daddy's rules." Isabella nodded against his chest, but her eyes held a spark of worry. Sophia buried her face in his neck, whispering, "We will, Daddy. We love this." He kissed their foreheads rough, cock stirring again at their submission. Sleep came slow, his mind plotting the next day—la

Family Affair 10 Liam's thumb hovered over the phone screen, the twins' text glowing in the dim bedroom light: "More soon?" Elena's question cut through—"Who you texting?"—her voice sleepy but edged with that same suspicion from dinner. She rolled toward him, hand on his chest, eyes narrowing in the dark. He locked the screen quick, setting it on the nightstand. "Just work stuff. Client email." Lie smooth, but his heart raced. Elena studied him a second longer, then sighed. "Okay. Night, babe." She kissed his cheek, turning away. Sleep came for her fast, but Liam lay awake, cock half-hard from the day's creampie in Sophia, mind on the risks. Close call. Tomorrow, careful. Morning sun woke them. Elena stretched, yawning. "Coffee?" Liam nodded, dressing quick. Downstairs, the twins ate cereal, dressed modest in jeans and tees, hickeys hidden under collars. "Morning, Mom," they chorused innocent. Elena hugged them, but her eyes flic

Foster Home 2 The morning after I arrived, I woke up to the smell of bacon frying downstairs. My room felt strange, too quiet and clean compared to the group homes. I stretched under the covers, my body still tingling from last night's thoughts. Mark and Sarah's hugs lingered in my mind, their touches warm and close. I shook it off, got out of bed, and dressed in shorts and a tank top. Nothing fancy, but the shorts were short, riding up my thighs as I moved. Downstairs, Sarah stood at the stove, flipping eggs. She turned with a smile, her sundress from yesterday swapped for yoga pants and a fitted top that hugged her curves. "Good morning, Lila. Sleep well?" Her voice was bright, like she genuinely cared. "Yeah, thanks." I sat at the table, where Mark already nursed a coffee. He looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting mine steady. "Morning. Help yourself." Plates of food waited, steam rising. I grabbed some bacon and