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Emma’s POVMy name’s Emma. I’m eighteen years old, a high school senior, and this weekend was supposed to be quiet. My parents had to leave town for some work thing, and they told me I had to stay with Aunt Chloe. She’s my mom’s younger sister, only about ten years older than me, and she’s always been the cool one. The one who lets me stay up late and talk about boys and college applications. I’m getting ready to apply to a few schools in the fall, and Aunt Chloe said she’d help me with my essays if I wanted. I thought we’d just hang out at her place, maybe watch movies and eat junk food.I was wrong.When Aunt Chloe told me we were going camping with her boyfriend Jake, I almost said no. I didn’t want to be the third wheel. But she smiled that easy smile of hers and said it would be fun, that Jake didn’t mind, and that the lake was beautiful. So I packed a small bag—halter top, denim shorts, a couple of changes of clothes, my toothbrush—and waited.Jake pulled into the driveway in hi

I was having the most delicious dream. My boyfriend's cock was in my mouth, thick and warm, and I was working him with my tongue the way I knew drove him crazy. The dream was so vivid I could taste him, feel the weight of him on my tongue, hear the little groans he made when I did something he liked.Then I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me closer, and his tongue found my clit.My eyes flew open.This wasn't a dream.I was straddling Ethan's face, my knees planted on either side of his head, my pussy hovering right over his mouth. And he was eating me out like I was his last meal on earth."Good morning," he mumbled against my flesh, his voice rough with sleep and desire.I pulled my mouth off his cock just long enough to gasp, "Good morning to you, baby."Then I went right back to work, taking him deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I loved the way he filled my mouth, the way he twitched and pulsed against my tongue. I hummed around him, and he groaned, the vibration sen

Joanna’s POVI woke up alone in bed.The sheets beside me were cold, which meant Ethan had been up for a while. I stretched, feeling that pleasant soreness in my muscles that comes from a night of good sex. And it had been a good night—one I'd remember for a long time.I checked the time on my phone. Nearly noon. We'd slept in, probably because we'd been up until the early hours of the morning.After Camilla had left, Ethan and I had gone at it again-and then again. The man was insatiable, and I loved it.I pulled on one of Ethan's t-shirts and padded out to the living room. He was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking ridiculously sexy in just his boxers."Morning," I said, climbing onto his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck."Afternoon," he corrected, kissing my nose."You slept late.""You wore me out.""Pretty sure you wore me out too."I kissed him, slow and lazy. "I'm hungry.""I can make us something.""Not that kind of hungry."He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?""

I woke up early every morning to the smell of burnt toast and cheap coffee.For six years, since my ex-husband walked out and left me with three teenage girls who weren't even my biological daughters, my life had been a non-stop cycle of survival. My name is Clara. I’m thirty-eight years old, petite, with soft curves, light brown hair I usually keep pinned up, and a face that shows every double shift I’ve ever worked.I worked as a waitress at the Bluebird Diner, a small, worn-down place on the edge of town. My stepdaughters—Maya, eighteen; Chloe, nineteen; and Elena, twenty-one—still lived in our cramped three-bedroom rental. Their father had completely abandoned them, and despite the fact that I had no legal obligation to stay, I couldn't leave them. I loved them like my own, even if raising three headstrong, adult young women on a waitress's tips was exhausting.Maya was the youngest, a fiery high school senior with dark curls and a sharp tongue. Chloe was the quiet middle child, g

I had no idea that my absence that night would unleash a wave of forbidden desires that would change our family forever.After I left for the diner, the house fell quiet.David finished fixing the back door lock, gathering his tools in his leather bag. As he walked into the hallway, he noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar.Inside, Maya was standing in front of the mirror, wearing only a pair of tiny lace panties and a cropped tank top. She was brushing her long, dark curls. Through the crack in the door, she saw David standing in the hall.Instead of closing the door or covering up, Maya turned slowly, looking right at him. Her eyes were bright with a mix of nervousness and bold excitement."David?" she called out softly, her voice trembling slightly.David stopped. He knew he should walk away, but his feet felt glued to the floor. "Yes, Maya?"Maya stepped out of the bathroom, standing in the dim hallway right in front of him. Her youthful body was stunning—firm, high breasts