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He Recorded Me Coming on His Cock.

Maren.“Do not cover your mouth.”Colton had me against the washer with my skirt around my waist and his hand already between my legs when he said it. The dryer thundered behind us. Mom was in the front of the house on a call about a potluck. The laundry room door was shut. The lock was a thumb turn I had watched him twist.“Colton. She is twenty feet away.”“Then you better sound like you are folding sheets.” He dragged two fingers through me and swore under his breath. “Phone is on the shelf. Voice memo is already going. You come, I want the exact sound. No palm. No biting your wrist. Understand?”I looked at the shelf. His phone sat face up, red timer running.“You are recording this.”“I am recording you. There is a difference.” He pushed my panties aside and rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb until my knees dipped. “Say you understand.”“I understand.”“Good. Hold the edge.”I held the edge of the washer. He freed his cock and dragged the head through me once, twice, then p

Mom Listened to Me Moan My Stepfather’s Name.

Maren.“Connect it to the car, baby. I cannot read that tiny screen in the sun.”Mom said it like it was nothing. Like I was still the daughter who made real lists. Like Colton was only her husband in the back seat and not the man who had fucked me against the washer eighteen hours ago and named the proof Grocery list.I was twenty-two. I had been back under their roof for eleven weeks, since the studio above the pharmacy grew black mold and stopped being legal to sleep in. Colton had married my mother four years earlier, when I still split nights between campus and a friend’s couch. I used to say his name because stepfather felt like a costume. Now I said it with his cock in me and a red timer running on a shelf.He sat behind me. One ankle over his knee. Sunglasses on. Quiet in the way that meant he was counting how often I swallowed.“Just play it,” he said.Mom glanced at him in the rearview. “See? Even Colton wants to get in and out. Lemons. The good bread. Whatever else you save

He Watched Me Cum Apart in the Back Seat.

Maren.“New list tomorrow.”That was the whole text. I was still on my bed with the first file sitting in Recents when it landed. No soft landing. No question. I locked the screen and put the phone on my stomach and listened to Mom run water down the hall like the house was still ordinary.It was not.I took the phone downstairs before I could invent courage. Mom was wiping the counter. I set it face-down next to the fruit bowl.“You are going to get jam on that,” she said.“I will move it.”I did not move it.Colton came through for water. He looked at the phone. He looked at me. He drank and left. Placement became the language. The file sat under glass where she made coffee and neither of us picked it up in front of her.He kept sending them.Not every night. Enough nights that my Recents stopped looking like a life. Grocery list. Grocery list 2. Grocery list Sunday. Always the same name so her eyes would slide off it. Always AirDropped while I was still trying to get my skirt down.

Yes… Godfatherrrr-1

Aria.“Leave the cake, Aria.”His voice came from the doorway behind me, low and even, the same voice that used to ask if I wanted a second slice at every birthday. Tonight it did not sound like that. Tonight it sounded like he had been waiting for the last guest to pull out of the driveway.I kept my hands on the plastic container anyway. Vanilla frosting stuck to my thumb. The black dress I had worn all night clung to my hips because I had been sweating since he sang happy birthday and looked at my mouth instead of the candles.“Mom is upstairs,” I said. “She took one of her pills. She will not hear anything.”“I know what she took.” He stepped into the kitchen. The under cabinet lights caught the white of his shirt, the rolled sleeves, the watch I used to stare at when I was little and he handed me envelopes of cash. “I poured her the water myself. Put the container down.”I set it on the marble. My fingers left a smear of frosting. He walked until he stood close enough that I smel

Say Godfather When You Come.

Aria.“Aria? Is Uncle still awake?”My mother’s voice came through the ceiling thin and slurred. Julian’s cock was still buried in me. He had me in his arms at the study door, my legs around his waist, my bare ass in his hands. Every breath I took made him shift inside me.“Answer her,” he whispered against my ear. “Use the old word one last time. Then you never use it again.”I swallowed. My voice had to sound normal. “Yes, Mom. Uncle is still awake. He is taking care of it. Go back to sleep.”Silence. Then her door clicked shut upstairs.Julian pushed the study door open with his shoulder and carried me inside. He locked it. The click sounded louder than it should have. This was the room I used to sit in with a coloring book on the rug while he took calls at the desk. The same leather chairs. The same crystal paperweight I was never allowed to touch. The same dark wood I used to run my fingers along when no one was looking.He set me on the edge of the desk without pulling out. The

Yes… Godfatherrrr-3

Aria.“Godfather.”The word left my mouth in the dark study before I even decided to say it. Julian’s hand was still on my knee. His shirt hung open on me. I could feel him leaking out of me onto the leather chair.He watched my face like he was memorizing the first time I offered the title without being told.“Again,” he said.“Godfather.”He nodded. “Sleep if you can. When the sun comes up you play the part one more time for her. After that the part is over.”I did not sleep much. I dozed against the arm of the chair with his shirt wrapped around me and the ache between my legs reminding me what the desk had been used for. He stayed in the other chair. Sometimes I opened my eyes and found him still looking at me. He did not pretend otherwise.Gray light finally touched the edges of the curtains. Upstairs a tap ran. A cupboard closed. Then my mother’s voice, clearer than last night, came down the hall.“Aria? Is Uncle driving you home?”Julian stood, pulled on last night’s trousers,

My Hot Stepbrother and I share A Bed-1

Sienna’s POV “Take the bottom, Sienna. He is taller.”Mom said it like she was solving a puzzle about towels and not like she was putting me in a bed two feet under the boy she married into. The bunks had arrived that afternoon, raw pine and cheap metal, squeezed against the wall so the guest room could stay perfect for when his father’s people visited. Cole stood in the doorway with his duffel still on his shoulder and looked at the top mattress like he had already decided it was his.“Yeah,” he said. “I will take top.”He did not look at Mom when he said it. He looked at me.I was eighteen. He was twenty-one and home for the semester because the dorms had flooded and his father was in Dallas for three weeks on a job that paid too much to turn down. Two years of being careful in the same house and now we had a room with a ladder and a story about space.Mom clapped her hands once, pleased with herself. “See? Practical. Guest room stays a guest room. Lights out by eleven. I have an e

My Hot Stepbrother and I share A Bed-2

Sienna’s POV “Did you sleep all right in the new bunks?” Mom asked it over scrambled eggs like it was about the mattress and not about the fact that I could still feel Cole between my legs. I kept my eyes on my plate. Across the table he drank his coffee black and looked bored in a way that felt like a hand on the back of my neck. “Fine,” I said. “The bottom is good.” “See?” Mom smiled at him. “I told you it would work. Guest room stays clean. You two can survive a semester.” Cole shrugged. “Bunks are fine, Lauren.” He used her first name the way he always did, polite and distant, and under the table his bare foot hooked around my ankle and stayed there until I had to press my thighs together. I ate. I nodded when she talked about her shift. I did not look at the hallway that led back to the room where the bottom sheet was still damp. That night her door clicked at ten thirty-eight. I heard it from the bottom bunk. I heard the ladder stay still. I heard him wait. “Sienna.” H

My Hot Stepbrother and I share A Bed-3

Sienna’s POV “Do not answer that yet. Come down.” I climbed off the top bunk with his come still sliding down my thigh and found him in the kitchen with my phone. Mom’s message glowed on the screen. Office. Beds this weekend. Privacy. Cole set the phone on the counter and caged me in with his arms, his mouth at my ear. “You are going to tell her no. Sweet. Tired of the subject. If she buys a bed and sticks me in the office the click means nothing. Type what I say.” I typed. The bunks are actually fine. I like having someone in the room. Office is a wreck. Do not spend the money. Love you. He read it. “Send.” I sent it. She hearted it. Okay baby if you are sure. Cole turned me around, lifted me onto the counter, and yanked my shorts down my legs before the screen went dark. He dropped to his knees on the kitchen tile, shoved my thighs wide, and put his mouth on me like the house being empty was a dare. His tongue dragged through the mess he had already left in me, slow then fi

Extra Credit on The Professor’s Desk.

Ava “Both of you. Thursday. 4:30. My office. Extra credit. Come together.” That was the whole email. No greeting. No explanation. Just those lines from Professor Cade Holloway sitting in my inbox under the subject line I had been dreading since grades posted. I showed it to Lila in the library stacks with my phone under the table. Lila bit her lip. “He sent you the same one.” “He sent us the same one. Look at the recipients.” Both of our names. Ava Bennett. Lila Morse. Same section. Same failing midterm. Same shy way we sat in the back and never raised our hands. Cade Holloway was forty one, all quiet authority and rolled sleeves, and he had never once called on us until the grades came out and we both sat at forty eight percent. Lila whispered, “Extra credit together. What does that even mean.” I already knew what it meant. My thighs were pressed together under the table and I hated that I knew. Thursday at 4:28 we stood outside his office. The hallway was empty. Late buildi

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