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Tales of An Exhibitionist 2

Sheera’s POVI opened my eyes. The parking lot was still there. The light had shifted a fraction lower, turning the gold into something richer, more traitorous. My hand was higher on my thigh now, fingertips under the hem of the denim skirt, brushing the bare, heated skin. I didn’t hesitate this time. I slid them the rest of the way, found the soaked crotch of the thong I probably shouldn’t have bothered wearing, and pressed.A soft, broken sound left my mouth. I bit it back too late. The pressure against my clit was perfect and not enough. I rubbed in slow circles, feeling how swollen I already was, how the fabric clung and dragged. My other hand stayed on the steering wheel like an anchor, knuckles white. The tank top had slipped further. One nipple was fully outlined now, dark and tight against the thin black cotton. I arched a little, just enough to make the fabric scrape across it, and the sensation shot straight down between my legs.Cars passed on the access road beyond the lo

Tales of An Exhibitionist 3

Sheera’s POVHe was still staring.Fifteen feet of asphalt and fading gold light between us, and the security guard hadn’t moved. My nipple was still caught between my thumb and finger, the peak tight and dark, the thin black tank top yanked aside so the whole heavy curve of my breast was offered to the open air. My other hand stayed buried between my spread thighs, fingers slick and idle now, just resting against the swollen heat of me. I didn’t cover up. I didn’t look away.He took one step closer. Then another. The radio on his belt crackled once with static. His voice, when it finally came, was low and rough, like he’d had to force it out past something thicker.“Ma’am. This isn’t allowed.”I rolled my nipple slowly between my fingers and watched his eyes drop. They stayed there a full second too long before he dragged them back up to my face. I didn’t answer.. A car passed on the access road. Somewhere a dog barked. My pulse beat heavy and slow between my legs.He cleared his thr

My Step-brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste 1

Caroline’s POVI almost lost my virginity to my stepbrother two years ago.We never talked about it. The next morning he packed his car while the rest of the house still slept and left without a real goodbye. I told myself the distance was a gift. I told myself the time we had lived under the same roof after our parents married had been an illusion that ended exactly when it needed to. I told myself a lot of things.Now the snow was falling harder the last three miles to the mountain house, and every turn of the tires brought me closer to the same front door, the same hallway, the same thin wall between our old rooms. It was Christmas week, with no hotels or early exits. Could my fate really be that cursed?I parked behind a black SUV I didn’t recognize and sat with the engine off, listening to the tick of cooling metal. My pulse had climbed the second the porch light flicked on.The front door opened before I reached the steps.Matthew filled the doorway. He had on a dark sweater, s

My Step-brother Shouldn’t Know How I taste 2

Matthew’s POVI almost took my stepsister’s virginity two years ago.But that night did not come out of nowhere.For months before it, we had already crossed every line except the final one. Late-night talks that lasted until the sky lightened. Hands under clothes in the dark kitchen when the rest of the house slept. My mouth between her thighs on the bathroom counter while she bit her own wrist to stay quiet. Her fingers wrapped around my cock in the back seat of my car after family dinners, her eyes locked on mine the entire time she stroked me. We never named what we were doing. We never pretended it was nothing either.Caroline was the only person who could look at me and see past the version everyone else praised. She knew when a project was eating me alive even if I smiled through dinner. She knew when I went silent because my mind had turned cruel, not because I was calm. She would find me on the back porch or in the garage and simply sit with me until the worst of it passed. N

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Caroline’s POVMom’s voice came through the door, thick with sleep.“Caroline? Are you awake, sweetheart?”Matthew’s hand stayed exactly where it was—two fingers resting against bare skin, the heel of his palm pressed to the center of me. Neither of us dared to make a move. My back was still against the wall with his body still caging mine. The only sound in the room was our breathing, too fast, too loud.I stared at him in the dark. He stared back. The question in his eyes was clear: What do you want me to do?Another soft knock echoed before I could even cook up an answer.I forced my voice into something slow and sleepy. “Yeah, Mom. I’m up.”There was a slight pause and the floorboard outside creaked as she shifted her weight.“I thought I heard something,” she said. “Are you all right?”Matthew’s fingers twitched once against me. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste metal and kept my voice even. “I’m fine. Just… couldn’t sleep. Got up for water earlier.”“Do you need

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Caroline’s POVI knew. The house was full, it had thin walls, there was a child sleeping somewhere down the hall, nd our parents who could wake at any second.I nodded against his mouth, even as my hips tried to lift toward him.He stayed poised against me, the head of his cock kissing my entrance with every small breath we took. My legs were still wrapped around his waist. My hands were still in his hair. The want was so sharp it bordered on pain.I was the one who spoke first.“If you push forward I won’t stop you.”His eyes closed. A muscle jumped in his jaw. For one endless second I thought he would do it—thought I would finally feel him stretch me open after two years of unfinished hunger. Instead he exhaled hard and pulled his hips back. The sudden loss of that thick pressure made a broken sound leave my throat. He caught it with his mouth.“We stop here,” he whispered against my lips. “We have to.”I knew he was right. The house was full of people who could wake at any moment.

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Matthew’s POVCaroline didn’t flinch. She set her fork down, met Benny's eyes, and gave a small, easy shrug.“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I put on a movie and I tried to keep the volume low but I mustn’t have been successful. You must have heard the sound through the wall.”A short beat of quiet followed. Then Mom let out a soft breath and turned back to the eggs.“Well, that explains it. Headphones next time, sweetheart, okay?”Dad chuckled and reached for the toast. Aunt Rose made a comment about how thin the walls were in these old houses. Benny, already bored with the answer, went back to kicking the chair rungs and chasing a piece of bacon around his plate.Conversation slowly filled the kitchen again. Snowplow updates. Plans for the afternoon. Whether we needed more firewood. Ordinary sounds. Ordinary words.I watched Caroline the entire time.She picked up her fork and continued eating like nothing had happened. A strand of hair fell across her cheek; she tucked it behind her

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Caroline’s POVThe power died in the middle of a sentence.One second the kitchen lights were on and the radio was playing something old and nostalgic. The next second everything went black. The furnace cut out with a low groan. The refrigerator stopped humming. For a moment the only sound left was Benny’s toy truck rolling across the living room floor.My step-dad swore under his breath. Aunt Rose’s voice came from the hallway, asking what happened. Mom’s phone flashlight clicked on, cutting a thin white beam through the dark.“Breakers,” my step-dad said.He and Aunt Rose headed for the utility closet with their phones lighting the way. Benny kept playing, completely unbothered while I stayed near the kitchen island, phone light raised, and watched Matthew across the room. His face was half in shadow. He looked at me once, then away.My step-dad came back first.“Breakers are fine. Must be the line.”Mom sighed. “There’s the old generator in the shed. The one your dad bought after t

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Caroline’s POVHis confession left me struggling to find an answer.“I thought if I stayed away long enough, I’d stop wanting you,” he continued. “Instead, it got worse. Some nights, I drove all the way to the turnoff for this mountain just to be closer to you. Then I’d turn around and go home to someone else.”His thumb moved once across the inside of my wrist.“I’m tired of pretending you aren’t the only person who has ever truly mattered to me. I don’t want to keep lying to myself, to you, or to everyone else. We aren’t biologically related, and when I think about the rest of my life, I can’t imagine spending it with anyone but you.”The wind battered the shed walls around us, but I barely heard it. There was no pretending I hadn’t heard what Matthew had just confessed.“I don’t want us to keep pretending too,” I muttered, my heart hammering against my ribcage.“Then let’s stop the pretense now once and for all.”Before I could find the words to answer him, his mouth found mine.Th

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Caroline’s POV“Remember when you let me come on your tits in the back seat of my car?” He was losing control now, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin filling the shed. “You looked so fucking proud of yourself. I thought about that every night for months.”I pushed back to meet every thrust, chasing the feeling. The new angle sent sparks up my spine. He reached around and rubbed my clit with two rough fingers. The dual sensation was too much. I was going to come again. I could feel it building, huge and unavoidable.“Come again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it while I’m this deep.”I shattered. Harder than the first time. My arms gave out and I collapsed against the workbench, shaking violently around his cock. The pleasure went on and on, forced higher by every brutal thrust he kept giving me. I could not stop the broken sounds leaving my throat.His rhythm turned ragged. His breath punched out of him in short, desperate sounds.“I’m going to come,” he gritted. “Tell me where

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