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**Frank’s POV** Clara was finally asleep. The baby had settled after the last feeding, and the house had gone quiet in that deep way it only did after midnight. I lay still beside her for a long time, staring at the ceiling, the message from Lily burning behind my eyes. *Let’s meet at the dark kitchen.* *You will bend me over and fuck my pussy or else* *Aunt Clara will find out how you let me suck your cock.* I told myself I was only going downstairs to confront her. To shut this down. To tell her to stay away from me, to never touch me again, to stop whatever game she was playing before it destroyed everything. I slipped out of bed carefully. Clara didn’t stir. I pulled on a shirt and the same loose pants from earlier, left the bedroom on bare feet, and moved down the hallway like a thief in my own house. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart slam. I paused at the top of the stairs, listening. Nothing. The baby monitor stayed silent. No one else was awake. I w

*** **Lily’s POV**Aunt Clara kept banging on the door until I finally answered.“I’m up!” I called, my voice tight. I ended the video call with Mom as politely as I could, pulled my fingers out of myself, and wiped them on the sheet. My pussy was still throbbing, right on the edge of an orgasm that was now completely ruined.Then I took my bath I dragged myself to the wardrobe and pulled on the long, heavy gown Rachel had left for me the day before. The fabric swallowed my body whole again. I wrapped the matching scarf around my head, checked that nothing too revealing showed, and opened the door.Aunt Clara stood there with her arms folded, already dressed for church, the baby nowhere in sight.“Finally,” she said. “Hour of Mercy starts in less than an hour. Move.”The drive to the church was silent except for Rachel occasionally humming a hymn under her breath. I stared out the window and tried not to think about Mark’s voice or the picture I had sent him or the way Uncle Frank’

*** **Lily’s POV**We stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk and immediately realized how far out of the way we had gone.Wilshire Boulevard stretched in both directions with no familiar landmarks in sight. Uncle Leo checked his phone, cursed under his breath, and turned the screen toward me. The event centre was still nearly forty minutes away by the correct route. The bus we had just left was already pulling back into traffic, packed with the same oblivious passengers who had stood around us while he fucked me in the aisle.“Wrong line,” he muttered. “Completely wrong.”I could still feel his cum warm and slick between my thighs. Every step made it shift inside me. I pressed my legs together under the flare skirt and followed him toward the next stop without answering.The second bus arrived half-empty.Only a handful of passengers sat scattered near the front. Uncle Leo and I moved all the way to the back row. The moment we sat down, the relative privacy felt dangerous. I shifted

Lily’s POVI stayed draped across his lap, breathing hard, shirt bunched around my waist, ass red and pussy still twitching. His cock was a thick, obvious ridge against my hip. For a long moment the only sound in the living room was our breathing and the distant tick of the hallway clock.Uncle Martins rested his wet hand on the back of my thigh, still gripping me like he had no intention of letting me up yet.Then his palm lifted again.The next spank landed harder than the ones before, sharp and deliberate across the already stinging skin of my right cheek. I jolted forward with a fresh gasp. He followed it immediately with another on the left, then a third right across the center that made both cheeks bounce. The heat bloomed hotter under my skin. My pussy clenched helplessly against his thigh again, the slickness between my legs growing more obvious with every strike.He didn’t stop at three.He spanked me in a steady, punishing rhythm—left, right, center—each slap firm enough to

Lily’s POVI was still lying back on the centre table, legs spread, body trembling and leaking from every hole he had used, when Uncle Martins stepped closer and took my chin in his wet hand.“Open.”I parted my lips. He rubbed the thick head of his cock across them first, smearing the mix of my cream and his earlier cum over my mouth, then pushed forward. The heavy shaft slid over my tongue in one steady stroke until the head nudged the back of my throat. I choked around him, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull back. His hand slid into my hair and held me there while he started fucking my mouth with deep, controlled thrusts.The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the living room. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my breasts. He kept one hand locked in my hair and the other braced on the table beside my head, using my mouth the same possessive way he had used the rest of me. Every time he bottomed out I had to swallow around him just to breathe. My throat fluttered. Tears pricked the