Semua Bab 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The next day in the late morning, Brook got back home. Both her parents were out, and she went directly to her room to offload her backpack. Then she went into the hallway bathroom and took a long shower. As she lathered her body with gel, she ended up grabbing a razor and freshening up the shave on her legs and pussy. After her shower, Brook decided to go outside and work on her tan by the pool. With the house all to herself, she put on the new bikini her father had gotten her the other day at the mall. It was the skimpiest one she'd ever had, and it made her pulse go a little faster just to think of wearing it outside even though no one was there to see her. On the other hand, she didn't know where her parents were and they could come back anytime. She couldn't wait to see how her father would like it. Her mother would probably frown and scold her for wearing such revealing clothes but she didn't care. Putting on the first string bikini she ever had, Brook checked hersel

The taxi dropped me off just after three in the afternoon. The heat hit me like a wall the second I stepped onto the driveway—thick, humid summer air that made my thin sundress cling to my skin. Aunt Lisa’s house looked exactly the same as it had when I was a kid: big white two-story, wide porch, and that huge backyard I could already see stretching out behind it with the glittering blue rectangle of the pool. My first real holiday in forever. No exams, no part-time job, no cramped dorm room. Just three months of swimming, reading, and pretending the real world didn’t exist. I rolled my suitcase up the path. Before I could even knock, the front door flew open. “Mia! Oh my god, look at you!” Aunt Lisa pulled me into one of her signature tight hugs, smelling like vanilla and sunscreen. She was still gorgeous at forty-two—fit from yoga, blonde hair in a messy bun, big smile that made everyone feel welcome. “Nineteen looks incredible on you. Come in, come in. The air conditioning is

I stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, still damp from the shower, and stared at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen from biting them, eyes bright with something I didn’t want to name. The black bikini was crumpled on the floor where I’d left it. Between my legs, I was still sensitive—puffy and slick from the orgasm I’d given myself under the hot water, replaying every second of Uncle Ryan’s cock rubbing against my pussy in the pool. I should have put on panties. I really should have. Instead I pulled a light yellow sundress over my head, the fabric soft and thin. It hit mid-thigh, easy to move in, easy to… access. No bra. No panties. The thought made my nipples tighten against the cotton. I smoothed the dress down, turned sideways, and caught the faint outline of my breasts. Anyone looking closely would see. *This is insane,* I told myself. *He’s your uncle. Aunt Lisa is downstairs making dinner like everything is normal.* But nothing fel

I was already wet before he even opened the door. It was almost 1 a.m. on the third night. I’d spent the entire day hyper-aware of every glance, every accidental brush of his hand when Aunt Lisa wasn’t looking. At dinner I’d worn a short skirt with no panties again. Under the table his foot had rested between my legs the whole time, pressing just enough to keep me throbbing. I’d barely been able to eat. Now I lay in bed in nothing but the thin t-shirt, door unlocked, one hand between my legs lazily circling my clit while I waited. I didn’t even bother trying to sleep anymore. I just waited for him. The door opened quietly. He stepped inside, locked it behind him, and crossed the room in the dark. I could smell his cologne and the faint scent of the whiskey he sometimes had after dinner. He didn’t say a word at first. He just yanked the sheet off me, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me to the edge of the bed so my ass was hanging off. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his

I should have locked the door. The guest room AC had been rattling all evening, so after Mark passed out drunk on the couch downstairs, I grabbed my pillow and crept into the master bedroom at the end of the hall. His parents’ house was huge and dark. I figured I’d sleep in their big king bed for one night and deal with the noise in the morning. Elena was out of town visiting her sister, and Victor had gone to bed hours ago. I thought I was safe. I was wrong. I must have been asleep for an hour when the bedroom door opened. The room was pitch black except for the faint glow from the hallway nightlight. I stayed perfectly still, breathing slow and even like I was deep asleep. Heavy footsteps crossed the carpet. The mattress dipped behind me. A big, warm body slid in close, and before I could react, a large hand landed on my hip. “Elena,” Victor’s deep voice rumbled, thick with sleep and something else. “You’re home early.” My father-in-law. My heart slammed against my r