Semua Bab Forbidden collection : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Tessa’s dad moved in on a Thursday. I came home from class and found a black duffel by the couch and a pair of men’s sneakers lined up by the door like he already lived here. The apartment smelled different—soap and clean skin and something warmer underneath. Tessa was in the kitchen. “He’s here,” she said, pouring coffee. “Two weeks. Be nice.” “I’m always nice.” “You’re weird around older guys.” She wasn’t wrong. Ethan walked out of the bathroom a minute later with a towel around his neck, dark T-shirt still a little damp. Taller than I remembered. Broad shoulders, easy smile, the kind of calm that somehow felt like trouble. “Jade,” he said, like he’d been waiting to say it. “All grown up.” I felt my face heat. “Hi, Mr. Cole.” “Ethan. Please. Mr. Cole makes me feel like I’m about to ground someone.” Tessa snorted. He winked at her, then looked back at me. The look lasted a second longer than it needed to. My stomach did a slow flip. That night the apartment felt smaller.

I woke up in Tessa’s bed with Ethan’s come still drying on my thighs. Tessa was already awake, lying on her side watching me. The shower was running down the hall. For a few seconds neither of us spoke. I sat up and pulled the sheet higher. My voice came out sharper than I meant. “How long have you been sleeping with your dad?” Tessa’s face tightened. “Don’t.” “I’m serious. You’re having sex with your own father. That’s fucked up, Tessa.” She sat up fast. “You came on his cock twice last night. Don’t act brand new.” “I walked in on you. You pulled me in. That doesn’t mean I’m fine with—” “What?” she snapped. “Fucking him? Yeah. I have. And you didn’t seem to have a problem when he was inside you either.” My face burned. I still felt him. I still wanted it again. That only made me meaner. “It’s still wrong.” Tessa laughed once, short and bitter. “You’re such a hypocrite. You were soaked for him the second you saw his cock. Don’t put this on me like you’re pure.” The door

The last night of the two weeks arrived faster than I expected. Tessa was home this time. The three of us ended up in her bed without much talking. Clothes came off in pieces. Ethan sat back against the headboard and watched while Tessa and I kissed and touched each other the way he liked—slow at first, then hungrier. When he finally pulled me onto his cock I was already soaked. He fucked me deep and steady while Tessa straddled his face, grinding against his mouth. The wet sounds of both filled the room. He came inside me with a low groan, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. I stayed there afterward, full of him, while Tessa kissed the side of my neck and laughed softly against my skin. Later, when the apartment was quiet again and Tessa had fallen asleep beside us, Ethan and I stayed awake. His hand rested on my bare stomach. His come was still leaking slowly out of me onto the sheet. “My place is finished,” he said after a long silence. “Contractors called this

The first real lesson happened the next afternoon while half the family was still at the store. I was in the upstairs hallway putting clean towels in the linen closet when Claire’s door opened behind me. She stood there in a soft gray sweater and black leggings, hair pulled back loosely. The guest room was dim. She glanced once down the empty hallway, then stepped back and nodded me inside. I hesitated for half a second, then followed. She closed the door quietly and locked it. “Anyone else upstairs?” she asked. “I don’t think so.” “Good.” She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the space beside her. My heart was already hammering. I sat. The mattress dipped under both of us. Outside I could hear my younger cousins yelling in the backyard and the distant sound of the television downstairs. Claire turned to face me. “First rule,” she said. “You do exactly what I tell you. No rushing. No guessing. Understand?” I nodded. “Use your words, Noah.” “Yes.” She smi

Christmas night the house finally went quiet. Most of the family had gone to bed after dinner. Grandpa was in his recliner in the sitting room, television on low, head tipped back, already snoring. Grandma was upstairs. The rest of the house had settled into the usual post-Christmas silence. I found Claire in the kitchen putting away the last of the dishes. She looked up when I walked in, the same calm expression she’d worn all week. “Everyone’s asleep,” she said softly. “Including your grandfather.” She took my hand and led me into the sitting room. The only light came from the Christmas tree and the muted television. Grandpa’s recliner sat ten feet away. His snoring stayed deep and steady. Claire turned to me, already reaching for my belt the way she always did—taking control, setting the pace. “On the couch,” she whispered. “I’ll ride you. Quietly.” I let her push me down. She climbed into my lap, kissed me, and worked my jeans open. She was already wet when she guided me t