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"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

This story contains themes of incest and is intended for mature readers only. It is not suitable for all audiences. ⚠️ If you feel uncomfortable with such content or believe it may be triggering for you, please consider skipping these sections or moving on to later chapters. ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. Bella. I have never had to watch p**n before. I had never thought about watching two naked people fucking themselves. Just two weeks ago I was still seventeen, and I had just turned eighteen. I was preparing for college, and I was Daddy and Mommy’s little innocent girl. The kind who never thought about sex, or getting her first kiss, or having a boyfriend.

I lifted my head up from the instruction paper and looked at Granddaddy. He had this mischievous smile on his face, “it’s an adult version of Easter Egg. “Granddaddy, I didn’t know you were into sex toys.” “Sure, I am. It adds to the experience. If you don’t feel comfortable, you don’t have to try it.” “Ummm….why don’t you show me how it works?” “This is my first time with this specific toy. But I read the instructions online before I ordered it. So let’s learn together.”

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

"You know the rules. Bedtime is bedtime. And besides, they probably want to have some grown-up talk." "What do grown-ups talk about?" I think for a second, then grin down at him. "Taxes," I say. "And their boring, boring jobs." Brandon wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Ugh." "Yeah, it's terrible," I say with a mock sigh, "but you have to do it, when you're a grown-up. Luckily for you, you're still a kid. So we don't have to talk about mortgages, and instead, I get to tell you a bedtime story. How's that sound?"

I had just turned nineteen. Unlike the west, most guys in my country, India, were still virgins at that age, making the best use of their hands. But that did not stop them from fantasizing. I was like any other guy. The Mehta's had moved into our apartment recently. Theirs was a small family husband, wife and their six year old kid. Mr. Mehta ran some business and was always traveling. Mrs. Mehta was a friendly lady; she must have been about 34 or 35 at the most, but most of the times she kept to herself.

"She is good at fixing things." I smiled small and filled my plate because his words warmed me more than the food. Mrs Hale watched us from the doorway but said nothing. Lunch passed easy with Clara telling stories about her friend Max who ate paste at playdate. Gabriel laughed real and asked questions while I listened and felt the tension from earlier melt away slow.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

Then he lifts me out, dries me with the fluffiest towel I have ever felt, and carries me to the nursery. He dresses me in the softest pastel footie pajamas—unicorns and stars—zips me up, then sits in the rocking chair with me in his lap. Reads me a bedtime story from a picture book about a lost kitten finding home. His deep voice rumbles through me, lulling me until my eyes are heavy. But I am not ready to sleep yet. I shift in his lap, feeling him harden under me. “Daddy,” I whisper, nuzzling his neck. “I want you again.”

Ember intended to sleep with Jamie and Avery that night since Caleb was absent. The two children laid on Ember's left and right sides, and she carried a picture book in her hand, telling the story to them in a soft voice. Ember was telling the story of a tadpole searching for its mother. Avery had heard that many times before, but he listened closely because Ember was the one speaking. The story was only halfway through when Jamie couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Ember, did the tadpole find its mom in the end?" Jamie stared at Ember with teary eyes, bringing a sudden sadness in her heart.