LOGINCome for me I want to feel you come on my fingers. Want to taste it." He grunted into my ears.Before I could process what he meant, he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I tasted myself, the sticky slimy mess I made on his fingers, salty and sweet — and he watched me suck them clean."Good girl," he said.He stood up. Unbuckled his belt. Pushed his pants down. His cock sprang free thick and hard and wet at the tip. I stared at it, my mouth watering, my body already wanting more."I want you to suck it," he said."But not yet. First, I need to be inside you. Need to feel how tight you are." He climbed onto the bed. Positioned himself between my legs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he paused there, looking down at me."Last chance to say no.""Don't you dare stop."He pushed inside me in one smooth motion. I gasped. He groaned. He filled me completely, stretched me in a way that hurt just enough to feel perfect. He stayed there for a moment,
JANETI drove straight to Anna's house. To their house. The house my sister shared with Ted. The house where I was supposed to be just a guest, just family, Tonight was different.Anna wasn't home. She had texted me earlier still on her trip out of town, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. She asked me to check on Ted, make sure he ate something, keep him company.She had no idea what she was asking.I could still feel Ted's hands on my neck. Still hear his voice telling me to cum for him. Still feel the ache between my thighs that hadn't gone away since I left his office.This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. Anna was my sister. My only sister. The one who held my hair back when I was sick, who let me borrow her clothes without asking, who had never once made me feel like I wasn't good enough.And I was about to sleep with her husband.The thought made my pussy clench. God, what was wrong with me? Why did the wrongness make it hotter? Why did thinking about Anna's face —
JANEThe silence in Ted's office lasted too long neither of us said a word about what I had seen this morning.But it was there. Hanging between us. Thick and hot and suffocating.I remembered the way his hand had moved. Fast. Desperate. His head thrown back against the headboard, his mouth open, a groan caught in his throat. He hadn't heard me open the door. He hadn't known I was there until I gasped.And then his eyes had snapped open. Embarrassed for only a second before something else took over. Something hungrier."You're quiet, you don’t like the idea of fun?," Ted said."So are you."He leaned back in his chair. His hand rested on his thigh. I watched his fingers tap once, twice, three times against the fabric of his pants."I've been thinking about this morning," he asserted, "My stomach dropped. My heart was picking up a pace… was he going to call me out? Slut shame me?"Ted—" I stuttered, trailing off at the ends of my words"I'm not going to apologize for it." His voice
JANET.I felt sore, in every way possible, and everything of the context. My throat burned, my head felt so heavy, my gaze blurred, I felt nauseous… sick to my fucking belly.Pushing myself up, I glanced around… where was I? A sticky note stared silently by my pillow, I picked it up to read a scribbled message.“Your alcohol level is shitty, Janet, I’ve left for the trip. Driver would be there by ten… get anything you want anywhere… love you… There’s a black card on the table and a key sis”I groaned, tossing my head back, feeling utterly like I’d been run over repeatedly by a freight train. I should not have drunk that much.I dragged myself out of the sheets, reaching for my phone, feeling the urge to pee only to realize it was twenty-three past nine. The driver would be here any minute…I glanced around the enormous house, where was my room? We’d drunk and ended up asleep… I couldn’t be late for my interview.My legs sloshed in wake as I staggered, pushing my body against the rail
JANET.Casting one last gaze at the church, I set myself into the seat beside my sister Anna, who had her arms out of the window, a cigarette strapped to her lips, a brown bag next to her phone charger in the car.“Oh please, Janet, I told you staying there was going to ruin your life. Such a waste of… how long was it again… a decade? Two?” Anna asked.She started the Covet, she didn’t do religion. I’d converted to being a nun on my twentieth birthday. It’s been ten years, and for a moment today, I’m not sure if it just stuck with my sister for too long, but her words were seemingly more harsh than they tend to be previously.“Thanks for coming. You know you really didn’t have to,” I spoke again in hopes of lifting the mood when my dearest sister scoffed again.“Are you shitting me? I’ve been waiting for that call forever. Such a waste of your talents and such a banging body you have, sister. Well, welcome right back to the world… baby.” She blew smoke right into my face, causing me t
Ethan’s POV“What do you think? That I’d stick my ass up for you?” She groans, quite irritated. “Help me out already.”“Okay, okay.” I stutter, eyes still glued to her wriggling butt. I can't get past it, can imagine how cool it’ll feel on my bare hands.It already looks soft and edible…“Ethan!” She yells, frustration seeping to the surface. “Except you want me to tell your dad you're a pervert, keep staring!” I shake my head as if dislodging the image of her ass that has taken most of my senses. “I’m not staring…” I keep stammering. “I'm just figuring out a way to help you out.” Even I, find the lie unbelievable. “Okay, here’s what will happen…”I go closer, close enough to see the pouch of her playsuit dip, not covering her cunt as it should. Oh, god.My heart is pounding in my chest. The temptation isn't one I can handle for long.‘Focus, Ethan!’ I try to get myself to order. I run my palms together, trying to figure it out just as hard as I want to focus on just helping her







