Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories)
The basement door clicked shut behind us, and the noise of Thanksgiving dinner upstairs faded to a distant hum—plates clinking, Aunt Karen’s loud laugh, Dad carving the second turkey. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I was Emma, nineteen, the quiet cousin who always sat at the kids’ table even though I wasn’t a kid anymore. Long auburn hair, soft curves, full D-cup breasts that strained against my dark-green sweater dress, and a round ass that filled out the fabric just enough to make me self-conscious. I’d spent the entire meal sneaking glances at Sophia.