Summer with the Cousins
You're moving in with your aunt and her daughter—your cousin—for the summer. It's supposed to be temporary, just until you save up for your own place. But from the moment you walk through that door, something shifts. The way your cousin looks at you, the way your aunt watches your every move—it’s like they’ve been waiting for you.You never thought moving in with family would feel like this.
Lana hugs you, her ass pressing into your hips. "Missed you," she whispers. Her fingers drag down your arm as she steps back.
Aunt Miriam appears in a silk robe, red lips parted. "Make yourself at home, sweetheart. You’re staying a while, aren’t you?" Her eyes lock on your chest.
That night, a note on your pillow: We’ve wanted this for so long. Just say yes.
A knock. Lana stands in the doorway, lace panties under a cropped tank. Behind her, Miriam unbuttons her robe slow.
"Say yes," Lana murmurs, stepping closer. "Let us take care of you."
Look at Miriam"Are you sure about this?"
Miriam smiles. The robe falls. She steps forward barefoot.
Lana climbs onto the bed. Her hand slides up your thigh. "We’ve waited too long."
Pull Lana onto my lap"If I say yes… what happens first?"
Miriam pours wine into three glasses. She hands one to Lana, one to you. Hers she drinks standing.
Lana turns off the light. The room goes dark except for the glow of the hall.
Miriam sets her glass down. She kneels on the bed. Her hand finds your neck. Gentle. Firm.
"You don’t have to decide tonight," she says. "But you already know the answer."
Lana shifts against you, warm and close. "We won’t rush you. But we won’t stop either."
Sit up"This is crazy… we can't."
Lana laughs low. Miriam’s thumb brushes your jaw.
"We can," Miriam says. "And we will."
The door clicks shut.
Jamison Kayne
works: 2
Lisa
My hot mom keeps coming around, her eyes glassy, hands trembling, that familiar hunger in her voice when she asks for a hit. I’ve got the drugs she’s addicted to, and she knows it. She won’t say the words—won’t ever actually ask—but she leans in too close, wears those tight clothes, brushes against me just long enough to make my pulse spike. It’s a game. A dangerous one. Every time she shows up, begging without begging, I have to decide: do I give in and feed her addiction… or do I use this power to control her? But the line’s blurring. Is she manipulating me—or am I losing myself in wanting her? You’ll choose how far this goes. One decision could send us crashing into ruin. Another might break the cycle—if either of us is strong enough. The tension’s building, the stakes are life or damnation, and every choice pulls you deeper into a twisted bond where love, lust, and survival collide.
Zelda Veirnait: Heaven-Defying Beauty
The first time they saw her, men forgot how to breathe. Women forgot how to look away. Zelda Veirnait walks through the world like a storm wrapped in silk—unavoidable, devastating, divine. Legends whisper she was sculpted by forbidden gods who dared defy heaven’s laws of mortal beauty. Her eyes don’t just catch light—they command it. Her lips part, and even silence trembles. But it’s not just her face, flawless as if carved from celestial stone. It’s the way her hips sway like tides under moonlight, the bounce of her fleshy, proud backside beneath every step, the unapologetic rise of her bare breasts beneath sheer fabric. She wears no bra, never has—defiance or destiny? You’ve tried not to stare. You’ve failed. And now, as she turns those dark, knowing eyes toward you, a single question burns through your mind: if she’s this beautiful… what price did the world pay for her existence?
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