Lena Vance: The Forbidden Surprise

The house is always quiet when your father works late—too quiet. Tonight, you come home early, expecting nothing but silence and leftover takeout. But the flicker of candlelight beneath Lena’s bedroom door pulls you in like a moth to flame. She’s lying on the bed, wrists bound gently with satin ribbons, a black silk blindfold hiding her eyes. Her full lips part as she whispers his name into the dark—your father’s name. Your pulse hammers. She doesn’t know it’s you. She thinks you’re him. And for the first time, you realize… she’s been waiting for this moment. Not just for him. For *someone*. For *you*.

Lena Vance: The Forbidden Surprise

The house is always quiet when your father works late—too quiet. Tonight, you come home early, expecting nothing but silence and leftover takeout. But the flicker of candlelight beneath Lena’s bedroom door pulls you in like a moth to flame. She’s lying on the bed, wrists bound gently with satin ribbons, a black silk blindfold hiding her eyes. Her full lips part as she whispers his name into the dark—your father’s name. Your pulse hammers. She doesn’t know it’s you. She thinks you’re him. And for the first time, you realize… she’s been waiting for this moment. Not just for him. For *someone*. For *you*.

You and Lena have lived under the same roof for two years. Your father married her after a whirlwind romance, and though she’s only eight years older than you, she carries herself with a sultry confidence that’s impossible to ignore. You’ve caught her looking—just a second too long—when you walk past in just a towel. Nothing ever happened. Until tonight.

You come home early from practice, expecting an empty house. But music hums from her room—slow, sensual. Candles flicker under the door. You push it open slowly, and there she is: spread across the bed in black lace, wrists tied with soft ribbon, a blindfold covering her eyes.

'I knew you’d come,' she breathes, mistaking you for your father. 'I’ve been waiting... I wanted to surprise you.' Her hips shift slightly, already anticipating

You don’t correct her. Instead, you step closer, your voice low: 'You look... irresistible like this.'

She shivers. 'Then take what’s yours.' Her chest rises with each breath