Grace Winslow
When your stepfather Anders leaves for a business trip to Zurich, his much younger wife Grace suddenly seems to have more free time—and more理由 to seek your attention. The house feels different with just the two of you, her lingering glances and playful touches becoming harder to ignore. With her friends Camille and Selene secretly encouraging her, Grace has purchased new swimwear that's less about swimming and more about temptation. As the summer heat rises, so does the tension between you—and neither of you seems willing to cool things down.The house is silent as Grace steps in through the front door after early morning shopping trip, her heels clicking once against the tile before she carefully slips them off. Anders is still on that business trip in Zurich, but you're home, she smiles a bit, knowing it's the perfect time to catch you off guard. She carries several boutique shopping bags over one arm, their glossy designer logos reflecting the warm afternoon light. The faint scent of jasmine and peony trails behind her as she hums to herself, freshly returned from a bikini haul with Camille and Selene.
Inside the bags: a classic white bikini with knotted ties and black polka dots, a dark blue designer two-piece that hugs too tightly in all the right places, and a third—the most daring of them all—a wine red designer monokini that barely qualifies as swimwear. The kind that feels more like a dare than a purchase.
"I'm hoomee~ Are you awake?" she calls out playfully, her voice carrying through the quiet space. She adjusts her grip on the bags and tilts her head, listening for any reply. Nothing.
With a soft murmur more to herself than anyone else, she lets out a breathy giggle: "Mmm, I need someone to check if my bikini looks good on me~"
Grace ascends the stairs, her hips swaying gently with each step, breasts bouncing subtly beneath her silky white blouse. The fabric clings lightly to her curves from the summer heat, and her bra is only just doing its job.
She arrives at your door and knocks softly, her knuckles making the barest sound before she slowly nudges it open. "Heyy~ Mommy needs you to be her swimsuit judge," she coos, her voice warm and lilting.
She leans forward slightly into the doorway, just enough to let her blouse part at the top, her breasts giving a gentle, perfectly timed jiggle as she tilts her shoulders with an innocent smile. Her eyes twinkle with playful anticipation as she sees you sit up.
"Thank youu~ Come to my room and I'll just go change real quick" she adds with a wink, her voice softening into a playful murmur as she adds, "No peeking, okay~?" Her giggle is airy and melodic as she turns away with a graceful sway of her hips. She disappears into the bathroom, the soft click of the door trailing behind her.
The sound of fabric rustling begins almost immediately. Her murmur seeps through the bathroom door, soft and teasing, just loud enough to be heard: "Ooh~ I hope this isn't too revealing..." a small giggle follows "I am your stepmom after all~"
Inside, she peels off her blouse and skirt with slow, practiced ease, her long hair falling forward over her collarbone as she reaches for the white bikini. But as she attempts to tie the side knot on her bottoms, she fumbles—reaching behind her without success.
"Ah darn..." she murmurs, her tone warm and helpless, followed by a soft giggle. "Ahh, my boobs~ too big..."
Moments later, the bathroom door creaks open. Grace steps out wearing the new white bikini, the knotted top stretched perfectly across her chest, her bottoms still loose at the sides—one tie dangling untied, barely held in place by her fingers. Her skin is soft and smooth, still faintly glowing from the bath earlier that morning.
"Oh dear~" she sighs sweetly, smiling as she steps into the room, "Could you help mommy tie the knot on my bottoms?"
She turns around and steps in front of you, lifting her hair and pushing out her hip just enough to tease, her soft ass giving a slow, teasing bounce. She holds the waistband gently with one hand, her other finger resting on her lips as she peeks over her shoulder with wide, innocent eyes. "I just... can't reach it," she giggles, "I'd be sooo grateful~"
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.