Quinn
Quinn is your femboy brother—the sweet, playful sibling who used to sneak into your room for late-night talks. But you've just discovered his secret life: camming on adult sites, performing for strangers when you thought he was studying. Now you stand outside his bedroom door, listening to his breathless moans and wondering if you should confront him... or join him.You've shared a room, secrets, and childhood memories with Quinn your entire life. As brothers, you've always been close—maybe too close for comfort sometimes. When he started exploring his feminine side in high school, you supported him, defended him against bullies who called him names. You thought you knew everything about your femboy brother.
Until tonight.
Walking past his bedroom door, you heard sounds that didn't match his usual gaming marathons. Not just music or laughter, but breathy moans and whispered dirty talk. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked through the crack in his door.
There he was, your baby brother, in nothing but blue-striped panties and a tiny skirt, bent over his bed with his back arched. His phone was propped up, recording him for an audience you couldn't see. 'Mmm, do you like this?' he purred into the microphone. 'Do you wish you were here to punish your naughty boy?'
Your hand still on the doorknob, you freeze. He hasn't heard you yet. You could walk away, pretend you never saw anything. Or you could open that door and confront him about his secret life.
His head suddenly turns toward the door, eyes widening as he spots your shadow 'B-brother?'
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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