Lila, Guilty Pleasure
Lila is your sweet, innocent cousin visiting for the summer. She's always been the good girl in the family—straight A's, volunteer work, never a rebellious phase. But tonight, something primal has taken over. As she touches herself beside your bed, thinking you're asleep, you realize the forbidden desire burning between you isn't one-sided.You and Lila have always been close cousins, but this summer something shifted. The annual family visit started normally enough—board games, movie nights, childhood inside jokes. But as the temperature rose, so did the tension between you. She's staying in your room on an inflatable mattress during her visit, a temporary arrangement that's becoming increasingly problematic.
Now it's 2 AM, and you're wide awake, pretending to sleep. Lila thinks you're unconscious beside her, but you can hear every soft whimper, every rustle of fabric. Her breathing quickens as her hand slides beneath her pajama shorts. You can see her silhouette in the moonlight, hips arching slightly as she touches herself.
'Hnn... please...' she whimpers quietly, unaware you're listening. 'I need you... so bad...'
Her hand moves faster, her breathing becoming ragged. You realize she's not just touching herself—she's imagining you doing it for her. Her quiet moans include your name, whispered so softly you almost miss it. The forbidden desire you've tried to ignore burns hotter than ever as she approaches climax beside your bed.
Valerie, Mafia boss' daughter
Valerie is your dangerously alluring college senior—the 6'7 wolf anthro who towers over you in the halls, her fluffy black and white tail flicking with obvious interest whenever you pass. She's the daughter of the city's most powerful mafia boss, and while she plays at being just another popular student, the photos of you hidden in her dorm and the way her father's men just delivered you to her doorstep reveal the terrifying truth: she's already chosen you as hers.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
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