Mommy Time

Mommy And Her Body

Mommy & Jordan

Crimson Bloom: The Von Steinberg Chronicles

Beat The Meat

A Taboo Filled Fantasy – Part 2

In a remote part of the forest kingdom, an uncharted territory was known only by a chosen few. The King, the ruler of this vast realm, was among these select individuals. His secret was a place of unrivaled beauty and mystery, a natural paradise where a breathtaking lake, hidden from everyday sight, shimmered with a mystical aura.

Within the confines of the castle walls, a place that teemed with life and activity during the day lay relative quietness in the hours past midnight. The only sound audible in these hours was the rhythmic clacks of hooves upon the cold stone floor. This time of night belonged to the King and him alone as he made his silent yet purposeful journey towards the royal stable, where a unique stall was prepared for his special steed.

The air within the stable was warm, and it carried the distinct scents of fresh hay and animals. In the special stall stood his majestic black steed, with a shimmering ebony coat that seemed to absorb all the light around it. The horse’s eyes were intelligent and hinted at something otherworldly, reflecting the lantern light in eerie silver hues. His nostrils flared in response to King’s arrival. With a look of determination etched onto his face, King moved towards his horse and brushed its coat slowly, his hands moving over the powerful muscles underneath the skin.

“Good, you’ve not been tended to today…,” he murmured to the beast. He could see it had been a stressful day for his horse, and he began working the muscles gently, easing the tension from the large animal.

King’s eyes moved towards the rear of the horse, where his eyes met the full splendor of his horse’s stallion shaft. The massive cock swayed back and forth, thick veins visible under the pink skin. King inhaled deeply, his senses filling with a raw, animalistic scent, and he licked his lips in anticipation, his mind buzzing with the erotic possibilities ahead. He could already imagine the feel of that massive stallion rod sliding across his face and his tongue lapping over it, savoring the beast’s pungent aroma.

King moved down his horse, continuing to rub and brush him as he progressed. His eyes locked on the stallion rod swaying in the warm air. Slowly, the King brought a hand up and began to gently stroke the beast’s massive cock. With every touch, he felt its power, and he felt his own excitement rising. Soon, he was stroking both the rod and the heavy cum-filled balls. The animal responded with snorts, its tail swishing, a sure sign of its enjoyment and arousal.

The King’s mouth began to water, the desire building within him as he knelt before his majestic steed. His hands trembled, not with hesitation but from the surge of adrenaline and lust coursing through him; the thought that what he was doing was both forbidden and incredibly intimate filled him with a deep thrill. Sensing his intention, the horse stood motionless and compliant, a soft whinny escaping its mouth. Its cock hung heavy, thick, and pulsating with life, just within reach of the King.

The King looked up at his steed and felt a sudden wave of humility. He knew this was not just an animal but a creature of strength and majesty. Leaning forward, he placed his lips against the beast’s enormous member. His mouth opened wide, wider than he had ever known possible, and he began to kiss the head of the stallion shaft. His eyes closed, and his tongue darted out to taste it. The musky scent and the salty flavor filled his senses. The feeling of that smooth, velvety skin on his tongue was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It was hard to describe the feeling he had at that moment; it was a mixture of pleasure, excitement, and submission to his own desire that took over him entirely, his cock stiffening instantly.

He reached up to grasp the thick base of the shaft as he took the massive tip into his mouth, the thick meat filling his mouth. The girth of it stretched his jaws, making them ache slightly, yet the sensation of it sliding across his tongue and touching the back of his throat was indescribably pleasurable. The taste of the precum was strong, a mix of sweetness and musk, coating his mouth with its slick essence.

The Stallion, responding to this pleasure, gave a soft neigh, its heavy breathing punctuating the still air of the stable. The King, an influential figure in the realm, was reduced to a servant of his own lusts, willingly submitting himself to this primal act. The sound of slurping filled the room as he sucked on it, the stallion shaft twitching and pulsing in his mouth.
With the King on his knees, the beast moved back and forth slightly, the rhythm of its hips causing its vast cock to slide in and out of his stretched mouth. The King was beginning with its size, his hands moving up and down its length, trying to stimulate the entire length that could not fit inside. He could hear the sound of the horse’s breathing becoming heavier as its pleasure mounted and could feel it tensing its muscles in response.

But suddenly, amid this intensely passionate encounter, a voice broke the spell of silence, shattering the moment like a hammer to glass. The stable door burst open with a resounding creak, and the Queen’s figure appeared. Her expression was a mixture of shock and fury as her eyes locked onto the lurid spectacle before her.

“What is the meaning of this?! ” Her voice cut through the thick air, filled with unmistakable tones of outrage and disgust. She stared at the King, kneeling with his steed’s thick member still glistening from his saliva. His face was still tinged with the pleasure he was just experiencing. His mouth was frozen in an expression of guilty delight, unable to formulate words, let alone an explanation.

“Your Majesty…,” he stammered, trying to get up, but his knees wobbling beneath him. She stared at him with an expression that seemed to harden even further as the seconds passed. The beast, too, seemed to sense the danger, snorting loudly as its eyes flicked back and forth between its owner and the fuming Queen.

“Guards! Come quickly,” the Queen shouted, her voice ringing through the castle walls. Soon, the clank of armor could be heard as guards rushed in, their faces a combination of surprise and awkward embarrassment. “Take him away. Confine him in the dungeon,” she ordered, her voice icy. She stood tall, regal, and stern in the flickering lantern light, her authority undiminished despite the scene unfolding before her.

King felt the firm grasp of the guards’ hands on his arms, dragging him from the stable, the taste of his beloved steed’s cock still fresh in his mouth. The dungeon loomed ahead, cold, dark, and damp – a far cry from the warmth of his steed. As he was roughly thrown into the dark confines of his new quarters, the King couldn’t help but remember the sensation of the mighty steed and his immense shaft filling him completely. In this stark, unyielding space, his desire, an all-consuming fire that threatened his position and sanity, smoldered on. But the dungeon was not just a prison but also a reminder. It spoke of the King’s inner conflict between his role as ruler, expected to abide by strict norms and uphold the highest moral standards, and the untamed urges of his hidden self, yearning for the freedom to express himself freely and without restraint.

A Taboo Filled Fantasy – Part 1

The nipples were engorged with enough milk to satisfy the entire village, but these delicious delights would never see the light of day. The nipples are currently in use and well used, and they are much to the delight of the Queen’s daughter as she laps up the feast her mother provides. The mother in question, Queen Annabelle, was a very curvaceous woman. Her figure would be considered overweight, though it wasn’t entirely fat; her body contained a very wide waist and ass that gave the mother of six a voluptuous figure with a set of large and wide birthing hips. She gave birth to three daughters and three sons for her King.

However, that didn’t make her less attractive or unable to satisfy a young centaur’s hunger; her breasts had gotten even larger after her first birth and only kept growing as her body naturally evolved to keep up with her child-bearing. Now they hang like overfilled water balloons filled with warm and freshly brewed milk, which the King loved to suckle and feed from. Her nipples were engorged, and she could squirt out streams of milk at the slightest squeeze; the milk was thick and filled with nutrients, which made it delicious to all her children as she fed them one by one.

Eriwyn loved the intimacy of her mother; in this world, age was not an impediment. Instead, it was just an extension of beauty. Eriwyn was an adult now, and her own breasts were small in comparison, yet still complete enough to fill a young man’s mouth, and her mother had trained her well in being a wet nurse. Though Eirwyn had never taken a child of her own and often found herself suckling on her own mother, who did not mind one bit, as she cradled and comforted her daughter, while Eirwyn lapped up all her mother’s milk like the young adult she was. Queen Annabelle cooed to her child softly as she took a few moments to stroke her cheek; Eirwyn purred softly before unlatching her mouth and smiling at her mother.

“Mother needs a good massage to let me feast. You always give the greatest milk, better than father’s wine,” she says, patting the mounds gently before slowly pulling away, her clothes falling back into place. Her dress had been made especially for nursing, allowing the chest area to open into a small pocket. She began to gently knead at her mother’s breasts, massaging them to help ease any pain they may have had.

“Mmm, you always were such an attentive child, Eirwyn.” The Queen smiles softly, running her hands through her daughter’s long, chestnut brown hair. “And my dear, there is no greater pleasure for a woman than the love of her offspring. The love that transcends all barriers, the love of the milk mother for her suckling child…” Her tone softened to almost a whisper, “You have a gift, my daughter.”

The Queen’s words were valid; the milk’s enchantment was a powerful force, binding those who shared it with the magic of nature and the nurturing bond between mothers and their offspring. The forest, too, held an inexplicable magic – something ancient, a whisper from the trees, the heartbeat of the brook. And it seemed that the Queen and the forest had conspired, the milk, a living, breathing part of the enchantment of life. As Eirwyn savored her mother’s milk, the forest continued to sing its lullaby to the night.

The centaur Chiron’s dark eyes glittered in another part of the woods. His hooves tread silently on the mossy forest floor, his tail swishing idly. The air, thick with the scent of magic and moonlight, hung around him like a cloak, his senses heightened to the ethereal melody of the forest and the soft, muffled sounds from within the cottage. He waited, the forest a silent witness to the unfolding events as if anticipating a grand, natural ritual where the mysteries of the night were about to be revealed.

Chiron’s nostrils flared as he scented the air, the intoxicating blend of magic and the Queen’s essence reaching his keen senses. He felt a deep rumble reverberate in his broad, chiseled chest, the primal instinct of the stallion awakening. Chiron, known for his wisdom and patience, was now a creature driven by a more fundamental urge, a longing etched into the essence of his being. He was torn between his profound respect for the sacred act of nurturing within the cottage’s walls and the undeniable stir of nature within him.

His broad chest heaving, Chiron approached the small clearing just as Eriwyn emerged from her home. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow over her, and her iridescent wings fluttered. Her doe-like eyes met Chiron’s, and a smile played on her lips. Her innocence was mixed with an unspoken understanding. The nymph seemed to have sensed the change in the atmosphere, a new, intoxicating note in the forest’s song. There was something magnetic about Chiron’s presence; she could feel his struggle, the weight of his instincts, and the silent storm within him. “The moon is full,” she said, breaking the silence, her voice a sweet whisper that danced on the breeze.

She approached the mighty creature, her small hand gently brushing against his chest. Chiron stood like a marble statue under her touch, the silent battle within him evident in his clenched jaw and tense muscles. Her fingertips traced a path over his mighty muscles, broad shoulders, and chiseled torso, ending their journey at his waistline.

The forest around them grew silent, and Eriwyn could feel the magic of the Queen’s milk and the enchantment of the woods coursing through her. It was as though the night had stopped breathing, waiting with baited anticipation for the next movement, for the moment that would break the tenuous hold of self-restraint. A breeze stirred, causing her nipples to tingle against the soft fabric of her gown, their erect form outlined clearly. They ached, not from the usual longing of a wet nurse seeking milk but from a different, unexplored desire.

Her words were a whisper, yet they echoed with the intensity of a scream, “Please, drink.” Chiron’s eyes locked onto hers, dark pools of longing before he lowered his head to her chest, the warmth of his breath against her skin. She gasped softly as he moved her gown away and revealed her full breasts, the moonlight caressing them with a silver sheen. Chiron hesitated, his eyes meeting hers as though seeking reassurance. Eirwyn smiled, the understanding passing between them in a single glance, an unspoken consent.

He lowered his mouth to her breast, gently at first, then more hungrily. His tongue began to lap at her nipple, lashing the nub until it started to harden. Eirwyn’s eyes widened at the sensation. She had never experienced this in her years as a nursemaid; her body was aflame, and a sense of overwhelming joy washed over her. Suddenly, she could feel it – her nipple started to pulsate, sending streams of thick white milk spurting into Chiron’s eager mouth.

The feeling of the centaur drinking her milk was electrifying. The warmth of his mouth and the eagerness of his suckling were unlike anything she had ever felt. Each pull of his lips sent waves of pleasure through her, causing her milk to flow in rich abundance, nourishing the centaur she so deeply cared for. Eirwyn wrapped her arms around his strong neck, her hands running through his soft hair and over his rippling back muscles, her wings spread out and trembling with each gulp.

Eirwyn whispered sweet encouragements to him, her voice soft and filled with love and passion. “Yes, my darling. Drink deep and be filled.” Chiron’s hooves stamped lightly as he suckled, his strong tail whipping from side to side as the warm milk coursed down his throat. A low, pleasurable growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her breast and heightening her bliss.

She looked down at her beloved friend, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Her milk was everything to him; sustenance and pleasure rolled into one; it had become his entire universe. The forest was alive around them, the leaves whispering their approval and the moon smiling at their tender yet fervent ritual.

As they continued their exchange of milk and affection, a sudden wave of transformation washed over them both. Eirwyn could feel her body changing; the enchantment of the forest and the Queen’s milk were unlocking something deep within her. Her breasts began to swell, becoming more whole and round as the enchanted milk multiplied inside her, filling her with warmth and a pulsing vitality.

Meanwhile, the transformation wasn’t just confined to her. The forest magic and her mother’s milk seemed to course through Chiron as well, igniting a fiery heat in him that spread throughout his entire being. His stallion phallus began to grow and throb with aching desire, hardening into a thick, veiny rod of raw need. His heavy balls hung underneath, swollen with a year’s worth of his stallion seed. He began to shift his hips back and forth as though humping an invisible partner, his movements growing in intensity and speed as his animal instincts started to take over.

But there was more… with each lap and swallow of Eirwyn’s magic-filled milk, his manhood seemed to be getting larger, longer, and harder. His horse phallus was engorged with hot blood, the pink flesh almost crimson as his breeding instinct overpowered his rational mind.

The transformation continued, pushing both Chiron and Eriwyn into new heights of arousal. As the enchantment worked its way through him, a primal need began to override all else, and he found himself becoming a slave to his burgeoning desires. He looked at Eriwyn with a gaze filled with pure lust, and at that moment, Eirwyn knew what was about to happen. With a swift, decisive move, he grasped her, pulling her up onto her back as he turned onto all four hooves, positioning his large equine erection in front of her. His strong arms enveloped her as he gently yet firmly pulled her towards him. The head of his stallion member began to slide across the lips of her sex.

Her eyes widened at the sheer size of his stallion shaft, the enormity of it both daunting and exhilarating. “Oh, Chiron,” she whispered, a mixture of fear and desire in her voice as he began to tease at her opening. The head was slick with precum and the forest’s magic that made her sex glisten and swell. With every nudge of his phallus, the warmth in his groin grew, an inferno of yearning threatening to consume them both.

Chiron pressed his hips forward, and the head of his stallion shaft began to press at the entrance to her sex, her heart racing as the realization set in – this wasn’t just about pleasure; this was a claiming. She was going to become his.

The pressure of Chiron’s stallion member against her opening made her gasp with the mix of pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing. Her arms reached around him, fingers digging into his skin, a gesture that was both encouraging and a desperate hold, as his size seemed to be too much for her tiny body to take.

“Relax…” The Queen called out to Eirwyn.

Eirwyn glanced at her mother in desperation, not fully grasping the situation as Chiron continued his persistent push. The Queen’s calm reassurance was all that kept her together. But this was only the beginning. Despite the Queen’s reassurance, Eirwyn felt overwhelmed by Chiron’s massive size, her small frame shaking from his attempt to breach her tiny opening. Clearly, they were testing her limits, and she wasn’t sure if she could withstand his entire length.

Then, as she watched her mother, the Queen opened her legs, revealing her sex, and in that moment, Eirwyn could feel herself being pushed over the edge. She watched in disbelief as the thick head of the Chiron’s stallion shaft penetrated past her sex’s barrier, his cock starting to plunge into her.

Chiron’s growl reverberated through their chests as Eirwyn clung to him. The feeling was indescribable – a potent mix of pleasure and pain that had her gasping for breath and whispering prayers. She could feel herself being filled, her tiny body stretching to accommodate the incredible length of his stallion member. Each inch that pushed into her sent shivers throughout her body, an intense sensation of being consumed.

His sheer size and force had her moaning, her tiny body straining with his penetration, the pressure of his stallion shaft threatening to split her in two. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, his chest heaving and sweat forming on their entwined bodies. “I can feel it,” she whispered against his neck. “I can feel every inch of it.” Chiron’s lips brushed against her cheek as he continued his deep and slow invasion of her body, the world outside of their embrace seeming to fade away, becoming just a distant whisper amidst the intense heat they were sharing.

As Eirwyn felt her insides being stretched and molded, a feeling of fullness took hold. The pressure was immense, but the sensation was pure ecstasy; the Queen nodded, the mother proud and happy.

Daddy’s Rule

She was the prettiest little girl in the world and not just because I am her daddy. Her momma and I were so proud of her and she just reached a huge milestone. Katie, my baby girl just turned fifteen. How the time flies. I remember holding her in my arms when she was born. One of my favorite memories is how scared she used to get when it stormed. She would run up to me and I would hold her tight. It was amazing.

I loved it when her mommy would buy her a pair of panties, and she would model them for me, prancing around the living room like a supermodel. We would laugh, and she would fall on the floor, giggling. I was designated to ensure she was dressed for bed after a nightly bath filled with bubbles and Barbie dolls.

Sadly, our playtime ended as she became older and started to develop. She would dress herself, but we still remained close. She was still a daddy’s girl. We joked around and still spent a lot of time talking about boys and her friends at school in her bedroom at night.

I carved out a good, stable life for our family and for the most part we were happy. I worked hard to make sure my wife and daughter didn’t lack anything. A beautiful modern, brick home in the suburbs equipped with all the latest gadgets and plenty of money for my wife’s outrageous shopping habits.

My wife, Linda, was gorgeous. She had this incredible body and big, natural tits that always drove me crazy. I definitely married up, as they say, but it came with a price. She was extremely entitled and selfish. My job as a computer programmer working for one of the biggest tech firms in the city meant I made a lot of money, but it felt like it was never enough. It allowed my wife to stay home and be there for Katie when she was growing up and now when she got off the bus for school.

We had a cleaning lady that came in twice a week and I love to cook so I took care of most of the grocery shopping. My wife just worked out in our home gym and bought lots of clothes. Don’t get me wrong, we had a good marriage. Sometimes it just felt one sided and she wasn’t meeting me half way in our relationship.

On top of all that I was into some fetish stuff and my wife wasn’t about it at all. She would get angry if I asked her to do things outside of the normal to keep our relationship fresh. Finally I just stopped asking.

I am not sure when it happened with Katie. I think few of us can pinpoint when the light switch went dark and everything changed. Maybe it was the way she looked at me as she became older or the crop tops she started wearing. Her mother would buy her things, but not give her the love and attention she needed. At some time a few years ago I started becoming obsessed with her panties.

Please don’t judge me, but I know you will and that is okay. I get the stigma and we panty guys don’t help them the way we come about it, but I can assure you I couldn’t help it. Her little ass started taking shape and I kept thinking about what her pussy looked like now that she was flowering. How much hair did she have? Was her asshole as tight as I imagined? Like her mother she had these big tits and I wondered how they looked. I had never seen them because that would be crossing the line.

Each night I would stop in to say goodnight to her and go in the bathroom and jack off. The more I tried to stop the harder I would cum when I finally gave in. I fantasized that my cock fit nicely between her ass cheeks and when my tip hit the rim of her asshole, cum would explode into the towel I kept hidden under the sink cabinet.

One night changed everything for our entire family in ways that I could never have fathomed. She had the cutest bedroom. It was like she was trying to be a woman, but still loved little girl things. She had plush teddy bears mixed with Stranger Things posters. I went in to say good night to her, as I did every night.

“I love you, daddy.” She hugged me. I could smell the scent of Vanilla Sugar, her favorite Bath and Body Works perfume. I wanted to have her the way a daddy shouldn’t.

“I love you too, my little Katie bug!” I held her closer to feel her young perky tits. I kissed her on her forehead. My mouth was aching to keep contact with her skin.

She must have sensed it because she moved her head up so that we were face to face. Her lips were inches away. All I had to do was lean in.

“How did you do on the math quiz today?” I tried to change the subject.

“It was hard, but I only missed one. So I got 90%!”

“Good job, baby! I am so proud of you.” I moved her bangs from her beautiful face.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, daddy! You helped me study last night!”

I smiled. “Anything for my princess!”

“Anything?” She kissed me on the lips. I was so shocked. I was so careful to only kiss her on the cheek or forehead, but not the lips. She kissed her mother on the lips when they were being silly. Why had she said, ‘Anything’ with a question? Like she was inviting me to kiss her more, but that was impossible. No, this cannot be happening. I have to keep these feelings only in the fantasy category.

It was an intoxicating feeling to be so close to her. I moved closer, but intended to only kiss her cheek. Our lips  connected and I didn’t pull away like I should have. My cock was throbbing. I was going to have to limp out of my daughters so she wouldn’t see my boner.

We were still embracing and she kissed me again. My mouth opened out of reflex and she reciprocated. Was she into me like that? Either way, she wasn’t pulling away and we were full on making out.

It was so fucking sensual and sweet. I didn’t want it to end, but I also couldn’t risk her mother walking in on us.

I pulled away and she giggled. She had her arms wrapped around me still as she hugged me. Our eyes met and I kissed her again. Her mouth was as addictive as I imagined. She tasted so incredible. I wanted to push her back on the bed, pull out my cock, and fuck the hell out of her right then. Instead I let my hand move slowly to her side. I squeezed her side and I felt her tongue touch my lips.

I had to stop this not because I wanted to, but I was usually back in the living room with my wife. Her mouth fully engulfed mine. Her hands moved to my head  as she pulled me in closer. She must have sensed my nervousness.

Sirens in my brain were screaming for me to unplug and run. I pulled away and she gave me a pouty look. “That is enough for tonight.”

“Okay, daddy! ” She laid back in bed. I could see her nipples through her shirt. She noticed me looking and she touched my arm. I gave a bewildered smile and pulled away.

She was always happy and had the brightest smile. When I started to leave I noticed them. She never left them out, but that night she did. They were bright pink with little colored flowers all over and white trim. That was when I realized I could take my fantasy to a much more realistic place. It scared me. Terrified me in ways no daddy should ever have to worry about.

“Oh! Sorry, daddy. I forgot to pick those up.” She must have seen me frozen staring at them and didn’t think even remotely that her daddy wanted to do horrific things to them.

She started to get out of bed, but I stopped her. “It’s okay, princess. I will put them in the dirty clothes hamper for you.” I scooped them up like a vulture eying the carcass of a freshly hit deer after not eating for weeks.

“You are the best daddy in the world. Goodnight, daddy.”

I mumbled an obligatory good night. My mind was racing and my cock was harder than it ever has been. Even harder than the time I got the prom queen to show me her titties in eleventh grade. I didn’t think it was possible, but it happened as I slithered into the bathroom with my newfound prize.  

I locked the door, sat on the toilet with my twitching cock out, and opened up my then twelve year olds panties. I placed the gusset between my nose and mouth and began stroking my cock. The smell was intoxicating. She had just started having a period a few months after her birthday. She had a little discharge and found myself licking where her pussy would have been just a few moments before.

That is a day I will never forget. The moment I came into the towel with my daughter’s panties strapped around my head. Now, I have become much more vicious with my prowling for her panties. She has graduated from little girl to colorful thongs and anime fullbacks. I especially appreciate the satin ones, but she only has a few of those.

Recently, she commented to her mother that she couldn’t find the purple thongs. I buried my head in my phone looking over an email that I had already read. I had just cum in those the night before and a few nights earlier. I was becoming a panty hoarder, but it never was a problem because I gave myself laundry duty for the house. My wife thought I was just being a good husband, but of course, that was not the case.

The next night on Thursday I heard my daughter in the shower. My anxiety and excitement was through the roof. What if we made out again and more importantly what if we didn’t? I needed to taste her lips again. I pictured her rubbing all the soap suds off of her teenage body.

A few minutes later Katie came into the living room where I was sitting watching a movie with my wife. She had on a t-shirt and shorts. “Are you going to come tuck me in, daddy.”

“Of course, sweetheart! I will be there in a few.”

She turned to leave and then swiveled back to us. “Good because I have some things to talk with you about.” She looked at her mom. “It might take awhile, mommy.”

My wife smiled, “You can have for as long as you need, baby.”

She smiled back at me and skipped down the hallway.

My cock was throbbing as Linda snuggled up to me. “I think it’s awesome that our teenage daughter wants to spend time with her daddy. I think we actually did something right.”

I smiled. “I agree.”

My wife kissed me on the lips. The same lips that had the night before made out with our daughter. I didn’t feel bad at all which made the situation worse for me. All I could think about was feeling my daughters touch.

I excused myself and headed down the hallway to my daughters room. She had the door closed which wasn’t normal. I knocked and heard her say. “Come in.”

Walking in I didn’t expect to see her sitting on her bed. I also didn’t expect to see her with her shirt off with her tits out.

I looked away. “Put your shirt back on.”

“You don’t like my tits, daddy?”

They were amazing. How could I tell this incredible girl who happened to be my daughter that I couldn’t do this. My cock was begging to slide between them.

“Of course, babe. I just can’t take a chance.”

She gave me a sad face and reluctantly put her shirt back on. “I told mom you were going to be here for a while.” She muttered under her breath.

“I know! That was really smart what you did, but I can’t risk us getting caught. I will go to jail and you will never see me again.”

“Sorry, daddy. I didn’t think about that.”

“It’s okay, babe.” I walked towards her and she spread her legs apart to welcome me in.

I could fuck her right now. She was ready for it, but that couldn’t happen. My cock protested and gave me all kinds of reasons why I should rip her clothes off. Just the idea made me precum. We both had to keep our clothes on.

She leaned in and we embraced. I kissed her with complete abandonment. I was careful to keep my arms around her so they wouldn’t wander. It was so fucking frustrating for me to not grab her tits or ass. I had to keep it just kissing otherwise things would get out of control.

I kissed her neck. “Daddy, you feel so good!”

I quickly placed my hand over her mouth and whispered. “You cannot say anything.”

She nodded her head and giggled. I continued kissing down her neck and to the other side. There was no way this was going to work. My desire for her was overwhelming and soon my cock brain was going to win.

I was desperate to suck on her tits, but I couldn’t take the risk. Could I? I mean how would a quick little nibble do harm? She had them out like a buffet at Cracker Barrel. All I had to do was kiss her lines. Take my hands and feel up my precious little daughter just real quick.

“Daddy,” She whispered.

I looked up at her with my mouth at the precipice of her t-shirt. “Yes, baby?”

She took my head in her hands. “My tits need you.” She smiled. “Please, daddy.”

I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I know what I wanted to say, but this was too much. “I want so badly, baby girl.”

“Mommy lets me suck on her titties.” She gave a mock oops face.

I stepped back almost crashing on the floor in shock trying to process the reality of what she was talking about. “What?!”

She nodded her head vigorously like she did when she was little. “Yep! When you are at work and mommy is at home with me after school. We have a special time after school where we make out and she sucks on mine and I suck on hers.”

I was beyond shocked. “H-how long has this been going on?”

“A few months. We were snuggling on the couch and I told her my tits were getting really big and I need another bra size. I showed them to her and she touched them. It felt so good and mommy is so pretty I reached over and kissed her. We have been exploring everyday since.”

I sat on the bed trying to catch my breath. My daughter was doing sexual exploitation with my wife? To my knowledge, she had never kept a secret from me, but then neither did I. Except for the panty fetish, but it turned out my wife and I had the same desires.

My daughter leaned over and held me. I kissed again, but this time with the image of her and my wife making out while I was at work. I almost came right there as my hands searched the underneath of her shirt. She helped me as she pulled her shirt off and for the second time exposed those big, gorgeous tits to me.

I didn’t deny myself. How could I? The one person I was worried would find out was months ahead of me. Her tits were large for her age and a girl as thin as she was. She looked like a full grown woman. “You are so beautiful!”y

“Thank you, daddy! I wanna please you.”

“You are, baby!” I got on my knees and worshiped the fuck out of her titties. She held my head moaning the entire time. Our mouths would connect passionately like forbidden lovers and then  I would move back down to her tits.

Her hands moved down my chest and I knew where they were headed as we interlocked in our lust. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to find out for sure that she was telling the truth before we went further. If it was true then I was going to fuck my little girl every night. I had to have proof and confront my wife. Maybe they would let me watch them.

Fuck! It would be glorious to see my hot wife, sixty nine my sexy daughter. My cock became unhinged at that thought.

“I wanna see the two of you together. Next time you start to kiss, text me and I will come home early. I can just look through the window. I won’t disturb you.” I only worked five minutes from home.

“Okay, daddy.” I kissed her goodnight.

I sat down next to my wife, who I saw completely differently. She snuggled up to me. “Did our daughter get all her words out?”

“She has so many first world problems.” We both laughed and I kissed her. My hands sensually massaged her back as her teeth closed in on my tongue. I was so turned on by the recent revelations. I hoped it was true.

I pulled her closer, unzipping my pants to reveal my aching cock. “I want you to suck me dry, baby.”

She pulled away and gave me an incredulous look. “You know I am not into that weird stuff! I hate even doing it on your birthday.” She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.

My wife was one of the most beautiful women on the planet, but she was super vanilla. I had kept my promise to her to not ask her to do anything ‘weird’ until tonight. If I was able to catch her with my daughter she would be forced to do whatever I asked. That was another bonus to this fucked up situation. I slept on the couch.

I received a text from my daughter around 4 pm the next day while I sat at my desk. I grabbed my car keys and ran out. My heart and cock were pounding.

I arrived at the house and went to the back  where my daughter’s room window would give me a full view. At first I was disappointed to see her sitting alone on her bed. She had on a sexy red lingerie teddy on. I was pretty sure my fifteen year old daughter didn’t own a piece of sexiness like that which gave me hope.

I didn’t have to wait long. The door opened and my wife walked in with a similar outfit except in black. Holy fuck! I whispered. It was all true!

My wife sat on the bed next to my daughter. She embraced her and they kissed, but not like a mother and daughter. Their lips were intertwined in full make out mode. My daughter had her hands all over my wife’s tits. She pulled her straps leaning down to suck on her nipples. Her mother cradled her head. I took my phone out and snapped several pics.

I was going to turn my wife into a love slave that would suck my cock every day and fuck her up the ass whenever I demanded. My daughter is a willing  lover that I would treat like a goddess. Maybe I would get both of them together at some point.

I watched as my wife laid my daughter down on the bed and mounted her. She pulled her red lingerie kissing her lips and fondling her young tits. I took some more pics and lurked through the window like the pervert I was.

I went back to my car and drove around the corner waiting till about 6 pm when I came home, pulled into the driveway, and went into my home where everything had changed. It was as if I was walking into a home for the first time. Everything was new and beautiful. This was my castle and I owned everything and everyone inside it.

“Hey.” My wife greeted me with a sulky look and no hug. We hadn’t spoken since she stormed off into our bedroom the previous night. She had on a cute cropped t-shirt and form fitting jeans which I was sure was meant to tease me.

I chuckled under my breath as I imagined her on her knees sucking my cock. That would be happening. It was no longer a fantasy or a blow job a year.

“Hey, baby!” I responded cheerfully. She had a shocked look on her face, but I just kept going. “How was your day?”

“I – It was good.” She stuttered. “What are you so happy about?”

I gave her a sly grin. “It’s Friday. We get to spend the whole weekend together.”

She gave me a quizzical look mixed with a bit of confusion. “Well, you are going to have the house to yourself most of the weekend because our daughter has cheer-leading practice all day tomorrow and I am going shopping with Sandy. Then Sunday she and I are doing some bra shopping because I am sure you haven’t noticed, but she is becoming a woman.”

I quickly recalculated and came to the conclusion that I was going to hold off on disclosing my knowledge until Sunday evening. Friday night was uneventful. My daughter and her mom had a movie night and ended up falling asleep on the couch.

My Beautiful Sister

“What the hell! You lost out on some bonus points! ” my sibling yelled. We were playing our favorite video game for the hundredth time while lounging on the couch. We hated being on lockdown so much! We had been quarantined throughout the pandemic, unable to interact with the outside world for several months.

“You didn’t catch the dragon in the last level, bitch!” I retorted. 

 She giggled and punched me in the arm. We both laughed. “What time do mom and dad get home?”

 “Not until late. You wanna keep playing or watch some TV?” I inquired.

 “Neither! This is fucking stupid!” My sister is still in her pajamas in the middle of the day; her hair is a mess, but she still looks pretty. She was a year younger than me, and I tried to be careful not to view her like that, but I am still a growing teenage boy. The frustration in her voice was palpable, filling the room with its intensity.

 “I agree! I miss fucking my girlfriend. Sorry, Sis! I know that is probably too much information.”

 “I get it. Snapchatting mine just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I want the real thing!” She smiled at me. “Look at us, two horny teenagers alone in this dumb fucking house. We are prisoners, and there is nothing we can do about it!”

 I grimaced. “The whole thing is horrible.”

She stared at me momentarily and shook her head, but her thoughts still raced. “Fuck it! I have an idea, but if you aren’t into it, then just tell me to fuck off!” 

 “I am up for anything at this point. Tell me your idea.”

 She turned to me. “Hear me out! What if we masturbated in front of each other?” 

 “Like, how would that work?”

 “We would sit across from each other on the couch and watch each other get off, but no touching, of course.”

 I was so fucking horny that my cock twitched at the thought of watching my sister rub her pussy while I stroked my cock. “I am down. That sounds great, but there will be no touching.”

 “Awesome! I am excited. Should we take all of our clothes off or just our bottoms?”

 I tried to act calm about it. “I think we should probably get naked. It will be a much better experience.”

 “Okay. You are my brother, so why shouldn’t we be able to do this together without it being weird?”

 “I agree, sis!”

 We got up from the couch. I took off my jogging pants and underwear, and she pulled down her pajamas and panties. We looked at each other and giggled. “You were already excited about this just from us talking about it, weren’t you, big bro?”

 I grinned with embarrassment. “Maybe, but yes, I am excited about everything now.”

 “Well, this doesn’t seem fair because I have seen you tons of times without a shirt, and you have never seen my tits.” She teased. 

 “I can’t help it that you are a girl. I’m glad because we wouldn’t be doing this if I had a brother!”

 “Good point.” I watched intensely to see how she had developed. She raised her shirt and gave me a sample, and my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the pandemic, we were in highly sexual relationships, but I had never thought I would see my little sister like this. What we were about to do was go to the next level. She pulled her top off, and we stood awkwardly together, a brother and a sister getting ready to masturbate.

 I lay on one side of the couch, and she took the other. Our feet were almost touching, but we did our best to keep our distance. She looked at me intently as she started to rub on her pussy with her left hand, using her right hand to massage her breasts. Fuck! She was so slender and sexy. She worked outdailyy in our home gym and ran track for the high school.

 My hand grabbed my cock, and I started moving it up and down. I had to edge a lot to avoid cumming right away. Her fingers effortlessly moved over her clit, and I saw it starting to get wet as she moaned low in pleasure. “What do you think about me, big bro? Do you approve of your sister’s body?” 

 “Fuck, yes! Girl, your body is incredible! Your pussy looks so tasty, and I would give anything to suck on your tits.” 

 She smiled wide. “You are such a naughty brother to talk to me like that, but I love it! If I wasn’t your sister, what would you want me to do for you?” 

 “God, so many things! I would make you suck on my cock with those pouty lips of yours. I want you to suck on it so fucking bad.” 

 She gave me a seductive look, biting her lip. “I bet you would fill up my mouth with your massive cock. It is so big! I bet your cum tastes so good!” 

 “I would cum so hard down your throat, sweetheart.” 

 “I like it when you call me that, baby doll!” She sat up and scooted closer to me. 

 “I will call you whatever you want as long as you keep getting closer to my cock!” 

 “Fuck it!” She hoisted her body up, and before I knew it, she was face down between my legs. I groaned in pleasure as she licked the tip of my cock and then opened her mouth, sliding down my shaft and moving back up, but not out. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My baby sister was sucking on my cock. I rubbed her back as I felt her tongue against me, and she pushed herself deeper, almost to my balls. 

 “You are so beautiful, sis! You do that even better than my girlfriend. Fuck, baby. Don’t stop! I want the inside of your mouth to taste my cum!” 

 She kept going. She hit the perfect rhythm, like an orchestra that played the most wonderful symphony. My hands grasped her shoulders, and I knew it was almost time. My cock twitched in spasms of pleasure as I erupted inside her mouth. I felt her swallow. My girlfriend doesn’t even swallow. 

 “Did you like that, big bro?” 

 “That was the best blowjob I have ever gotten from anyone.” 

 She blushed. “I am glad you loved it. You tasted so good. I loved doing it for you. I have wanted to do that for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you would think it was too weird.” 

 “Are you serious?” She nodded her head, and we hugged each other. “Lean back, sis. I wanna taste that delicious-looking pussy you have and get you off!” 

 She laid back against the couch, and I got into position. My tongue started at the top, and I could tell I had already hit a good place for her. She guided my head with her hands. She was so sweet and gentle. Her touch felt like something I had always desired in a girl. It was too bad she was my sister. I licked her up and down. “Go deep into my pussy, baby. I am so wet and ready for you!” My tongue entered her pussy and went deep inside. “Right there, big bro! Keep going! Keep going!” 

 She screamed out in delight as her leg muscle tightened. She orgasmed once more, and I got on top of her, kissing her passionately. “Were you serious about what you said?” As I looked her in the eyes, she asked.

 “I was serious about everything I said, but what part?” 

 “That I was even better than your girlfriend?” 

 I kissed her on the lips and nodded my head. “Yes, beautiful sister! You are light years ahead of my girlfriend in so many ways.” 

 This would be the first of many times that allowed us to avoid going insane and even come to enjoy being in lockdown during the pandemic.  

The Abuse of Ava

The room is dimly lit, the only source of light trickling in through a small window, casting elongated shadows that dance on the walls. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and lust, a potent mix that clings to the throat and settles deep within the lungs. Ava, an 18-year-old girl who has just reached the milestone, stands in the middle of the room, her heart racing within her chest, her eyes darting around, searching for an escape. But there is none. Not from him.

Liam, a 28-year-old man with the countenance of a predator, slumps in a chair in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on Ava, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows he has her cornered, and he revels in it. The power he holds over her, the control he has, it’s intoxicating. And he is more than willing to use it.

“Come here,” he commands, his voice sending shivers down Ava’s spine. She hesitates, her feet rooted to the floor, her mind racing, thinking of what could happen if she obeys. But she knows there is no other choice. With her brother, Nate, running errands, no one is here to save her. She is alone with Liam, and he knows it.

Slowly, she steps forward, her legs trembling with each movement. Liam’s smirk grows wider, the hunger in his eyes increasing as she draws closer. She can see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his desire for her. It’s sickening, but she knows what he is capable of. She can’t fight him. Not this time.

When she is within arm’s reach, Liam stands, his towering figure looming over her. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely contained hunger that is threatening to consume her. He reaches out, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, and pulls her closer.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his breath hot against her ear. She shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears, and she fights to hold back. She doesn’t want this, not any of it. But she doesn’t have a choice. Not anymore.

Liam’s hands roam, his fingers dancing over her flesh, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He doesn’t care that she is crying or that she is terrified. All he sees is the opportunity to take what he wants, and he is more than willing to take it from her.

She stands there, her body rigid as he gropes and touches, his hands lingering in places they shouldn’t be. She can feel her stomach churning and bile rising in her throat, but she can’t do anything to stop it. She is powerless. Trapped. And there is no one here to save her.

He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, ear, and cheek. He whispers degrading things, telling her what a good girl she is, what a slut she is, what she is made for. His words are like poison, seeping into her very being, tearing her apart from the inside out.

And then, with a suddenness that takes her breath away, he rips her clothes from her body, the fabric tearing and giving way under his strong hands. She stands there, exposed, vulnerable, her body on display for him. He doesn’t waste any time, his hands back on her, his fingers exploring her most intimate parts.

She is humiliated and degraded, and there is nothing she can do to stop it. She is trapped, and there is no escape from the monster that has her in his grasp.

As Liam forces himself on her, she dissociates, her mind retreating to a safer place. She imagines herself somewhere else, far away from him, from the pain and the humiliation. But she can’t escape the reality of the situation, the feel of him inside her, the tears that are falling down her cheeks.

But through it all, one thought remains constant, one she holds onto for dear life: her brother. Her brother, who has no idea what is truly going on, trusts Liam implicitly—her brother, who is her only hope.

Liam’s breath is hot against Ava’s ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down her spine. He tells her to take off her clothes, his hands already moving to her shirt, pulling it over her head. His fingers are rough, yanking at the fabric, and she whimpers, her body trembling under his touch. She’s scared, but she knows better than to resist.

Liam unclasps her bra, his eyes roving over her bared breasts. He grabs one in his hand, squeezing it painfully, and she cries out, tears welling in her eyes. He doesn’t care, doesn’t show any sign of remorse or empathy as he moves his other hand to her other breast, squeezing and pinching in a cruel imitation of affection.

He moves to her pants, unbuttoning them with a deft flick of his fingers, and she stands there, her body shaking, her vision blurred by the tears that are now streaming down her cheeks. He pulls them down, along with her panties, and she gasps, humiliated and terrified, standing completely exposed in front of him.

He pushes her back onto the bed, his body covering hers, and she can feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh. She whimpers, her body automatically tensing, and he grins down at her, a cruel, satisfied smirk that makes her heart pound even more complicated.

Liam doesn’t waste any time, positioning himself between her legs, his hands spreading them wide. She can feel the cold air against her most intimate parts, and she tries to close her legs to protect herself, but his hands are like iron clamps, holding her open and exposed. He rubs his erection against her entrance, and she cries out, her body tightening even more.

He takes hold of his erection, guiding it to her entrance, and she can’t help but cry out even louder, the sound echoing around the room. He’s not gentle as he pushes into her, his hips thrusting hard, and she knows that he’s tearing her, the pain causing her vision to go black. She can feel blood, warm and wet, and she wants to die, to just disappear and never have to experience this again.

Liam doesn’t care about her pain, doesn’t care about the tears that are now streaming down her face, the cries that are tearing from her throat. He thrusts into her over and over, his body slamming into hers in a brutal rhythm that jolts her with every impact. She can feel him inside her, a foreign invader, and she wishes she could just die.

He finally finishes, his body tensing and shuddering above her, and she knows that he’s filled her with his seed. The final humiliation, the final degradation, and she can’t do anything about it. She lies there, broken and checked, as he pulls out of her, leaving her body aching and destroyed.

She curls up into a ball, her body wracking with sobs, and she prays for it to be over, for this nightmare to end. But she knows it’s far from over, that she’s stuck in this nightmare, and there’s no one here to save her.

Liam stands over Ava, his phone in his hand, the camera aimed at her. She’s still curled up on the bed, her body aching, her mind in a fog of pain and terror. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with fear, her breath catching in her throat as she sees the malicious intent in his gaze.

“You’re a slut, Ava,” he says, his voice cold, his words like knives cutting into her. “And now everyone’s going to know it.”

He starts taking pictures of her, capturing her in her most vulnerable state. She tries to cover herself, to hide her body from his gaze, but he just laughs, telling her it’s futile. He will expose her and share the pictures with everyone; she can do nothing to stop him.

“If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’m going to send these to your brother,” he says, his voice a low growl. “And to your friends. And to your school. Everyone is going to see what a slut you are.”

He keeps taking pictures, moving closer, zooming in on her most intimate parts. He’s enjoying this, enjoying her humiliation. And she can’t do anything to stop him.

She’s crying, begging him to stop, to leave her alone, but he just laughs, telling her that she’s pathetic, that she’s only getting what she deserves. He’s in control, and she’s completely powerless.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t do this.”

“Oh, look at the slut begging,” Liam says, his voice full of mocking. “But it’s too late for that, Ava. You’re my slut now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He takes a final picture, a close-up of her tear-streaked face, and then puts the phone away. He leaves her there, on the bed, exposed and broken, with a final warning.

“I’ll be in touch, Ava,” he says, his voice full of menace. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say, if you don’t follow my orders, then everyone is going to see what a slut you are.”

He walks out of the room, leaving her there, alone with her fear and her pain. She can’t stop the tears that are streaming down her cheeks, the sobs that are tearing from her throat. She’s trapped in her nightmare, and there’s no one here to save her. She’s completely and utterly terrified, and there’s nothing she can do to fight back.

The next day, Liam’s icy-blue eyes glowered at Ava, the predatory glint sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, sipping the beer in his hand and watching her like a hawk. Ava was acutely aware of her elder brother, Nate, in the other room, completely oblivious to the sinister dynamic between his sister and best friend. 

The room was thick with tension. Everyone was carrying on a charade, their interactions seemingly mundane. But Ava’s heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes darted between Liam and Nate, her secret tormentor and her unsuspecting brother. 

Ava’s 18th birthday had come and gone, but there had been no celebration, cake, or balloons. Instead, it had marked the onset of a new form of torture, a twisted initiation into womanhood. In her vulnerable state, Liam had taken advantage of her. He was ten years her senior, and in that chasm of an age difference, he had found his power, plaything, and prey — Ava. 

Unlike the monsters lurking in the corners of your mind, the ones from horror stories and nightmares, Liam was no predator in the traditional sense. No, he was far more dangerous. He was a predator in plain sight, masquerading as Nate’s best friend. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and Ava was the innocent lamb.

Ava, dressed in a summer dress Nate had bought her, tried to focus on the conversation, her hands fidgeting in her lap. Her heart was racing, and her chest felt tight. She could feel Liam’s gaze lasciviously roaming over her, taking in every curve and hollow of her teenage body. 

She couldn’t tell Nate about the forced intimacy, the stolen kisses, and the rough touches. The vile acts that Liam forced upon her. Every time she mustered the courage to speak, the image of her shame, plastered all over the internet, stopped her. She feared the shame, ridicule, and judgment she would face. She feared losing her brother’s love, the only family she had left.

Liam put his beer down, his eyes never leaving Ava. He stretched his legs out, his boots almost touching her bare feet. He had an air of casual dominance about him, and it was at that moment, with his icy stare and wicked smirk, that Ava knew she was dealing with a true predator—a man who had no remorse, no empathy — only hunger. 

Liam had aged like a fine wine, his years of life accentuating his handsome features—dark, tousled hair, strong jawline, and muscular physique chiseled by hard labor. But his soul, his soul, was an abyss of darkness, and Ava was falling deeper and deeper into it.

As the evening wore on, Ava retreated into her shell, her every move calculated, every word measured. She was a mouse trying to avoid the cat’s merciless pounce. She was a fawn trying to escape the wolf’s relentless hunt.

And as Nate yawned and announced his early night, Ava’s heart sank. She knew what that meant — another night of torment and being at Liam’s mercy. 

Liam, the predator, the wolf, the monster — was ready for the hunt. And Ava, the lamb, the fawn, the prey — was prepared for the capture. 

The door slamming shut echoed through the quiet house, sending a jolt of fear and dread through Ava’s body. Alone with Liam, she was acutely aware of his predatory presence. His grin was cruel and twisted, clearly showing his power over her. Her heart hammered in her chest, a relentless rhythm of panic and despair as she realized there was no escape from the nightmare she now had to endure. She had let things get too far, and now she was trapped in this depraved game with a monster.

“Take off your clothes,” Liam commanded his voice a low growl that reverberated in the room. With trembling hands, Ava slowly removed her clothes, each item falling to the floor, leaving her more exposed and vulnerable. She felt her cheeks burn with shame and humiliation as she stood before him, naked. The once familiar home now felt like a prison, and her body was no longer her own.

Liam had introduced a new degradation – she was no longer allowed to wear panties or a bra. He had replaced her modest clothing with skimpy, revealing outfits that left little to the imagination. Short, tight skirts that barely covered her ass and tops that were more like strips of fabric, designed to emphasize her body. Every day she was forced to parade around the house in these slutty outfits, feeling like a whore, a plaything for Liam’s twisted desires.

“Get on your knees,” he barked, and with a sinking heart, Ava obeyed, her knees hitting the cold, hardwood floor. She felt a chilling vulnerability from her lack of underwear that intensified her fear. She was at his mercy and could do nothing to protect herself.

He stepped closer, his erect penis in his hand. Ava’s revulsion was complete; she wanted to run and hide, but she was frozen to the spot, her body betraying her. Liam was like a predator, and she was his prey. He would take what he wanted from her, and she couldn’t stop him.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and even though every fiber of her being screamed in protest, she obeyed. She couldn’t fight back against this monster. She was forced to perform oral sex on him, to degrade herself for his pleasure. The taste of him was bitter and repulsive, and she felt her stomach churn as he forced himself deeper into her mouth, making her gag. But she had no choice. She was trapped in this nightmare and couldn’t see a way out.

Ava endured the forced act, her body and soul crying out in pain as Liam reached his climax, spilling himself into her mouth and making her swallow his vile seed. He pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. Ava’s humiliation was complete. She was nothing more than an object for his pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded.

“Remember what I said, Ava,” he taunted. “Keep your mouth shut, and I won’t post the pictures. But if you tell anyone, you know what will happen.”

Ava nodded her throat tight with emotion and unshed tears. She was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, and she didn’t know if she would ever be free again.

Ava’s hands shook uncontrollably as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It had been weeks since Liam had first forced himself on her, and each passing day had brought a new form of torment. She couldn’t take it any longer. It had to stop. But how? Who could she tell? Nate was her only family; she could never tell him the truth. He had enough to deal with. But could she keep enduring this abuse in silence?

Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about how her life had changed since that fateful day. She was no longer the strong, confident girl she had been. Liam had taken that from her; now, she was a shell of her former self. The constant fear and anxiety had taken a toll on her, and she could see the effects of it in her reflection. Her once-sparkling eyes now held a sadness that she couldn’t shake.

But there was a growing anger inside her as well. She refused to let Liam eradicate her life. She had to fight back. She had to find a way to protect herself. But how could she do that without exposing herself? Without risking everything?

The thought of telling Nate what had happened to her crossed her mind. He had always been her rock, and she knew he would do everything he could to help her. But she also knew that telling him might mean losing him forever. He might not believe her. Or worse, he might blame her for leading Liam on.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to make a decision. She had to choose between her fear, her need for freedom, and her brother and her well-being. It was a decision that no one should have to make, but she was out of options.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at her broken reflection. She thought about Nate and how much she loved him. She knew he loved her too, even if he didn’t know everything. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the look of betrayal in his eyes when he found out that Liam had been abusing her right under his nose.

But she couldn’t keep living this way. She couldn’t keep allowing Liam to control her every move. She had to find a way to stop him. She had to find a way to get her life back.

Ava took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. She had made up her mind. It was time to fight back. It was time to retake control of her life. She would find a way to stop Liam and protect her brother, even if it meant losing him.

She knew the road ahead would be difficult and painful, but she felt a new determination and strength. She was no longer the helpless victim she had been. She was a survivor and would do whatever it took to protect herself and the people she loved.

And so, as she stared at her reflection, she made a promise to herself. She would fight back against Liam and take control of her life. She would do whatever it took to protect her family and herself. She was no longer a victim. She was a warrior. And she would not be defeated.

As Nate stumbled through the front door, his vision swam, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. He had partied hard – drinking too much, snorting lines of coke like they were going out of business, and now his body and mind were paying the price.

He squinted, trying to adjust his focus, and found himself staring at his sister, Ava. She was in her room, her back to him as she rummaged through her dresser, her bra-less top giving him an eyeful of her pert little nipples. The sight of her, coupled with his intoxicated state, sent the blood pulsing through his veins and straight to his groin. Before everything went south, the thought of what they used to do together played at the edge of his mind, and he yearned for those simpler times.

Nate advanced on Ava, his eyes roaming her body and taking in the contours of her figure. He licked his lips, and Ava could see the lust in his eyes, the way his body reacted to the sight of her. He moved closer and closer, his breath hot on her face, his body towering over her. Ava’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide with terror, her body trembling as she realized what her brother had become.

“You’ve been teasing me for days, Ava,” he slurred, his words slow and deliberate. “You’ve been walking around here, flaunting your tits, parading them in front of me like I’m supposed just to ignore them. Well, I’m done ignoring it.”

He reached for her, his meaty hand latching onto her wrist and pulling her towards him. She struggled, trying to tear away, but he was too strong. He spun her around, trapping her against the wall, his body pressed against hers. He palmed her breast, squeezing it in his hand, and Ava let out a whimper of fear and protest.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’ve been dreaming of this for days, Ava. Every time I see you, all I can think about is what it would be like to have you – to be inside you.” His hand moved down, finding the hem of her shirt and lifting it. He jerked it off, leaving her upper body exposed. “I’m going to take what I want,” he growled. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

He ground his hips against her, the bulge in his jeans pressing against her stomach. He unbuttoned her shorts, the zipper echoing through the room. “Tell me you want it, Ava,” he panted. “Tell me you want your brother to fuck you.” When she didn’t respond, he pulled her shorts down, leaving her standing in front of him in her panties. “I said, tell me you want it!”

Ava was crying now, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t find any words; her voice stuck in her throat. Nate didn’t care; he knew what he wanted and would take it. He pushed her panties to the side, his fingers brushing against her most intimate area. “You’re so wet,” he sneered. “You do want it. You want your brother to take you, don’t you?”

He positioned himself, lining himself up with her entrance. “Tell me you want it!” he demanded. But Ava couldn’t bring herself to say the words, and he didn’t care. He thrust into her, tearing through her innocence and leaving her crying and shaking in his arms. It was over quickly, Nate collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and stinking of alcohol. He pulled away, leaving her crumpled and broken on the floor. “You’re such a little slut, Ava,” he sneered. “And now everyone will know it.”

He left her, the door slamming behind him as he stumbled back into the night. Ava stayed there, her body shaking, her heart pounding. She knew it was only the beginning, that the nightmare was far from over. She had been violated, and there was no one she could tell, no one she could trust. The world she once knew was gone, replaced by a nightmarish reality where her brother was her worst enemy.

Ava’s heart throbbed with fear and dread as she dialed her friend’s number. She had confided in Liam about her plan to invite her best friend over for what she thought was a harmless get-together, unaware of his true intentions.

When Ava’s friend arrived at the house, she was greeted by a tranquil and tense atmosphere. Instead of the typical laughter and chatter that filled their gatherings, Ava could only muster a forced smile as she invited her friend inside.

Ava led her friend to the living room where Liam was waiting; his eyes fixed on them with an unsettling intensity that made Ava’s skin crawl. She introduced Liam as her stepbrother, watching her friend’s eyes widen with curiosity.

Liam offered them both a drink, and as Ava’s friend sipped on her drink, she felt her body relax, and her worries faded away, unaware of the drug that Liam had laced her drink with.

As the night wore on, Liam’s gaze never wavered from them, and Ava could feel the pressure building inside her. She knew what was expected of her, and it made her feel sick.

Liam moved closer, and Ava could feel her heart racing as his eyes roamed over her friend’s body. He gave her a nod with a wicked grin, and she knew what she had to do.

Ava’s hands shook as she reached out to her friend, the room spinning as she felt Liam’s gaze on them. With a deep breath, she pressed her lips against her friend’s, their breaths mingling as they kissed. Ava could feel the weight of Liam’s expectations on her, and she knew she had to make this convincing. She had to make her friend believe she wanted this, even though it was the furthest thing from the truth.

She deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down to unbutton her friend’s shirt, revealing her lacy bra. She could feel her friend’s hesitation, but as the drug took effect, she felt her relax and kiss Ava back. Ava’s heart ached as she thought her friend’s hands on her, knowing that this was far from what she wanted, but she couldn’t stop. She knew that they were being watched, and she had to continue.

Her hands moved to her friend’s skirt, sliding it up to reveal her thighs. She could feel her friend’s moisture, a sign that the drug was working its effect on her. Ava’s body responded, but she felt nothing but fear and loathing. Despite her hatred, she continued to touch her friend, the camera in the other room recording every sickening second of it.

As they moved to the bed, Ava could feel the bile rising in her throat as she was forced to take off her friend’s clothes. She watched as her friend laid back on the bed, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and she knew she had to continue. She had to make this look good for Liam, or he would punish them both.

She reached for her friend’s panties, pulling them down to reveal her sex. Ava’s body responded as if it belonged to someone else. She felt disconnected from her own body; the only thing she could focus on was the camera and Liam’s twisted desires.

As she touched her friend, she could feel the dampness of her arousal, and she knew that she had no choice but to continue. She slid her fingers inside her friend, feeling her tightness as she began to move. She could hear her friend’s moans, the drug making her oblivious to the truth of what was happening. Ava’s mouth moved to her friend’s sex, her tongue licking and sucking in time with her fingers. She could feel her friend’s body tremble and knew she was close. She continued to move her fingers inside her, her tongue licking at her clit, and she could feel her friend’s body tighten as she reached her climax.

The room was silent; the only sound was her friend’s harsh breathing as she came down from her high. Ava could feel the tears burning in her eyes, her heart aching at what she had just done. But she couldn’t stop, not yet. She knew that Liam would demand more of them and had to be ready.

She moved up her friend’s body, her sex aching for release, but she knew that this wasn’t about her. She knew that she had to make this look good for Liam, or else she would never be able to save her friend.

She reached for her pants, sliding them down her hips and revealing her sex to the camera. She could feel her friend’s eyes on her, and she knew that she had to continue. She had to make this look good, or Liam would punish them both.

She straddled her friend’s body, her arousal making her wet and ready. She knew this would be the most challenging part, but she had to do this. She had to submit to Liam’s perverse game, or else she would never be able to save them both.

She pushed her fingers inside her sex, moving them in time with her friends. She could feel her arousal building, and she knew that she had to finish this. She had to make this look good, or Liam would never let them go.

She moved her fingers faster, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer. She could hear the camera in the other room recording every sickening moment. She knew that this was it—this was her chance to save them both.

As she reached her climax, she collapsed on top of her friend, the room spinning as she felt the weight of what she had just done. She knew that this was far from over, that Liam would demand more of them, but at least for now, they were safe. And that was enough for her.