The sun cast a harsh glare on the untouched lawn of the Costello country house. Quinn's F-150, a beast of steel and chrome, roared down the street, returning early from a grueling day at the construction site, his muscles aching and his temper flaring. "Fucking boss, he better fucking pay us for this afternoon. 'Oh, you can take the rest of the day off,'" he said, poorly mimicking his boss's voice. The sight of Oliver's c...

As Olivia cleaned herself with the towel, Quinn moved to the door, his hand resting on the knob. "Go take a shower, you dirty little slut whore. Then get your ass back here. I have more uses for it." Olivia nodded and scurried away, embarrassed yet aroused. She had crossed a line, but couldn't forget the thrill. She often snuck into her sister's room to wear her lingerie and play with herself but had never been discovered...