December 24, 2025 — Christmas Eve The house smelled of roasted prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes, and mulled wine. Elena had outdone herself: the dining table glowed under candlelight, red linen napkins folded into perfect trees, a centerpiece of fresh pine and cranberries. Soft instrumental carols played in the background. It was the picture of a perfect holiday dinner… except for the secret undercurrents that made this...

The afternoon slipped away in a lazy haze of contentment. After the steamy shower encounter, Lily emerged with her skin flushed pink. Her hair stayed damp and curled at the ends. She threw on a cropped red holiday sweater that barely skimmed her midriff and a pair of soft white cotton panties with tiny candy canes printed on them. The outfit felt festive, teasing, and easy access. Ethan followed downstairs in grey sweatpa...

The alarm clock on Ethan's nightstand blinked 8:17 AM, December 22, 2025. Snowflakes danced lazily outside the frost-laced window of the old suburban house, blanketing the neighborhood in a pristine white hush. Ethan stirred under the thick comforter, his body heavy with the remnants of sleep. At 24, he was back home after grad school, crashing in his childhood bedroom while figuring out his next move. The room still held...