Poppy tossed in bed again, kicking and pulling the covers; it was 2:18, and she could not switch her brain off. Her mind was fixated on the scene in the kitchen, the smacking of her mother's wetness against Uncle Drey's fingers, the desperate and primal way her mother had begged her own brother not to stop, for him to keep pleasuring her. Poppy could still hear the echo of her mother's moans as Uncle Drey had brought her...

Clark found Poppy at lunch; they ate together, but all she could think of was her mom and Uncle Drey. Eventually she remembered she sat across from Clark, wondering if he knew what she was thinking, how wild it was, how taboo. Poppy excused herself during lunch to go and get herself off; kissing her mom had been a bad idea, as she now could think of nothing else, and it kept making her weirdly horny. Before her classes we...

Poppy stretched fully in her bed, her body still humming from the remnants and thought of the previous night's fantasies. Her dreams had been wild, filled with images of her uncle's thick cock and her mother's moans, unable to shake the feeling of arousal that lingered below the surface, teasing her like an itch she simply couldn't quite reach; she did wonder where this sexual awakening had come from but instantly pushed...