We’d been at this outdoor country concert for a few hours, drinking and singing and dancing around. One of the guys in our group is the type who can’t have three beers without wanting to fight, and right on cue, he got into it with some other drunk dude. The cops were over in seconds.

They clocked that we’d all been drinking. My buddy ended up in cuffs, getting hauled one way while the rest of us were escorted in another direction.

As I’m walking, I pass a family friend—someone I’ve known for years. He followed along, started talking to the cop like they were old pals. Turns out they play poker together once or twice a week. He convinced his buddy to let us go on the promise that he’d take us straight home.

He started dropping everyone off one by one. I was supposed to stay the weekend with a friend, but after the mess, I figured maybe not. He told me I could crash at his place—nothing unusual. My family’s stayed there plenty of times. Huge house. Pool, hot tub, home theater.

On the way, he asked if I wanted ice cream. Like I ever say no to ice cream. The little shop was closed, but there was a vending machine out front. He bought my favorite and his favorite, cracked open the console between the seats, and pulled out two spoons.

We talked about what to do—movie, hot tub, maybe Wii. I said pool first, then hot tub, then see what happens.

At his house, he told me to grab one of the spare rooms downstairs and pick out whatever clothes or swimwear I wanted. I dug through a drawer and found a bikini that barely covered anything. Tried it on, looked in the mirror, and thought, Perfect.

When I came upstairs, he did a double-take. “Jesus, Sydney. Your mom wouldn't be happy if she saw you if she saw that.”

“She’d probably just roll her eyes,” I said.

We floated in the pool for a while, then took a quick dunk in the hot tub. Back inside, we split up to shower. I just rinsed off the chlorine, grabbed a T-shirt from a drawer, and went upstairs. It barely hit my belly button.

He looked at me and shook his head. “You’re gonna leave snail tracks on my couch.”

“Snail tracks?” I asked.

He held up two fingers bent together. “Snail tracks.”

I laughed. “If I get turned on enough to slime up your couch, it won’t just be my juices on it.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed me the remote. “Find something to watch.”

I put on John Wick 3. He kept stealing glances at me, eyes moving to wherever that T-shirt didn’t cover. Finally, I said, “If you want to look, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Figured that out when you walked in like that.”

I stretched out on the couch, back against the arm, legs wide open—giving him the perfect view. His eyes locked on me.

“You sure you want to go down this road?” he asked. “This’ll change how you look at me. And at yourself.”

I’d been crushing on him since a party a couple summers ago, watching how women responded to him. I’d bet money he’d taken a few of them to bed that night.

“I’m not innocent,” I said. “And yeah—I'm not scared of this happening”

“Aw, yes, I know,” he said. “Your mom told me about that trail in the lawn leading to your sliding glass door.”

That threw me off—both that he knew and that Mom would actually tell him.

“When did she say that?” I asked.

“Earlier this summer,” he said. “We talk a lot.”

“Have you, have you been sleeping with my Mom?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” he said, which told me everything I needed to know. Then he added, “Remember a few years ago when your mom lost that weight and went back to being a redhead? She just needed some motivation.”

I already knew the answer to questions I didn’t even want to ask.

“So,” he said. “Is this a rabbit hole you really want to go down?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I shot back.

He stood, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and carried me to his room. Tossed me onto the bed hard enough to make me bounce. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he said, spreading my legs. “Five foot nothing, smooth little pussy, tiny tits with those pretty nipples. No wonder your mom talks about keeping an eye on you. I’d keep an eye on you, too.”

He spread my legs and buried his face in my pussy. God damn. This man had a doctorate in eating pussy. He licked my clit, tongue-fucked me, then moved lower and rimmed my tight little asshole until I whimpered. Three shaking orgasms before I even touched his cock.

When he climbed between my legs, his dick slapped onto my belly—long enough to reach my navel. My breath hitched. He pushed inside, stretching me, filling me, fucking me like he owned me. My legs were bent back over his chest, then up on his shoulders so he could drive even deeper.

He kissed me, filthy, tongue shoved down my throat, while his cock slammed me, he was pounding me into the mattress. I came again, legs trembling.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Let’s see if we can do that again.”

“Please do,” I moaned.

“Assuming you’re as active as your mom says,” he said. “You’re on birth control, right?”

“Do you want me to be?” I asked.

His eyes went dark. “You’re a naughty little girl.” He pounded harder, fucking me like a man on a mission. I came a second time just as he buried his cock deep inside of me, groaning as he filled me with his baby batter.

We lay there, sweaty and tangled. I went down and sucked my own juices off his cock, loving the taste, loving how filthy it felt. Then I climbed on top and rode him hard, grinding my little tits into his hands while I bounced until he gave me a second load.

Afterward, lying there catching my breath, I asked him, “How long have you been fucking my mom?”

“Five years,” he said without blinking.

My jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yep. And your sister for the last two.”

“Halle? You’ve been fucking Halle for two years?”

“Are you planning on fucking my other two sisters too?”

He grinned wickedly. “I’d love to. I want to fuck all the girls in your family. What do your grandmothers look like?”

He laughed, but not in a way that sounded like a joke. For a second, I thought he was teasing—then again, he probably wasn’t.

“Do you think my other sisters would go for it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Might need some help from you three to talk them into it.”

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” he said, eyes glinting. “Can you imagine how amazing that would be—fucking your entire family? If the other two are as filthy as you three, that’s the jackpot.”

He grinned wider. “You and Halle definitely get your nasty streak from your mom. None of you were hard to get into bed—you all suck cock like your lives depend on it. And let’s not forget…” He chuckled darkly. “…all three of you take it in the ass like champs. God damn. If your other sisters are even half this dirty…” He whistled. “…I may as well never leave your house.”