soren picked her up in his cruiser outside of the club. even had the sirens going so that he could scare her little friends into thinking she was in trouble. he did this a lot. pretended she was in trouble and then drove her home. but fuck she was intoxicated. she was saying dirty things about what she was doing at the club, the dirty things she got up to. how am i supposed to keep my cock under control? it's standing tall in his black slacks. he's driving the same way home except he takes a turn she would notice was wrong. the opposite direction of the house. he takes her to a secluded spot of town, pitch black. turns the lights off and turns to her. "do i gotta smack some sense into you, girl?" questions with a rough tone. "you're spewing shit you shouldn't be saying." fucking hard on, thinking about it all. "have you always been such a fucking slut?"

cocky little smile blooming lazy and cruel across her mouth, sutton sinks back into the leather, her gaze never leaves the rearview mirror, watching the way his eyes keep catching hers and snapping away again. sugar and vodka still cling to her tongue, coke buzzing hot through her veins, blurring the edges of right and wrong until they barely exist at all. some would say she’s not thinking straight, but sutton’s never cared for straight lines anyway. she’s always preferred pressing where it was dangerous, and god, no one is gets more riled up faster than him. "i mean, fuck." she starts in a dreamy sigh. "the two of those guys were basically fucking me raw on the dance floor." she tilts her head back in pretend thought." if that bouncer hadn’t been so bitter i didn't let him feel me up after he checked my id.. who knows, i’d probably still be there. spread open. letting them have their fun." the image alone drags a low moan from her throat. she braces a palm against the seat, fingers skating up her own chest once, slow and deliberate, just to see what it does to him, before she laughs again and turns toward the window like none of it mattered. doesn't miss the way he takes the wrong term, and briefly does it cause a nervous churn inside her, but it flutters away nearly as fast as it came. they come to a stop, and sutton glances back over at older male, lips pouty as she leans over. "oh come on, dad... sorry, can i call you that? or do you prefer daddy? i don't really know the protocol on what to call the man fucking my mom and pretending to have any authority of me." words become a spiteful hiss before she's leaning back against the seat again, rolling her eyes. "christ, soren. just because you're in a fuckless marriage doesn't mean everyone else has to be miserable."

SILENCE IS HIS FAVOURITE ANSWER to the back and forth between his cousins, his blues occasionally meeting bella's enough to keep her acting up, but his focus mostly stolen by the other twin. in his youth, river never had a preference between the pair, but now an adult staying with his family while he searches for his own place in town, it's definitely maggie that sparks his interest. better behaved than her shameless sister, seemingly more tightly tethered to her morals, but no doubt all the more enjoyable if he could ever get his rough hands on her for long enough to make her spiral. "it's fine if you want to go up to bed, mags," he finally speaks up, soft words tinged with intentional disappointment, his eyes sliding away from the tits he had only managed to glimpse before they were shielded from his view. instead, older male opts to clearly ogle her twin's bouncy chest, amusement pinching at mouth corners. "i'm sure me and bells can find something fun to do with just the two of us."

MAGGIE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO PASSIVE ! especially in comparison to such boldly put twin . it's not that she doesn't try , that she doesn't crave attention just as much as any other girl , that she doesn't have such urges deep inside her gut . but , never been any good at charm, too easily tripped up by own shame, too flushed with embarrassment, too bound by the prim habits she couldn’t seem to shake to ever come close to bella’s effortless allure. shaky palms pull up the flimy strap of tank top , covering the nipples that were quick to harden against the cold air and embarrassment . " exactly ... he's family and you're being a freak . " hisses in a quiet whisper as she leans to her sister . jaw nearly hit the floor as bella bared herself completely, and heat surged to maggie’s cheeks . before brain could catch up , her hands were already moving , palms pressing against bella’s breasts to shield them. “ bella! ” she gasps . " stop it. " soft voice tries to be demanding , and she moves her hand to hover over sister's chest , head whipping towards her cousin . older , handsome , but their cousin ! " n - no .. " word trembled out, thought of leaving bella alone with him felt like an even worse idea. swallowing her unease, maggie pulled away, snatched her drink from the table, and took a long, steadying gulp. settling herself back into the couch, she forced a weak smile . “we can show him a good time without being… weird. can't we watch a movie or something ? ”

"thought you liked whenever i showed up late." he remarks, tone softening at the recollection.

hazel hues drop to the ground at her doormat , avoiding his . had been awhile since the last two saw one and other , but could remember their relationship clear as day , down to what his tongue felt like to the day she called it quits . had avoided family dinners and accidental meetings since . eventually , a heavy pause between them later , auggie clears her throat . " you should go . "

"it'd be rude of you, not to invite me in."

knock on door had frightened her at first once she realized the time . passed it off as a drunk homeless person , maybe her neighbor that locked themselves out again , or maybe she was hallucinating it . but the sound kept coming , and eventually auggie had rolled out of bed , slipped on her silky peignoir and flung the door open . last expected her step - brother , and the aching inside her has her dreading ever opening the wooden frame in the first place . " coyo — " swallows hard , digits curled around door frame . " what are you — what are you doing here ? it's late . "

jack fought to keep back a smile by biting down in his lower lip as his best friend's daughter spoke ill of his wife. fact was that she was nothing more than a trophy-wife who'd come for his dick and stayed for the money. there wasn't a reason for him to leave her as she did what was asked, mainly hanging on to his arm at events and doing the small-talk, thereby getting him off the hook. "a bitch?" jack finally let a chuckle escape him. "i'd say a frigid cunt, but that's just me," he continued with a small shrug as he pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. "a bit of a mix of both, i'd say." his words came out sounding light, in no way taking offense to her trashing the woman who wore his ring. "can't be easy having another woman in the house, you know?" jack's voice fell in tone as he took her in, her ass currently planted where he usually leaned over the counter and had his morning coffee. "especially not one as stunning as you," jack continued and sucked in a breath through his nose. "you really are all grown up."

brows narrow and plum lips pursed in a half smile , amused at the mirrored derogatory against his wife . " well , judging by her piss poor attitude , i can only assume that frigid cunt is the reason you're still with her. " cheek rests against cold glass , free hand curled around counter . she shifted just slightly , bare thigh brushing deliberately against the edge of the counter , hem of her little black nightgown revealing pale skin that had no business being on display in a house that wasn’t hers . but that was half the thrill . ever since her dad’s best friend had said she could stay, she hadn’t been able to resist pushing just a little further, leaning a little closer . " i wouldn't mind other women in the house . " sutton muses . " but it's gotta suck knowing the one sleeping down the hall would give you more than small talk if you just asked . " teeth catches bottom pout , less coy and more daring now. she tipped back the last of her whiskey in one smooth gulp and set the glass aside without a second glance, head tilting slightly . " you call all your friends' daughters stunning , or am i just your special big girl ? "

SHE ALREADY HAD THE SPOTLIGHT ON HER, dumbly giggling at every joke the male made, openly making reference to how easy and down for anything she was, constantly shifting position so her big tits bounced around under her tight baby tee. but it wasn't enough for bella to have his attention, she wanted his approval too. that's when focus turned to the other girl with them, brown eyes wickedly widening, amusement threatening to pinch at plump pout. "you going to get these out or what?" blonde teased, offering a firm grope to one of the female's tits before rolling her eyes, "god, you're going to be a prude all night, aren't you? boooring." as her musical insult rang out, fingers eagerly fondled over other's bust for a while before suddenly yanking at the fabric so breasts spilled out with a pop! that would make professional p*rnstars proud. "oops. my bad."

DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE DOWN HERE , sitting so passively and maladroit on the edge of the couch , babysitting the strong drink that was made for her in her hands while her twin fawned over their older cousin . pouty petals are tightly curled down , a shift of uncomfortable frame as shoulders lift and drop in a heavy sigh , trying to figure out when could be the best time to just slip from the basement and up to the safety of bedroom . " bella , please . " tongue feels bitter and cheeks are bloomed with heat , maggie's swats at her sister's hand, big hues pleading. " this isn't funny anymore . it's weird . i think we should just go to b - " words are cut short when her lavender little tank is pulled down , round tits that were already a little too big to be contained by such flimsy cotton , spilling out . gasps , soft hands instantly coming to smack across her chest , trying to cover her tanned skin as her eyes avoid the male sitting beside them . " what is wrong with you !? "

SABRINA CARPENTER Manchild (2025)

he stares at the newspaper with a quiet focus, though the truth is, he couldn't name a single headline if asked. his attention is entirely focused on his step - daughter, squirming in silence across the table from him. charlotte is learly building up to something, and he is content to let the silence press her into saying it first — until she finally speaks, and xander wishes she hasn’t. “ no, ” he says flatly, jaw tight as he folds the paper and looks up at the young blonde. “ you're not goin' anywhere with that boy, or any boy, period. and that’s non - negotiable. ”

the answer he gives her is one she expected the moment alex jameson had asked her out . still , it doesn't stop peachy petals from curling downwards , shoulders slumping . " but ... " charlotte begins quietly , her clasped hands separating as she takes a step forward . " but he's real nice , i promise . he even said he'll gladly come over to meet you before then . a - and i wouldn't be out very long . just a dinner 'n a movie . " tries hard to plead her case , desperate for a chance to finally date . " please ? "