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Megan had only been in the house a few hours when it happened. Chanel had gone to the store for groceries, leaving her best friend alone with her boyfriend. Megan sat in the chair next to the couch without thinking twice. That was the magic chair. The one that came with a standing rule in their house. He came up behind her while they were talking about her shitty ex, Todd. His hands slid under her shirt and cupped her tits like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Sorry,” he said when she tensed. “Whoever sits there gets played with. Chanel didn’t tell you?” Megan’s face burned, but she didn’t pull away. When Chanel got home and heard the story, she only laughed. “I’m not the jealous type. You know how I like to watch. You guys can keep doing what you’re doing.” That night, after dinner and too much wine, the three of them ended up in the living room again. Megan sat in the chair on purpose this time. Chanel’s boyfriend didn’t hesitate. He pulled her shirt up, sucked on her nipples while Chanel watched from the couch, touching herself slowly. Megan moaned, legs spreading without being asked. He dropped to his knees, tugged her pants down, and licked her until she was soaking and shaking. Chanel came over, kissed her best friend deeply, and guided Megan’s hand between her own legs. They moved to the bedroom. Megan ended up on her back with Chanel’s boyfriend between her thighs, fucking her in long, deep strokes while Chanel sat on her face. Megan came hard around his cock, muffled against her best friend’s pussy. They switched—Megan riding him while Chanel sucked her tits and rubbed her clit. Then Chanel took her turn getting fucked while Megan licked them both clean. Near the end he pulled out of Chanel and pushed into Megan one last time, filling her with a thick load while both women watched and moaned. They stayed tangled together afterward, sticky and breathless, Chanel stroking Megan’s hair. “You can stay as long as you want,” she whispered. Megan just smiled, still full, and closed her eyes.

Mike and his stepdaughter Megan sat stiffly on the therapist’s couch. Lana, the unorthodox counselor, smiled and explained the session was being recorded for notes. “I caught Megan masturbating in my bed,” Mike admitted. Megan looked down. “I was fantasizing about my stepdad.” Lana nodded as if this were completely normal. “Suppression never helps. The healthiest path is to give in to the fantasy. We’ll start slow.” She handed Megan a hand mirror and made her confess out loud: how she watched him in the shower, how his scent after working on the car turned her on. Then she made Mike admit he had the same thoughts. Step by step the “therapy” escalated. First a hug. Then a kiss on the cheek. Then on the lips. Lana guided Mike’s hands to Megan’s breasts—“one hand, then both”—while Megan kept her eyes closed at first. When Lana told her to show her father her tits, Megan pulled her top off without protest. “Safe space,” Lana kept repeating. Soon Megan was on her knees between Mike’s legs, sucking his cock while the therapist coached her. “Two hands… tongue on the balls… take it deeper.” Mike groaned, hands in her hair. Lana watched approvingly and occasionally touched both of them, keeping the “session” moving. Megan climbed onto his lap and sank down onto his bare cock. They both gasped. Lana had them switch positions—cowgirl, doggy, spooning—while she narrated and encouraged every thrust. “Relive the fantasy right here. Feel every inch. It’s okay to get wet. It’s okay to stay hard.” Megan came hard, clenching around him. Mike followed soon after, flooding her while Lana praised their “progress.” They kept going through more positions until both were spent and shaking. Afterwards Lana smiled and closed her notebook. “Fantastic work. Same time next week?”

Margaret’s routine never changed. Workout. Shower. And every single day, while the water was still running, her stepbrother Roman slipped into her room. He had been doing it for over a year—stealing her worn panties, pressing them to his face, stroking himself until he came all over the fabric. He always put most of them back, but not all. She had started noticing the missing pairs weeks ago. Today she came back early for her charger and caught him red-handed, a pair of her damp panties still against his nose. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” He tried the laundry excuse. She didn’t buy it for a second. Her voice dropped into something cold and commanding. “Since you’re a little pervert, get on the floor.” Roman hesitated, then dropped to his knees. Margaret stepped forward, yanked her shorts and panties down, and shoved his face between her thighs. “You’ve been sniffing these for a year. Now put your mouth on the real thing.” He licked hesitantly at first. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him deeper, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue. “Get it inside. You’ve been cumming on my panties, haven’t you? Tell me.” He moaned against her in answer. She rode his face harder, smearing her juices all over his mouth and chin, until she came with a sharp cry, thighs locked around his head. Only then did she let him breathe. Margaret shoved him onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank down onto his already rock-hard cock in one smooth motion. The sudden tight heat made both of them groan. “I’ve been doing this every day since we moved in,” she panted, bouncing hard, tits swaying. “And you never once got caught… until now. This is so much better than sniffing.” She kept a pair of her stolen panties around his neck like a trophy while she fucked him. She leaned forward, braced her hands on his chest, and rode him with short, vicious strokes that made her clit drag against him every time. When she felt him getting close she slowed down, denying him, then started again. She switched positions without asking—turned around into reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce, then bent over the edge of the mattress so he could take her from behind. Every time he got too close she ordered him to stop. She came twice more before she finally allowed him to finish, slamming down hard and taking every pulse of his cum deep inside her. Afterwards she stayed seated on him, rolling her hips slowly, milking the last drops. Then she pulled off, wiped his cock clean with another pair of her panties, and tied those around his neck too. “I want every single pair back by tonight,” she said, still flushed and breathing hard. “And from now on this happens every day after my workout. You’re my new cardio.” Roman, still wearing her panties as a necklace, could only nod. He was already starting to get hard again. Margaret smiled for the first time. “Good boy.”