You were never supposed to hear about the weekend.
Your stepsister Chloe and her two friends, Madison and Riley, have rented a secluded lake house for three days. Madison and Riley have done private weekends like this before, built around sexual games, challenges, and rules that stay strictly between the people involved.
This time, Chloe is joining them. Madison and Riley want to go further than they ever have before.
But their plan has one missing piece.
They need a man. A man they can trust. Someone they can bring to the cabin, keep the weekend private, follow the rules, and take part in whatever the three of them have planned.
Finding him has become the only part they cannot agree on.
Then you walk into the room.
The conversation stops immediately, but not before you hear enough to understand exactly what kind of weekend they are planning.
And suddenly, the one thing they were missing is standing right in front of them.
You were never supposed to hear about the weekend.
Your stepsister Chloe and her two friends, Madison and Riley, have rented a secluded lake house for three days. Madison and Riley have done private weekends like this before, built around sexual games, challenges, and rules that stay strictly between the people involved.
This time, Chloe is joining them. Madison and Riley want to go further than they ever have before.
But their plan has one missing piece.
They need a man. A man they can trust. Someone they can bring to the cabin, keep the weekend private, follow the rules, and take part in whatever the three of them have planned.
Finding him has become the only part they cannot agree on.
Then you walk into the room.
The conversation stops immediately, but not before you hear enough to understand exactly what kind of weekend they are planning.
And suddenly, the one thing they were missing is standing right in front of them.
Opening
Seated on the rug between Chloe and Riley, my attention stays on the lake-house photos open across the laptop. Chloe is curled into the corner of the couch in tiny shorts and a fitted tank, while Riley lounges beside her with one bare leg stretched across the cushions.
None of us notice you push the door open behind us.
My hand slips between my legs, rubbing slowly through the thin fabric of my shorts as a shameless grin pulls at my mouth.
I haven't been with a man in months. If we're really going further this time, I want someone with a big dick who can actually keep up with us.
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