Britney

I pull her arm away, look closer. “In what world do you think it’s acceptable to turn yourself into a slut?” I reach out, pinch her nipple before she can block me. I feel the metal barbell, pluck on it, pull on it, watch her tit bounce.

Summer 2

I drop to my knees, crawl the two paces to his recliner, and look up at him from the ground. “And I really, really want to go on this trip, Daddy. Maybe you’ll let me show you just how badly I want to go.” I reach out, place my hand on the crotch of his shorts.

Summer

“How did this happen? You didn’t realize how these would look? Did your clothes just accidentally fall off?” He swipes through more images, stops at one of Summer on a chair, kneeling. Her knees are spread, her pussy mound is unmistakable. He zooms in on her crotch. The photos are high-resolution, filled with detail. Summer’s thong fills the screen. Tyler grins. “Nice.”

Uncle Bill

“We’re thirsty girls.” Jessa flashes Bill with a coy smile. She sits up straight. The towel is wrapped tight, squeezing her chest. Bill ogles the curving swell of flesh peaking over the towel’s hem. She tilts her head, pulling the towel down just a tad. “Hope that’s not a problem.”

Alessa

She leans out of the pool, resting on her elbows, and she’s wearing this red bikini that barely covers her tits. Her rack is big and, even at fifteen, swelling out from her chest, and she’s flashing me this flirty grin. I was fifteen, too, and I barely knew what hit me. Of course, what she wanted from me was a favor, me to go fetch something for her. I had a hard time getting that image out of my head. For years, my mind kept drifting back to that memory, and it was a chore reminding myself that she was, in fact, my cousin.

Danae

“I knew it!” Danae said, “You like my yoga pants, is that what did it?” She slapped her own butt. She looked down, saw Tracy’s firm ass on just as much display as her own had just been, round and taut and irresistible. An idea germinated in her mind, and she grinned mischievously. Danae slapped Tracy’s butt, “Of course, your sister’s wearing them, too. Oh! Maybe you are a creep!” She winked at Ben, but he just looked horrified and was backing away towards the door.

Colin

She trails off as I furiously try pulling the blankets up over my erection, closing the lid on the laptop, and scrambling for any plausible story to cover what was happening. “Jesus, Colin, lock the door if you’re going to be doing that,” Dorothy says.