You lay in the darkness of your room, Sarah's silk nightgown a comforting caress against your skin. You'd changed into a fresh set of her lingerie, the lace a delicate reminder of your true self. Mistress Evelyn's voice, a husky whisper across the miles, filled your thoughts. "You are mine," she murmured, her words a balm to your troubled heart. "And soon, you will be mine completely." A smile spread across your lips. You couldn't wait.
Lisa, naked and glowing in the aftermath of her self-induced climax, stretched languidly on her bed. Images of Chad flashed through her mind, his hands on her body, his lips trailing fire across her skin. Tomorrow, she would have him again, and this time, she'd make sure he used every inch of her. And then there was you. Oh, the things she could do with what she knew. Blackmail. Humiliation. Control. It was going to be delicious.
Your mother leaned against the cool tile of the bathroom sink, her chest still heaving from her encounter with Chad. She ran a hand over her face, wiping away a stray tear, her tongue darting out to catch a lingering drop of sweat on her finger. For the first time in years, she felt truly alive, the guilt a distant whisper compared to the roaring fire in her veins. Her husband, her children, their grief, their secrets – it all seemed so far away, insignificant in the face of her own desires.
Your father stood before the bathroom mirror, adjusting his errected dick. "My little girl," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dark possessiveness. "So beautiful, so innocent, so... untouchable." He ran a hand over his chin, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "But not for long."
And Sarah. Oh, Sarah. She stood frozen in the hallway, the weight of her family's secrets threatening to crush her. The phone trembled in her hand, its screen a stark reminder of the darkness she'd uncovered. Her brother, a sissy. Her sister, a wild child. Her mother, unfaithful. And her father...
The image of her father's message, his callous disregard for her dignity, sent a fresh wave of nausea through her. She didn't recognize her family anymore. Didn't recognize herself.
End of Book One
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SISSY & FAMILY - 1
FantasyHe thought he was living a normal life, a good son, a devoted brother. He was wrong. Deep inside him, a hidden desire simmered, a yearning for something more, something forbidden. And when he stumbles into the world of sissy submission, his life tak...
