SMUT COLLECTION | JENLISA G!P

Obsession - I

Trigger Warnings

it is taboo and contains scenes that may upset sensitive readers.

Triggers include incest between blood relatives, degradation, dubcon.

Lisa g!p

Jennie

I shouldn't watch her, not like this. It's wrong and would make her angry if she ever found out, but it's like an addiction. I try to resist the temptation, but every time I see her, my eyes are drawn to her. My heart thuds in my chest, and that ache between my thighs grows. It's like he has some sort of magnetic pull.

she's constantly on my mind, imagining what it would be like to be with her the way she was. mom never deserved her, never cared for her like I do. Never loved her. And now that she's gone, I must make her see that it's always been me. It's a dangerous game I'm playing, and I know it could end badly. It could end us.

I've tried to distract myself, focusing on other things and people, but it's useless. she's always in the back of my mind, taunting me, tempting me.
    
As I watch her from the small crack in the den's doorway, I can't help but wonder if she knows that I'm watching her, lusting after her? Or am I just being paranoid? she thinks I'm in bed, that she's alone. It’s the only time she lets go.
     
A part of me knows I can't keep going on like this, living in a constant state of desire and fear. Fear of being found out. Fear of rejection.

But for now, my eyes are glued, unable to turn away. The woman on the laptop screen in her lap mewls loudly, tits jiggling as a man twice her size pounds into her. My eyes move down to where her hand is lost in her gray sweatpants. she shifts in her seat, and I hold my breath, afraid she might notice me. But she doesn't, her eyes still fixed on the screen
     
My eyes are locked on the outline of her erection straining against her sweatpants, and I feel myself getting wet, soaking even. her hand moves faster, eyes shut, and her face morphs into an unrecognizable expression. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Not the constant scowl on his handsome face since mom left. 
     
I watch as she continues to pleasure herself, her hand moving faster and faster, her breathing growing more erratic. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward that woman on the screen. She's making her feel like this. she desires her.
     
What would it be like to be the one giving her that pleasure, to feel her cock in my hand as I stroke it?
     
she whimpers, her body shuddering, and I know she's reached climax. Daddy looks beautiful when she comes. It's not right. It's sick. If anyone knew, I’d be locked up, but the thrill of the forbidden is too much to resist. I want her, I want her so badly, and I can't help but ache at the thought of her touching me in forbidden places.

But then, as if she senses my gaze, she looks up and catches me staring. My heart races as I freeze, unsure of what to do.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the silence between us almost suffocating. Daddy’s face is tinged pink, and I know she's ashamed. she shouldn't be. And then, without a word, she slams her laptop shut and stands, walking out of the French doors to the backyard. I want to follow her, but I know better.
     
I'm left feeling embarrassed and terrified. Now she knows I've been watching her, but a part of me can't help but hope she might feel the same way about me. Maybe she's thinking about me, too, craving me like I'm craving her.

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"Pass the milk," daddy says, her eyes on her phone screen. It is the first thing she's said to me all morning. It isn't like we talk a whole lot, but the iciness in her stance is almost suffocating. My little brother, alex, smacks his spoon on the table. At two and a half, he's a handful, but he's also the sweetest little thing. He's a mini-me, with raven locks, except our eyes, his are green, like Mom. Mine cobalt, like Daddy.
     
Denise, our housekeeper, and his nanny hums in the other room. 
     
"Daddy," I say, and my stomach flips when her eyes meet mine. her chestnut hair, with streaks of silver, always seems to stand on end. 
     
"Yeah?" her voice is a low rumble.
     
"Can we talk about—"
     
she lifts her hand, "No. No, jennie, we can't. We won't. Eat up and get ready for school. You'll miss the bus." she never calls me jennie, not unless she's pissed off. I'm her nini. And she's been dropping me off every day since Mom walked out on her. 
     
I nod, dipping my chin. I choose not to say anything more. she's obviously angry.
     
"And your college applications aren't gonna complete themselves. I want them done by the end of the week."
     
"Fine!" I snap, standing, the legs of the chair scraping on the linoleum tiles.