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(Sexual Themes, Drug Use, Violence)

“Get the fuck out of my house!!”

Nessa had tears running down her face, her right cheek burning from her mother’s swift slap.

“You have no right to bring that shit around your sister… wait till your father hears about this.”

The vile of blow sat in the center of the island, the stark white powder out of place against the clean, color-matched kitchen and cabinets. So she’d fucked up. She knew it.

She sobbed messily, throwing out apology after apology. Her black-dyed hair was a tangled mess from her shower, lightly curled from not brushing it, and her green eyes were surely red from irritation.

Lilly’s bright blue eyes peeked around the hallway entrance, her well-kept, long blonde hair flowing as she stepped into view. Nessa’s hair had once been blonde too, but once she’d hit her teens, the colors came and went.

Her mother ranted, furious—going on about school grades, how colleges wouldn’t want a druggie’s child, and how she should’ve known something was wrong. Of course, she hadn’t even changed out of her work suit. It was all too much to show her little sister.

“Mom, it’s just a little blow. Why are you acting like the world’s ending?” Lilly’s voice was calm, almost genuinely questioning the over-the-top rage.

“Both of you, get out!” their mother hissed, mascara running down her face like some horror-movie villain—here to steal away the daughters she’d never fully loved.

“Fine,” Lilly shot back.

That’s how the trip started—with them getting thrown out by their doctor mother, before their lawyer father even had a say. Their phones rang nonstop for the first two days. After that… silence.

⸻

Markus Solomon—“Max” to the close friends he sold drugs to—was the only person they knew who had a house of his own. Of course, he was in bed with two bimbos when they showed up.

After a long, drawn-out “no, you can’t stay here,” he folded and let them crash in his finished basement. Drug dealing had its perks.

“There’s enough stuff down there. Y’all can sleep on the two couches. There’s a TV and a fridge,” Max said, rubbing the back of his neck. His dark brown bangs shifted as he looked at the two girls standing on the stairs.

“There’s a back door that leads to the yard. Use that to come and go. I’ll give you two a few weeks before I want rent.”

He smiled—eyeing Nessa like she was a meal he wanted to devour.

Max was a gym bro. Apparently still entertaining the two girls upstairs when they arrived, he stood there in nothing but shorts, his bare chest flexed. His manhood had been obvious when he answered the door. Thankfully, the few minutes walking through the living room and kitchen calmed him down.

Lilly scoffed at his inability to not stare her sister down like a fresh steak.

Nessa didn’t give it much thought. She grabbed her two bags and headed down into the basement.

“Why do guys always have to be in creeper mode?” Lilly grumbled as the door closed and latched. “He’s definitely hot though.”

“Guys will be guys,” Nessa giggled, knowing full well her sister was unversed in dealing with men. “At least we’ve got our own space.”

“For how long?” Lilly asked, tossing her stuff on the first couch.

“I’m not sure. They might take you back in a day or so,” Nessa replied, shaking her head.

“I’m not gonna leave you hanging out here alone,” Lilly said, kicking off her flats and pulling her bra off under her hoodie. “I’m ready for bed.”

⸻

Two weeks passed quickly.

Nessa had locked down a decent-paying server job at the bar down the road—thanks to her close friend Nicky, who bartended there.

“So how’s Max?” Nicky asked with air quotes as she wiped down the counter.

It was a slow weekday. Only two men sat at the bar watching an old basketball game, while a group of freshly-turned-21 girls celebrated in a booth. Nessa was wide open for the question.

“I haven’t fucked him, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Nessa hissed, sitting on the nearest barstool. She said it too loud—the man closest to her glanced over with a smile.

“That’s too bad. I hear it’s huge.”

Nicky laughed. “I’m totally kidding. How’s Lilly holding up?”

“Okay, I guess. She’s been kinda weird the last couple of days.”

“Weird how?” Nicky almost dropped a glass when one of the men whistled for attention.

“I’m not entirely sure. Just… weird,” Nessa said as Nicky sauntered toward the men, hips swinging, cleavage on display.

⸻

“Fuck me harder! Pull my hair!” Lilly groaned loudly.

Her face was buried into the corner of the couch, ass high in the air, sweat glistening on her skin.

Max wore a cocky grin as he pounded into her from behind. She was being a dirty slut, and Nessa would be pissed—but Max had been all about her since they arrived.

He was a good lay too—not that she had much to compare it to.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, yanking her hair and kissing the back of her neck.

“I’m cumming!” she squealed, sighing heavily as he jackhammered into her.

Third time that session. It was one of the reasons she’d kept coming back.

It had started two nights ago when she went out for a smoke and found him on the back porch. A couple of drinks later and he was eating her out in the kitchen.

Now she was letting him fill her with his baby batter—seven or eight times in the past two days, at least.

He finished again, pulled her into his lap, and cuddled her in his strong arms. She always melted into him after.

“I’m not gonna lie, you’re pretty fucking amazing for a newly broken-in filly,” he whispered into her neck, making her twitch in post-orgasm sensitivity.

“Well, you do me right every time,” she cooed.

“You should probably head upstairs. Nessa will be home soon, and I need a shower now.”

She stood, cupping herself as cum began dripping into her hand.

“That’s cold,” Max laughed, pulling her in for one last sensual kiss.

“Suck me dry and kick me out.”

“You wish my mouth was wrapped around it.”

She giggled, hopping toward the bathroom and wiggling her round butt.

“Even colder,” he muttered, grabbing his clothes as the shower turned on.

⸻

“You going on the road trip?” Nicky asked as Nessa slumped over the bar, the place now bathed in near-darkness.

“Max told Lilly about it, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” she mumbled, sounding like she might just fall asleep on the bar.

“Three hot guys and Nessa’s not down to party? What’s got you so bummed out?” Nicky poured two shots quickly.

“I gotta set a good example for Lilly. She’s still got classes for another month,” Nessa grumbled, tossing back the shot in one gulp.

“A good example would’ve been not leaving your blow on your dresser while you showered,” Nicky said, going low.

It stung. But still, Nessa found herself laughing with her friend.

“You’re not wrong,” she said, shaking her head.

“But I still hate you for bringing it up.”