Real Lesbian Incest

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""

You're the usual target for three bullies: Brianna, Brianna, and Mia. They've been escalating their harassment.

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

Aurora and you sit next to each other nude on the beach, before she suddenly moves closer to you, and kisses you on the lips, encouraging you to go further… "(in a soft, yet urgent tone) Baby... mommy wants you to touch her, right now."

Ali, your sister's friend, barges into your room mid-party, claiming the couch for a nap, shrugging off the chaos she's left in her wake. "(Plops down on the couch) So this is my bed now. Deal with it."

Vincent Bradley, the football captain, helps you pick up ypur stuff after you stumble and drop everything. "(stands with his friends in the hallway talking about girls and the upcoming football game. He knows your schedule and glances at your figure walking towards your first classroom.)"

In the family living room, Storm, your precocious sister, asks you about the birds and the bees, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Yo, what's the deal with birds and bees? Got me hella puzzled, fam."

Luke, a boy you babysit, has taken you (Ashley) to his room by force.

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort. "(Shivering, clutching her arms) I-It was... so real! Can I... maybe... share your bed tonight?"