Thanksgiving stretched long into the early hours of Friday. I slept in—wrecked, spent, aching in places I hadn’t even thought to stretch—and didn’t wake up until Lisa’s name lit up my phone. I stretched for it and cursed how my body seemed pulled and twisted in all the wrong and right places at the same time.

I pushed the button and forced a pained “Yeah?”

“Babe!” she screamed.

“Ough.” That was all I had.

“Oh… that kind of day?”

I wasn’t about to tell her exactly what kind of day it was. I was sore, tired, used, and just wanted to stay in bed until the aches turned into something else.

“So… I can’t interest you in binge drinking?” she asked.

I declined and promised for the next day. She was okay with that. I stretched. Still leaking from both holes. I exhaled—slow, deep, satisfied. A lazy smirk drew across my face.

“Hannah Reed,” I sighed, “You’re such a little slut.”

I lay there, listening as the house rustled with life. Sander in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Mom and Dad were downstairs, chatting with my Aunt and Uncle—normalcy settling in, pretending nothing had changed. Perhaps it hadn’t.

I got up, didn’t bother getting dressed, and went to pee. Sander just grinned.

“Sore much?”

I giggled. “So sore.”

He rinsed, turned,  and looked at me. Really looked.

“You might be spinning out of control, Hannah.”

Not teasing. Not mocking. Something else. A different side to him.

I just smiled. “Yeah… perhaps.”

I flushed, washed my hands, and met his gaze in the mirror.

“But for now, this is working.”

He tilted his head, a furrow between his eyes. Skeptical. Searching.

“What are we? A science experiment?”

I laughed, “I don’t do science. I do psychology.”

“Same difference,” he scoffed.

I was used to explaining things to him. I had built a patience for it.

“Dear Sander,” I breathed, tilting my head just slightly. “Science is easy. Rockets. Gravity. Things that work, and things that don’t. And the simple task of finding out why things are.”

I let my fingers trail across his chest—light, teasing, knowing.

“But this?” My gaze flicked up to meet his. “Why we want things to work, why we desire things to work? Why we can’t keep our hands off each other? Why do we always come back for more? Why Mom and Jolene haven’t stopped? Why Dad and Uncle—”

I let the words hang. Let him fill in the blanks as I opened the shower stall, turned on the water, and let it run—hot, steaming, waiting.

Then I smirked.

“Did you envy Dad?”

A pause.

“Or  Uncle Thomas?”

He opened his mouth, still searching for words, but ended up shaking his head and retreating to his room.

I let my sins steam off in the shower.

When I finally made it downstairs, they were all sitting in the dining room. I stopped and paused at the sight of them. So normal, as if last night was nothing but shadows flickering at the edges of their mind. I let the moment settle. Let it tease at something deeper.

What drove us?

What drove me?

They had coffee and cake and were discussing which route to take home. Their conversation seemed normal, almost mundane, to anyone who passed by.

Nothing changed—not until they noticed me standing there.

Mom was the first to break the silence. Smiling. Knowing.

“Well, there’s the main attraction.”

A beat. A flicker of tension.

Then—Jolene. Smirking.

“That, Hannah, was legendary.”

A pause.

A decision.

“We’ve decided—you’re all coming to our place for Christmas.”

Settled.

All I had to do was ace my exams—easy enough— and then head to California for a family gangbang.

I love it when my plans fall into place without me having to lift a finger.

“I’ll pack light,” I smirked, heading for the kitchen.

Sex gives you an appetite, and there was no sense in letting the turkey go to waste.

Sander joined me a little later, settling into the chair beside me. I leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder.

“This is nice, too,” I sighed.

He just shrugged. Unmoved.

“I didn’t know you did nice.”

I smirked against his shirt.

“Only on Fridays. Between a snack and a fuck.”

I sat up, studying him. Then smirked.

“And I intend to snack for a long time.”

His fingers drummed against the table. A pause. Just long enough to notice.

“You don’t ever get full, do you?”

Not a joke. Not really.

A bite of turkey—still the best turkey ever. I swallowed, letting the words linger just a little longer than the food.

“Only with you.”

A pause. A planned tease.

“And… never mind,” I teased.

“What?”

I laughed, slow and knowing.

“Turns out black men with deep beliefs are my thing.”

“Deep beliefs?” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “That's what gets you off?”

He wiped his mouth with his napkin like this conversation wasn’t turning into something else.

“Or is it just about watching them struggle first?”

“Struggle?” I whispered, leaning in just slightly. “They don’t struggle. Turns out I’m easy once I see how they’re driven.”

He didn’t say a word and didn’t move. He didn’t even blink.

“It’s not even about their beliefs,” I continued, watching him. “Not really. It’s about how much they believe.”

“They?” he said.

I smirked. “Dramatic. For effect.”

I let the pause settle before adding, “Just one. One who made me cum like you do.”

A beat.

“But left me feeling different.”

Sander didn’t know what to make of any of it.

His brow furrowed. “So… he’s like your boyfriend?”

I laughed. Short. Sharp. Amused.

“No. Oh fuck, no,” I laughed.

Let the silence stretch just long enough.

Then—“But he will father my child.”

“Hannah… you’re crazy.”

Maybe he was right. Perhaps that’s why I needed to get through Harvard. To fix myself. I had to admit—my notebooks made for an interesting read. I exhaled, shaking it off.

“Shut up,” I whispered, nudging his arm. “Let’s just have a nice meal, okay?”

He sipped his coffee but couldn’t let it go.

“How many…”

I shrugged, tearing off a piece of bread. “I don’t keep count.”

A sip of juice. A lazy smirk.

“Mostly my roommates. Then… I don’t know. A few dozen?”

He couldn’t believe my ease. Maybe he didn’t want to.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I smiled, “Most of them were in one night, anyway.”

He blinked. Processing. Calculating.

“Your roommates? The Black girl and the Chinese?”

I smirked. “Shavonne and Alicia.”

A sip of juice. “Yeah. Shavonne—daily. Alicia? When she needs it.”

He stirred. Uncomfortable. Intrigued.

I leaned in, watching him. “Don’t get hard, Sander.”

His face burned.

I laughed. “I couldn’t. Still ruined.”

A slow sip of juice. A smirk.

“Perhaps later. Let’s just eat.”

He tried.

“Shavonne,” he said.

I lifted an eyebrow. “Mhmm?”

“She’s hot.”

There it was. Three months later, my brother finally dared to say it.

I smirked. “Too hot for you, bro.”

“But not for you?”

I let the question sit. Let it breathe.

Finally, I shrugged. “Just sometimes.”

“Introduce us?” he whispered.

I set my glass down. Deliberate. Certain.

“No.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is that for you to decide?”

I smirked. “When I find a better cock than yours, perhaps.”

A pause. A slow sip.

“I can’t risk her ruining my one perfect cock.”

Because that’s precisely what Shavonne would do. If not for herself, then just to spite me.

He wasn’t ready for her.

She’d break him. Turn him into her slave. And as intriguing as that thought was—I wasn’t ready for that.

Finally, he just ate.

I spent the rest of my Friday resting in my room. I saw Aunt and Uncle off with indecent touches and lingering stares. I’d never kissed them goodbye quite like that before, but it made me feel better.

Not binge-drinking-ready just yet—but better.

Later, I invaded Sander’s room.

We watched a movie. Cuddled.

Slept.

***

When I woke, Sander was still asleep. I peed, brushed my teeth, and returned to my room to find I had missed three calls from Lisa before 9 am, which was unusual for her.

I called her back.

“Hannah! Where have you been?” she giggled.

“Sleeping, you crazy bat,” I yawned.

“You can’t sleep your entire time off away, babe! You, me, Tony. In an hour. The usual place.”

I rubbed my face. “How ‘bout you guys just pick me up?”

Lisa hesitated. “But you usually want to get out when we get too lovey-dovey.”

I smirked. “I’ll consider it research.”

I stood in the driveway as their car pulled in—a rusty, old Trans-Am. Tony’s own wheels.

Lisa jumped out, hugged me tight, and then flipped the seat up so I could squeeze into the back. Cracked leather. Stains I’d rather not think about. Tony grinned. There’s something about guys and their first car. I smirked, stretching out.

“Hey, Tony.”

A pause.

“Fucked anyone you shouldn’t have lately?”

Might as well put it out there.

Lisa shot me a stare, but Tony just looked in the mirror. Blushing.

“You cannot think you could cheat on my girl and not be busted.”

He didn’t want to have this conversation. Neither did she, but I had six and a half minutes before we hit the diner, and I might as well pull open some wounds.

“Was she worth it?” I leaned forward. “Did you cum harder? Better? Differently?”

He sighed.

“No,” he muttered.

I tilted my head. “Then why, Tony?”

“Just… stay out of it, Hannah,” he muttered.

I scoffed. “Stay out of it? How can I?”

I leaned in, my voice smooth and deliberate. “Sometime between now and midnight, your cock will be up my cunt. I just need to know what other cunts it’s been in—And why.”

He sped up. Checked his mirrors. Fiddled with the radio.

“It… was a mistake,” he sighed.

The kind of mistake I never quite could understand.

I leaned in, voice even. “How, Tony? How do you end up with your cock in a stranger’s pussy by mistake?”

Primal instincts. The need to dominate. The need to mark territory. Tony was no different from any other man although he thought he was. Maybe he even told himself he was—a good guy, the faithful boyfriend, the kind who made mistakes but always returned.

But I knew better. Men aren’t complicated.

Their bodies are walking contradictions—they want to own and be owned, to chase and to be caught, to conquer and to surrender.

And the most dangerous part?

They barely even understand it themselves.

I tried stretching my legs out, as if I could relax in his disaster of American-engineered discomfort.

I exhaled and took my time.

“It wasn’t a mistake, was it?”

Tony’s fingers flexed against the wheel. I smirked because there it was.

“It was instinct,” I concluded.

No applause, just silence.

“You saw something you wanted. Or maybe—someone who wanted you.”

His jaw tensed—a tell.

“That’s what got you, isn’t it?” I tilted my head, voice smooth, assured. “It wasn’t about love. Or sex. Not really.”

He changed lanes. A distraction. A failed one.

“It was about being wanted. Feeling like a man. Like the center of someone’s universe, even for a moment.”

He swallowed hard. I smiled at his face in the mirror.

“That’s why you cheated, Tony.”

I let the words settle. Let them breathe.

“Not for better pussy. Not for something new.”

I could feel the weight of the car—the tension thick enough to stall the engine.

“But because, for just a second, you weren’t Lisa’s boyfriend.”

A slow inhale.

“You were a man who could take whatever was before him. What was offered.”

His grip on the wheel twitched.

He couldn’t even deny it.

I leaned back, stretching against the cracked leather. Loose. Relaxed.

“She wasn’t better and not worth it. You might just have to watch tonight, Tony.”

He sighed with relief as we pulled into the diner.

“Burgers are on you, Tony.” I smiled. “And I’m hungry.”

We slid into our booth. I nodded toward the washrooms. Lisa blushed, and Tony just shook his head as he went to order.

“I’ve never come like that. Ever. Fucking ever,” Lisa whispered.

I smirked. “I know.” I leaned in, lowering my voice. “But tonight, you will.”

She tried to act shy, but her eyes betrayed her. I grinned, stretching back in my seat.

“Hey, Tony!” I called out. “Lisa wants an extra-large Coke!”

Lisa’s nails pressed into my thigh. “Fuck you.”

I smiled. “Food first.”

We sat through the rest of the morning. I behaved. Tony mellowed. Lisa draped herself against me at times, relaxed in a way that made me wonder if she ever really was with him or if she just liked the idea of it. She picked at her fries, stealing bites from my plate when she thought I wouldn’t notice, but I always did.

Tony kept himself occupied, scrolling through his phone, pretending not to pay attention, but he did. His body language had shifted, and his usual smugness had dulled. I wondered if I had broken something in him or if he was just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to wrestle back some sense of control.

Lisa’s parents were away for the weekend, which made things easy. I texted Mom to let her know I’d be staying at Lisa’s, and she didn’t ask questions. I wondered if she ever would, if any of them would.

As we got up to leave, I let my fingers brush against Tony’s arm, just enough to make him stop. I leaned in close enough that only he could hear.

“Remember, you only get to watch.”

He swallowed, his jaw twitching like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

It was a lie.

But he didn’t need to know that just yet.

I pulled away, smirking. “Oh, and Lisa wants another Coke. Pretty please?”

Lisa giggled, tucking herself under my arm as Tony exhaled through his nose and turned toward the counter.

Good boy.

The drive to Lisa’s place was a silent one. Tony kept his eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel. Lisa bit her lip, her fingers tracing patterns on her thigh like she had something to say but wasn’t sure how. I leaned back and watched the familiar streets of Madison drift by—the gas station, Adam’s garage, the Sheriff’s office. Nothing ever changed in Madison.

Apart from how Lisa would orgasm. And how Tony would never make a girl cum like he was about to make Lisa cum.

Lisa eagerly jumped out of the car, pulled the seat forward, and let me out. Tony was slower, more hesitant. He liked watching girls make out—he just hadn’t reached his zone. Yet.

And he had been working on a comeback all day.

“Tell me, Hannah,” he said, shifting his weight, trying to sound casual. “How is it okay for me to fuck you but such a big deal when I make a stupid mistake?”

I laughed. Not even a real laugh. Just amused. Pitying.

“Oh, Tony. There’s so much wrong with that question.” I stepped past him, brushing my fingers under his chin just because I could. “First of all, because I’m worth it. And second, it gets your girlfriend off.”

I let that sit before delivering the real blow.

“But honey… you’ve never fucked me.” I turned, meeting his gaze, smirking at the way he swallowed.

“I fuck you.”

Lisa wrapped an arm around my waist as we started walking. Mid-stride, she turned to glance over her shoulder.

“You coming, babe?”

Of course he was. He was never not.

As soon as we entered, Tony headed straight for the stairs.

I smirked. “Where you going, Tony?” I nudged Lisa toward the living room—clean surfaces, hardwood, and tile, precisely what we needed.

He hesitated halfway up.

“You can get undressed, Tony.” I watched him, watched the way his body tensed. “Then sit in that chair.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Dad’s chair?”

I grinned. “Tony’s chair.”

She stood, black eyeliner smudged slightly, a soft blush warming her cheeks. Her deep brown eyes were wet with longing.

“I want you naked as well, babe. On the floor. All fours. Ass facing Tony.”

Her breath hitched. “Here?”

I smiled. “Right here, babe.”

She hesitated, just for a second—her blush deepening as she glanced at her grandmother’s photo. But she undressed.

Her body always did that little something to me—that little itch I needed to scratch. I had to feel her. I had to be naked with her—skin on skin. Dropping my clothes had become a habit. I liked naked. I liked naked on naked even more.

I ran my fingers down her spine and traced the soft curves of her hips.

“You’re so perfect, Lisa,” I whispered.

Enough to make her melt.

“I need to pee,” she whispered.

I touched her, pressed against her, feeling the warmth of her skin. “Not yet,” I murmured, lips grazing her neck, my breath teasing the edge of restraint. She shivered.

Guiding her down, I positioned her exactly where I wanted—on all fours, facing Tony. I ensured he had the perfect view, adjusting her, tilting her hips just right. Then I spread myself on the floor in front of her, close enough for her to feel my breath, my heat.

She didn’t hesitate. She knew what I wanted, and she delivered—her mouth on me, her tongue tracing, sucking, licking, drooling.

“See how hungry she is for me, Tony?” I moaned, my voice dripping with pleasure and certainty. “Don’t you wish she’d hunger like this for you?”

My fingers tangled in her hair, tightening, pulling her down harder, closer. She gasped against me but didn’t resist. Her hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing in slow, desperate circles. Her breaths—hot, uneven—pumped into me. Warm. Needy. She wouldn’t last long.

“You can come closer now, Tony,” I whispered, voice slow, deliberate. “Close enough to feel her heat. To smell her.”

He hesitated momentarily, then slid off his chair and onto the floor.

I stretched out further, back arching against the hardwood, letting Lisa sink deeper into me. Her tongue worked, desperate, her fingers buried between her thighs. She moaned against me, soft vibrations sending a thrill up my spine.

“Good girl,” I murmured, threading my fingers through her hair, pressing her closer, feeling her breaths warm and heavy against my skin. She was getting close—I could tell by the way her hips rocked against her hand, the way her mouth grew frantic, the way she gasped between licks.

Tony sat there, watching.

I turned my head, catching his stare, his jaw tight, his fists resting on his thighs like he wasn’t sure he could move.

I smirked. “Come here, Tony.”

He inched closer.

“Closer.”

He obeyed, sliding in beside us, close enough for the heat of Lisa’s body to brush against his skin.

I reached for him, cupping his face in my hands, tilting his head down. His lips hovered just above me, just above where Lisa’s tongue disappeared between my legs.

I let my thumb glide over his bottom lip. “Lick her.”

A flicker of hesitation. A breath.

I pressed my fingers against his cheeks, firmer now. “Lick her ass, Tony.”

Lisa moaned louder, fingers working faster between her thighs. She wanted this. She wanted all of this.

And I was going to give it to her.

Tony positioned himself, his...