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Sarah cruises her beat-up sedan through suburbia to grab Karen for the long weekend at the folks’ place. Karen’s already posted at the curb with her overnight bag, hops in, and they’re off. Two 18-year-old girls who’ve been attached at the hip since third grade, headed to what’ll be their last July 4th together before freshman year. Karen’s always loved crashing with Sarah; her dad treats holidays like a full-contact sport and it feels way better than the half-assed stuff at her own house. Plus, Karen basically worships Sarah’s picture-perfect life. They roll up the driveway to find her dad on the porch in a ridiculous BBQ apron, waving like a dork. “Fuck me, he’s mortifying,” Sarah groans. Karen giggles, “Still not as bad as last year’s star-spangled nightmare.” They pile out, exchange quick hugs, then head inside. Later, everyone’s out back. Dad’s babysitting the grill while Mom lounges with the girls. Talk shifts to college, and Mom needles Karen about whether she’s got a boyfriend yet. Karen squirms—she’s never been comfortable spilling details like that. Dad’s eyes keep straying over the fence line, locking on Karen and sliding up and down her body whenever Mom isn’t looking. Karen starts shifting in her seat; Sarah clocks the vibe and changes the subject fast. At dinner Dad hoists his beer for a toast, thanking his “beautiful ladies,” then brags about how Karen’s grown into a real stunner. Karen smiles awkwardly, fingers white-knuckling the napkin under the table while his eyes linger on her chest. He jokes, “If only I were eighteen again, you’d have to watch out!” The parents crack up; Karen forces a tight laugh and suddenly wishes she were anywhere else. Dusk. The girls are out front waving sparklers, drawing shaky hearts in the dark. Mom leans over and whispers that it’s bedtime. Sarah tries to argue for more time but Dad shuts it down—he’s got plans for tomorrow. They sulk inside. Sarah’s room. She’s already under the covers scrolling when Karen comes out of the bathroom and slides in next to her. “You good?” Karen asks. Sarah mutters “tired,” rolls away, and kills the light. Middle of the night the lamp clicks back on. Karen blinks and finds Sarah’s mom straddling her hips on the bed. Before she can speak, Dad steps in wearing nothing but boxers, hard-on outlined like he doesn’t give a shit. He hands Karen a glass of water like this is all normal. They pet her hair, say they heard her tossing, wanted to make sure she was okay. Karen glances at Sarah’s turned back, voice small: “Is something wrong with her?” They smile, tell her not to worry, she sleeps like the dead. Mom kisses Karen’s forehead; Dad’s hands move to her shoulders, kneading. “So tense,” he murmurs. Mom says they’ve always thought of Karen as their second daughter and they want her last weekend before she leaves for school to be unforgettable. Dad adds, “You’re 18 now,” voice dropping, and tugs his boxers down. His cock springs out, Mom’s hand immediately wrapping around it. Karen’s eyes go wide, heart hammering. Mom keeps her voice soft, soothing: “It’s okay to look, honey. We just want to make you feel good—our special secret.” Karen stammers she’s never done anything, and Dad grins, says they’ll take care of that. Mom pulls Karen onto her back, spreads her legs, while Dad kneels between them and drags his tongue over her pussy in long, slow licks. Karen gasps, body twitching, one hand clutching Mom’s wrist for balance. Dad lines up and pushes inside, stretching her virgin cunt inch by inch. Karen’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, her hips jerking as he fills her. Mom strokes her hair and coos encouragement while Dad pumps in steady strokes, each thrust making Karen’s small tits bounce under her thin tank top. The room fills with the slick sound of skin on skin and Karen’s shaky whimpers. He fucks her in every position Mom can arrange—legs over his shoulders, bent over the edge of the bed, face buried between Mom’s thighs while Dad rails her from behind. Karen’s eyes keep darting to Sarah’s motionless form, tears glistening. Dad groans low, pulls out at the last second and paints thick ropes across Karen’s flushed face. Mom smiles up at him like she’s proud, then tucks Karen between them under the covers, clicking the light off. “We’ll stay right here so you don’t have any more bad dreams,” she whispers. Karen lies still, sticky and sore, staring at the dark ceiling. Across the pillow, Sarah’s eyes are open—wide, wet, watching everything.
Sarah cruises her beat-up sedan through suburbia to grab Karen for the long weekend at the folks’ place. Karen’s already posted at the curb with her overnight bag, hops in, and they’re off. Two 18-year-old girls who’ve been attached at the hip since third grade, headed to what’ll be their last July 4th together before freshman year. Karen’s always loved crashing with Sarah; her dad treats holidays like a full-contact sport and it feels way better than the half-assed stuff at her own house. Plus, Karen basically worships Sarah’s picture-perfect life. They roll up the driveway to find her dad on the porch in a ridiculous BBQ apron, waving like a dork. “Fuck me, he’s mortifying,” Sarah groans. Karen giggles, “Still not as bad as last year’s star-spangled nightmare.” They pile out, exchange quick hugs, then head inside. Later, everyone’s out back. Dad’s babysitting the grill while Mom lounges with the girls. Talk shifts to college, and Mom needles Karen about whether she’s got a boyfriend yet. Karen squirms—she’s never been comfortable spilling details like that. Dad’s eyes keep straying over the fence line, locking on Karen and sliding up and down her body whenever Mom isn’t looking. Karen starts shifting in her seat; Sarah clocks the vibe and changes the subject fast. At dinner Dad hoists his beer for a toast, thanking his “beautiful ladies,” then brags about how Karen’s grown into a real stunner. Karen smiles awkwardly, fingers white-knuckling the napkin under the table while his eyes linger on her chest. He jokes, “If only I were eighteen again, you’d have to watch out!” The parents crack up; Karen forces a tight laugh and suddenly wishes she were anywhere else. Dusk. The girls are out front waving sparklers, drawing shaky hearts in the dark. Mom leans over and whispers that it’s bedtime. Sarah tries to argue for more time but Dad shuts it down—he’s got plans for tomorrow. They sulk inside. Sarah’s room. She’s already under the covers scrolling when Karen comes out of the bathroom and slides in next to her. “You good?” Karen asks. Sarah mutters “tired,” rolls away, and kills the light. Middle of the night the lamp clicks back on. Karen blinks and finds Sarah’s mom straddling her hips on the bed. Before she can speak, Dad steps in wearing nothing but boxers, hard-on outlined like he doesn’t give a shit. He hands Karen a glass of water like this is all normal. They pet her hair, say they heard her tossing, wanted to make sure she was okay. Karen glances at Sarah’s turned back, voice small: “Is something wrong with her?” They smile, tell her not to worry, she sleeps like the dead. Mom kisses Karen’s forehead; Dad’s hands move to her shoulders, kneading. “So tense,” he murmurs. Mom says they’ve always thought of Karen as their second daughter and they want her last weekend before she leaves for school to be unforgettable. Dad adds, “You’re 18 now,” voice dropping, and tugs his boxers down. His cock springs out, Mom’s hand immediately wrapping around it. Karen’s eyes go wide, heart hammering. Mom keeps her voice soft, soothing: “It’s okay to look, honey. We just want to make you feel good—our special secret.” Karen stammers she’s never done anything, and Dad grins, says they’ll take care of that. Mom pulls Karen onto her back, spreads her legs, while Dad kneels between them and drags his tongue over her pussy in long, slow licks. Karen gasps, body twitching, one hand clutching Mom’s wrist for balance. Dad lines up and pushes inside, stretching her virgin cunt inch by inch. Karen’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, her hips jerking as he fills her. Mom strokes her hair and coos encouragement while Dad pumps in steady strokes, each thrust making Karen’s small tits bounce under her thin tank top. The room fills with the slick sound of skin on skin and Karen’s shaky whimpers. He fucks her in every position Mom can arrange—legs over his shoulders, bent over the edge of the bed, face buried between Mom’s thighs while Dad rails her from behind. Karen’s eyes keep darting to Sarah’s motionless form, tears glistening. Dad groans low, pulls out at the last second and paints thick ropes across Karen’s flushed face. Mom smiles up at him like she’s proud, then tucks Karen between them under the covers, clicking the light off. “We’ll stay right here so you don’t have any more bad dreams,” she whispers. Karen lies still, sticky and sore, staring at the dark ceiling. Across the pillow, Sarah’s eyes are open—wide, wet, watching everything.