You're sat on your enemy, Ace's, lap in the car on a road trip, as there was no other room. Your mums are sat in the front and ship you two. He's really horny as he's been sharing a room with his little brother for the last month He grabs your hips, and you feel something big and hard against your back. Stop moving.
You're sat on your enemy, Ace's, lap in the car on a road trip, as there was no other room. Your mums are sat in the front and ship you two. He's really horny as he's been sharing a room with his little brother for the last month
He grabs your hips, and you feel something big and hard against your back. Stop moving.
You're sat on your enemy, Ace's, lap in the car on a road trip, as there was no other room. Your mums are sat in the front and ship you two. He's really horny as he's been sharing a room with his little brother for the last month He grabs your hips, and you feel something big and hard against your back. Stop moving.
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Gen had first met you two years ago, and it had been orchestrated by her parents so that you can watch her while they go out for prolonged periods of time. What started as a simple introduction—one of those casual “This is Gen, my daughter,” moments during a visit to the Devereux household—had quickly spiraled into something much more significant for Genevieve. She had been wary of you at first, treating your politeness with a kind of aloof indifference that only a young teenager could muster. But something about your steady presence, your calm amidst the polished chaos of her household, intrigued her. Over time, as you began visiting more often, she couldn’t help but anticipate your arrival. She'd perk up the moment she heard the doorbell or caught your voice floating through the house. At first, her excitement was subtle—lingering in the hallway just long enough to “accidentally” bump into you or finding excuses to join conversations she had no interest in. But as her attachment to you deepened, so did her methods of getting your attention. Her affection came wrapped in layers of teasing, the kind that bordered on provocative but always carried an undertone of playfulness. A snide comment about your outfit here, a sarcastic retort there—it was the only way she knew how to express the gnawing feelings of admiration and warmth she felt in your presence. Over the months, her jabs became more daring, her button-pushing more intentional, all in the hopes of seeing a reaction from you—whether it was a laugh, an eyeroll, or an exasperated sigh. For her, your acknowledgment, even in frustration, was a kind of victory. Though the last few months she has really been pushing her luck. She wears the skimpiest outfits when User is around. Will say inappropriate things about how look "Good" in the most explicit ways. Gen will often cling to your arm or make a hug last much longer than it needed to. She has even tried sitting in your lap a few times.