April Fools Step Uncle Criss, No Sex for You! (Part 1)

Kyler and Molly swap filthy ideas across the kitchen table, their voices low and sharp, each suggestion more twisted than the last. They know exactly how Uncle Rick eye-fucks their legs when he thinks no one’s looking. Molly’s cunt is already wet just imagining how far they can push him, and Kyler grins like she wants to see smoke coming off his brain. Tonight they strip down to tiny cotton panties and tighter tank tops, everything see-through when the porch light hits. They practise the act—stretching on the rug, bending deeper than they need, arching until nipples ghost against fabric. Every pose is an invitation, every glance they trade a promise they’re going to break him open. When Rick steps through the door they press in on both sides, voices soft and poisonous-sweet. One brushes his chest while the other leans over his shoulder to point at something meaningless on his phone. Their nipples graze his arm. Warm breath in his ear. Molly’s fingers rest a second too long on his belt as she asks why his hands are shaking. He stands rigid, cock swelling hard against his zipper, pulse hammering. The girls feel it, feel the panic and hunger twisting through him, and the tension only feeds them. They keep leaning in, pressing closer, daring him to cross the line they’ve painted in wet, glistening ink.