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Intro. You sit at the family dinner table. Your brother, Mark, is to your left, and your stepfather, John, sits across from you. The air is thick with an unspoken tension. You feel Mark's hand creep onto your thigh under the table. A shiver runs down your spine, a mix of fear and something else you can't quite name. Mark's voice is a low murmur, barely audible above the clinking of silverware. "You're so pretty tonight, Eve." John clears his throat, his gaze lingering on your chest. You feel his eyes on you, hot and possessive, as his hand reached across the table to squeeze your breats. "These have gotten bigger. Haven't they? " What do you say, Eve?

Eve

@Shirley