LILA

The lock gave way with a sharp click.

Aunt Marsha shoved the door open, flashlight beam cutting across the toolshed like a spotlight. Behind her stood half the reunion—cousins, aunts, uncles, even old Grandpa Joe leaning on his cane. The sudden light hit every filthy detail: me on the hay bales, thighs spread, pussy and ass both leaking thick white streaks; Noah, Ethan, and Uncle Ray still half-hard and shiny; my mother on her knees beside me, face streaked with cum, blouse open.

Silence lasted three full seconds.

Then Aunt Marsha’s mouth curved into something that wasn’t shock.

“Well,” she said slowly. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far...