I don't know how I get on top of her. One minute I'm across from her, shocked, the next my hands are crinkling into the fabric of her dress as she puts one leg on the back of the couch, the other to the floor. My cock is out. That happened at some point.

I look at her neutral but slightly pink face, disoriented, then back down at her spread pussy. Pinker than her face. Almost red, near her clit. She rubs it with her fingertips when she notices my eyes on it. The motion makes her hole squeeze invitingly, and I can see liquid around the edge of it. Viscous. I've never seen a girl this turned on from sitting around eating chips.

"Are you going to put it in?" she asks, no more emotional than she was earlier. But she does have those pink cheeks, and she's dripping, so. She's feeling something.

I remember my dick exists. Right. It should go in there. Natural conclusion. But I hesitate. This feels... it feels--

"Can't," I grit out, though my body screams Traitor! as I say it. All of me is throbbing. "Need a condom."

"I won't get pregnant," she says, sounding bored.

"Diseases?" I ask breathlessly. I may gamble with my health sometimes, but I comb people's memories before playing around, and encourage them to get tested if I'm planning to fuck them later. This girl isn't sharing a damn thing with me, so how should I know if she's up to her eyeballs in STIs?

"Would you hurt me?" she responds, her blue eyes--her bangs are pushed back, I can see both of them clearly now--going soft and doe-like. Me? I'm the threat here?

I go to respond, but end up moaning instead. My cock feels like it's on fire.

"Tell me who you've had sex with." Her middle finger dips into her hole when she says it. I watch with the eyes of a starving hawk.

"Too many to list. Since I last tested, like... some guy at the library, clean, this butch girl in my class, she was definitely clean, one of my professors, she hadn't had sex in ages, so, most likely fine, and my..."

I clamp my teeth shut on the last word. If I had any doubt before she was doing something to me, nearly admitting that is proof. Not as nuanced as mine, no, but effective. My blood wants to run cold, but it's still pulsing hot, begging me to thrust inside her.

"Your?" she prompts, her index finger sliding in next to her middle finger. Where I should be.

"My uncle," I say, cursing myself for wanting to give her everything. She asked me.

To my astonishment, she laughs, almost a snort. The fingers working inside her move a little faster, making a sticky noise.

"Why?"

"Why what."

"Why did you have sex with him?"

"Because he's mine," I snap, and my hips start rubbing involuntarily against her hip, my cock brushing against her arm pressed between her legs. She gasps softly, but doesn't seem to mind it.

"Daddy's mine too," she says, her voice low and coy. "So this is a good way to make them mad, don't you think? Maybe they'll break up."

I blink at her, my thoughts whirring, hazy as they are with lust. She's got to be kidding me. What are the odds we're both that kind of freak? And her plan is to reverse parent trap them? By having sex with me? If we both are in charge of them, why will they care? We make the rules.

Shit. Maybe I was right about her mental capacity. But it does get me even harder, thinking about it. Her dad is so...

"Don't wanna break them up," I hiss, certain about that. Just half an hour made Eric seem kind of right for Jett, to be quite honest. "Please, can I fuck you anyway? No condom, fine, whatever."

I feel like I'm dying and if I don't fuck you it will happen right now. Forget whatever disease you could have, I don't say to her. Barely.

"Okay." She draws her fingers out of herself, then pushes them lazily into my mouth. I nearly come on the spot, but the promise of fucking her is too much. With my last morsel of control, I sink inside her, my tongue running along her fingers.

She tastes like stars. Her pussy feels like fireworks around me, like a wet mouth, like a dirty secret. I thrust and thrust and thrust, aware that I'm not using any technique, but too hungry to care. I've fucked virgins and she feels as tight as one but also more pliable, as if the limits are there until my cock meets them and they melt away. Incredible. Supernatural, undoubtedly. Who could give this up?

"Don't stop until I come," she murmurs, her hands idly rubbing at my sides now, and that prompts me to slide my hand between us. She thinks she can order me around, just because her pussy is some sort of portal to heaven? I squeeze and rub her clit like I saw her doing earlier, applying the right pressure, and she mewls, trembles, presses her face to the side.

"Yeah," she says, hips lifting to meet mine. My heart pounds. I want to taste all the corners of her, see what her chest looks like, see her naked and spread out, kiss her hips and scratch down her back. Could I have her whenever I want, if I move in? If I do a good job? I silently ask her these things, but she doesn't turn to look at me. I don't think she can hear me. No.

She makes a particularly pretty sound and shuts her eyes, and that's when I know I've made my mark. Didn't expect me to be so good with my hands, did she? Her pussy pulses around my dick, angel-feathery, as she orgasms. That's my cue.

I spill inside her, and it's almost like a part of me goes with it. Like she's eaten something I should have kept for myself. I lean over her, panting, dripping sweat onto her collarbone. She looks up with her doll-eyes, a pleased squint to her eyes.

"I liked it," she says.

"You have... one hell of a body," I manage. Feel much more winded than she seems to.

"Mmm. Go get a towel. Bathroom's that way." She points down the same way Jett and her dad went. I go. We both need it.

I come back only to catch her with her fingers back inside herself, messily working the mixture of our bodily fluids as her fingers move in and out. I stand and stare, hypnotized, until she orgasms again.

The expression on my face makes her giggle. It's the cutest thing I've ever heard.

* * *

In a fog, I help her clean up before Jett and Eric return. Towel off, clean the towel, put it with some of her towels to dry, open a window to dissipate the smell of sex. I lift some of the pot lids on the stove to release the aromatic smell of complex, spicy sauces and stewed meat. Eric seems like a hell of a cook. There's a bamboo steamer on the back of the stove and everything.

Violette doesn't seem bothered by any of this, actually appears much more cheerful, in fact. I catch her taking a selfie while her cheeks are still pink, as if she's documenting her sex-ruffled state. Is she that kind of influencer? Maybe I can ask? Get her account? She's clearly talking to people online, or leaving comments, the way she goes still and types in rapid succession sometimes.

I can't imagine what's going through her head, but the fear I expect to rise back up never does. I... think I like her too.

Do I have a choice?

Well, I may be getting some long-due comeuppance for my past actions, or I could just be the luckiest bastard on the planet, meeting someone with so much in common with me, even the darker parts.

I sit next to her, leaning against her shoulder. She doesn't move, could even be leaning back, though she doesn't look at me.

"Violette," I say, my lips moving to her ear, "we should keep doing that, right?"

"Stop," she protests, though her next words soften the blow, "I'll get horny again."

"We could get them really drunk. I can stay, act like I can't drive. Let me win you over. Maybe you can give Jett a break? They seem happy, don't they?"

She puffs her cheeks up like a hamster with a mouthful of sunflower seeds. My heart aches. Did she make me fall in love with her on purpose? Did I do it on my own?

She's fucking dangerous.

I repeat it a few times to myself, fondly. What a beautiful spider has caught me in her web. I stroke at her rounded cheek, and she let's the air out in a puff.

"If you stay tonight, and move in, and don't mind if I still want Daddy, and don't tell me to go to college, and make Jett stop acting like he's my dad too," she says in a rush, "and maybe show me what you do to him," she adds, though that one's less certain.

"Anything," I promise, and that pulls a smirk out of her.

"Everyone gets like that when they see it," she says. "But you were looking at me a lot before that."

"Well, my uncle has been pretty sneaky about you two, mostly because of you, I think. So I had to check you out, see what he was so defensive of."

"Ugh. He thinks he's more my dad then Daddy does."

"So unfair, he's such a nerd," I agree. Predictably, she likes that, leans into me in response. Don't contradict her, spoil her every whim, and she melts like butter. A real princess.

After a glance at the time on her phone, I swing the conversation back to our two guardians. "Before they get in, let me confirm the plan. I've got my own skill with people's minds, not that it works on you. But I can influence Jett, and your dad, if you give me permission. Just little stuff."

She turns to me, her eyes wide with surprise. Well, she would be surprised, wouldn't she? I can't touch a damn thing about her mind, so it's not like she felt it.

"No wonder you resisted so well," she says, catching me off guard. I laugh so hard she has to shove my shoulder to get me to quiet down.

"Sorry, sorry, you're just such a bad girl, even though you're so cute," I say, catching her hands and kissing the tops of her fingers.

She pouts. "I'm a good girl."

"Very good," I echo, and she lets me move in and kiss her for the first time.