I Never Asked For This

Angela lounges in her dim-lit sanctuary, savoring solitude, when a pounding fist shatters the quiet. She knows it's her niece Harper—Serene Siren as Angela, Alexis Tae as the desperate girl—but dread coils in her gut. Reluctantly, she cracks the door, and there stands Harper, eyes pleading, abandoned by her stepmom, Angela's own kin. No options left, Harper crashes here. Angela takes her in, but venom drips from every word; she's a creature of rigid habits, loathing this freeloading shadow. Harper swears she'll be invisible, but Angela snarls she'll damn well pay her dues. Weeks drag like smoke-filled nights, Harper scrambling to please—cleaning, cooking, fading into walls—but Angela's rage festers, a black storm. Harper, trapped with no escape, swallows the bile. Then, one taut evening, Angela corners her, breath hot with pent-up lust. 'You've cockblocked my parade of pussy,' she hisses, no lovers slipping through her door since this intrusion. It's the breaking point; she'll boot the brat out, reclaim her carnal nights. Unless... Harper spreads those young thighs, offers her tight heat to Auntie. One filthy bargain to buy a roof, earning every inch of keep in sweat-slicked surrender.