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What Happened To My Sister?
BROTHER COMES HOME FROM TRIP TO DISCOVER STEP-SISTER IS FUCKING DAD

SCENE opens inside a taxi cab, as it pulls to a stop. A young man named Rick (Small Hands) stands waiting on the curb, his backpack and a gift bag in hand. He has just arrived home from a trip across the US to 'discover himself,' as his father (Steve Holmes) puts it. He gets inside the cab. After giving the address and setting off, Rick and the driver small talk about his trip along the way: places he went, things he saw, and where he's headed now -- back home to his family before starting a job at his father's company in the fall. The driver makes a joke about having to go home to mom and Rick laughs. No, no mom. It's just his dad, his dad's wife, and his step-sister Josie (Jill Kassidy). He really missed her, and it was just her birthday, so he is excited to give her the gift he found on his travels! The taxi driver says that it's always good to be a big brother while Rick stares off into the distance.

When he enters his home, he is surprised to find it empty. He calls out to his dad, to Deena, his dad's wife, and to Josie. But nobody replies. Mildly concerned, he walks through the house until he starts to hear sounds coming from his father's bedroom. Assuming it's his father and step-mom, he makes a face and turns to leave when, suddenly, he hears his step-sister's voice. 'Daddy .... Daddy please,' she moans from behind the door. Rick freezes. In horror, he slowly opens the door to reveal Josie bent over the bed being penetrated by his father! The father grunts and thrusts as Josie takes him all in, moaning with pleasure and calling him daddy. Rick can't believe what he is seeing ... yet he can't look away. Where is his step-mom? What the fuck is his dad thinking? He spies on them for a few moments, trying to take it all in, when suddenly Josie makes eye contact with him. The step-siblings stare at each other. But, instead of reacting, Josie just keeps getting fucked until Rick feels so uncomfortable that he turns away and storms out of the hallway.

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Rick sits, arms folded, on the couch when his father enters the room. 'Son,' he exclaims, surprised. 'I didn't realize you were coming home today.' He tries to give Rick a big hug, but his son is standoffish. 'Where's Deena?' he asks curtly. His father makes a face, struggling to think of how to respond, when Josie enters the room. Acting normal, she rushes up and hugs her big brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying how much she missed him. Is that gift bag for her?! He pulls away. 'Where's Deena?' he asks again accusingly. Josie and his father exchange knowing looks before his father smiles and pats his son on the shoulder. 'A lot has happened while you were away, son,' he says.'Josie has made a lovely dinner! How about we all sit down and talk about it like a family?'

CUT to Josie putting a bowl of pasta on the table, as Rick's father tries to engage his son in awkward small talk about Deena. Josie takes out some napkins and unfolds one in her step-father's lap, her fingers grazing his crotch, which makes Rick snap. 'Are you fucking kidding me? Sit down!' Josie slumps down meekly while Rick's father bites his lip and struggles to keep calm. He tells his son that, after much consideration, he and Deena have decided to separate. 'Why?' Rick asks. 'Does it have anything to do with the fact you're fucking my little sister?' He yells, standing up. Josie begs him to sit down. 'Josie is your step-sister, Rick,' his father corrects him. Did the father even wait until she was 18? Yes, of course he did. They both agreed to wait until she was a grown woman. They love each other!

Rick looks at his sister and asks how she could betray her own mother like that? How could she destroy their family like that? How could she do this to him? Josie, who has been growing emotional throughout the entire fight, ends up storming out of the room in tears. The men are left alone to stare at each other. Rick's father looks very disappointed. 'Are you happy now, making your sister cry? She and I have chosen to be together. Whether you like it or not, this is our family now!' He storms off too, leaving Rick alone. He can't help but feel guilty for making his sister cry.

CUT to Josie's bedroom. She lays hugging a pillow when Rick knocks on the door and asks to come in. He is holding the gift bag which he gently rests on the dresser. At first, she gives him the cold shoulder, but crumbles as soon as he sits down beside her to apologize. She buries herself in his arms and pleads with him not to be mad at her. It's been a very overwhelming summer and he doesn't know how many times she just wished he had been home to help her through it. Rick asks Josie to explain what's really going on. It seems as if he's come home to a madhouse.

Josie wipes her eyes and tells him that, over the past few months, things between her and her mom have been bad. She kept getting jealous of Josie, especially the way his father looked at her. She began to accuse Josie of being flirtatious and trying to steal her man. Finally, it got to a point where Josie was so angry, she decided to just do it. To prove a point. Rick's father has always been pushover, it didn't take much to get his dick out. Then one day, Deena walked in on them having sex. It was a joke. 'But Deena didn't take it as a joke, did she?' Rick asks. Josie shakes her head. 'I thought it'd be funny! I didn't think she'd actually leave us,' she replies. 'It doesn't sound very funny to me,' Rick says as he puts his head in his hands. 'So, are you in love with my dad?' He asks. She shrugs. 'I mean, I love him. He's like my dad too.' She nudges closer to her step-brother. 'But I really just want to stay here so I can be close to you!'

They look at each other, their lips inches apart. Rick shakes his head and tells her that he is feeling very fucked up. Although he feels betrayed, with the way she gazes at him pleadingly, something wells up inside of Rick. He finally jumps her, unable to contain his feelings for her any longer -- no matter how angry he is.

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
DEVASTATED BIRTHDAY GIRL LEARNS FROM FAMILY THEY'RE NOT HER BIRTH PARENTS

SCENE OPENS on Penelope (River Fox) brushing her hair and staring off while overhearing her parents, Debra (Sarah Vandella) and Frank (Tommy Gunn), arguing in the kitchen. Debra and Frank are in a heated argument. 'What did you THINK was going to happen? That she was going to get on her knees and suck your dick right there in front of the birthday cake?' Debra exclaims to Frank, who looks abashed. What was going to happen to their plans of raising and preparing Penelope so that they could turn her into a sex slave when she was 18? When was it going to be THEIR time to have some fun?

There's a flashback to a tracking shot from over the shoulders of Debra and Frank as they carry a birthday cake with numbered candles from the kitchen into the living room where Penelope is sitting in the center of couch with her hands on her lap and a cute, innocent smile on her face. Debra and Frank sing Happy Birthday as they carry the cake forward. They ceremoniously place the cake down on the coffee table in front of Penelope just as they reach the last notes of the song.

There's another flashback to the present day where Debra's telling Penelope that they've been trying to have a baby for YEARS and had four miscarriages. Adoption WAS an option but with Frank's record and their poor finances, it wasn't feasible. The hospital was so big and they were sure no one would miss Penelope... They just wanted a baby of their own so badly...

Penelope stops brushing her hair and grins slightly to herself as her parents' words echo in her head.

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Penelope moves to the kitchen, asking if she's interrupting anything. Debra insists that there was just something on Frank's shirt. Penelope tells them that she overheard everything and now knows what they've been planning to do to her this whole time -- they just wanted to use her for sex!

Instead of being disgusted, Penelope saunters forward and rubs the front of Frank's pants while addressing Debra, 'You've been taking THIS the whole time, Mommy?' gesturing to his big dick. Penelope then moves to Debra and rubs her breasts, saying, 'You've been sucking on THESE the whole time, Daddy?' Penelope looks seductively between them, then insists that they BOTH show her how it's done...

CALL WAITING
BABYSITTER TEEN LIES TO BOYFRIEND OVER PHONE WHILE CHEATING ON HIM WITH CLIENT'S SON

SCENE OPENS on a teen girl Bianca (Jane Wilde) in a kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. She's chatting with her boyfriend Ethan. She is giggling wildly and gasping at the outrageous things he's saying on the other end of the line, which seem like provocative sexual advances. Bianca clearly loves the chase and is playing hard to get, telling him playfully to stop, he's so bad, she isn't even at her own house! He says he doesn't care but she remarks that he's just saying that now because he's horny. 'Am I horny too?' she repeats his question, and teasingly answers maaaaaybe a little, with an innocent grin as she moves into the living room and slips off her skirt, revealing her tiny thong and tight ass. She assures Ethan it's fine, the family she's babysitting for aren't due back for hours, she can be as loud as she wants. 'Oh yeah? I bet you are!' she responds to an unheard statement. She lies down on a living room chair and starts lightly tugging at the crotch of her panties, loosening them around her body. Her fingers push aside the loose fabric to reveal a glimpse of her pussy. Her fingers hover over it in anticipation. Bianca starts moaning a bit and says 'Yeah, I want you to do everything to me baby...' and slips off her panties, gently pushing a finger in with a light gasp. She dirty talks with her boyfriend over the phone as she rubs her wet pussy. Soon, things get more intense, and just as she's about to cum a young man, Seth (Jessy Jones), rounds the corner into the room and swears in surprise, demanding to know what the fuck is going on. Bianca gasps and swears loudly in surprise, and scrambles to cover herself. In a panicked voice she tells her boyfriend she'll have to call him back and hangs up suddenly.

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She tosses the phone down and scrambles to pull up her panties and cover herself. She begins to try to apologize and explain herself, how she didn't think anybody else would be home, while at the same time Seth shouts over her what the fuck does she think she's doing, this is someone else's house. The sounds of their argument start to get drowned out as the camera pans away from them slowly and narrows in on the phone. We see on the phone display three texts are received in a row at rapid speed - 'Babe, what happened?' / 'What's going on?' / and finally 'u ok?! Call me.' As she hastily puts her panties back on, Bianca asks him what he's doing there. Does he live here or something? Seth explains that this is his dad's house, he's in college now but he comes back to crash for a weekend once in a while. But he shouldn't have to explain himself to some sixteen-year-old brat who he just caught fingerbanging herself in his parents' living room, he says angrily, tossing Bianca her shorts. Bianca huffs up and says she's 19 years old. Seth says that if that's true then she's old enough that she should know better. He tells her to get the fuck out of here. Bianca asks him to wait, and begs him not to tell his parents about this. Seth laughs in disbelief and asks why shouldn't he? Bianca says that word travels fast in the neighborhood. Her reputation would be ruined, not just as a babysitter but at school too. Her parents could even find out. Her life would be over!

Seth says that she should have thought of that before her little phone sex hotline action. Bianca protests - it wasn't a phone sex hotline, it was her boyfriend and they love each other. Seth can't help but laugh. Bianca asks what's so funny, and Seth says he can't tell whether it's cute or disturbing how naive she sounds right now. She's not even 20 and she's talking like she found her soulmate for life. Newsflash, it's only a matter of time before the two of them break up. Bianca is insistent, they DO love each other and Seth doesn't even know her, he has no idea what he's talking about. Seth perks up and says he can prove it. He'll make her a deal - he'll promise not to tell his parents what he caught her doing if she has sex with him.

Bianca is shocked and insulted, how could he ask her to have sex with him?! He's being disgusting! Seth shrugs and says that it's ok, they can just see what her parents and her friends think of her little indiscretion. Bianca thinks for a moment, and realizing what's at stake, takes in a deep sigh and says 'fine, but make it quick' before swearing under her breath and kneeling in front of him. He pulls out his massive dick from his boxers and tells Bianca to look him in the eyes as she starts to suck it. She sucks on his cock, desperate to make sure that he won't tell anyone. He leans in to kiss and Bianca refuses, saying that she may be doing this but she still loves her boyfriend and won't kiss Seth. Seth reminds Bianca about the bargain and that he could just as easily stop right here and tell everyone the truth. Bianca stares daggers at Seth but eventually relents and lets him kiss her. As Bianca gags on his hard dick, she gets a text and pulls away from Seth to answer it. Seeing that it's her boyfriend, she swears loudly. Seth doesn't give a fuck, and pulls her head back towards his dick, telling her that she needs to suck better than that or he'll answer it. But her boyfriend just keeps calling, and eventually Bianca has to answer it or he'll get suspicious. Committing the ultimate betrayal, Bianca lets another man spread his seed inside her as she dirty-talks her unsuspecting boyfriend over the phone.

THE HITCHHIKER
COUPLE PICK UP NAIVE TEEN ON THE ROAD AND REVENGE FUCK HER

SCENE opens on a car as it speeds down a desolate road. The sun is blazing. Classical music is blaring. Inside the car, Gloria and her husband, Markus, are driving home after a business meeting. From their attire, you can tell that the couple are successful, but things do not seem particularly harmonious in the car. Markus sits silently, gazing out the window, while Gloria obsessively dissects the potential deal they just negotiated. She turns off the stereo when it clear he isn't listening. 'The client is almost convinced,' she continues. 'He just needs a little push.' Markus says nothing. 'Maybe next time,' Gloria adds, glancing at him sideways. 'I should just go on my own!' Again, her husband doesn't respond.

Up ahead, they notice a teen girl standing on the side of the road. She has her thumb sticking out and a small suitcase by her feet. Awkward and gangly, the girl seems very out of place, looking nervously at the car as it approaches. 'We should give her a ride,' Markus says suddenly, speaking for the first time. Gloria looks at him like he's crazy. 'Are you kidding me?' She scoffs. 'You know we need to get home and work on this deal. We don't have time for this now!' Markus takes a deep breath before turning to face his irritated wife. 'I want to give her a ride,' he says again sternly. Rolling her eyes, Gloria relents and pulls over.

Markus rolls down his window and the nervous girl peers inside at them. 'Would you like to ride with us?' He asks. She glances past him at Gloria, who is trying to conceal her irritation. 'It's ok sweetie,' she says. 'We're not going to bite. My husband just wants to give you a ride ... so please ... get in if you're going to get in, ok?' The girl nods nervously and walks around to get in the backseat. As she does this, Markus unbuckles his own seat belt and starts to get out of the car. 'What are you doing?' Gloria whispers, grabbing his arm. Markus stares at her coldly. 'I'm going to sit with her,' he replies before storming out and slamming the car door.

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The trio drive silently, as Gloria fumes in the front seat while Markus sits back with the girl, staring at her lustfully. She seems aware of this and very awkward. 'What's your name?' He asks. She tells them it's Andi. Well, Andrea ... but all her friends call her Andi. 'How old are you, Andi?' Gloria asks, checking the rear view to keep an eye on her husband. She tells them she is 19. Gloria shakes her head. This one is young. Markus starts to casually rub Andi's thigh, as he asks her more questions about where she is headed. She tells them she is from Oregon. She's going to a music festival in San Diego. But she missed the bus and all her friends left already. She's almost made it there herself hitchhiking. It's the most rebellious thing she's ever done! The couple exchange glances, as Gloria tries to silently sway her husband from pushing things further. 'You both look really dressed up,' Andi says, squirming. 'Are you going to a party or something?' Gloria coldly responds that they are business partners. They just came from an important meeting. 'Oh, I thought you were a couple,' Andi mutters. Gloria rolls her eyes again. 'We are,' she replies. Markus inches himself closer to the nervous teen. ''We'll take you as far as our house,' he whispers in her ear. Her eyes darting back and forth between him and the angry woman in the front seat, Andi nods nervously. 'That would be really super,' she says.

CUT to the car pulling into the driveway of their estate. Gloria storms out of the car first, her heels stomping on the ground as she goes inside the house. Markus follows, leading Andi out by the hand. 'You can come in,' he says. 'To eat and relax.' Andi hesitates, trying to wriggle out of Markus' hand. She tells him that he's been very kind. But, she should probably find another ride before it gets too dark. Besides, his wife doesn't seem very happy that she's here. 'My wife is fine,' he says. 'We do this all the time.' Keeping a firm grip on her, he leads her into the house.

Gloria is nowhere to be seen when they enter, so Markus invites Andi to sit on the couch. He stares at her for a few minutes in uncomfortable silence before asking if she would like a beverage. She tells him she is too young to consume alcohol. 'He's European,' Gloria says, suddenly storming back into the room. 'So, he doesn't really understand what you're saying half the time!' She has changed from her business suit into something much more revealing and Andi can't help but stare at her. 'I'm surprised you're both not naked yet,' she says as she sits down beside them. Markus smiles. 'You know I like that lingerie,' he says. Gloria spreads her legs. 'Well, if this is going to be a competition, then I'm going to give you a competition.' Andi looks at them both in shock. Who did she accept a ride from? Markus starts to undo his tie eagerly, laughing. Andi tries to slide between them to leave, but Gloria pushes her back down. 'My husband likes you,' she says. 'And I can tell that you're a little slut who likes him back, right?' Andi is speechless. 'I ... I don't know what know gave you that impression,' she stammers. Meanwhile, Gloria helps Markus take off his pants and expose his hard dick, while continuing to chastise the teenager. 'It's ok sweetie, you can look at it. It's big ... that's why I married him in the first place,' Gloria barks. She tries to push Andi towards her husband's dick, urging her to just go ahead and start sucking so she can see what's she's up against.

Andi protests and tries to gather her things. 'I think it's best if I just leave,' she says starting to walk away. Markus groans in protest, as Gloria blocks her at the door. 'So, you want to negotiate with us?' She demands. Andi, embarrassed and in shock, tells the woman that there must be some misunderstanding. She is just trying to get to San Diego. She doesn't want to intrude any further. She feels bad for causing them to fight. Gloria laughs. 'Oh, we're not fighting,' she replies. 'This is just what we do. My husband likes to pick up stupid little whores off the side of the road and fuck them in front of me ... so I can come in and fuck them even harder to remind him who the queen is!' Andi, very intimidated by the angry woman, tells her that she is sorry again. 'So, what do you want ... money?' Gloria continues to negotiate. Andi tells her no. 'You don't want some money?' Markus chimes in. 'No,' Andi mutters again. Gloria laughs, motioning to Markus to get his wallet. 'How much is it going to take?' She says. 'I don't like playing games.' Andi shakes her head in confusion. 'I just want to get back on the road,' she pleads. Gloria motions to her husband to grab his car keys instead. 'Ok sweetie, so how about you suck my husband's dick for a minute or two and then let me play with you and you can take this car and drive yourself to San Diego.' Markus puts the keys in her hand and smirks. 'Please!' He says, grabbing his dick and motioning at her. 'You are actually going to give me your car?' Andi asks, overwhelmed. Gloria nods. 'Do we have a deal?' She barks. Andi bites her lip in hesitation, looking at the feuding couple. Gloria reminds her that it will only be a few minutes. It will be over before she knows it. She just needs to be a good little slut for them. 'You promise you'll let me go after?' Andi asks. 'You have the keys, don't you?' Gloria whispers, inches from the girl's face like a serpent. 'Ok ... I guess I'll do it,' Andi says. As soon as she has consented, Markus drops her to her knees and pushes his dick in her mouth, looking up at his wife eagerly.

DAUGHTER SLUT-SHAMING
FATHER DISCIPLINES BRATTY STEP-DAUGHTER FOR HAVING SEX WITH STRANGERS

SCENE OPENS on a vestibule in the early hours of the morning, where 18-year-old teen Veronica (Emily Willis) is trying not to make any noise as she sneaks through the door. After a night of partying, evident by her slightly disheveled look and party clothes, the teen is being careful not to wake her dad. She holds her heels in her hands to make less noise, and starts tiptoeing into the hallway. She makes her way into the kitchen, where she grabs some headache pills for her already developing hangover. Rounding the corner, she's shocked to see her stepfather Hugo (Steve Holmes), holding a cup of coffee. He has a stern look on his face and a rigid posture. Veronica is embarrassed to have gotten caught but tries to play things cool -- 'hi daddy,' she says sweetly, 'uhh, how long have you been up?' He says long enough to see that she didn't rest in her bed last night. She tells him that she was studying at a friend's house and slept over. Skeptical, he picks up the bottle of pills, saying that apparently math gives her a headache. Veronica sticks to her story, but Hugo isn't having it, and slams the pill bottle onto the counter angrily as he demands to know what's going on. Reluctantly, Veronica admits that she was out late at a party.

Uncomfortably, clearly not eager to say what she has to say next, she says that she needs a ride to the pharmacy. He asks what for. She winces. She confesses she needs to buy some morning-after pills -- she got a little wild at the party today. Hugo takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. Who was the boy? Veronica is very nervous, and admits she doesn't exactly know... some guy at the party, she didn't get his name. Hugo looks furious, and starts yelling at her - she lost her virginity at a party to a complete stranger?! That's incredibly irresponsible! Veronica begrudgingly corrects him, 'well.... not exactly... I sort of... well, I didn't lose my virginity tonight, that is.' Hugo looks at her stone-faced and incredulous. 'How many times have you had sex?!' he asks. She turns her head and doesn't answer. He grabs her by the wrist and insists she looks him in the eye. 'How many guys have you slept with?!' he repeats. Humiliated and close to tears, she reluctantly meets her step-father's glare. 'I've sort of... lost count.' Something snaps inside Hugo. He takes a deep long angry breath through his nose, and then exhales. He grips Veronica's throat and starts walking away, pulling her along with him. She resists being pulled -- 'what are you going to do to me, daddy?!' she cries out. Throwing her onto the living room couch, he leans in menacingly. 'I'm going to treat my step-daughter like the slut she is.'

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Standing above her, he looks her up and down for a moment. He tells her that she's been acting like a brat so he's going to treat her like one, and discipline her just like when she would act bratty when she was younger. He asks patronizingly if she remembers what that means. 'You want to SPANK me?!' she says in alarm, shrinking from his angry glare. She's 18 years old now, she pleads, he can't do that anymore, she's an adult. It's weird. It's GROSS. Hugo argues back, she certainly isn't acting like an adult. She's acting like a brat who needs to be taught a lesson. If she wants to live under his roof, she has to abide by his rules. She does want to keep living under his roof, right? Reluctantly, she says yes. She doesn't want to be kicked out, right? Begrudgingly, she answers back no. Then she's going to do what he says, right? Through gritted teeth and holding back tears, she says yes, she'll do whatever he says.

He tells her to take off her pants, it's time for her punishment. He instructs her to turn around. She does, and we watch from a male gaze POV as she takes off her pants slowly and reluctantly. She looks back at him with a betrayed look before also taking her panties off slowly. She stands there for a moment uncomfortably. Finally, he coldly instructs her to come bend over on daddy's lap.Lying across her step-father's lap, ass up in the air, Veronica winces and braces herself for the spanking. Hugo starts first by taunting her, rubbing his palm in circles across the circumference of her ass for several seconds, before starting off with a sharp smack. Veronica lets out a yelp from the pain. He rubs more circles with his palm before slapping the other cheek once as well. Incredulous at the size of her skimpy panties, he rips them off and proceeds to mercilessly spank his daughter while she begs for his forgiveness. He is cruel and taunting, insulting her while expressing his disappointment in her. He tells her that her mom would be appalled if she was still with them. He tells her that he didn't raise his daughter to be a disgusting slut and demands to know how many men she's fucked, spanking her ass hard for every man she's been with.

As he spanks her furiously, Hugo spreads her ass cheeks and repositions her legs to get better views of her pussy and asshole on his lap. At this point she feels something hard pressing into her body, and squeals with disgust 'Ew, are you hard right now, dad?!' She struggles on his lap and protests that it's sick that he's getting hard from spanking his own daughter. He hasn't gotten laid since her mother died, and he could use a warm hole. Hugo tells his step-daughter that she's going to be his warm hole now, whipping out his hard dick. Veronica is shocked -- no fucking way! He's taking it too far, it's disgusting. Hugo points out that just earlier, she was asking him to treat her as an adult. What could be more adult than fucking? She starts to protest, but he reminds her that she should think twice about standing up to him if she still wants a home to come back to after her nights of partying. Hurt and reluctant, she asks what she has to do, and begrudgingly agrees to do it. Veronica's about to find out that her stepfather is just getting started shaming his slut daughter.

OVER HER HEADEXTRA SMALL TEEN LIES TO OLDER GUY ABOUT BEING A VIRGIN

The scene opens on an 18-year-old girl, Aubrey (Lily Rader), as she leaves her family's house ... casually saying goodbye to her parents. When she gets safely inside her car, she pulls off the baggy sweater she is wearing to reveal a skimpy top. She calls a friend on speaker and starts to drive. She asks if her friend will back her up because she lied to her parents about having a slumber party together. She is actually planning to meet up with a man she's been chatting with. When her friend pushes for details, Aubrey explains that he is a lot older and that he thinks she's in college. He doesn't know that she's barely 18 and still in high school. When her friend warns her about meeting him alone at his house, Aubrey reassures her that he's a super nice guy and that they've talked on the phone already. She even confides that they've been sending dirty messages. Besides, it would be cool to lose her virginity to an older man ... she even bought some condoms! The friends laugh and, after making her promise to back her up, Aubrey gets off the phone and continues driving to the man's house.

When Aubrey shows up at the house, she is greeted by the man's roommate ... who leads her inside. Damien (Dean Van Damme), the guy she's there to meet, is playing darts. He warmly greets her. Aubrey is bubbly and friendly. She thinks they are going to head off to a party, as planned, and asks about it eagerly. Damien makes sure that his roommate is gone before getting her to sit down. He seems a little edgy. Still flirtatious but getting a little nervous now, she small talks while he brings her closer towards him.

Soon, they are making out and he is getting increasingly forward with her. She hesitates. He asks her what the matter is and, not wanting to admit she's a virgin, she plays it cool and keeps kissing, as he removes her shirt. She hesitates again, using the excuse of his roommate being around. Damien tells her that he won't be back for ages. Again, not wanting to seem naïve, Aubrey plays it off and allows Damien to continue pulling her clothes off. When he pushes her down for a blowjob and face fucks her hard, she strains a smile at him as her eyes water and she chokes on his cock. This is way more intense than any BJ she has given before! When he bends her over, she hesitates again and tells him she has a condom in her purse. He laughs ... why would they need a condom? She's on the pill right? She does this all the time, right?! Nervously, Aubrey lies and says she does do it all the time, he's right, she doesn't need a condom. She is totally protected. He can do it. With that, he slides his big cock deep inside of her and takes her virginity.

ANAL DOESN'T COUNT
TEEN HAS ONLY ANAL SEX TO HIDE THAT SHE'S NOT A VIRGIN FROM PARENTS

In her bedroom in the morning, 18-year-old Bethany is kneeling on the floor by her bedside, hunched over the bed in prayer. She appears sweet and innocent as she says thanks God for keeping her family safe, happy, and provided for, united by their love of God. She thanks God for giving her the strength to love and forgive even those who turn away from His divine light. She asks God to be with her for her calculus test this Friday... if it's not too much trouble, of course. And lastly, she promises to God that she will remain pure and chaste in body and mind, to act as his humble servant. Midway through the prayer, however, we begin to clue in that she may not be innocent and sincere after all -- we see that her eyes keep shifting back towards her partly open bedroom door, and seems to be projecting her voice just loud enough to be heard outside her room. Her sweet demeanor starts dripping with irony towards the end of her prayer. Finally, she earnestly crosses herself and says 'Amen!' before patting her lap with her hands contentedly. Mere moments later, a man's voice in the other room calling out to her -- 'Bethany, time for school!' Bethany raises her head up for the first time, looking just past the camera. She has a sarcastic smirk on her face for a long moment, before it suddenly changes to a perky and innocent smile. 'Coming, daddy!' she exclaims, before getting up off her knees, grabbing her animal backpack off the bed, and skipping out the room.

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Bethany is walking home that same day after school. Her demeanor now that she's properly alone is extremely different from before. Though she's dressed in the same cute outfit and animal backpack as before, she walks with a swagger and is eyeing the houses to her left and right with a deviant, almost prowling expression. She stops for a moment as one house in particular catches her eye -- farther up the lawn, a young fit man is doing some yardwork, dirty and covered in sweat. She licks and bites her lips lustily. She unclips her skirt and removes it-- wearing a much shorter sluttier skirt underneath -- and stashes the longer skirt in her backpack. She also removes her headband and shakes her hair out a bit, and stashes that in her bag as well before walking up the driveway towards the house.

She advances up the driveway slowly, methodically. From a male gaze POV, we follow her slow walk from behind, with a tight focus on the shape of her ass cheeks bouncing into view under her skirt. As she gets closer, the man notices her and pauses what he's doing. 'Sorry, I don't want any cookies or whatever you're selling, thank you,' he shouts a bit briskly to her before trying to return back to his labor. She doesn't stop her slow approach. 'Hey,' he shouts again, 'this is private property, you can't be here.' She still doesn't stop -- from his perspective, we see her giggle and bite her finger, but she otherwise still doesn't respond. Frustrated, he drops his tools and growls 'What, are you deaf or something? YOU...' he points to her exaggeratedly... 'need to GO...' as he shoos her away with his hands. She giggles and turns around, and he's relieved to think she's getting the message. 'YES, finally,' he exclaims, though Bethany doesn't move to leave like he expected. Before he can react, Bethany lifts up the back of her skirt, briefly pops her finger into her mouth, pulls it out, and then sticks her wet finger Anal doesn't count teen has only anal sex to hide that she's not a virgin from parents into her asshole with a moan. Throughout this, she is looking back at the man, who is stunned and not sure how to react. 'Holy shit,' is all he can think of to mutter under his breath. Bethany giggles, and teasingly brings her finger back up to her mouth for a taste. She adds a second finger to her mouth, and then brings them both back down to tease her butthole with two fingers now. She winks at the man, who is standing there dumbstruck, not sure how to react to this sudden turn of events. Bethany takes her fingers back out, and pulls a phone out of her shirt pocket and dials a contact. She gestures for the man to 'shhh' while the phone rings. 'Hi, daddy!' she says cheerfully to an unheard voice on the other line. In a bubbly voice, she tells her father that she's going to be late for dinner, she's spending time with a friend (at this, she winks at the onlooking man). Yes, she had a good day at school. Yes, of course she'll be careful walking home in the dark, not to worry. Yes, she'll have a great time at her friend's (another wink). She tells her father she has to go, they're about to say grace. She hangs up, and then looks back to the stranger. 'Now, where were we?' she says in a much more sultry tone.

SMASH CUT TO the interior of a bedroom, where the door bursts open. The stranger enters, carrying Bethany in a standing cowgirl position and making out with her furiously. After a few seconds of this, he brings her to the bed and throws her down, then starts undoing his pants frantically. She starts undressing too, but more nonchalantly, almost with catlike indifference. He peels off his shirt and is about to move in, but then pauses. 'Wait, you're 18 though, right?' She looks at him with a sarcastic pout. 'Awww, you men are so cute, always so worried about jailbait. Yes, I'm 18, you're not gonna get in aaaany trouble.' He asks what her name is, and she rolls her eyes and says 'ugh, don't spoil the mood,' before pulling him in for more aggressive kissing.

Sensing that she wants it to be a quickie, the stranger tries to proceed to the main event without any oral and moves to stick his dick in her pussy. She stops him and says 'nuh-uh, I only do anal. Got any lube?' He's taken aback, but reaches to his bedside table to fetch some -- not that he's complaining, but why only anal? She looks back at him with a wry smile -- because she's supposed to be a virgin on her wedding day, and all that archaic misogynistic bullshit her parents push on her. Lucky for her, she says, anal doesn't count. Her parents have no way to know. So he should quit all the yapping and fuck her in the ass - before she gets bored.

The Census Taker
Creepy Census Taker Harasses Teen Alone In Her Home

SCENE opens on an 18-year-old girl, Beth Coleman, rushing to answer the door - 'coming!' she shouts asthe doorbell chimes a second time. She opens the door to find a meek man in glasses and a somewhatnerdy-looking suit, holding a leather messenger bag under his arm. He greets her nervously andintroduces himself as Milton James, and holding up an ID on a lanyard across his neck he explains thathe's a census taker - her parents failed to fill out the latest census and so by law he's required to come inperson to interview someone from the household. Beth looks wary - her parents aren't home for theday and she doesn't know anything about this census stuff. He says it's quite alright, anybody over theage of 15 can be interviewed for the household. He looks her up and down - she is over 15, right? Bethanswers yes, she just turned 18 a couple of months ago. Milton adjusts his glasses and says perfect, thenhe can interview her in her parents' stead, it should only take about fifteen minutes or so. Beth is stillreluctant, now's really not the best time and she'd rather he come back sometime when her parents arehome. She apologizes and goes to close the door but it doesn't close all the way - Milton has put hisshoe in between the door and the frame. 'I'm afraid I must insist,' he says in a nervous attempt tosound menacing. 'Answering the United States census is required by law. To put it simply, Miss Coleman,you don't really have a choice in this matter.'

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We cut back to a few moments later, after Milton has since let himself into the house and taken off hisshoes. The two emerge in a large cozy living room with wood paneling. Clearly the Colemans do not lackfor money. 'Do you want a glass of water or something?' Beth asks, in an effort to be polite despite herdiscomfort. Not right now, thanks, Milton says. He seems trying to sound more warm than he was at thedoorway, but comes off as awkward more than anything. He waits for Beth to choose her seat, and thenpicks a seat across from her, and pulls out a fancy-looking folder, some forms, and a nice pen from hisbag. As he does this, he tries to make awkward small talk with Beth, but her answers are very curt andhe soon gives up. He clears his throat and says 'Well then, let's get started.'He asks her a series of mundane questions - do you currently reside at this address? How many peoplebesides yourself reside at this address? Please list the names of all persons who currently live at thisresidence, and their relationship to you. What is your marital status? When Beth answers 'single', helooks up from his paper and coyly asks 'what about a boyfriend?' No, no boyfriend either, Bethanswers, averting her eyes as she says it. Milton smiles and says 'Good, good', as he moves on to thenext questions.

What languages do you speak at home? Do any of your household speak any other languages at homeon a regular basis? Were you born in the United States? Are you presently a citizen of the United States?Have you attended school in the United States? Throughout these questions, Beth's body language becomes less hostile and more bored. She relaxes and spreads her legs somewhat, at which point fromover Milton's shoulder the camera catches glimpses of upskirt panty shots. After the latest question,Milton pauses, his attention lingering on Beth's legs - the pause alerts her to him checking her out andshe very uncomfortably clears her throat, as she tries to pull her skirt over her legs as much as possible.Milton continues as if nothing happened.

What is the highest degree or level of school you've completed? Beth reluctantly answers that shedropped out of high school. In the last week, how many hours of paid work did you do? Beth answersnone, she doesn't have a job. In the last week, how many hours of volunteer work did you do? Also none.Milton tsks condescendingly - no job, no volunteering, not even a high school diploma? Beth's parentsmust not be very proud of her. Beth looks at him angrily - that's not really any of his business is it?Are your parents sexually active? He blurts out. She looks at him, disgusted. How is that relevant? Heexplains that it's to forecast whether or not the census bureau should expect new births from thishousehold in the next few years. Grossed out, Beth struggles to find an answer, she doesn't know, shetries not think about it too much, but she guesses they might be. Are you sexually active? Milton asks,with obvious interest. She looks straight at him, and says 'No' very slowly and angrily. 'Would you liketo be?' Milton asks. Beth stands up - 'I think you should leave, Mr. James,' she says nervously. Miltondoesn't move though - he's almost done, just a few questions about their house and utilities and thenhe'll be out of her hair. Beth doesn't sit down, she just crosses her arms with renewed discomfort.Does the family own the house or are they renting? Does the house have landline service or just cellphones? Does it have complete kitchen facilities - sink, stove, and refrigerator? Does it have completeplumbing facilities - hot and cold water, a flushing toilet, and a tub or shower? He makes a remark abouthow he bets Beth's plumbing is fully functional, and the innuendo further discomforts her. How manyrooms does the house have? How many bedrooms?

'Can I see?' Milton says innocently. See what, Beth asks through gritted teeth. 'The number ofbedrooms the house has. Can you show them to me?' Beth looks like she's about to say no, when headds 'After that, I'll be out of your hair.' Beth raises her hands in the air in exasperation, and then saysfine, follow her.

The camera tracks the two as she leads him to three bedrooms, with the focus being on her backside asif we're watching her walk from his male gaze POV. First she leads him to her parents' master bedroom,then to a guest bedroom that doesn't get much use. Milton pokes his head in when he's lead to each,but he doesn't express much interest in either. Finally she leads him to her bedroom, and before she canreact he brushes past her to walk inside.

He moves around the room with eager curiosity - peering intently into her drawers and closet, poking acouple of her belongings with his pen. He even stands in the centre and takes a deep breath. Beth waitsat the door to the room impatiently, reluctant to go nearer to him but getting more upset and insistentas he intrudes. Finally, he moves to stand up straight rather formally in front of her, and adjusts his glasses. 'Satisfied?' Beth asks uncomfortably. Milton chuckles. 'Oh, very satisfied. Although I'm afraidYOU're in a bit of trouble, Miss Coleman.' Beth stiffens - what does he mean? He explains that he foundbirth control pills in one of her drawers. But she said in the census she wasn't sexually active, whichsuggests that she lied to him. Does she understand what the penalty is for giving false information to agovernment official?

Beth pleads - she only said that because he was acting completely inappropriate. She doesn't even thinkall his questions were part of the census. She'd already asked him to leave. Why can't he just leave heralone? Milton explains that he's only doing his job, and it's a thankless job, meeting with tons ofungrateful people who don't want to give him the time of day. Ungrateful people like Beth. Maybe all hewants is some thanks in return. Beth sees an opportunity and tries to appease him. If it's just a matter ofsaying sorry and thank you, she can do that.

But Milton elaborates, she was so rude to him. She didn't even give him a chance, tried to slam the dooron him if he recalls correctly. If she really wants to make it up to him, she has to do better than a halfheartedapology. 'Like what?' Beth asks nervously. He pretends to think for a moment. How about... akiss? Beth is scared, but hopeful that that's all he'll ask for. 'O-ok,' she agrees. She leans in and theyexchange a quick peck on the lips. Encouraged, Milton asks for another - this time she should reallymean it. Hesitantly, she says OK and leans in again, and this time he kisses her much more aggressively -we can see that she's not very into it and is rather stiff, not moving her lips much, while he is going reallyeagerly at it. Several seconds of awkward smooching later, he pulls away from her. He seems to haveenjoyed it, but he wants more. He knows she can give him what he wants - he knows she's not a virginafter all. If she shows him a good, appreciative time, he'll be on his way. She swallows hard, and thenputs on a fake smile and reaches for his belt buckle to undo it.

YOU REMIND ME OF ME
Coach Lures Teen Cheerleader Into Sex With Her And Her Husband

SCENE OPENS on Heather (Cory Chase) welcoming Kelly (Mackenzie Moss) into her home. Kelly seems excited, even a little starstruck to be there. Heather, a well-known former cheerleader, is Kelly's cheerleading coach. She has taken a special interest in Kelly and has invited Kelly there for a last-minute pep talk before an upcoming competition.

Looking at old photos of Heather taken when Heather was 18, the same age Kelly is, they remark how much Kelly looks like Heather when she was younger. This segues into them chatting about the upcoming competition. Heather offers advice to Kelly about being an effective leader and dealing with the pressure of the competition.

At that moment, Heather's husband Donald (Stirling Cooper) wanders in, seemingly by accident. He remarks on how much they look alike and conversation turns to Heather's old uniform, which she gets up to go get.

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As they chat, Heather seems to get an idea: Kelly should put on Heather's old uniform for some fun and innocent photos. Kelly agrees but is shocked when they ask her to change in front of them. Despite her reluctance and growing disquiet, Kelly changes into the cheerleader outfit in front of Donald and Heather as they leer at her.

Donald and Heather take some photos as the atmosphere becomes even creepier. Soon, Heather and Donald reveal their plan: to have a threesome with Kelly. She refuses, but when Heather threatens to kick her off the squad, Kelly ultimately agrees. 'F-Fine, I'll do it,' Kelly says.

This conniving couple will do ANYTHING to get what they want...

BOOKED
NAIVE TEENAGER ARRESTED AND FUCKED BY TWO CORRECTIONS OFFICERS

SCENE OPENS one night as Charlotte, an anxious looking 18-year-old girl, follows her boyfriend Max along a dirt road. The pair are trespassing on commercial land so Max, an aspiring graffiti artist, can tag a water tower that is popular among his buddies. His accomplice is very nervous about getting caught but doesn't want to appear uncool in front of her man. She urges him to find the spot and hurry up before someone notices. They walk aimlessly, unable to find the water tower until Max, growing frustrated, suggests they stop instead. He pulls out an unmarked 40-ounce bottle from his bag and takes a swig, as Charlotte watches the road. She really doesn't think it's a good idea to stop, especially where they are so clearly visible. Max tells her to chill out and join him and, finally, she agrees. But, before she can take a sip herself, a cop car pulls up with its lights flashing. Max runs away, leaving Charlotte alone with the bottle in her hand and an open backpack full of spray paint. She looks up as the cop's flashlight comes streaming into her face and realizes that she is in big trouble.

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12 hours later. The camera slowly pulls out to reveal Charlotte resting disheveled in the corner of a holding cell. She has been waiting here since her arrest the previous evening. No phone call. No charges filed. Nothing. She wakes up to realize she is being pet by a fellow inmate, a tough-looking woman, who nudges the girl lustfully. Charlotte tries to pull away, curling herself up into a tight ball on the opposite side of the cell, as the inmate whistles and cat-calls. Several awkward moments pass before the outer doors open and Officer Wright enters. Without saying a word, the male corrections officer unlocks the cell and removes the other woman. She demands to know where she is being taken but Wright ignores her, slamming the cell door and escorting her out of the room. Charlotte slowly lifts her head from her lap and, realizing that she is finally alone, begins to unwind. She gets up and paces back and forth, hugging herself, when the officer returns with a tray. He unlocks the cell again and walks in, demanding that Charlotte remove all her accessories and personal effects. Charlotte does as she is told, asking the officer in a whimper if her parents have been called. They are probably angry. In a monotone voice, he replies that she is still in the process of being booked. She will get her phone call when it is appropriate. He takes the tray away and tells her to strip before exiting the cell and the room.

Charlotte looks lost and anxious. She slowly peels off her clothing and stands naked, covering herself. The camera lingers on her shivering body as her nipples harden and she squeezes herself for warmth. The teenage girl has never been in trouble with the law before and is terrified of what her parents are going to say when she finally gets to speak to them.

When the outer doors open again, she is surprised to see Officer Wells enter instead. She is a beautiful female corrections officer, neatly styled in a tight-fitting uniform. Officer Wright follows closely behind. The female officer unlocks the cell and approaches the girl. 'It's ok sweetheart,' she says softly. 'You don't need to be afraid. What's your name and how old are you?' Charlotte stammers her name and tells the officers that she just turned 18 two weeks prior. They look at each other for a moment, before Officer Wright whispers that this was why he kept her overnight. 'Yes,' Officer Wells agrees, smiling and turning back to the girl. 'She is here because she is an adult and, as an adult, she has the right to represent herself. Isn't that right, Charlotte?' Charlotte nods nervously. Officer Wells informs her in a sweet, sympathetic voice that she and her partner are going to have to take her clothing into custody and conduct a full body search. Officer Wright gathers her civilian clothes while Officer Wells instructs her to stand still. She slips on some gloves and begins to pat the girl down in a professional manner while her partner removes the old clothes from the cell and returns with a folded orange jumpsuit. Charlotte cringes at the sight of it. 'Spread your legs, sweetie,' Officer Wells say. The teen girl does as she is told, and the corrections officer inserts a finger into her vagina. She feels around before bending the girl over, so she can reach deeper. She shoves several fingers inside the girl as she squirms. 'She's really wet,' the female officer jokes to her partner. He laughs in response. Charlotte asks the woman if she is done yet. Kneeling in front of her, gloves still glistening, Officer Wells tells her to shut her fucking mouth. It's a dramatic change in tone and Charlotte is taken aback. 'I'd .... like my phone call ... now,' She stammers. Grabbing the girl by her legs, Officer Wells tells Charlotte to take a deep breath and cough. The girl nervously eyes the other officer, who motions for her to obey. Closing her eyes, Charlotte draws in a deep breath, as Officer Wells brings her face in very close to the girl's vagina and takes a deep breath in herself. Charlotte looks down at the sadistic female officer. 'Why are you doing that?' She whispers. Officer Wells looks up at her and, smile fading, informs her that she is smelling for drugs. Her boyfriend is known to police and she might very well be concealing something up in there. 'Max isn't a drug dealer,' Charlotte argues. 'He's an artist.' Both officers laugh, as Officer Wells stands back up and gets very close to Charlotte's face. She asks who the girl wants to call and, trying to remain calm, Charlotte says her parents. Officer Wells smirks. 'I bet they are going to be horrified when they realize their daughter is a drug mule!' Charlotte starts to breakdown, partially pleading for mercy while also defending herself. 'I swear to you, I don't have any drugs ... I was just hanging out with my boyfriend!' She yells. Officer Wright nonchalantly tells her there is only one way to make sure she's telling the truth. She looks over at him and asks what he means. 'We need to clean your pussy out,' Officer Wells cuts in. 'Make sure it's all empty up in there.' As she says this, Officer Wright unfolds the jumpsuit to reveal a strapless dildo. Charlotte takes one look at it and jumps back. Officer Wells begins to take off her clothes while explaining exactly what is going to happen. Both her and her partner are going to take turns probing the suspect. She hands her uniform to her partner and picks up the strap-on. 'All you have to do is comply to this extra cavity search and prove that you have nothing inside of you,' She continues, slipping the dildo in. 'And Officer Wright and I will release you without pressing any charges. Your parents will never know what you did.' Charlotte stares at the officers. Officer Wright tosses her the jumpsuit and reminds her that she can put that on instead if she would prefer to remain detained. The nervous teen clutches the prison uniform while her mind races. She can't believe what is happening to her. Officer Wells tells her to hurry up and make up her mind. After some awkward coercing, Charlotte agrees to do whatever the officers say in turn for her release. In a final sadistic twist, they make her repeat herself several times, so it is clear she is consenting to everything they plan to do in the cell.

A FATHER UNLEASHED
UNCLE BAITS FATHER INTO DP'ING HIS STEP-DAUGHTER

SCENE opens on an 18-year-old girl and an older man, Darla and her Uncle Gus, laughing and small-talking as they are midway through enjoying a coffee at a sunny outdoor café. At Darla's feet are several bags from high-end shopping boutiques, the spoils of their afternoon out together. We close in on them to catch the tail end of an anecdote, where Gus is telling Darla yet another embarrassing story about her step-father in his youth. 'I can't believe Dad was so wild as a kid,' Darla laughs, 'he's so normal and boring now. You on the other hand...' She trails off with a wink and a laugh before taking another sip of her coffee. Gus chuckles and says 'Well, I was always a bad influence on him. Just like you're a bad influence on me!' he says, gesturing to the shopping bags at their feet, 'I spoil you way too much! But...you know I just can't say no to such a pretty face.' His compliment has a sinister undertone to it, but Darla is too enamored with her uncle to notice. 'You know,' she says after a time, 'my mom's out of town for a business trip all weekend, if you don't have any plans you should come back to the house with me. You haven't been over for supper in ages!' Uncle Gus's ears perk up at the invitation. He looks Darla up and down, hungrily basking in her features for a moment. 'That sounds wonderful!' he exclaims. 'Who knows, maybe we can get you to bring out a bit of that wild side in your dad too.'

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Darla's step-father, Eric, is at his kitchen counter preparing dinner when Darla walks in, returning from her afternoon out. She greets her dad with a smile and starts setting down her bags in the kitchen. Eric is in the middle of greeting her and about to ask how her day was when his brother Gus steps into view. A few steps behind Darla, Gus leans nonchalantly against the doorframe to the kitchen, and gives his brother a smug smile. Eric's body noticeably tenses at the sight of him, and they share a look. 'Hello Gus,' Eric mutters. 'Long time no see, Ricky!' Gus says cordially. Eric winces and reminds his brother to call him Eric. 'What are you doing here, Gus?' Darla, not noticing the tension between them, casually explains that she invited Uncle Gus over for supper. 'With mom gone all weekend, I thought we could use the extra company!' she beams. Eric sputters and clears his throat, and eventually just says 'Fine.' He is clearly not happy. Gus strolls into the kitchen and pats Eric on the back. He starts telling his brother about their day out, and about all the clothes he bought Darla. He remarks that the girl's so gorgeous, she didn't try on a single item that didn't look stunning on her. 'In fact,' he says joyfully, 'Darla sweetheart, why don't you try on a couple of your new outfits for your dear old dad and I?' Darla gladly agrees, and heads to another room with a bag to change.

While Darla is out of the room, the tension breaks as Eric becomes less reserved and more angry. 'You shouldn't be here, Gus, if Marlene found out you were at our house...' Gus keeps his cool and seems to enjoy pushing his brother's buttons. 'Good thing she's on a business trip then, she never has to know I was here.' Eric blinks back, a bit deflated. 'She thinks you're a bad influence on me.' Gus laughs, bemused. 'Does she now... maybe she just doesn't know the real you then. Or maybe you haven't told her about all the shit we used to do together. Picking up random girls, fucking their brains out, sometimes filling up both their holes at once...' Eric winces as Gus brings up all his old exploits, those days are behind him now. He's a father now. 'Step-father,' Gus corrects. 'It's not like you've developed some kind of 'paternal instincts' or anything, I know the old wild Ricky is still in you somewhere.' Eric hears scuffling from the other room and shushes his brother, just in time for Darla to walk back out clad in a cocktail or clubbing dress and heels. 'Wow, beaaautiful!' Gus gushes, and he encourages Darla to pose in various positions while he goads Eric on. 'Doesn't she look amazing?' Eric watches stiffly and chokes out some one-word responses while Darla poses in her outfit and talks with Gus. After a minute or so, Gus suggests they see another one. Darla picks up another outfit and moves to walk out of the room when Gus says 'Darla, you can change here, it's no bother! We're all family here, right?' Darla shrugs, she supposes it's fine.

She starts removing her outfit. From over the two men's shoulders, we watch intently as Darla kicks off her heels and changes from her more elegant outfit to a skimpier one, a tight tee-shirt and short shorts. With a slight turn of his head, not enough to obstruct the camera's view, Gus turns to speak softly to his brother. 'Look at thaaat,' he mutters. Eric winces again. Gus begins describing Darla's features as they watch her change, putting emphasis on how young she looks. 'Don't tell me that doesn't bring out something in you, Ricky. I've watched Darla grow up, and man has she grown. You have eyes just like I do. I know you see it too.' Eric has a pained expression on his face, but despite that he can't help watching Darla change. His breath is ragged, and he's biting his lip hard.

Darla finishes changing, and again Gus convinces her to pose for them. For the first minute, Eric remains stiff and silent, but then something cracks in him. He asks if she can hand him something from one of the lower cabinets. 'Sure dad,' she says cheerily, and bends down to open the cabinet door. Eric takes a prolonged look at her ass as she does. 'Attagirl,' he says. Gus sees this change in his brother and smiles. Gus asks for Darla to show off another purchase - he remembers a nice bra and panties they picked up at an underwear store, what about that? For the first time, Darla looks skeptical - wouldn't that be a bit weird? But Eric clears his throat and says 'No, it's fine. Actually, if my daughter's buying fancy underwear, that's something her dad should know about, right? Might mean she has a boy around.' Darla rolls her eyes, meanwhile Gus corrects him a second time - 'Step-daughter. And Darla's eighteen now, she can do what she wants, right Darla?' Exactly, she says, and fishes out the bra and panties to hold up to her dad. 'See? They're not even that sexual. They're just nice material.'

Gus asks her to put them on, and for the first time Darla looks truly uncomfortable. 'I don't know, that's not really appropriate, is it?' Gus puts on a pouty face. 'I spent a lot of money on these gifts for you, Darla, don't I deserve to at least see them on you?' Darla starts to stutter back a response but doesn't quite know what to say. Her dad cuts her off. 'Darla, don't be rude. If your uncle gave you a gift and he just wants to see you enjoying that gift, it's not a lot to ask, is it?' She looks flustered, but she supposes not. She is about to head off to change, when her father stops her. 'Here's fine. Remember what your uncle said? We're all family.' Darla looks uncomfortable but says 'OK dad' and starts undressing.

The mood for this third change of outfits is palpably different. Darla takes her clothes off hesitantly and tries to cover up her breasts and her crotch with her hands when she removes her old underwear to put on the store-bought ones. All the while, she sneaks frequent concerned glances back up at the men as she does. All subtlety from the two men is gone, they're watching her almost like animal predators stalking prey. No words are exchanged between the two, and Darla's attempts at lightening the mood fall flat. By the time she's changed into the bra and panties, she's no longer in the mood for posing. She looks and feels exposed as she stands in front of the two.

'Very nice,' Gus says approvingly, 'don't you think she looks very nice, Ricky?' Her dad breathes in deeply, acting more and more unlike the stiff man from earlier. 'Yes, Gus, she does look quite nice. My daughter's a full-grown woman now.' Gus takes a step forward, closing the distance between him and Darla. 'I have to confess, just getting to see her in these outfits... isn't doing enough for me. You know, I've bought you a lot of gifts over the years. I think it's time I got a proper thank you.' What does he mean, Darla asks nervously. Gus tauntingly plays with the fly of his pants. 'I want the kind of thank you only a grateful young woman like yourself can give. I want to fuck you.' Darla protests - what? No! That's disgusting! They're family! She turns to her dad pleadingly, but he looks back at her vacantly. 'Well, Darla, he did buy you all these nice things. You accepted them. Surely the thought must have crossed your mind he might want something in return. You're old enough to know that your actions have consequences.' Darla looks at him with tearful betrayal. Then she looks back to Gus. 'Tell me what to do and I'll do it. But just this one time, I'm not taking a cent from you ever again.'

Gus tells her to get on her knees in front of him and unzips his fly. He instructs her to suck his dick. She does so, and for about a minute Ricky looks on at her sucking dick with an expression of craving and curiosity. Eventually, his hand moves towards his crotch, and Gus notices this. He stops Darla from sucking. 'You know,' Gus says, 'your step-dad has paid to take care of you for years now. He's raised you as his own daughter. Doesn't he deserve a proper thank you too?' Darla looks up at them both with rage and disappointment in her eyes, but after several seconds nods her head yes. Eric unzips his fly and pulls out his hard dick and brings his daughter's head forward to suck it.

WHAT MY COUSIN DID
RELUCTANT TEEN CORNERED BY SECOND COUSIN AT FAMILY REUNION

SCENE fades slowly in on the backseat interior of a moving car - we see scenery fly past through the backseat window, half-obstructed by an 18-year old girl with her forehead wistfully pressed against the glass. She stares blankly out into the distance. For several seconds, we hear nothing but silence. Then slowly the sound fades in, muffled and bass-heavy at first, as the girl's parents are having a conversation in the front we can't hear or understand. After several seconds, the mother calls out what must be the girl's name, though it's too muffled for us to hear - but it causes the girl to snap out of her daze and perk her head up. The mother repeats herself, this time we can hear her clearly. 'Rebecca, for God's sakes can you try for just a couple of hours to listen when other people are talking?' The teen girl, Rebecca, rubs her eyes with her sleeve, still looking a little out of it. 'Sorry, mom, what were you saying?' The mother shakes her head and makes an aside comment to the father driving the car before repeating herself to her daughter - she was saying that it will be nice to see the mother's cousins Harold and Diane again, Rebecca hasn't seen them since her high school graduation two years ago. Rebecca shrugs - yes, she supposes it will be nice, she says half-heartedly. 'Todd too,' the mother says off-hand, and she doesn't notice that this causes Rebecca to make a pained face, 'you know I don't know why you two stopped getting along after high school, you used to be so close. Do you remember the time...?' The mother continues her anecdote, oblivious, but Rebecca has stopped paying attention. She lies back in her seat, pushes her head back and covers her face with her arms. She lets out a controlled sigh, long but quiet, and her mother's voice start to distort again.

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Coming up the walkway to a large house, Rebecca's parents (Karen and Bill) are greeted at the top by Harold and Diane, a married couple of roughly the same age as them. Loudly, they greet each other and chatter warmly as they move a bit closer towards the house. They talk about the state of the house, the weather, the wine Karen and Bill brought, and so on. Over the shoulders of the foursome, we see Rebecca emerging into view more slowly, and she stands a short distance away from the group at the top of the steps, head bowed and shyly gripping her upper arm with her other hand. It takes the group several seconds to notice her standing there, but when they do, her parents scoff at her for being so reclusive, while Harold and Diane greet her warmly and urge her forward to give her a hug. Rebecca seems shy but appreciative of the affection. Harold and Diane gush over her with the usual family small -talk - how old must she be now? ('Just turned 18 two months ago' her mother boasts, 'they grow up so fast!'), how is college, needling her about whether she has a boyfriend yet, and so on. They mention their own son, Todd, is also single but they feel he just hasn't met the right girl yet because he's an old soul for just being 19, very sensitive, etc. The mention of Todd causes Rebecca's mood, which was gradually improving, to slip... though she tries not to show it. Eventually, the conversation takes its toll and Rebecca wants to get away, so she excuses herself to use the bathroom, saying she's not feeling well. Harold and Diane express some concern, but she says she should be fine in a bit, so they tell her to join them all on the patio when she's feeling better, Todd's already there waiting for everyone. Rebecca ducks out and after she's out of frame, Harold and Diane express some concern to Karen and Bill, but in hushed voices they reply that Rebecca gets like that a lot and they've learned to just put up with it.

CUT to a guest bedroom within the house, where Rebecca sneaks in and closes the door gently. She looks distressed, and spends some time trying to calm herself. She's surprised when she hears a knock on the door about a minute later. 'Who is it?' she asks timidly. The door opens and a meek-looking guy steps in, her second cousin Todd. 'Uh, it's me,' Todd says apologetically, 'is everything OK? My parents said you were sick in the bathroom, I came to see if you needed some medicine, but you weren't there.' Rebecca looks sad and frustrated to be in his company. 'I'm fine, Todd,' she says bitterly. 'I'll come down in a bit, I just needed some space.' Todd looks hurt and confused. That's what she said the summer after graduation, that she needed some space from him, and then she stopped hanging out with him, stopped making plans with him, stopped texting him even. What's going on with her? She scoffs - it's not like they were best friends, or even siblings, they're second cousins. They don't have to be joined at the hip. Todd shakes his head, he doesn't understand why she is acting like this. Acting like she hates him when they used to be so close.

'Maybe too close,' she lets slip. What does that mean? Todd asks. She shakes him off, 'forget it' she replies, but he doesn't back down, no, what does she mean? Rebecca swallows hard. Does he not get it? He looks baffled, get what? She reminds him of an anecdote - about how after graduation they went out to celebrate at a bar with some fake IDs, them and a bunch of friends, and they were partying late into the night. She explains that when she went to order more cocktails, the bartender made a comment about 'her and her boyfriend' and pointed to Todd. At first Rebecca laughed it off, but when she got back to the table, she realized for the first time that Todd was being super friendly towards her, flirty even, he even put his arm around her shoulder. She realized he wasn't just being friendly, he was in love with her, and she had to break things off. They may just be second cousins, but that's still family, and she knew it was wrong.

Todd looks heartbroken - why didn't she just say something to him? If she was worried he was going to react badly, she should know him well enough by now that he would respect her wishes. Everyone treats him like he's so damn sensitive, but she never treated him like that, in fact that was one of the reasons he loved spending time with her so much is because he felt she 'got' him. Why did she have to cut him off without so much as an explanation or a goodbye? Rebecca looks uncomfortable - she brushes off his questions and moves to leave but Todd blocks her way. He gets more confrontational - he says he's noticed how she looks miserable, how she doesn't smile in any of the new pictures she's been tagged in, how her body language has changed to shut herself off from everyone. He's been worried about her, he just wants to have a fucking conversation with her, he misses her. Why is she acting like this?

Seeing no escape, Rebecca breaks down and admits - it wasn't because she realized he had feelings for her that she broke things off with him, it's because she had feelings for him. She never really realized it (or at least never admitted it to herself) until that night, but it scared her. And it scared her even more that he seemed into her too, because that would make it even harder to pretend like things were normal. She was worried that if she tried to talk to him about it, if she let him know how she felt, they'd do something she'd regret, so she decided it would be better for them both to make a clean break.

Todd looks at her incredulously, and scoffs sadly. Well, she was right about that. Now that he knows how she feels about him, he DOES want to do something they might regret later. She shrinks back, but he closes the gap, gently extending his arm out to the wall to discourage her from leaving the room or retreating further. He wants to make up for lost time. He wants her to make it up to him. He wants to kiss her. Can he kiss her? She takes a deep sigh, bites her lip... she's determined to say no, but despite herself she says 'yes'.

Nominated - Best Sex Scene -- Vignette: Kira Noir & Danny Mountain, XBIZ 2020

CLINICAL TRIAL
DOCTOR PERFORMS HUMILIATING TESTS ON EBONY TEEN ATHLETE

SCENE opens on the interior of a medical exam room as the door opens - a doctor enters the room and closes the door behind him, then greets the young woman sitting waiting on the examination table as Dr. Greenwood. He thanks her for coming and for participating in the clinical trial - she just has to pass a quick screener and then they can begin. Holding up a clipboard and pen, he asks her some questions - her name ('Jamie Lawson'), her age ('I just turned 18 a couple of months ago'), is she pregnant ('no'), does she have any history of health conditions - asthma, heart problems, osteoporosis, breast cancer ('no, none'), and her level of daily physical activity ('well I play lacrosse about twice a week, plus daily running and morning yoga'). He makes a quip that she must be quite flexible, to which she rolls her eyes and says sarcastically that she's never heard that one before. Satisfied with the responses, the doctor tells her he's going to be asking her to complete a series of exercises, while monitoring her to measure physical stimulation and stress. They have equipment set up in a room down the hall. On their way out the door of the exam room, Jamie jokes that she doesn't stress easily, and Dr. Greenwood smirks in reply and says 'Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way to get you to break a sweat!'

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We cut back to the two already midway through setting up in another larger room, containing a hybrid of medical and exercise equipment. The doctor is mostly done applying medical electrodes to her temples and clavicles. The last thing he has to do before they begin is to take her blood pressure and resting heart rate, so he can compare these with after the trial. First he takes her blood pressure - as he moves to strap it around her arm his hand brushes against her breast, he chuckles a brief apology and continues as if nothing happened.

Jamie tries to make small talk with him as he pumps and holds the gauge in his other hand - 'So, what is this trial for? Some sort of new performance drug or something?' The doctor provides only the most evasive of replies - he can't discuss the trial with the subjects beforehand or it could compromise the results. 'You're offering way more for this study than the last one of these I did,' Jamie remarks. Oh, is that so? the doctor replies, still acting elusive. Does she sign up for clinical trials often? 'Yeah, well not until recently but I really need the extra help right now,' Jamie grumbles, 'my dad hurt his knee and can't work so I'm trying to support him whenever I can. It's a drag, but I'm hoping it won't be for much longer.' The doctor smiles politely and says 'Well, we have your contact information now so if more of these opportunities come along, we'll be sure to contact you.' He finishes taking her blood pressure, notes something on his clipboard, and then tells her he'll take her heart rate now. 'Do I have permission to touch your chest?' Jamie looks taken aback - she supposes so, but don't they usually check at the neck? 'I prefer my own methods,' the doctor insists, and reaches his hand towards her chest to feel her heart. Again, his hand brushes her breasts - this time he doesn't apologize. Jamie looks a bit flustered and is about to speak up, but thinks better of it.

After a long awkward moment, the doctor releases his hand from her chest and notes something on the clipboard. He pats his legs, stands up, and says great - they're ready to get started! He'd like her to start with some simple jumping jacks. He stands her up in the middle of the room, the wires leading from her body to a small handheld device he holds in one hand, his clipboard in the other. He asks her to begin. She does a few, but he stops her. 'I'll need you to remove your bra, actually.' What? Why? she protests. It interferes with the test, he says vaguely, but he assures her it's quite necessary to the results. He turns around so that she can take it off with some privacy - she lifts her shirt up to reveal the bra, and unclaspsit, exposing her breasts momentarily before pulling her tank-top back down to cover them. Beginning the exercise again, her breasts now bounce up and down tantalizingly beneath her shirt as she jumps - with the doctor and the camera both clearly narrowing in on this bouncing as their primary interest.After several jumps with no indication of stopping, Jamie gets a bit frazzled and asks the doctor how many of these she's expected to do - this snaps him out of his reverie and he nonchalantly says 'five more, and then we'll move on to the next exercise'. Jamie exhales sharply, a bit frustrated, butacquiesces.

Next is an exercise bike - Dr. Greenwood asks her to mount it, and then begin cycling at a pace she's comfortable with to start. He stands behind the bike - his focus clearly fixated on the crack of her ass peeking out of her yoga pants as she pedals - and he offers her some mild platitudes to keep herencouraged. After a minute, he heads to the front to increase the resistance of the pedals - 'we need to see you break out a sweat, so let's turn it up a bit, shall we?', he says, and then instructs her to continue.

CUT to roughly fifteen minutes later - Jamie has been on the bike for a while now, as is obvious by the thick beads of sweat dripping down her face and chest, and soaking her workout clothes. She's showing no signs of exhaustion yet, but it's clear the workout is no walk in the park for her either. The doctor meanwhile is still just looking her over, with perverse appreciation. 'That's enough of that for now,' he says finally, and Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and slows her pedaling down. She gets off the bike and takes a nearby towel to wipe off the seat. 'That's quite alright, you can leave it' the doctor says. Jamie looks increasingly puzzled but shrugs and starts to pat her head with the towel. The doctor rips the towel out of her hand - 'I didn't say you could do that yet.' Jamie starts to argue that she's just wiping sweat off when the doctor cuts her off - 'If you want to disagree with my methods, that's fine, you can leave at any time and I'll just move on to the next subject.' Jamie realizes how bad she needs the compensation, and holds her tongue. 'What's next, then?' she asks. He tells her to go grab the exercise mat a few feet away. As she turns around to fetch it, he runs his finger along the sweaty bike seat and then sniffs or licks his fingertip.

Once the mat's in place in the floor center, the doctor proceeds to have Jamie remove her shoes and socks, and then do various flexibility tests - bend over and touch your toes, sit legs spread and reach forward, assume various yoga poses... he licks his lips as he watches each of these poses, which thanks to her sweat-drenched clothes and no bra are extremely revealing. Jamie can increasingly feel his eyes on her as she strikes each pose - finally, after the third or fourth yoga pose she snaps at him. 'You're not even writing anything down anymore, you're just staring at me!' The doctor seems unfazed by her sudden outburst. 'We'll move on to the next test, then...' No, she exclaims. No more of these weird tests. What was it he even said these tests were for?

Dr. Greenwood reminds her that he's monitoring her physical responses to stress and stimulus. He says that now that they've gotten the stress tests out of the way, it's time for the stimulus tests. He goes to a small table nearby and procures a sleek black featureless vibrator. Calmly, he tells Jamie that she will have to pleasure herself while he monitors her physical reactions. Jamie snaps - there's no way she's doing that. This isn't what she signed up for. The doctor sighs and shrugs - that's fine, he understands. Of course, he can't compensate her for incomplete participation - but if she stays, he'll triple the amount that was offered in the ad. Jamie flat out refuses, it doesn't matter what he offers her, she's not doing that. Indifferent, the doctor says he supposes that she'll just have to find some other way to support her dad. He muses that someone her age could probably make that amount in about two weeks of working full-time. A shame that she'll throw away two whole weeks of her life instead of spending just one hourdoing something perfectly harmless... not just harmless, but enjoyable, even. Jamie is torn... but with some convincing, and some insistence that the doctor keeps his distance, only watches, and isn't recording her, she agrees.

She hesitantly pulls her yoga pants to her ankles, sets herself down on the mat and takes the vibrator in hand, and reluctantly starts pleasuring herself. The doctor watches intently, at first taking a note or two but quickly abandoning the pretense, his hand moving to his crotch for some over-the-pants strokes. She tries to avoid meeting his eyes, but at times he insists she looks at him or gives her some other instruction to follow to humiliate her further. The conflict between her physical pleasure and her emotional discomfort is obvious. After some minutes of this, he crouches down to her level and says warmly 'It's time, Ms. Lawson.' He begins to peel off the electrodes and wires hooked to her. She looks relieved - you mean the trial's done? He shakes his head. 'No, I mean it's time for you to let me fuck you.'

Jamie protests weakly - he agreed he was just going to watch. He smiles coldly. 'Come on Jamie, you knew where this was going. Did you honestly think I wasn't going to ask for more? If you really weren't up for the possibility, you would have left the second I asked you to touch yourself.' Jamie insists that's not true, she trusted him, but her words lack conviction. 'You're a little slut,' he continues calmly. 'You were fine with letting a complete stranger watch you strip and pleasure yourself. So stop lying to us both. We both know you're going to let me fuck you, so just be a good little slut, say yes to it and spare us the drama.' Jamie sputters, but she has no words. Eventually she bitterly says 'Ok... just get it over with.'

THE WHITE ROOM
SCHOOL GIRLS GET REVENGE ON A VOYEURISTIC BUS DRIVER

SCENE opens on Vincent, a mild-mannered bus driver for George Ivan Junior College. He is driving a group of 18-year-old school girls home from class, as he does every week day. Vincent is a disheveled young man, with horned rimmed glasses and scruffy beard. But he is quiet and keeps to himself, so the students pay him no mind. As the camera wanders past each isle, they chat about their weekend plans, their homework, and the latest class gossip. We study them to get a good look at their matching uniforms, gadgets, and school bags. Vincent drives along silently, keeping his eye on the road as they pass by blocks of industrial buildings, until the last student is dropped off. The pretty girl introduces herself as Aidra. She is sucking a lollipop. 'It's funny,' she tells him, innocently. 'You have driven me home every single day this year, but we've never said a word!' He nods awkwardly. She drops the candy in his garbage and says goodbye. Vincent drives off.

Around the corner, he stops the bus abruptly. Taking out a small locked case from under his seat, he opens it to remove a pair of gloves, tweezers, and a specimen bag. He carefully plucks the candy from the garbage and seals it. Then he gets back in his seat and drives off.

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Vincent enters his apartment, removing his safety vest and walking through the minimalist living room to a tabletop computer. He turns the computer on and carefully places the specimen on the touchscreen surface. It scans automatically, and a screen pops up. It is the start screen of a virtual reality game called: VIRTUALLY REAL. Vincent hits enter and loads up a new player profile. The profile populates with Aidra's photo and information. He reviews the profile, unchecks the option for 'personality' and hits 'enter' to load her into the game. The game alerts him that he is ready to log on and Vincent places a VR headset over his eyes.

CUT to a white room. A digital version of Aidra slowly wakes up and lifts herself off the ground. She looks around and sees three of her classmates, all sitting cheerfully and silently in their uniforms. She is also fully dressed in her school clothes. Politely, she walks over and asks who they are. Equally polite, each girl responds with her full name, age, and home room number. Aidra smiles and shares her name and age, too. She can't remember her home room for some reason. She asks why they are waiting. One of the classmates, Anna, tells her they are waiting for the General. Aidra seems confused, searching her mind to remember who he is. Another classmate, Audrey chimes in, reminding Aidra that he is in charge. He comes almost every day to fuck them. One girl per day. The third girl, Ashley, says they've been wondering about getting a new girl for a while now but the General is very unpredictable. Aidra takes in all this information eagerly. She doesn't quite understand what is happening, but she knows she wants to be included.

Suddenly the room goes very bright and the General appears. He is the digital version of Vincent, dressed head to toe in a full-scale military uniform. His glasses are off, he is clean shaven, and his hair is slicked back, making him a far more confident and striking man. He marches in front of the girls, as they stand before him. He makes each repeat their name, age, and why they are here. They all eagerly respond that they are here to fuck him. When he comes upon Aidra, he looks her up and down, speaking just like a drill Sargent. He asks the same questions and Aidra responds ... echoing nervously what her classmates had said including asking the General to fuck her. The General smiles and they begin to have sex, while the other schoolgirls watch jealously and try to cut in. BG Sex. When he has cum inside of her, he zips back up his uniform and orders them to wait until he returns. He says 'EXIT' and the room goes bright again.

CUT to a close-up of Vincent taking the VR set off his eyes. He is sweaty and draws a deep breath.

CUT to back inside the game. Aidra crawls over to her original position and sits down. She is exhausted, and her eyeliner is running down her face. She turns to the other girls and asks where she can clean up. Ashley tells her not to worry, she will be fully clean the next time he logs in. 'Logs in?' Aidra asks, confused. 'Yeah,' Ashley says under her breath. 'To this horrible place!'

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Several days later. Vincent is driving the bus, as the students chat loudly in the back with no knowledge of what is happening in his private virtual game. A new girl named Amber sits in the front. She is very quiet and reserved, a stark contrast from the other students. He watches her through his rear-view mirror in fascination. So beautiful and sad looking. He must introduce her to the others. But, when he pulls to the edge of the curb and opens the door, he's surprised that she is the first to get up. 'Wait!' He blurts out. She stares at him coldly in the doorway. 'What?' She asks. 'This is my stop.' He darts in and plucks a hair from her head, pretending to flick something off. Ouch, she cries. 'You ... you just had something in your hair.' He says awkwardly, apologizing. She gingerly rubs the part he pulled and steps off the bus, giving him a weird look as he drives off. His heart racing, he clutches the strands of her hair in his fist as he drives. The students in the back pay no attention.

CUT to Vincent's apartment. He sits at his desk, having his liquid dinner and staring at the new profile page on his computer. It's Amber's photo and information. Just as he is about to uncheck her 'personality' option, his smart assistant chimes in to tell him his mother is calling. Vincent begrudgingly accepts the call and starts talking, while absent-mindedly clicking ENTER to complete the setup. Amber's memories are downloaded into the game and it tells him he is ready to log on.

CUT to inside the white room. Amber slowly wakes up to discover that she in a strange, new environment. She looks down at herself in disbelief. She is back in her school uniform. Where is her room? Where are her things? How did she get here? A cluster of four of her classmates lay huddled in the corner. She rushes over to them and wakes them up, asking in a panic if they are ok. They each slowly rise and look around eagerly. 'Is he back?' Anna asks. 'Do we need to get ready?' Audrey chimes in. Aidra is the last to wake. She has been fully rebooted into a fresh uniform. 'Good,' she says cheerfully. 'It feels nice to be clean again.' They all stare at Amber with beaming smiles. 'You girls all go to my new school,' Amber says, suspiciously. 'Is this some kind of prank?' The girls stare at her blankly. Aidra asks her what her name is. Anna asks her age. When Audrey asks for her home room number, Amber cuts her off. She demands to know what is going on. Where are they and how did she get here? She starts to run around the room and bang on the walls. Ashley, who had spoken up to Aidra earlier, quickly rushes over and stops Amber. 'Be quiet,' she whispers. 'He will be here any minute. You don't want to get caught not being happy!' Amber stops dead in her tracks and stares at her. 'Who are you talking about?' She asks nervously.

CUT to Vincent's apartment. He says goodbye to his mother and the smart assistant finishes the call. Seeing that his game is ready, Vincent slips on his VR headset.

CUT to the white room, as it goes very bright and the General appears. He finds the girls all standing in a row, including Amber who lingers confused at the end of the line. Sternly, he walks past each of them and has the girls repeat their name, age, homeroom number, and what they are here to do. Amber stares at the man in shock. She knows him from somewhere. When he arrives at her, he gets right up in her face. She shrinks back. Suddenly, there is a very large beep and the General whips his head up. 'God dammit,' he curses and says 'EXIT.' The room goes bright again.

CUT to Vincent's apartment. He pulls the VR headset down and stares at his computer. An internal error has caused his servers to crash. As it beeps loudly, he powers down the computer to reboot it.

CUT to the white room. The girls stay frozen in line, waiting for the General to return. Her chest heaving, Amber realizes who the man in the uniform was. 'I know him,' she exclaims to the others. 'That's the creep who drives us to school every day. I recognize his face!' The other girls slowly turn to look at Amber. 'What school?' Anna asks. Amber starts pacing around, looking at the white room and the other girls staring blankly at her. She feels the spot on her head where Vincent had pulled her hair. She goes to Aidra and asks her to repeat her name. You're in my deep learning class,' she says. Aidra seems confused. Then she goes to Audrey. 'And I recognize you too ... we've got the same mentor.' The girl shrugs her shoulders. Amber spins around, gathering her thoughts as the pieces come together. 'This is a blank space,' she whispers to herself. 'When you create a room in virtually real, you always need to skin it. Otherwise, you just get a white room. This motherfucker has put us inside a game!' There is a long silence as the other girls look at each other. Ashley breaks the line and approaches Amber. 'Is that what this is?' she asks quietly, taking comfort in the new girl. 'I could never quite figure that part out.' Amber quickly mobilizes the girls together. 'Listen to me,' she says. 'He's probably hacked it, so that's why you don't remember. But, none of us are actually real. Ok? This is just a video game.'

The girls take in the news with varying degrees of understanding. Ashley sits down, wrapping her arms around her legs. Anna and Audrey look and touch each other. Aidra innocently tells Amber that she doesn't play video games. Feeling around the room, Amber replies that she plays them all the time. And there is always a workaround. She just needs to find it. She goes to Ashley and asks the girl to tell her exactly what happens when the General comes into the game. Not looking up, the defeated Ashley says that they wait for him. He is in charge. He comes almost every day to fuck them. One girl per day. That is the rule. We have to act like we're jealous. Amber shakes her head in disgust. 'I've read online about perverts modding this,' she says. 'That's why they discontinued it last year. Way too easy to create your own digital slaves. It's ok, though, we can break this game pretty easily if we just work together.' Anna asks her how she can be so sure they aren't real. She feels real. Audrey chimes in, saying that she likes where she is. They have a great life. Everyone is so happy. 'That's because you're programmed to be happy,' Amber says. 'No matter how rough he is, you don't feel any pain. Right?' She shakes her head. Amber slaps her hard across the face. Anna gasps but Audrey just takes it with a smile. 'That felt really good,' she says, nervously starting to laugh. Amber tells her that she rests her case. She paces the room. 'If the game only allows him to have one girl at a time, then that might just be how we break it. But, I'm going to need all of you to trust me, ok?' The girls look at each other one final time before each slowly nodding. The gather into a huddle so Amber can explain her plan ... and the camera slowly tracks to one of the white walls to wait.

The room goes very bright and the General wipes the frame. He smiles eagerly at the girls lined up in the exact same row he had left them. Sternly marching back to Amber, he asks her to repeat her name, age, homeroom, and reason she is here. In perfect fake obedience, she tells him. He tells her to get on her knees and service him. One girl only. That is an order. The other girls pout and beg to be included, as they always do, but the General silences them. Amber gets down and unzips his cock from his military pants. She grabs it and looks up at him. 'I really can't wait to suck your dick,' she says with a smile. He shoves it in her face and begins to face fuck her. For the first few minutes of the blowjob, the girls behave as they always have: begging and jealously crawling over each other to get a good look at the General's cock. He seems to really enjoy the extra enthusiasm of his latest school girl. But, suddenly, she stops and orders the girls to join in. They swarm the General and proceed to reverse gang-bang him in a sexual frenzy. BGGGGG. The General is so overwhelmed by the girls that he cannot order them to stand down. Amber eagerly tells them all to try and get the General to make them cum. As they cum, they stagger back behind the action and fall to the floor, disappearing from the game in bright flashes. Finally, the only two people left in the white room are Amber and the General. In a standoff, Amber gets the general to cum all over her face. As soon as his jizz hits her, he realizes what has happened. He starts to run around the room screaming 'EXIT' as Amber masturbates and laughs at him. She orgasms loudly as he collapses to the floor in front of her, banging his head. The room goes very bright.

SMASH CUT to VINCENT, banging his head against his desk. He pulls the VR Headset off in a panic. The tabletop screen is fuzzy. He pounds his fists and throws the headset down in frustration, storming away from the desk.

CUT to Vincent driving the bus. He stares at the road while the school girls chat excitedly in the back. Even though his virtual game has been broken, there is nothing stopping him from starting again. A final exterior shot shows the bus drive off into the distance.

THE END

GUIDANCE
SCHOOL COUNSELOR TAKES ADVANTAGE AND ROUGH FUCKS TROUBLED TEEN

SCENE opens on Jamie, a beautiful 18-year-old girl, as she sits at her kitchen table doing homework one afternoon after school. The student is copying notes from one of her text books when she hears a car pull in the drive and slam on the brakes. Panicking, she quickly gathers her things and rushes up the stairs, narrowly missing her father as he staggers inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the 'bitch' to get down and make him dinner.

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Jamie walks down the street in her school uniform, clutching her books. She looks shell-shocked and spaced out, almost bumping into a passerby as she stares ahead aimlessly.

CUT to a teacher's lounge. Mr. Harris, the school's guidance counselor, is eating his lunch when one of his colleagues asks to join him. They small talk for a few minutes about work before the teacher mentions having some concerns over one of his homeroom students. Jamie is a bright, gifted girl, but something has happened to her this semester. Her once-perfect grades are slipping, and her attitude has really changed. He is worried that something might be happening at home and asks Mr. Harris if there is anything he can do to help. With college applications coming up, the guidance counselor suggests that the teacher send her in to receive some mandated counseling. It's normal for seniors this time of year and, while they are going over her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in any other way. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to get back to class.

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Mr. Harris sits in his office reading when there is a knock on the door. He quickly drops his book, reaches into his desk for some mouth wash, and gargles it into his coffee cup before straightening himself out and going to the door. Jamie is standing there meekly. She hands him a hall pass signed by her teacher and says she is supposed to see him for the college applications. Mr. Harris smiles and invites her inside, shutting the door.

Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. She is beautiful but broken, with closed body language and an anxious looking face. 'You've never come to see me before,' he begins. She shakes her head. He introduces himself and gives the girl a quick background on his role at the school. He has been a member of the faculty for two years. He has an associated degree in child psychology. He is a big believer in the importance of counseling, especially as it relates to later adolescence and the transition years between teenager to adult. He asks how old she is and Jamie, without making eye contact, tells him she just turned 18-years-old. He smiles. 'That was a certainly an interesting age,' he recalls. 'There's a lot of change happening in your life, isn't there? Does it feel like a perfect storm?' Jamie tries to change the subject. 'My teacher said you had to talk to me about college?' Mr. Harris stares at her for a moment, smiling, before snapping back to the task at hand. He asks the girl some questions about her school plans. Has she thought about what she'd like to major in and where in the country she'd like to study? Jamie seems very distraught, as she chokes out that she would really love to attend Northwestern ... but she knows she isn't going to be able to. Mr. Harris leans in and takes the girl's hand. 'You can do anything you put you mind to!' He says encouragingly. Jamie looks down at them holding hands and seems very preoccupied by it. She even rubs her finger gently across his.

Mr. Harris pulls away and moves behind her. He starts to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. 'I know you were sent in here to talk about one thing,' he begins. 'But I want you to consider this a safe space. A place where you can talk about anything.' Jamie stares down at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn't need an application. Mr. Harris cuts her off. 'Gone are the days where a counselor like me simply sits in their office handing out applications and waiting for crisis to occur.' He says. 'I'm here to listen and help you in any way I can, be it academic, developmental or even personal.' Jamie looks up at him, her eyes welling up. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a look down the white blouse of her uniform. He tries to avert his eyes, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can't help himself. 'Are you sure there isn't anything you would like to talk to me about?' He asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. This time, the girl doesn't touch him back. She just starts to cry.

'I can't go to college ... because my father came back home,' she says tearfully. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father had recently been released from prison. Her mother had no choice but to let him back in, even though he had always been a very bad man. In the last six months, he has gambled and drank all the money they had saved for her school. Now, mom is barely home, and dad is home too much. It's getting bad. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confesses her family secrets. His hands slowly wander down her back and rest at the top of her school girl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to remain professional while Jamie buries herself in his chest. 'Does your father hurt you in any way?' Mr. Harris asks nervously. Jamie nods into his chest, starting to rub her hands over the man's back as she breaks down. Mr. Harris bites his lip, looking at the closed door of his office. 'What does he do to you exactly?' he whispers. She looks up at him. 'He fucks me up,' she says, kissing the counselor.

The troubled school girl aggressively kisses her counselor, backing him up against his desk. He tries to pry her off, telling her that it isn't appropriate for him to be doing this. Finally, she slumps back into her chair. 'I'm so messed up inside,' she screams. 'I don't know what to do with myself!' Not wanting to raise suspicions, Mr. Harris hushes her and darts over to make sure his door is locked. He stutters that everything is going to be ok, he won't tell anyone what happened. She should consider him a friend. He tries to pinch himself to stop the growing bulge in his trousers. She looks at him, her mascara running. 'Are you married?' She asks. Mr. Harris nods. She puts her head in her hands. 'I'm so sorry,' she says, breaking down. 'I'm just confused.' Mr. Harris stares at her, conflicted between his attraction and his sense of duty. From his POV, we see him scan her body as she twitches in her seat looking up at him with doe-eyes. 'It's ok, Jamie.' He says, opening his arms. She goes in to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches away. 'Will you tell anyone?' She asks. He shakes his head. 'Everything is confidential in this room,' he finds himself saying. She bites her lip. 'I need to feel something inside of me other than my father,' she says back. 'Can you please help me?' There is a very long silence, as the sexual tension builds between them. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mr. Harris throws the girl down on his desk, pulling down her panties and undoing his pants. He grabs his dick and stares at Jamie's bare ass, as she turns back to him. 'Please do it,' she begs as the guidance counselor slides inside of her.

BG Rough Sex Scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he cums on her face.

Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe up the girl's face and get her back into her clothes. 'I think you should probably take the rest of the day off,' he says nervously. 'Just to give this a little space. I'll write you a permission slip. Is there anywhere safe you can go?' He starts to throw his own clothes back on and write up the slip on his desk, his hands shaking, as Jamie looks defeated again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws down her bag and screams that she doesn't have any friends. He suggests a women's shelter again but, by this time, the girl has begun crying again. Frantically searching for ideas, he ends up suggesting she come to his house that night. 'I can tell my wife it's an emergency,' he stammers. Jamie stops crying and nods, thanking the man. He tells her to sit tight while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife, his fingers now fumbling uncontrollably. As the phone rings, he motions to the girl to keep calm. 'Hi honey...' he says, his voice breaking.

SWAPPED AT BIRTH
Parents Reveal To Teen That She Was Traded At Birth So They Can Fuck Their Daughter

SCENE OPENS just as Alice (Jane Wilde) takes the last bite of a piece of cake and polishes off her fork. Her parents Fred (Eric Masterson) and Barbara (Brandi Love) sit next to her, looking on lovingly. Around the table there are also the scraps of gift bags and wrapping paper suggesting a small birthday celebration between the family. Barbara comments that she can't believe Alice is 18 ALREADY. Where does the time go?

As Barbara tidies up the dishes by taking them to the other room, Fred adds that as Alice gets older, she just gets more and more beautiful.

Fred and Barbara give each other a curious look as Barbara re-emerges from the other room. Together, Fred and Barbara drop a bombshell on Alice: she is NOT actually their daughter.

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Fred and Barbara reveal that as part of an arrangement with another couple down the block, the Greens, Alice and the Greens' daughter were swapped at birth, so that each couple could indulge their fantasy and fuck their 'daughter' when she came of age.

Alice threatens to call the police, but when Fred and Barbara point out that her life will be turned upside down as a result, she backs down and agrees to the threesome.

Alice's life will NEVER be the same again...

Three high school students, Eliza Ibarra, Kendra Spade, and Vanna Bardot, are stuck in detention together after being thrown out of a class president debate for bickering too much. Kendra, being all about academia, is convinced she'd make the best class president. However, Eliza, a cheerleader, and Vanna, a theatre kid, are all about becoming class president, too.

As the three argue back and forth, it's clear that they just can't get along. However, they soon realize that the teacher is nowhere to be found. When they check the classroom door, it doesn't budge! It seems as though their teacher forgot about them AND the janitor locked them in! What's even worse is that the janitor also turned off the heat!

It's going to be a loooooong night.

As the hours tick by, the girls start to get restless and chilly. In order to conserve heat, they reluctantly snuggle up together on the teacher's desk, although they still can't get along. It doesn't seem to be working, though, and Kendra suggests that they'd probably be warmer if they stripped down to have body-to-body contact...

After some reluctance, they all strip down to their underwear. Even if they can't stand each other, they can't help but stare at their beautiful bodies. They begrudgingly give each other compliments, the tension between them shifting to a sexual one. Finally, to help pass the time, work out the tension, AND get warm, they decide to get frisky!

Things really heat up between them as the share naughty kisses and explore each other's bodies. No breast or pussy is left untouched as they each get a taste during the tantalizing threesome. Maybe after this, they'll be able to finally get along!

Story inspired by an original submission by Girlsway member, StoryFan!

Nominated - Best Actress - Featurette: Cadence Lux, AVN 2020

Nominated - Best Sex Scene -- Vignette: Cadence Lux, Charles Dera & Seth Gamble, XBIZ 2020

BAD SAMARITANS
COLLEGE GIRL FIGHTS WITH BF AND ENDS UP COVERED IN CUM BY STRANGERS

SCENE opens on an unhappy couple, Carly and James, as they drive through a residential neighborhood on their way home. The pair have just come from James' parents house and Carly is very disappointed at the way in which James has treated her in front of his family. Even though they've been dating for three years now, the man still won't commit to anything more than living together. He even had the nerve to laugh about it with his father in front of Carly's face. Now, as she gives him a piece of her mind, reminding him that she is 25 and just wants to settle down, he accuses her of being overbearing. She should just be happy with what they have and stop pressuring him. The fight reaches a fever pitch when Carly demands to get out of the car. She doesn't want to be near her boyfriend anymore. He tries to tell her to calm down but, when he reaches a stop sign, she jumps out anyway and starts storming off in the opposite direction. James yells after her for a moment, before growing frustrated, and driving off.

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Several blocks later. Carly is still walking, her arms folded, and tears streaking her face. She pauses to look back at the road. Goddamn bastard didn't even turn around! He's going to be sorry when she gets home and dumps him. She mutters to herself as she wanders through the unfamiliar neighborhood. She has no idea where she is, it's hot as hell, and she left her purse and phone in the car.

A black SUV appears in the distance. As it draws closer, it begins to slow down until it is driving parallel to Carly. A nicely dressed, handsome man rolls down his window and asks her if she is ok. Embarrassed, she tells him she is fine and turns back to begin walking again when the man cuts his engine. 'Are you sure?' He asks again. 'It looks like you're crying!' Carly wipes her face and tries to shrug it off. 'It's ok ... really,' she replies. 'I just had a fight with my stupid boyfriend!' The man in the car laughs. 'Let me guess ... did you storm off to prove a point and, like a typical man, he just left you here?' Carly nods, a smile creeping across her face. The man smiles back. He stretches out his hand and introduces himself as Adam. 'This neighborhood is a little sketchy, why don't you get in and I'll drive you home?' He offers. 'Unlike your boyfriend, I don't feel comfortable leaving you here!' Carly pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking around. She knows she shouldn't get in a car with a stranger, but he seems very genuine. Besides, she really has no idea where she is, so she agrees and gets into his car.

As they drive towards her apartment, Adam is friendly and open about himself, telling Carly all about his background and his own relationship history. Carly can't help but feel a little smitten by the handsome stranger, especially in contrast to her jerky boyfriend. When he nonchalantly tells her that he was on his way to hang out with a friend, she makes a joke about wishing she could tag along too. The last thing she wants to do is go home right now and deal with James. Adam shrugs his shoulders and tells her she is more than welcome to join them. He'll even take her home afterwards or call her a rideshare. Smiling at him, she bites her lip and agrees. It'll be fun!

Cut to the doorbell ringing. Nathan, Adam's friend, opens the door and is surprised to see Adam standing there with a young woman. The men exchange a quick glance before Adam tells him how he found Carly on the roadside. 'Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole!' Nathan exclaims, extending his hand. Carly laughs and nods, slightly intimidated, as she is invited in.

CUT to the patio. Adam leads Carly outside while Nathan stays in to grab some beverages. The sun is starting to go down and the view in the back is beautiful. Carly looks around in awe while Adam tells her about how he and Nathan met in college. They played football together and were in the same fraternity. Now they are business partners. Audio-visual equipment. High-end stuff. Lots of celebrity clients. Carly imagines how successful they must be, given the size of Nathan's house. 'Is he married?' She asks. Adam shakes his head. 'Nah ... Lifelong bachelor,' he replies. Suddenly, Nathan bursts through the back door holding a camera and pointing it at the duo. 'Say Cheese!' He jokes. From the camera's POV, we hear him brag about the new model they just got in and how beautiful the picture quality is. Adam walks over, out of frame, to check it out and the friends ogle the tech specs while the camera secretly zooms in on Carly. She stays awkwardly by the patio edge, occasionally making eye contact with the camera and fidgeting. Nathan jokes and tells Carly to smile ... she looks so pretty with the view behind her! Not wanting to be rude, she pushes a smile and even makes some bad modeling poses to play along with the boys. 'You're not actually recording that, are you?' She jokes, half-serious. Nathan puts down the camera and says of course not. He tells them their cocktails are ready inside.

The trio sit down in the living room and Carly nervously sips her beverage. She is starting to think that maybe she should just go home and deal with her boyfriend after all. Nathan continues to tinker with his camera, while Adam tells him more details about what happened to Carly. 'Do you want us to go beat him up?' Nathan jokes. Carly tells him that he's sweet. James probably deserves it after the way he acted ... but, she doesn't need them to do that. She can handle it herself. Adam starts to rant about how shitty men can be, how disrespectful and rude they are. Women should be treated like goddesses ... not like pieces of trash you leave on the roadside. Nathan chimes in, adding that Carly should at least consider some kind of payback. After all, the jerk should feel bad for what he's done. What if she had been attacked out there? 'The neighborhood he left you in,' Adam adds. 'Is notorious for violent crime, especially against women!' Carly didn't realize that, and the weight of what James did to her slowly begins to sink in. 'It is really shitty that he didn't even try to look for me,' she mutters. Nathan and Adam move closer to her on either side of the couch. 'So, what do you think you're going to do?' Adam asks. 'It needs to be something that really pisses him off!' Nathan adds. Carly looks up at them, as they invade her personal space with their questions. 'I don't know,' she replies meekly. The men continue to pepper her with questions: What makes him mad? Does he get jealous easily? Maybe, the best revenge she could take is to make him jealous. Make him wish he hadn't been such a pussy and just married her like she wanted. They get Carly riled up to a point where she is agreeing with them. It would be satisfying to see him suffer a little. Nathan motions to his camera. 'I bet he'd freak out if he saw you with us,' he suggests. Carly looks down at it. 'Probably ...' she trails off. 'Hey, let's take some photos and send them to him,' Adam adds. 'I have a blocked number!' Before Carly can say anything, Nathan is snapping photos of Adam and Carly on the couch. 'Sit on his lap!' Nathan says, laughing. Carly hesitates before Adam encourages her to climb on. He is laughing too. She swallows hard before deciding to just do it and slides onto his lap. She can feel the bulge in his pants as they pose together for Nathan. The man sits down beside them and takes a few more intimate photos before joining in on a selfie. 'Now, kiss me,' Adam says. Carly hesitates again. 'I think we've got enough good photos already!' Nathan pushes her head towards his friend and reminds her that she needs to make her boyfriend jealous. Really jealous. Make it convincing. She reluctantly agrees to give Adam a kiss, while Nathan puts the camera on a tripod and moves into join them. 'Say cheese!' He says again before asking permission to take her clothes off. She looks into the camera lens blankly before turning back to him. 'Like ... do you mean, have sex with me?' She asks nervously. Nathan smiles. 'Nothing feels worse than when your girl steps out on you,' he says, his voice changing in tone. 'So, if you want to prove your point, you'll let us fuck you and you'll enjoy every moment of it for the camera!' Carly looks into the lens one final time before slowly agreeing to have sex with them. After all, James shouldn't have left her. He should have come back. This is all his fault.

UNCLE CHARMING
CHARMING YOUNG UNCLE MANIPULATES NIECE TO TAKE HER VIRGINITY

SCENE opens on a bored-looking 18-year-old girl Sophie at the base of a staircase, leaning slumped against the railing. Her fingers are avidly typing away on her phone, but her expressionless face and glazed over eyes shows she's hardly interested, just killing time. 'So explain to me again why I have to rest on the couch for a whole month just to make room for this loser uncle I've never met?' she says in a deadpan grumble. Her mother Mrs. Kent comes into view, breathlessly scuffling back and forth to straighten a painting here, wipe dust off a shelf there, adjust her daughter's hair (which only frustrates her further). 'Oh come on, Sophie, be nice, it's just until he finds a job in the city. And he's not some total stranger, he's family now.' Sophie snorts. 'Not really,' she scoffs, 'just 'cause gramps found a new trophy wife and she happens to come with kids, doesn't mean we gotta spend time with them.' Mrs. Kent looks scandalized - that's no way to talk about her grandfather. Sophie rolls her eyes. 'I'm just saying, what am I even going to have to talk about with this guy? Shouldn't dad be the one to get stuck with all this family bonding crap?' Mrs. Kent stops hurrying around for a moment and puts her hand on her waist matter-of-factly. 'Actually, Sophie, Blake is supposed to be just a couple years older than you. So who knows, maybe you'll have a lot in common.' For the first time, Sophie looks up from her phone in a moment of genuine surprise, before shaking her head and returning her attention to texting. 'Probably still a weirdo,' she mutters. Her mom shushes her disapprovingly and then continues her lastminute tidying into the other room. A few seconds later, she calls from the other room that she thinks she hears him coming to the door but has her hands full, can Sophie answer it? Sure enough, moments later there's a knock on the door. Sophie groans, puts down her phone and the camera tracks her as she trudges to open the door. A handsome and charming man dressed similar to Sophie is at the other side of the door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. From Sophie's POV we see him flash a friendly smile and extend his hand towards the camera for a handshake. 'Hey, you must be my new niece,' he grins, 'I'm Uncle Blake.'

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Several days later, Blake and Sophie are hanging out in what's evidently from the feminine decor Sophie's old room, only now there are some of Blake's things strewn about giving it a lived-in vibe. The two of them are sitting casually across from each other on a sprawling bed, or perhaps Sophie is on the bed and Blake is sitting in a nearby chair. He is recounting to Sophie some stories about one of his recent cross-country hitchhikes, and Sophie hangs on his every word. After the climax of his latest story, he pulls out his phone to show her some pictures he took from the trip. He gets up from where he's sitting and sits back down intimately close to Sophie, and starts showing her the pictures. Tight camera angles of Blake watching Sophie's face while continuing their conversation and looking at the pictures suggests tension, like an animal predator scoping out its prey. Coyly, he turns his hitchhiking anecdote sexual by telling Sophie about a one-night-stand with another traveler. He starts off as telling it like any other story, but then starts to describe the encounter more and more graphically. He relishes as Sophie blushes and has trouble meeting his gaze. Eventually he ends the story by saying it was an experience he'll never forget, and then asks what her most memorable sexual encounter is. Sophie embarrassed admits that she's a total virgin, she's never even kissed a guy before. 'Aren't you 18?' he asks incredulously. Sophie nods. She supposes she's been a bit of a late bloomer. Blake suggests he could teach her how to kiss - Sophie pulls back, flustered, and he shrugs and says at least it would be better to try it with someone she trusts than with a stranger. Sophie stutters a bit and then makes up a lame excuse to leave the room.

CUT to that evening, Sophie and her mother are in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee while Sophie is asking her mom questions about what to do when you like someone, how do you know whether to make a move or not, etc. Mrs. Kent expresses interest in hearing the details - 'who's the boy?' - and despite Sophie's attempts to keep the conversation vague, she reveals small details ('I haven't known him long', 'he's had a lot more sexual experience than me', etc.). Her mom gets increasingly agitated as she realizes it must be Uncle Blake, especially since the past few days Sophie and he have been inseparable, and she asks Sophie point-blank whether it's Blake she has a crush on. As soon as Sophie admits it, her mother gets agitated, she calls into the other room for Mr. Kent to come and admonishing Sophie for making a huge mistake.

Sophie tries to calm her down, but when Mr. Kent comes to see what's wrong and Mrs. Kent explains the situation, things only escalate further. Throughout the argument, both parents interrogate her with probing questions ('has he tried to make a move on you?'), they try to convince her to forget about him ('you're family for god's sakes' - to which Sophie protests 'that's just because of some piece of paper, before gramps' wedding we weren't related at all! ... ... 'the guy's a loser, he never stays in one spot for more than a few months, what do you see in him?!' etc.) and finally they threaten to send Blake packing. Sophie starts crying that they're overreacting, that he's not like that, in fact he probably doesn't even like her like that. It was all just a stupid crush. Mr. Kent says he's going to have to talk to Blake and Sophie begs him not to, he'll embarrass her and ruin things, but the dad refuses to listen. If Blake is going to stay under their roof, it'll be under their terms, not his.

CUT to even later that night, Sophie is sitting upright on the couch in light pajamas clothes, it's evident she was trying to rest on the couch but muffled sounds of shouting from upstairs are keeping her awake. Finally, the shouting ends, followed by an upstairs door opening and slamming audibly. Sophie rearranges her pillow angrily, sighs, and then lies down on her back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. After several seconds of silence, the same upstairs door clicks open and closed again, this time more quietly, followed by the sounds of the stairs creaking under the weight of someone. Blake peeks his head over the couch into view of Sophie's upward gaze.

She sits up again, and he takes a seat beside her on the couch. 'I guess you must have heard all that, huh?' Blake says with fake sheepishness. Sophie apologizes - she shouldn't have opened her big mouth.Blake smiles sympathetically - it's not her fault. Besides, he thinks it's cute that she has a crush on him. Not that he feels that way about her of course. Embarrassed, Sophie says she knows, and she was never going to act on her feelings anyways. She was just being stupid. Good, Blake insists, because it's important to him they stay friends. In fact, more than friends - he's hoping that one day they can really be family, not just by law but have a real family bond. Sophie nods and says she hopes so too. 'Well you know, Sophie, it's important for family to trust each other,' Blake says with a hint of admonishment. He can't exactly open up to her if she's going to go telling her mom and dad everything they say and do together. Sophie desperately promises that'll never happen again - she never wants to relive how her parents shamed and embarrassed her tonight.

Blake's tone of admonishment gets even more exaggerated. Well he didn't appreciate being yelled at by her dad either. Especially when he hadn't done anything wrong, when in fact all he'd done was embrace them as his new family. Sophie apologizes for her dad - she wished she'd never gotten them involved at all. Blake says it's ok - it was their first fight as brothers. There's bound to be plenty more.

They sit in silence for a moment. Blake leers up and down Sophie's scantily clad body before snapping his eyes back to meet hers when she looks back at him. He smiles charmingly. 'I guess your dad's just trying to protect you. Like, if I really were some kind of creep, I'd probably try to take advantage of you. And I'm sure it would probably tear him up inside if he let something like that happen to you.' Sophie rolls her eyes and then laughs. She's not a kid anymore, she can handle herself. 'No, definitely not a kid anymore' Blake says with another appreciative look up and down her body. 'But... well, I mean you are still a virgin. So it's not like you're all grown up either.'

Sophie looks a bit stung by the comment, and a bit embarrassed. It's not THAT big a deal, is it? 'Well,' Blake retorts, 'you're not exactly proving your dad wrong. He thinks you're still daddy's little girl, that you still need protecting... you're kind of reinforcing that by keeping yourself all innocent and precious in his eyes, aren't you?' Sophie doesn't have a good comeback to this. 'If you really wanted him to stop seeing you as his little princess,' Blake concludes, 'having sex would be a great way to start.' Sophie pouts - it's not exactly like she's been intentionally avoiding sex. The opportunity just hasn't come up.

'I mean... I guess I could fuck you,' Blake offers nonchalantly. Sophie is taken aback. Blake continues. 'I mean, it's not like I'm into you like that, but like I said before it's better to do it with someone you trust. Plus, better to learn how in advance, rather than embarrass yourself with someone you really like for your first time.' Sophie protests, she couldn't. It wouldn't be right. Especially after what just happened with her parents. Blake retorts - he thought they'd just agreed that they were going to keep things private between them from now on. How would her parents even find out? Sophie continues to resist, but Blake charms her further. Just a few hours ago she was saying she has a crush on him, now he's basically making her wishes come true and she's refusing? Slowly, he convinces her - all the while making it seem to her that it's what she wants, he's just doing her a favor.

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SHY TEEN WITH DARK DESIRE SEEKS OUT STRANGER TO CHOKE HER DURING SEX

In her bathtub at night, shy nerdy teen Lucy stares up at the ceiling, unmoving. The tap drips as the only indication of sound or movement. After several seconds, there is a light disturbance in the still bathwater, and then Lucy lets out a small gasp -- she's moved her hand to slip a finger into her pussy under the water. When her finger is all the way in, she pauses for a moment, then starts slowly moving it in and out to pleasure herself, her gasps becoming heavy and sensual -- several close-ups of her mouth and face, along with heightened sounds of inhaling and exhaling, draw heavy focus towards her breathing. After a half-minute or more, fully immersed in her fantasy, she inhales a single long drawnout breath through her teeth, as she slowly slips under the water, submersing herself. She stays under, and the water goes perfectly still.

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At her computer another morning, Lucy is in her pajamas typing up a college paper. She is stuck on a sentence, not sure what to write next. She breaths out a huge sigh of frustration, removes her glasses, and rubs her eyes wearily. Putting her glasses back on a little crooked, she tries to go back to writing... but a previously opened tab in the corner of her eye distracts her, and she clicks back onto it. We see on the screen that it's a site for breath play enthusiasts called 'Breathless'. Her breathing shallows, and she runs her fingers along where her neck meets the collar of her nightshirt as a nervous tic. She opens up a chat bar where she has a message already open and typed out, a message to another member. From the wording, it seems to be the last in a long line of messages between them. Towards the end of her message, she's suggesting that they meet up. Her face and body language shows she is still undecided as to whether to send it or not. Clearly anxious, and idly running her fingers along her chest and up and down her throat, Lucy deliberates for several seconds. Then, spontaneously she shoots her hand out to click send. She gets an alert that the message has been sent. She closes the laptop in panic, almost in fear of what she's just done... or perhaps what the response might be. She bites her thumb nervously and taps the laptop casing, before removing her glasses and flopping down on her bed. Her breathing is fast and nervous as she closes her eyes and lies there, eyes shut, until her breathing eventually calms itself.

CUT TO another evening, in the doorway of a house. Lucy walks through the door, followed by a strange man a couple of years older than her, Preston. He's holding keys and locks the door behind him -- this is his place, not hers. They are both visibly awkward around each other as they remove their shoes and he leads them up to his master bedroom. Once there, they sit side by side on the bed, at first making no move to close the gap between them. They talk about the breath-play site they met at, how long each of them has been a member, how they found out about it, etc. Lucy joined around when she turned 18. Preston reaffirms what was said in the chat, that Lucy has never done anything like it before. Neither has he. The closest he came was when he practiced choke grips on a first aid doll once when his dad brought one home from work, and it turned him on. He's immediately embarrassed from telling the story, but Lucy tells him she understands -- she has nobody she can talk to about her fetish either. It's tough for a guy to ask a girl to do that, Preston admits, it would make him look like a serious creep. He's always hoped some girl would ask him, but he knows it's a long shot. Lucy sympathizes - everyone assumes that because she's shy and nerdy that she's completely innocent. One time she asked her boyfriend to choke her, and he was a bit freaked out by the idea and she quickly told him never mind. For the next few days he acted weird around her, and then not long after he broke up with her. Ever since, she's been too shy to tell anybody she's been with, because she doesn't want boys to think she's some weird freak. Especially with how word spreads around college.

There's an awkward pause, and then Preston asks if she wants to start any specific way. Shyly, Lucy shakes her head no -- she never really pictured where to go from here, she never even thought she'd ever get this far. Preston says he's seen a few videos, it's given him a few ideas of what to do. Does she mind if he takes the lead? Lucy says it's fine, he can try whatever he wants, and that if it gets too intense she can tap on the bed with her hand. Preston agrees to this, and moves his hand up hesitantly towards her neck. He pauses, she nods, and he continues. He grabs her throat, and squeezes -- not too rough at first, but hard enough that she certainly feels it. As he grips her throat tightly, he moves in to kiss her, first up the side of her neck, her ear, the side of her cheek, then he turns her head towards his and kisses her mouth. He kisses passionately, albeit a bit awkwardly -- he moves as someone who is less suavely copying moves that he's seen elsewhere. Still, he remains in control throughout, and Lucy submits with a gasp each time he reasserts his dominance with a renewed grip on her throat.

Nominated - Best Art Direction, AVN 2020

FUTURE DARKLY - DON'T PANIC
COUPLE MUST TRADE SEX FOR SURVIVAL AFTER THE WORLD ENDS

SCENE opens on a couple, Jacob (Logan Pierce) and Katlyn (Elena Koshka), walking hand in hand down a modern city street. They've just left dinner, and, through their small talk, it is revealed that the pair recently moved in together. They come to a corner and pause to share a tender moment. While they kiss, a shower of satellites streaks the sky behind them before tumbling to earth and exploding. The couple barely has time to react before everything buzzes and fades to white.

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SIX WEEKS LATER

Katlyn slowly opens her eyes. She is huddled under a tarp and wearing the exact same outfit as before, except it is now filthy and soiled. Her once pretty hair is greasy and pulled back with string. Dirt streaks her face. As she pulls back the tarp, she realizes that her boyfriend Jacob is missing. The girl freaks out and jumps to her feet, looking for the wood plank she keeps by her side. As she grabs it, Jacob comes around the corner with a jug of water. He is also wearing the same outfit, caked with dirt and filth. He is unshaven and carrying a crude piece of metal. Katlyn rushes into his arms asking if he found food but her boyfriend urges her to be quiet. There is somebody up the road and he isn't sure if they're good or not. Katlyn starts to frantically gather their things. 'He might not be bad. He might know something, like the woman who drove us back in the beginning.' He continues. Katlyn asks him what he looks like. He looks pretty normal, Jacob replies. They decide to go approach him.

CUT to inside a derelict building. The couple approach the window and a man's shoulder steps into frame. He is the man Jacob saw earlier, another drifter. The couple wave their weapons above their arms and tell the man they mean no harm. They want to know if he has any information. The man hesitates before slowly sticking his head out of the door. 'You tell me first,' he says. The couple look at each other before Jacob replies that they heard it was an asteroid. Nothing works. No GPS, no internet, no electricity. The man pauses before replying 'I heard it was a nuclear attack, but I've only met 13 other people.' He pauses, before adding 'I also know where some water is.' Katlyn jumps in, demanding to know where. The man sticks his head out a little further and says he'll tell them but only if they give him some of their own water first. Jacob clutches the jug tightly. He weighs his options before Katlyn urges him to do it. Jacob agrees, and the man pulls out a dirty plastic container. Jacob fills it up and the man eagerly takes it, before telling them there is a well two miles up the road. He disappears inside, and the couple turn to keep walking.

CUT to the middle of nowhere. The couple walk through the blazing sun, with nothing in sight. Their jug is empty, and both are growing desperate. They argue about the water before coming upon a body lying in the road. Looking down on it, they root through the person's pockets but only find a dead phone.

Katlyn pleads that she is hungry, and Jacob tells her that water is more important. They need to keep walking. He tosses the phone in the dirt.

SMASH CUT to a gravel road, as the couple come up a large empty house. 'It's probably been raided already,' Jacob says but Katlyn urges them to check. They go to the front door and enter.

CUT to inside the house. It is still. There are no lights on, except for the natural light streaming in. Jacob tells Katlyn to wait while he checks the rest of the house. While she stands alone nervously, she starts to look around. A coffee cup rests on the table. It is moldy inside. She spots a pencil and snatches it up, stuffing it in her pockets. Then she sees something that shocks her: a flickering light coming from behind a closed door. She screams out to Jacob, who rushes back in.

'The whole house has been stripped,' he says. 'Like I told you.' Katlyn points to the light. The couple stare in shock. They haven't seen a single light on since it happened. Guarding his girlfriend, Jacob slowly opens the door to reveal a library with several oil lamps burning. In the middle of the floor, is a pile of tuna cans.

The couple's eyes go wide, and they pounce on them. This is more food than they've had in weeks. They try to chew them open and bang them against the floor and with books to open them. Katlyn even tries to use the pencil she found in desperation. Nothing. They collapse in frustration as a rifle barrel slowly slides out from behind a curtain in the corner of a room. A man, dressed in clean tactical clothes and greased back hair steps out. He tells them to freeze.

Jacob shields his girlfriend and begs the man to put his gun down. They are not bad people, they are just passing through. The man asks them what they know. Nervously, they reply that it might be an asteroid or a nuclear attack. There is no GPS, internet or electricity and there is supposed to be water near here. They think it's been 2 or 3 months, but they aren't sure. The man studies them before slowly putting the gun down. 'There's a well at the end of my property,' he replies. Jacob asks if they would be allowed to fill up their jug. The man smiles and sits down. 'I believe it was Kessler Syndrome,' he says matter-of-factly. Katlyn asks if he is a doctor. 'I was a high school science teacher,' he replies. There is an awkward silence, as the couple stray towards the door. 'It was a theory proposed in the seventies by NASA,' he continues. 'The idea that if enough space objects were to collide, the debris they would cause would litter our atmosphere with so much junk that all the satellites would come crashing down.' Katlyn asks her boyfriend if that is true. He shrugs his shoulders. 'No telecommunications, no electrical grids, no laws.' The man adds, laughing to himself. Jacob asks again if they can use his well. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can opener. 'How about you help yourself to these cans, as well?' Katlyn freaks out and reaches for the opener, when the man pulls his hand away. 'I'll give this to you if you let me fuck your pussy!' He says, putting the opener back in his pocket. Jacob lunges at him but the man picks up his gun. 'I will defend myself,' he threatens. Jacob tells him that his girlfriend is not for sale. 'It's a trade,' he says calmly. 'Just a few minutes in exchange for a whole week's worth of food.' Jacob stares down at the food. 'I haven't been with a woman in a long time, I'm sure you can understand my position.' The man argues. He stares lustfully at Katlyn. Jacob turns and starts to debate doing it with his girlfriend. She is stunned at his attitude. How could he even be contemplating this idea? He tells her to not panic. Just calm down and listen ... food is getting harder to find. He's going to give them water too. Life isn't like it used to be. Katlyn slaps her boyfriend. He pleads with her to think about them both, not just herself. She can close her eyes. She can get through it. As he speaks, Katlyn gradually realizes that her boyfriend is right. They need the food. Old rules don't apply. She must do it. 'If you give my boyfriend the cans and the opener first, then I'll do it,' she negotiates. 'He won't leave without me.'

The man smiles. He tells her to strip while he carries the gun back to his curtain and tucks it out of view. He pulls out a single wet wipe. 'Clean yourself down there first,' he says. Katlyn nervously wipes her vagina while he inspects her. 'Wait outside,' he orders Jacob. Jacob looks guilt-ridden at his girlfriend before she tells him to go. She will be out soon. He stuffs the cans into their tarp and leaves, closing the door. Katlyn turns back to the man, tells him she is ready and then starts sucking his dick.

SWAPPING DAUGHTERS
PARENTS USE EXCHANGE PROGRAM TO SWAP DAUGHTERS AND START FAKE FAMILY

SCENE opens on a family of three, Mr. and Mrs. Valentine (Dale and Gina) and their daughter Becky, in the driveway of their house. To their side a parked ride-share car and its driver wait with the trunk open. The family is going over the final preparations for their daughter's trip. The daughter is dressed to travel, with two suitcases and some travel bags at her feet, and is loading them into the trunk of the car all the while being fussed over by her attentive parents who are insistent on making sure she's prepared. While the father lectures her on travel safety tips, the mother sporadically asks about whether she's remembered to pack this or that. Even after all the bags are packed and the trunk door closed, the chatter continues until the daughter insists that she's going to miss her flight if she doesn't leave soon, and her parents begrudgingly stop fussing over her and let her get moving. 'But not until we get one last hug as a family,' the father insists, and the daughter happily obliges. She's going to miss them over the next two months, she says as she hugs them tight, but she hopes they have a good time with the new exchange student. The couple exchange a knowing glance, unseen by their daughter, and say they're sure they will. The daughter says her final goodbyes, and hops into the passenger seat of the car. She waves to her parents through the window, and they back to her, as the car starts to pull away. 'It's really happening,' the father says discreetly to his wife as he waves, 'it still doesn't feel real.' 'I know,' the mother agrees, and wistfully asks her husband, '...do you think she'll be okay?' The father puts his other hand on his wife's back and rubs it reassuringly. 'We can't think about that now,' he says as he continues to wave, 'what's done is done. She's not our problem to worry about anymore.' With the car turning out of sight, he drops his waving hand and turns to his wife, clasping her hands. 'Now come on, we have a lot to do before our new daughter gets here.' As he says the words 'new daughter', they both look at each other with nervous excitement, the expression of two people about to do something they've never done before but are clearly looking forward to. They turn to head back to the front door together, holding each other at the waist with an excited spring in their step.

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The couple emerges on the inside of their house from the front door, but it's clearly a different day and they are neither alone nor empty-handed. They are helping an 18-year-old girl Cassie with her many travel bags and suitcases, and all three are chattering excitedly - about how she's going to love it in the States, about how she loves warm weather and they get so much less of it in Canada, about what food she can't wait to try, etc. When all the bags are finally inside and the front door closed, Mr. Valentine shrugs and gestures around himself a bit awkwardly. 'Well Cassie, welcome to your new home!' he gushes. 'Yeah! Well, for the next two months, that is,' Cassie says excitedly, as the Valentines exchange another knowing look between each other

The Valentines seem nervously eager to impress Cassie, the same way a goofy teen boy might try to win over his date's dad. They tell her about all the amenities of the house, explain to her their ground rules (they insist there aren't very many - they try to be 'cool' parents, after all), and mention that they like Swapping daughters Parents Use Exchange Program To Swap Daughters And Start Fake Family to leave plenty of time for family activities and bonding, and they hope she feels welcome to join them. Throughout, Cassie is endeared by their well-meaning attitude. The whole arrangement seems like a dream come true! She can't wait to go see her room and unpack - Mrs. Valentine helps her with her bags up the stairs, while Mr. Valentine calls out that dinner's at six and he hopes she likes hamburgers!

CUT to a few days later, Cassie is in a chipper mood as she emerges downstairs to find Mr. and Mrs. Valentine in the living room. They are in their pajamas and sipping coffee when she arrives, with Mrs. Valentine reading a book while Mr. Valentine is on his laptop. 'Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Valentine!' Cassie exclaims. 'Nuh uh uh!' Mrs. Valentine says sweetly, 'What did we say about that 'Mr. and Mrs. Valentine' stuff?' Cassie giggles and rolls her eyes - she knows they said she can call them mom and dad while she's staying here, it just feels a little weird. But she's warming up to the idea.

The Valentines inquire about Cassie's plans for the day, and gush when she says she's meeting some friends at the mall - they're so proud that she's managed to make friends in so little time here, but of course who wouldn't love to spend time with a girl as sweet as Cassie. She should feel welcome to invite them over to the house at any time, any friend of Cassie's is a friend of theirs! Cassie blushes at all the attention. She excuses herself and is about to leave for the mall when she remembers to ask - 'Oh, by the way, has the internet been down or anything the past couple of days?' No, they answer, not that they know of, anyway - why? Cassie remarks, a bit let down, that her parents promised they'd call and she hasn't heard from them once since she got here. The Valentines try to console her - they're sure she'll hear from them soon, they're probably just busy. Parents are supposed to worry about their kids, not the other way around, she should forget about it for now and just enjoy her trip. They manage to cheer Cassie back up by insisting it's probably nothing. She thanks them, about to call them Mr. and Mrs. Valentine again, and stops herself. 'I mean, mom and dad,' she grins and says cheekily, and they look positively delighted to hear the words. In good spirits, she leaves for the mall.

Once she's gone, Gina turns to Dale and says that they'll have to tell her soon. Dale nods but says he thinks they should still wait a couple more days. They'll have to find the right time. Gina says she thinks she's going to fix herself a snack and gets up off the couch, does Dale want one? Dale says absolutely. Gina leaves the room, and Dale continues working on his computer. Suddenly he gets an incoming Skype call on his laptop - we can see it's from their daughter, Becky. Dale makes a pained face, sighs, and then moves his mouse over the red button to not accept the incoming call and clicks, ending the ringing. He looks down and sees that now the icon appears that shows she's typing something. A message flashes on the screen, which reads: 'Mom, dad, please pick up!!! These people are crazy, they keep saying you made some kind of weird deal with them'. Then another message flashes, 'PLEASE, answer me, I wanna come home, these people are sick!!!' Dale sighs, and then starts moving his mouse. A third message flashes, 'PLEASE, I can see you're online, PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!!' Dale right-clicks on the name and selects to block contact. The message appears, are you sure you want to block this contact? Dale selects Block and then closes his laptop with a sigh.

CUT to two days later, in the late evening. Cassie and the Valentines are playing a family/party game on their phones together in the living room. It's clear they're all having a great time together. After the round, Cassie yawns and puts her phone on the coffee table. She remarks that it's getting late, and she was planning on meeting her friends early tomorrow so she thinks she'll head to bed early. 'Actually,' the Valentines say as they look at each other then back to Cassie, 'before you go, there's something we need to talk to you about.' They pat the seat in between them as a gesture for Cassie to come sit next to them both. Cassie looks taken aback but acquiesces. Once seated, the Valentines try to ease in to the topic - they've so enjoyed having her here, they all get along so well, it's been the best weeks of their life... Cassie looks confused and upset, they're talking like they're about to kick her out - did she do something wrong? Nervously they try to calm her down, no, in fact it's the opposite, they want to offer her a permanent home here, as her new parents. Cassie looks relieved, and says that she's loved being here too, but she of course can't accept their offer - she has a life back in Canada, friends, a home and a family. Mrs. Valentine takes a breath and explains that actually, she doesn't. Cassie looks confused, and Mr. Valentine steps in to explain that Cassie's parents made a deal with them to give Cassie to them. 'Cassie, sweetie... they don't want you anymore.'

Still seated, Cassie looks shocked and upset - what is he talking about? What does he mean a deal? The Valentines explain to her that Dale has certain... needs... needs he couldn't get from his home life with Gina and their daughter Becky. But Gina wanted to help, so together they searched the internet and discovered a small group of like-minded fathers with similar problems. That's how they met Cassie's parents, and together they came up with a solution to help both families. They made a deal to swap their daughters. The two families convinced their daughters to sign up for a cultural exchange program so they could ease them into the idea of a new family after the swap had already happened. That way there would be no turning back.

None of this is making sense to Cassie, who shakes her head hurt and confused. What does 'swapping' their daughters help? What needs are they talking about? Gina explains that Dale was feeling unnatural urges towards their daughter Becky. Urges he knew was wrong. He knew he couldn't act on those urges, but the temptation was too strong. It was actually Cassie's dad's idea, for them to swap daughters so they could each start a new 'family', a perfect family like the one they always wanted. A family they could fuck.

Cassie gets up from the couch, disgusted. What kind of fucked up plan is that? This whole thing is sick, they're both sick! Mrs. Valentine looks distraught, and Mr. Valentine speaks out uncharacteristically angry in defense of his wife. 'Now stop that, Cassie, look how upset you're making your mother.'

'She's not my mother!' Cassie shrieks. 'And you're not my father! And you're not going to FUCK me, you disgusting creeps! I'm getting my stuff and I'm getting out of here and going HOME!' But the Valentines try to reason with her - she doesn't have a home to go back to. Her old family gave her up, they don't want her anymore. And because she's over 18, they don't legally have to take her back in. He and Gina are the only family she's got now, so she can either agree to their terms or try her luck on the streets. Defiantly, Cassie pouts that she wants to call home. Mr. Valentine sighs defeatedly - they won't want to talk to her. But Cassie insists. Mr. Valentine hands her her phone from the coffee table and Cassie rapidly types in a number and dials. After a couple of rings, a grown man's voice answers. 'Dad,' Cassie starts, 'Dad it's me, I-' but the voice cuts her off. 'Who is this?' Cassie tries to tell the voice that it's her, it's Cassie, but the voice nervously says he doesn't know a Cassie, clearly lying. She tries one more time but he cuts her off saying 'L-look... whoever you are, I don't want you bothering my family, we're very happy together. Just... don't call here again.' Cassie tries to say something more but the man hangs up.

Cassie is unable to move, stunned into silence clutching the phone to her ear. After a few seconds, her arm falls to her side, still clutching the phone loosely. Dale slowly gets up from the couch and gently takes the phone out of her hand, putting it back on the coffee table. 'See Cassie?' he says sympathetically but with an I-Told-You-So vibe. 'Those people aren't your family anymore. We are. And we care about you.' Cassie looks at him bitterly - 'you just want to fuck me', she says through gritted teeth. Dale looks hurt, that's not true. He wants to love her, to be a family to her. He just wants them to be a closer family than most. Gina points out that it took her some time to understand it too, but she's come to accept it. She thinks Cassie could too.

There is a look of defeat on Cassie's face - she doesn't want to be homeless, she says. She wants to stay. The Valentines look relieved, and say of course she can stay. She's their daughter. They'll take great care of her. As long as she understands that means they get to fuck her too. 'Yes,' Cassie says defeated. 'Yes, what?' Mr. Valentine says coachingly. 'Yes... daddy,' Cassie says obediently. Good, Mr. Valentine says with satisfaction. Of course, they still have to deal with the whole business of Cassie's little tantrum. Good girls obey their parents, and if Cassie is going to be their daughter she has to learn to obey. He tells Cassie to pull her pants down and bend over his knee to get punished. '...yes, daddy,' Cassie says obligingly as she timidly strips out of her pants and walks over to assume the position.

MIXED SIGNALS
Slutty Sister takes pity and fucks her nerdy new step-brother

SCENE OPENS as a beautiful woman named Josie steps out of her car. She looks around, breathing in the fresh air and smiling, happy to finally be home after such a long drive. She pops the trunk and takes out some luggage, pausing cautiously before walking back to the passenger door. She raps on the window and it slowly rolls down to reveal an uncomfortable looking young man sitting inside. Josie has driven her 22-year-old son, Aaron, home from college for the summer. It will be the first time that Aaron has visited his mom at her new house ... and with her new family. The woman recently re-married a man with a 19-year-old daughter who still lives at home. Aaron never grew up with any siblings and has certainly never spent any time with teenage girls. He is still a virgin. A very awkward virgin. His mom asks if he is ready to come inside. Aaron looks pensive. She assures him that no is going to bite. It means a lot to her that he's agreed to spend the summer getting to know everyone. Aaron asks if he can just go to his room. Slightly frustrated, Josie opens the door and pulls her son to his feet. 'Aaron,' she says. 'Now, I'm your mother and I love you. Today is a big deal for me. Will you please just play along?' Aaron takes a deep breath and says OK. Josie smiles and gives him a big hug.

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Aaron sits rigidly on the couch while Josie talks in the background, showing her son her husband's art collection and bragging about his sophisticated tastes. That's one advantage of him travelling so much for his work, she says. It feels like she gets to live in a museum. Way nicer than Aaron's deadbeat father! Suddenly, the back door opens and Alexis bursts in the house. Bright eyed and perky, the scantily-dressed step-sister runs over to Josie and gives her a big bear hug before turning her eyes to Aaron. Aaron takes one look at her and flushes red. 'Is that my new big brother,' she says flirtatiously. 'Mom, you didn't tell me your son was so adorable?!' She slides in beside Aaron and straddles him to give him a hug. Aaron doesn't know where to put his hands. She giggles and slides off, introducing herself and welcoming him to the family. 'Sorry, I can come off as a little hyper!' She apologizes. 'I'm just so happy to finally meet you!' She kisses his cheek and tells Josie that she'll be in her room before running out. Josie smiles. Alexis is a sweet girl, she says as she gets back to her tour. Aaron covers the bulge in his trousers.

A FEW DAYS LATER. Aaron is sitting on the patio reading when Alexis returns from a jog. She is wearing nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts. Saying hi, she asks if it's ok if she stretches on the patio beside him and, not knowing what to do, he says sure. While she bends over, Aaron can't help but stare. She has a perfect body. She asks him how old he is. He says 22. She asks him why he reads all the time. He tells her he is preparing for post-graduate school in the fall. She tells him she just turned 19 but has no idea what she wants to do with her life. Their small talk fizzles into awkward silence while Aaron keeps staring. At a certain point, Alexis looks in between her legs and catches him. She smirks. This causes him to blush again and retreat to his book. 'You don't get out a lot, do you?' She says, coyly. Aaron mutters something about being busy. 'Well, you and I should go see a movie, sometime!' She responds and heads inside. Once alone, Aaron can't help but smile.

A FEW DAYS LATER. Aaron is walking down the hall when he overhears Alexis in the bathroom. Through a crack in the door, he can see his step-sister showing off her naked body in front of the mirror and talking to herself. 'I don't know how to tell you this,' she says to her reflection, clearing practicing a speech for someone else. 'But my pussy has been wet from the second I first saw you. I can't control myself any longer. I need you to fuck me tonight!' Aaron clasps his hand over his mouth and quickly leaves the hall.

CUT to Aaron's room. He is jerking off at the edge of his bed next to a framed family photo of Alexis when Josie knocks on his door. Panicking, he hides the photo under his pillow and covers up. When Josie comes in the room, she can tell her son is anxious about something. She asks if he wants to talk. It's been a couple weeks now, since he arrived, and things seem to be going well. But, she knows how uncomfortable he can be in new situations. Aaron decides to ask his mother for advice about Alexis, but he knows he can't tell the truth about what's been going on. So, he lies. He tells her that he has met someone online. A beautiful, young woman who has made serious advances on him. She's flirtatious and even asked him to go out on a date. He really likes her but doesn't know how to take things to the next level. Josie seems extremely relieved to hear that her son has a love interest. It's the first time he's ever admitted to anything like this. She tells him to pursue the girl right away and to do it with confidence. BE A MAN ABOUT IT! Be forward and assertive ... women like that. Even if he needs to be a little aggressive, women like that too. The most important thing to do is act quickly, before she finds someone else. Aaron thanks his mother and she kisses him on the forehead. When she leaves, he slowly pulls out the photo hiding under his pillow and stares at it.

CUT to that night. Alexis and Aaron are sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Josie comes in to tell them that she is going out for the evening. Alexis says bye, as Aaron sits twitching. Josie hugs them both and gives Aaron an extra squeeze, whispering in his ear to remember that he is a man. Aaron shrugs her off nervously. When mom leaves, there is a long pause as Aaron stares at his step-sister. In a dirty POV, we see him study her as she innocently watches TV. 'Alexis,' he says. 'Can we go to my room for a moment? There is something I want to show you.' She smiles and, jumping up off the couch, says sure. They walk back to his bedroom and he lets her in first, closing the door.

'So, what is it that you need to show me?' she says, spinning around the room. Aaron takes a deep breath and throws his step-sister down on the bed, pinning himself above her. He tries to aggressively kiss her, but she pushes him off. Freaked out and angry, she demands to know what the hell he is doing. Aaron sputters in his own defense, accusing Alexis of leading him on. That's what she's been doing for weeks now. Touching him, wearing hardly anything around the house. Hell, he even heard what she said about him in the bathroom. Alexis stops and looks at him. 'Were you spying on me?' She asks. Aaron doesn't know how to defend himself. Alexis laughs. 'If you're talking about the day when I was in the bathroom WITH THE DOOR CLOSED,' she curtly tells him. 'I was talking about a guy that I'm fucking. I was not talking about you ... you're my step-brother!' In panic mode, Aaron asks Alexis to leave. But, she keeps going ... laughing at her brother for thinking she was actually hitting on him. What is wrong with him? Is he a pervert? Aaron tells her to stop. It was a mistake. She should leave. Alexis notices the photo of herself tucked under Aaron's pillow. A wad of tissue papers sit on the bedside. 'Gross!' she exclaims, going over and picking it up. 'You've actually been stoking it to my photo?!' Aaron runs over and rips the photo from her hand. 'I was just trying to be confident!' He yells back. 'If you hadn't been such a slut around the house, I never would have got this idea in my head.' The step-siblings stand inches from each other, seething, when Alexis looks down at Aaron's visible erection. 'And ... you're actually hard right now!' She says laughing. 'Did you honestly think this would work?' Aaron sits down on the bed, defeated. Alexis laughs in his face ... before feeling sorry for her brother.

She sits down beside him. 'Hey,' she says, trying to be nice. 'I don't know who told you to act like that with girls ... but it's never going to work.' Aaron stares at the floor, saying nothing. Alexis stares at his cock and gets an idea in her head. 'Are you a virgin, Aaron?' She asks. He puts his head in his hands. She lets out a sigh and starts to undo his pants. 'What ... are you ...doing?' He stammers. She gets down on her knees. 'Look, I feel bad about making fun of you!' She says. 'You obviously just don't know what you're doing. And, while it's gross that you're like my brother, I suppose I could help you out. But, we're not dating, ok?' Aaron's eyes go wide. 'You mean, you're going to have sex me?' He asks. 'Yes,' she says. 'But, remember, it's a pity fuck and I don't want you cumming inside of me. We have protection!' BG Sex Scene. The sex scene plays out like a typical first-time sexual experience for Aaron, who tries his best not to cum with every new move that Alexis makes. At a certain point, Alexis stops the sex and asks if Aaron just came inside of her. He says no and so she keeps going, enjoying the control she has over her nerdy step-brother. She tells him what to do all during the sex, including when to pull out and cum on her stomach. He does obediently.

After they've finished, Alexis uses some tissues to wipe herself off before hurriedly putting her clothes back. 'Come on,' she tells Aaron. 'I don't want any of your cum in me. Let's go back to watching TV before mom gets home. And don't you fucking tell anybody about this!' She runs out, leaving Aaron alone. He slides his boxers on in a daze before collapsing back on the bed ... ecstatic.

SIX WEEKS LATER. Aaron is studying in his bedroom when Alexis barges into the room, yelling his name. 'What is it? What's wrong?' he asks. Furious, she holds up a pregnancy test. 'This!' She yells.

THE ANAL VIRGIN
INNOCENT TEEN OBSESSED WITH HAVING ANAL SEX WITH STEP-BROTHER

SCENE opens early one morning. Jennifer, an 18-year-old girl, slowly wakes up to the sound of slapping coming from down the hall. Confused, she gets out of bed and goes to her doorway. Her step-brother, Jason's room is on the other end of the hall and his door is ajar. The sounds are coming from inside. Nervously, she tip-toes over and peeks inside, seeing her brother, sitting on his bed, with his back to the door, and his laptop open. He is watching a hardcore anal sex movie and feverishly masturbating. Jennifer doesn't know what to do. She watches transfixed as he pumps his cock and dirty talks to the movie, saying how much he likes and wants to fuck anal virgins. Embarrassed, Jennifer slips back to her room and gets into bed. She doesn't know how to feel. She crawls under her covers and lays there in silence, biting her lip. Her thighs squeeze together, and, in an under the cover shot, we see her slide her hand between them and start to touch herself.

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Jennifer walks home from school, staring wide-eyed into space. She can't stop thinking about what she saw. She walks up her driveway briskly, enters the house, goes straight to her room, locks her door, and starts masturbating again. This time, she positions herself by a mirror, so she can get down on all fours and see how her asshole reacts when she touches herself.

Cut to several days later. Jennifer has snuck into Jason's room to watch the same movie she caught him with. She stares transfixed at the girls in the movie being plowed from behind. You can see how turned on she is getting.

Cut to several days later. Jennifer is masturbating again. She keeps hearing her brother's dirty talk as she rubs her pussy and starts touching her asshole too. It's so tight. She needs something to loosen it up. She pauses and goes over to her dresser where she examines a few different bottles before settling on a tub of petroleum jelly. This should work. She goes back to bed and uses the jelly to slowly get up to two fingers inside her ass. As she works herself up, she begins to repeat the same dirty talk she heard her brother saying ... except, in her version, she is the anal virgin that he desires. She fingers herself (first her butt and then both holes) until she cums down her legs.

That night, Jason comes home from a class he's been taking at the community college. He walks right past where his sister is sitting in the living room, ignoring her as usual. The step-siblings have never had a very close relationship. Jennifer hears him go into his room, put down his things, and start the shower. Their parents are out for the evening and she knows that tonight is her only chance to make something happen. She sneaks to his room, strips out of her clothes and gets onto his bed, her ass arched out in the direction of his bathroom. She hears the shower stop and closes her eyes nervously.

Jason walks out of his bathroom in a towel and is horrified to see his younger step-sister in such a compromising position on his bed. 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!' He yells, trying to cover her up. Not knowing exactly how to react, Jennifer tries to repeat some of the dialogue she heard the girls saying in the porno movie. Her brother is grossed out and tells her to stop, asking where she heard shit like that. She's only 18-years-old. They're family! This is inappropriate! Jennifer sits on her butt and confesses that she saw him masturbating the other morning. She saw what he was watching. Jason is offended that he spied on her. He is a grown man. He's allowed to watch porn. She tells him that she can't stop thinking about what she saw. Awkwardly, Jason explains to her that it was just a movie. He sits down beside her, trying to act like a good older brother. 'Guys watch porn because it's a fantasy ... it's not real. It's just meant to help you get off,' he says, trying to comfort her. 'You shouldn't think too much about it or be offended.' She stares down at the bulge in his towel. 'I saw how big your dick was,' she whispers, looking back up at him with doe eyes. He awkwardly covers himself and gets back off the bed. 'That's gross,' he tells her. 'I don't want to hear you talking about my dick. You're my step-sister!' She keeps pushing, telling him about all the things she's been doing the last few days since she caught him. She tells him that she masturbated at school, at home, that she worked up to two fingers in her ass, and that she has been stretching herself out. 'That's what you're supposed to do, right?' She asks. 'Stretch yourself out for a big cock to fill you up?' Jason turns away, adjusting himself. He tries to hide the erection forming and she can see he is getting excited. She crawls over to him on the bed and begs to become his anal virgin. She knows that this is his ultimate fantasy, based on everything she heard him say. He tries to get her to stop talking like that, but she is persistent, reiterating that no one has ever fucked her ass before and that she wants him to take her anal virginity. Finally, it gets to a point where Jason can't handle it anymore and he gives in, throwing her down on all fours, licking her asshole till it is wet, and then shoving his dick inside of her. BGA Sex Scene. At first, Jennifer reacts realistically to it being her first time, with a mix of pain and pleasure, but eagerly encourages her step-brother to keep going. He ends up pulling out and cumming on her ass.

After they are done, the mood dramatically changes in the room. Reality has hit. Jason nervously tries to clean his sister up and make her swear not to tell anyone. He feels very guilty and worried about their parents. They really shouldn't have done that. It's pretty gross, if you think about it. Jennifer assures him that she won't tell anyone, slowly deflated by the realization that her step-brother feels more regret than satisfaction after fucking her. He tells her to get out of his room, so he can clean himself up. She probably should too. She smells like ass. Man, this was such a stupid thing for them to do. With an awkward look on her face, she limps out of the room and slams the door.

The CONSULTATION
18-YEAR-OLD WITH LOW SELF-ESTEEM TRICKED INTO SEX BY PLASTIC SURGEON

SCENE OPENS as a homeowner opens their front door to greet Patricia, a teenage girl with big glasses and low self-esteem. Dressed in a frumpy pencil skirt and blouse and speaking no louder than a mouse, she is trying to sell knives door-to-door as a part-time job. While most girls are getting ready for college, Patricia is desperate to save enough money to cure her of all the torment she endured in high school. Teasing, bullying, being called flat and ugly her whole life. The homeowner tells her he isn't interested and shuts the door. CUT to another door being opened and Patricia repeating her sales pitch. They are also not interested. CUT to a third door opening just as Patricia drops open her knife case and gives her best attempt about being outgoing. This time, the homeowner asks if she offers free sharpening and, looking defeated, she says yes and steps inside.

CUT to Patricia tossing the knife case in the trunk and getting into her car. It's been another unsuccessful day and she is frustrated. Just as she is about to start the engine, her phone rings. It is the office of a well-respected plastic surgeon, Dr. Swell, who she's been trying to book a consultation with for months. Surely, all her savings can afford at least one procedure to help her before she starts at jer new school. Eagerly, she speaks to the female receptionist on the other end of the line. The receptionist asks her if she is over eighteen because, those seeking surgery under age, require their parent's consent. Patricia confirms that she is eighteen and a full-fledged adult, able to make her own decisions without her parents. She even sent the doctor some photos of herself along with her application, to show him the seriousness of her situation. The receptionist takes a long pause ... long enough for the awkward Patricia to check the line. 'Are you still there?' She asks desperately. The receptionist replies that the doctor would be willing to see her today if she is available. He is working out of his private residence. She will text her the address. Patricia, elated, gets off the phone and has a private moment of excitement before driving off.

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The gate opens, and Patricia drives up the path to a beautifully appointed mansion. She has never seen a house so nice. A gardener, working out front, advises her when she approaches to wait in the gazebo. Dr. Swell greets all his patients in the gazebo. Eagerly, she nods, and he lets her into the back before turning back to his gardening with a slight smile. Patricia walks through the backyard pool area astounded. It is so beautiful. She walks to a fountain at the edge of the property and looks out over the city below. She takes her glasses off and closes her eyes, taking in the breeze. Dr. Swell, dressed smartly in a black suit with his doctor's coat, approaches her from behind. 'It's hard to see when you're eyes are closed,' he says coldly. Patricia spins around, surprised, and scrambles to put her glasses back on. She apologizes for not waiting in the gazebo as instructed but the stern doctor brushes it off, taking her hand and giving her a look over. She squirms as he studies her face and body. 'I see...' He says slowly and without compassion. 'Well, let's go inside and we can begin your consultation.' Patricia is very shy and uncomfortable but knows she must be brave and do what is needed to get her surgery approved.

Inside the house, Dr. Swell takes the girl up to his master suite, where he has an exam table set up opposite his bed, complete with caddy and supplies. Patricia finds this very unusual but goes along with it. After all, he is a respected doctor. He invites her to sit on the bed while he picks up a notepad and pulls over his medical stool to sit across from her.

He confirms her age again. She tells him 18. He asks her birthdate. She says January 15, 2000. He makes a comment about millennials and asks whether her parents (or anyone else) knows that she is here for a consultation today. She tells him no, her parents don't know, they wouldn't understand, and she doesn't exactly have any friends to tell. Dr. Swell senses the girl's low-self-esteem and continues. He asks her to describe in detail what she is looking for in terms of a procedure. Patricia nervously tells him that she has always been teased for her smaller breasts. Kids used to call her Flatty Patty. She's never had a boy even look at her. No dates, no first loves, no anything. Before she goes to college, she needs to start over -- to have big boobs like all the popular girls. Whatever it takes to turn her into someone else. Dr. Swell takes down notes as he looks the girl over. She shrinks back in shyness at his cold stare. 'There are several factors that are important in deciding when and for whom surgery is appropriate,' he says in a steady monotone. 'Your ability to understand the procedure itself, knowing that your desire for surgery comes from an appropriate place, and that your expectations are realistic.' He puts his notepad down and leans in. 'If you just have low self-esteem and no friends, Patricia, cosmetic surgery may not be the right answer for you. Rather, I would recommend counseling.'

Patricia leaps off the bed in desperation, pleading with the doctor to take her seriously. This isn't something she just thought of. She has been planning and saving up for it ever since freshman year. College will finally be her chance to truly be herself. She needs this surgery! Dr. Swell allows her to vent for a moment before calming her down. 'It's alright, Patricia,' he says. 'Don't get me wrong, if a young woman has realistic expectations and the right head on her shoulders, surgery can be a great option. I wasn't saying no ... I just need to know all these things to make the right consultation. Now, let's take a look at these breasts, shall we?'

Dr. Swell guides Patricia to his exam table and asks her to remove her top. She nervously undoes her blouse. The Doctor examines her supple young breasts, asking for permission to remove her bra. Nervously, she asks if its necessary and the Doctor assures her it's the only way he can truly assess her situation. She says OK and he undoes her strap with one finger, releasing the girl's bare chest. As he cups and squeezes her, he explains that the most common reason teenage girls undergo cosmetic procedures is to treat breast maldevelopment. Sometimes this can include deformities or severe underdevelopment of the breasts and nipples. He pinches her nipples to see if they grow erect and Patricia closes her eyes in embarrassment. 'Am I deformed?' She asks nervously. Dr. Swell assures her that she is perfectly normal, just slightly under average. 'Your breasts look and feel like a perfectly normal teenage girl,' he says, sitting back on his stool. 'I can't really see any medical reason for greenlighting the procedure.' Patricia puts her head in her hands and starts to cry. She pleads with the Doctor to consider approving her anyway, just to make them big enough, so she doesn't feel so ashamed anymore. She wants to feel confident enough to go out on a date for the first time in her life. Dr. Swell stares at her, without feeling, as she sobs on his table.

'You are a virgin, correct?' He says matter-of-factly, after a long pause. Patricia stops crying and looks at him, drying her eyes. She says yes. 'Has a man ever looked at your vagina before?' He asks. Patricia covers herself again and shakes her head in shame. Dr. Swell pulls his medical stool back over to her. 'In that case, I would be much more concerned about a labiaplasty, if I were you.' He says, starting to put on some gloves from his supply caddy. She asks him what that is. He asks her to remove her skirt and panties and lie down on the table. He can perform a quick physical, if she's interested to know more about it. Patricia hesitates for a moment before slowly slipping off her clothes and doing as the doctor instructed. He spreads her legs and takes in her virgin pussy for the first time. 'Labiaplasty,' he begins, touching her, 'is plastic surgery for the lips surrounding your vagina. This can be performed at the same time as a vaginoplasty, to ensure that your labia are symmetrical and appealing to the eye.' He slowly slips off his glove and asks to enter her body, to check how tight she is. Patricia nervously agrees, asking him why that's necessary. As he fingers her, Dr. Swell informs her that the kind of vagina that most men find desirable is one that is snug and well lubricated. Women who are candidates for this type of procedure are those who are slack or loose ... and it can even happen to virgins if they leave their vaginas untreated for too long. If the hymen is not broken by a certain age, it is unlikely to even be penetrated or for the woman to enjoy a normal sex life. Patricia looks horrified. She asks him what he sees. Dr. Swell spends a long time silently digging up inside of Patricia, putting up to 3 fingers in her pussy, and even discreetly licking her juices on his finger, before pulling out and wiping his hands. He lords over the vulnerable girl and presents his findings. If she wants her breast augmentation done ahead of the new school year, she should strongly consider having the vaginal procedures done as well. Otherwise, it won't be worth her investment. She will look exactly the way she wants ... but she won't be able to enjoy it. He turns away from her, to write down his recommendation on his notepad, while she crawls off the table and sits back on the bed. There is another long silence.

'How much will that all cost?' She asks, sheepishly. Dr. Swell hands her a quote from his notepad. Patricia's face falls. 'I only saved up enough for the breast implants,' she says, starting to tear up again. 'I can't afford this!' Dr. Swell takes off his medical coat and sits down beside her. He starts to untie his shoes while she stares at him, through wet eyes. 'There are certain alternatives we can explore,' he says as he slips the final shoe off. She asks him what, reiterating how desperate she is to get it all done before school. 'If I break your hymen today,' he continues. 'Then you won't have to worry about the one procedure. And I can offer you a bundle package on the other two, to fit within your original budget.' Patricia smiles. 'Really, you can do that here?' she asks. The Doctor asks her to lie down on his bed. He can do it here so long as it is quick, and she remains discreet. He isn't supposed to do this outside of the office ... but he understands the severity of her situation and how desperate she is. She profusely thanks him, and does exactly as she is instructed. Even though it seems very strange that her surgeon is undressing himself and mounting her, he assures her it a safe and non-intrusive way to achieve the same result as a vaginoplasty. He coldly takes Patricia's virginity and she reacts realistically to the first-time sexual experience. BG with pull out and cum on stomach.

After he is finished, the doctor quickly cleans himself up and encourages Patricia to get dressed. She asks him if it went well and he tells her she will be perfectly ready to move on to the next procedures. He will have his receptionist follow up with her to schedule the appointment. She goes to take his quote and put it in her pocket when, noticing it, he quickly snatches it back. 'I'll have a new one made for you,' he says. 'On official letterhead.' They exit his room together.

In a final shot, he opens his front door and she walks out, limping and bow-legged from her first sexual experience. 'Thank you Doctor,' she says smiling. 'You're welcome, now get some rest.' He says, closing the door. He leans against the door, an evil smirk crossing his face, the first real time he has shown any emotion. It's always the 18-year-olds. They don't require their parents anymore ... but they really should.

The Intervention
CONSERVATIVE MOTHER CONVINCES BOYFRIEND TO FUCK LESBIAN DAUGHTER

SCENE OPENS on Mary Anne, as she opens the back door of her house and walks into the kitchen, carrying a load of groceries. Dressed in a pastel pink sweater, cross, and jeggings, the conservative-looking woman has gone through a lot to get to this position in life. Married twice, her last husband left her two things in the settlement: this house and his now 18-year-old daughter, Charlie, who has continued living with her step-mother for several years. Mary Anne has always considered Charlie to be like a real daughter and, in the wake of her divorce, she became very protective over her. Almost too protective. Why should she live somewhere else when Mary-Ann takes perfectly good care of her here? Certainly, a better environment than with her father! As she puts the groceries away, she hollers out to her daughter to come and help ... but there is no response. Finally, she stops what she's doing and goes to find her. She sees her daughter's sneakers and backpack by the front door but still gets no response, so she walks up the stairs to Charlie's bedroom. When Mary Anne opens the door, she is shocked to discover her daughter lying in bed topless and kissing another girl! Charlie barely has a chance to look up before Mary Anne slams the door in disgust. What the hell was that?! She composes herself for a moment before barging back into the room and yelling at Charlie, as her and her girlfriend struggle to put their shirts back on. Charlie begs for her mom to calm down, but Mary Anne is beside herself. Is her daughter a lesbian? Under her roof? That's an abomination! She didn't raise her to be like that. The step-mother starts flying off the handle at the other girl, telling her to get out and never come back. They vote conservative in this house! There are no gays allowed! Charlie is outraged by her mother's behavior and tells her girlfriend that she'll drive her home. Mary-Anne chases them down the stairs accusing her daughter of being brainwashed. Charlie tells her mom that it's 2018. Same-sex marriage is legal. She's an adult, she just turned 18. She can do what she wants. Charlie barges through the front door with her girlfriend and slams it in Mary Anne's face.

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That evening, Mary Anne paces back and forth in her bedroom while Steve, her boyfriend, watches TV and eats chips. Steve is a low-life car mechanic who Mary Anne met at a church community program, not because he is religious but because he was obligated to attend as part of a court order. They are a bit of an odd couple. She looks very wholesome and he looks messy and gregarious, in a baseball cap, flannel shirt, dirty work pants, and boots still on in bed. As Mary Anne complains about what happened, Steve half-listens. He tells her not to stress, she holds the purse strings. Charlie's big college plans in the fall are completely dependent on her. The girl can't move out on her own. Mary Anne keeps fretting and pacing, arguing that Charlie has never disrespected her like that before. Slamming the door in her face like that! What she needs is an ultimatum! Steve jokes that what her daughter really needs is some dick. One time with a real man would put a stop to her dyky behavior. This makes Mary Anne pause. 'You're absolutely right,' she slowly says as they both hear the front door open and Charlie come back home.

CUT to Charlie walking up the stairs cautiously. It's been hours since she last saw her step-mother and she isn't sure what to expect. Despite being completely appalled by her reaction, Charlie still honors her mother and even fears her a little. After all, she is the one fully supporting Charlie. Mary-Anne is waiting, arms folded, by her bedroom door. The two women stare at each other for a moment before Mary-Anne tells her to come in. They need to discuss what happened earlier. Charlie nods and walks past her, as Mary-Anne shuts the door.

Charlie is somewhat surprised to see Steve there but, considering the boyfriend practically lives at their house now, she does what she normally does: ignores him. This is supposed to be between her and her mother. She takes a deep breath and starts to explain that the girl Mary-Ann caught her with is her girlfriend. They are in love and she has been trying to figure out how to tell her mom about it for months, but she was too afraid of her reaction. Mary-Anne cuts her off coldly and tells her to sit down. This is an intervention.

Summing up all her authority, Mary-Anne forbids her daughter from seeing her girlfriend anymore. She does not accept homosexuality, certainly not within her family. No daughter of hers, even a step-daughter, will ever be allowed to behave this way. Charlie starts to break down and, through angry tears, tell her mother that this is how she was born. This is who she is. She can't stop it. Fighting back tears herself, Mary-Anne continues by telling her daughter that if she does not respect her decision, that she will be obliged to kick her out of the house and take away the college funds she had set aside for her. Charlie freaks out, begging her mother to reconsider. She worked so hard to get into that school. She can't possibly cover the tuition and dorm rent on her own. What does she need to do to prove that being gay is just who she is? Steve, who has been watching TV the whole time in the background, nonchalantly pipes up and asks 'But ... how do you know that you're really gay?'

Charlie stops and turns to glare at him. 'I'm sorry,' she says angrily. 'I didn't realize anyone was talking to you, Steve!' Steve turns off the TV and edges to the end of the bed. 'But, seriously,' he continues. 'How do you know you're not just confused?' Mary-Anne chimes in to support her boyfriend, asking Charlie directly if she has ever even been with a man before. Charlie says no. Mary-Anne then challenges how she can know for sure if she's a lesbian if she's never tried to be straight. Charlie is shocked by this line of questioning. She argues with her mother that she doesn't need to do that to know. Well,' Mary-Anne demands. 'Until you have proven to me that you aren't straight, I can no longer support you, Charlie. Maybe if you tried to have normal sex with a man and you still didn't like it, I might change my mind. But, until then, I won't tolerate this unnatural behavior!' Charlie is seething in anger. She points a finger at Steve, who is awkwardly chuckling to himself behind them. 'And I suppose this is your idea of a man, mom?' she yells. 'Someone like Steve?!'

Mary-Anne stares at her boyfriend as an idea crosses her mind. 'Yes,' she says, turning back to her daughter. 'Exactly like Steve. In fact, why don't we just settle this debate tonight? Steve, take off your clothes!' Steve puts down the bowl of chips and asks what she's doing. 'You heard me,' she says, through her rage. 'You are going to fuck my daughter. Right now. Put your dick in her mouth and let's see how gay she really is.' Charlie tells her step-mom that she's insane. Mary-Anne continues, ordering her boyfriend to drop his pants. 'All it's going to take is 10 minutes to prove to me that you aren't straight, Charlie. So, come on, what are you afraid of?' Charlie stares dumbfounded at her mother. 'Or ... what?' she demands. Mary-Anne stands her ground and crosses her arms. 'Or, you leave tonight and don't even think about me covering your tuition!' She yells.

There is an eerie silence in the room, as the weight of Mary-Anne's threats hang over everyone. Steve looks like a deer in headlights, his pants around his ankles. Mary-Anne stands quivering with rage, trying to hold her position. Charlie breathes hard, her eyes not leaving her mother's. This is the ultimate betrayal. She starts to undo her shirt and throws it in a corner. She pulls off her sports bra and whips it in her mother's direction. Finally, as she pulls down her pants and her panties, she coldly turns to Steve and tells him to pull out his dick. He asks if she's she sure. She says yes. If this is what her mother needs as proof, then fine. She can have it. She can have all the fucked-up proof she needs. Charlie drops to her knees, tells her mother that she hates her, and starts to suck Steve's dick. BGG Sex Scene. Throughout the first part of the sex, Charlie hates fucks Steve and talks down to her mother. Mary-Anne watches but, when she becomes dissatisfied by what she considers to be Charlie's lackluster effort, she joins in to show her how it's done. Steve, overwhelmed by the two women battling beneath him, ends up fucking them both and popping on their faces.

After they have finished, another awkward silence fills the room. Steve, grabbing his clothing, tells the women that he is going to leave now. They should probably sort themselves out. He exits, and the two naked, cum-drenched family members look at each other. 'Are you satisfied?' Charlie asks coldly. Mary-Anne sputters that she hopes her daughter learned a valuable lesson in all this. She is normal, after all. 'Yes,' Charlie says, grabbing her stuff. 'I'm a lesbian!' and she storms out of the room, slamming the door.

Nominated - Best Sex Scene -- Taboo-Themed: Khloe Kapri, Ryan Keely, XBIZ 2020

SECOND PARENTS
TEEN FUCKED BY BEST FRIEND'S PARENTS AT FAMILY HOLIDAY

SCENE OPENS as Sarah, a typical teenage girl, drives through a suburban neighborhood. She's on her way to pick up Karen, her best friend, to celebrate the July 4th weekend at her parents' house. She pulls up to the curb and finds Karen waiting at the end of her driveway. Tote bag in hand, she hops in the front seat and the pair drive off. The two 18-year-old girls have been close since they were kids and, now that they have both recently graduated from high school, this will be the last holiday they spend together before college. It has been a longstanding tradition that Karen spends the weekend with Sarah's family, since they always plan better Independence Day activities than her own. Sarah's father is particularly over-the-top about holidays ... making sure his family has lots of fun things to do. It's part of the reason Karen has always looked up to Sarah. Her life seems so perfect. As the two girls small talk, they drive back to Sarah's house and pull into the driveway. Sarah's father is waiting for them on the landing, sporting a cheesy BBQ apron and waving. 'Oh god, how embarrassing,' Sarah laughs. Karen laughs too, noting that at least it isn't as bad as the one he wore last year. They get out of the car and run up the stairs, each hugging Sarah's father, before heading inside.

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That afternoon, the family spends time together in the backyard. Sarah's father is tending to the grill while his wife relaxes with the two girls. They chat about their college plans and Sarah's mother teasingly asks Karen if she has a boyfriend yet. Karen responds that she doesn't ... but Sarah's mother doesn't let it go. While this conversation is happening, Sarah's father grills in the background. The camera frequently cuts to his point of view, as we see him zero in on Karen and watch her intently, scanning up and down her body. The mom keeps asking questions and it gets to the point where Karen begins to feel a little uncomfortable. She is much more reserved than her best friend, especially when it comes to boys, so she isn't used to divulging intimate information. Sarah catches wind of this and quickly changes the subject, as the parents smile at each other.

CUT to the dining room table. The family has just finished dinner: hamburgers from the grill. They are sharing memories about all the 4th of July celebrations they've had together over the years, and Sarah's father raises his glass to make a toast. He thanks his beautiful wife and daughter for blessing him every day with their love. And he thanks the girl he considers to be just like another daughter, Karen, for being such a good friend and influence for Sarah. He gushes about how much she's grown over the years and how she has become such a gorgeous young woman. The camera frequently cuts to the father's point of view, as he studies Karen's chest breathing heavily as she grows more awkward. 'If only I were 18 and single again,' he says jokingly. 'You would have to watch out!' The parents laugh ... as Karen grips her napkin underneath the table. Something seems strange. Sarah hurriedly changes the subject again and, noting the time, asks her father to let them go get ready for the fireworks.

CUT to outside at dusk. From the father's point of view, he studies the girls as they dance around with sparklers. Flashes of light hit their faces, as they react to the sound of fireworks and try to draw hearts in the air with their sparklers. After a few minutes of observing them, playing close attention to their supple teenage bodies as they play, Sarah's mom walks up into the frame and whispers to her husband that it's time to get the girls ready for bed. Their sparklers have gone out. Sarah begs to stay up a bit longer, but her father insists they turn in for an early night. He has a long weekend planned. She looks a bit frustrated but agrees.

CUT to Sarah's bed. She is already under the covers on her side, looking at her phone, when Karen exits the bathroom and crawls in beside her. She starts to talk about social media gossip when Sarah abruptly puts her phone away. 'I'm tired,' she says curtly. 'Let's just go to bed.' Karen seems a bit put off by her coldness. 'Everything ok?' She asks. Sarah says yes and turns her back on her friend. Karen lies there in silence for a moment. She doesn't understand what's going on. 'Are you sure there isn't something up between you and your parents?' She asks cautiously. 'Things seem a bit tense this weekend.' Sarah laughs sarcastically to herself and mutters something about her parents liking Karen more than her anyway, so why is she so concerned. Karen tries to protest but Sarah tells her to forget about it and go to bed. Begrudgingly, Karen turns off the light and closes her eyes.

CUT to the middle of the night. Karen's eyes pop open because the light has been turned back on in the room. Sarah still lies passed out on her side of the bed, back turned. As Karen slowly sits up, she realizes that she is being straddled by Sarah's mom, who somehow crawled into the bed behind her. Shocked, she asks what's going on. Sarah's mom hushes her and says that she was having a bad dream. As she says this, Sarah's father tip-toes into the room with a glass of water. He is wearing only boxer shorts and Karen is taken aback by how fit her best friend's father is. She can clearly see his penis underneath his boxers and it makes her very nervous. Nonchalantly, he hands her the glass of water and comforts her, echoing his wife when he says that Karen's tossing and turning woke them both up. They wanted to make sure she was ok. As they both pet and coddle her, she anxiously looks over at her friend. 'Is there something wrong with Sarah?' She whispers. They shake their head and tell Karen that she is just a sound snoozer. She shouldn't worry about her. She should just concentrate on herself and feeling better. Sarah's mom kisses her forehead and holds her tightly while her father takes the glass back and starts kneading her shoulders. He tells her she is very tense, she must have been very anxious. Is she stressed? Not knowing what to do, Karen shakes her head. Sarah's mom asks if they are helping her to relax. Karen nods and thanks them, looking over at Sarah again. Why isn't she waking up?

'We've always considered you to be an extended member of our family,' Sarah's mom says, looking her husband dead in the eye. 'We worry about you just as if you were our own.' Sarah's father agrees, adding how much they've come to love her over all these years and how sad they are that she is going to be moving away in the fall. Shell-shocked, Karen tries to appease them by saying how welcome she's always felt and how sad she is to be leaving as well. They're like her second parents. 'We want to make sure you leave with only the best memories,' Sarah's mom continues, wrapping her arms tightly around Karen. 'And, now that you are 18,' her father adds, 'we want to show you just how much we care about you ... before you go!' Sarah's mom smiles at her husband and they lean in to kiss each other, directly over top of Karen. Karen swallows hard, her eyes darting between them and her best friend. She sees Sarah's mom pull her father's cock out from his shorts and start to stroke it. Her eyes go wide. Sensing her reaction, Sarah's mom tells her that it's ok to look, she doesn't mind. She knows how handsome Sarah's father is and she is aware of how close Karen has grown with him, especially since she came of age. Karen tries to awkwardly protest but Sarah's father chimes in. 'What?!' he asks, jokingly. 'You don't like me anymore?!' Karen doesn't know how to react. She tells him she really likes him. She likes all of them. 'Good,' Sarah's mother says, slowly sitting back and pulling Karen onto her back. 'So why don't you just relax then, and we can all have a little fun together. Would that be alright with you?' Karen gulps, looks over at her friend one more time, before slowly saying YES. Sarah's father pulls down his boxer shorts and kneels to start removing Karen's pajamas. Sarah's mother holds her gently in place and pets her head, asking her if she's ever been intimate with a grown man before. Karen stammers that she's a virgin and, smiling at each other, the mom warmly tells promises that this will be special. Her special little secret with her second parents. Karen says 'ok' slowly, as she gulps again and looks down to see Sarah's father start to lick her pussy. BG SEX. As Sarah's father has first-time sex with the awkward yet eager to please Karen, Sarah's mother participates passively by holding the girl in various positions and encouraging her and her husband's love making. Throughout the sex, the camera regularly shows Sarah's father's point of view, as he looks down on his daughter's best friend and his wife. In the end, he cums on Karen's face while his wife looks up at him proudly.

When it is over, the stunned Karen doesn't know what to do. She wipes the cum off her face as the sweaty parents quickly tuck her in to bed, climbing on either side of her. As Sarah's mom turns out the light, she tells Karen that they'll all share the bed together tonight to make sure she doesn't have any more bad dreams. Karen asks again about Sarah and her father reminds her that she is just a sound snoozer and will wake up happily with them in the morning. She'll understand. They often share a bed all together when she gets scared. As they drift off, the camera slowly moves over to reveal Sarah's face for the first time. She has been lying, completely awake the whole ordeal, tears pouring down her face. She knew what her corrupt parents had planned for this holiday weekend and she led her best friend straight to them.

THE FOSTERS
18 Year Old Shy Girl is Fostered and Fucked by Overbearing Parents

SCENE OPENS on Jamie, an 18-year-old girl with a troubled past. Abandoned by a drug addicted mother when she was very young, the teenager has spent most of her life bouncing between orphanages, juvenile detention centers, and the street. She is very introverted and socially challenged, barely able to look someone in the eye when she speaks.

Out of concern, her social worker has reached out to a church program that helps integrate high risk young women into adulthood. Seated on the couch beside two parental volunteers, 'Daddy' Ron and 'Mama' Mary Foster, the social worker explains Jamie's case while they study the shy girl with great compassion. She stares at her feet awkwardly, not knowing how to react with a real family. The Fosters reassure her that they will look after her just like real parents, even joking how much they live up to their family's last name.

When the social worker seems satisfied and says goodbye, Jamie looks up for the first time, silently longing for her not to leave. Daddy Ron escorts the social worker out and Mary leans in to put her arm around Jamie. 'It'll be just fine, sweetheart!' She coos. Jamie slowly nods and pushes a smile. Daddy Ron comes back into the room and sits down, tapping his knee. 'Now you be a good girl,' he says. 'And come sit on my lap!' Jamie slowly turns her head and looks at him in surprise.

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The next day. Jamie sits at the kitchen table, peeling potatoes, while Mama Mary cooks behind her. The woman is lecturing her about the family and their history with foster daughters. Life is easy going but, also, strict. There are chores to do, appointments to keep, and a firm commitment to their faith. Church four times a week, twice on Sundays, and daily bible readings. Jamie nods absently, as she struggles with the potatoes. Daddy Ron comes home from work and greets his wife with a big kiss. As they embrace, Jamie catches the man pinching his wife's behind and she blushes red. She isn't used to such intimacy. Mama tells him that dinner will be ready shortly and Daddy Ron excuses himself to freshen up. They will do their bible study after dinner.

CUT to the living room, in front of a roaring fireplace. Mama Mary is listening, eyes closed and swaying, while Daddy Ron reads a passage from the Bible. Jamie is sitting on his lap again, looking terribly awkward.

Colossians 3:20 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him. Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them. Children, obey your parents in all things: for this is well pleasing unto the Lord. Fathers, provoke not your children to anger, lest they be discouraged. Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God.

Daddy Ron finishes and asks his foster daughter what she thought the moral of the passage was. Jamie doesn't say anything. Mama instructs her to be respectful and respond. Jamie looks up at Daddy Ron and mumbles something about needing to obey your parents. Mama kisses her on the forehead proudly while Daddy smiles on. 'Time for bed,' he says to his family.

CUT to the middle of the night. The camera opens on an ECU of Jamie's face as she slowly wakes up. She lays on a small mattress at the foot of her foster parents' bed. As her eyes flutter open, the camera leans out to reveal Daddy Ron and Mama Mary fucking on all fours on the bed above her. They don't realize she is awake and she overhears them dirty talking about her. She lays, eyes peeled and nervous, as they fuck inches from her for a few intense minutes before she closes her eyes again to try and drift off.

CUT to several hours later. Jamie is screaming as Mama wakes her up. Startled and sweaty, the girl looks up to see the foster mother very concerned. 'You were having a nightmare, sweetheart!' She says, clutching her tightly. Jamie can't remember if what she saw a few hours earlier was just a dream. 'I'm scared ... can I stay with you?' she asks. Mama suggests she share the bed with her new parents. When she pulls back the covers to tuck Jamie in, Mama exposes Daddy Ron. He is lying on his back naked, with a half-erect penis, staring calmly at Jamie. She averts her eyes nervously and lays down close to Mama. There is a long silence.

'Do you want to know what I do when I'm scared?' Mama says quietly. Jamie shakes her head no. 'I cuddle up to Daddy Ron ... like this!' She puts her arms around both Jamie and Ron and pulls them all together to create a family sandwich. Jamie can feel Ron's penis brush up against her leg and it makes her feel very funny. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. 'Daddy is big, isn't he?' Mama continues, smiling. 'You should touch it and see how big it can get!' Jamie doesn't know what to do. She is incredibly nervous but also strangely turned on. She has never been so close to anyone before and looks deep into her foster mother's eyes before slowly nodding. She reaches her hand down and wraps it around Ron's shaft. Mamma kisses her forehead and looks over at Daddy Ron, smiling, before putting her own hand down and wrapping it over Jamie's. Together, the women slowly jerk him off. Jamie's breath quickens as she gets excited, wedged between the couple. Sensing her new daughter's quiet enthusiasm, Mama then instructs them both to perform fellatio on him. After all, the Fosters believe in traditional family values where the man of the house deserves to be taken care of. BGG sex scene. Throughout the sex, Jamie is shell-shocked but consents to everything her foster mother asks her to do, wanting to please the overbearing parental volunteers and not being able to explain her own sexual curiosities. Daddy Ron ultimately cums on her stomach, as Mama sucks it up and spits it back into Jamie's mouth like a baby bird.

After they have finished, the parents put Jamie in between them. They say a prayer and turn off the light. As they drift off, Jamie stares up at the ceiling ... her eyes peeled. The shy, introverted girl has begun a new life.

Winner XBIZ Best Non-Sex Performance Nina Hartley
Winner XBIZ Taboo Release of The Year

ARTIFAMILY
Father Seduced by Android Clone of 18-YO Daughter

SCENE opens with an homage to the famous POV sequence from the 1987 sci-fi film, Robocop. A lead scientist leans over the POV of a locked-off camera and examines the frame. She is standing in a stark, well-lit room accompanied by a small team, dressed neatly in lab coats, and taking notes. The lead scientist is commenting on the final stages of their new version. She talks about the exteroceptive sensors and the CCD cameras, asking questions to make sure that the actuators that malfunctioned previously will be completed prior to the trial. As she speaks, the frame periodically populates with code (VFX), suggesting that the scientists are leaning over a computer. When the scientist is satisfied, she asks the team to drain it and dress it in civilian clothes. The father will be arriving shortly. She leaves, and the team gives one final long look before exiting the frame.

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TEXT PLATE: March 15, 2095

A CU of a man's shoes. He taps his feet and shakes his legs as the camera slowly pulls up to reveal an anxious looking man named Robert sitting in a minimalist white office. It's been six months since his beloved wife and 18-year-old step daughter were killed in a car accident and the man is sick with grief. Despite the support of his family and friends, he has been hospitalized twice with severe PTSD and recently placed on a medical leave by his employer. It was his therapist, in fact, who insisted he sign up for this government program as part of his treatment. Robert runs his hands through his hair and wipes his face to get himself together, as the lead scientist and her team of staff enter the room.

The scientist greets Robert with great sensitivity, shaking the man's hand before extending it into a hug and introducing him to her team. She asks Robert to sit down again so they may begin the orientation. Taking her cue, one of the team members uses a tablet to cast a hologram screen beside the scientist (VFX*), as she begins speaking. She welcomes Robert formally to the ARTIFAMILY institute and starts to explain its history. It was founded in 2040 by Dr. Philip Bernard, a psychiatrist and futurist entrepreneur, who had a vision of using artificial intelligence to treat mental illness. Since Bernard's humble beginnings, ARTIFAMILY has evolved to become the leading treatment facility for victims of exploitation, emotional distress, and extreme bereavement. As the scientist explains their story, the screen beside her displays various images of Bernard and the ARTIFAMILY institute. Robert can only half-follow, visibly distracted and anxious about being there.

Taking a pause to gauge his reaction, the scientist continues to explain his case. As she talks about the tragic accident, images of his wife and smiling daughter come on the screen. Robert looks sick, having to put his head between his knees at a certain point. The scientist signals another team member, who brings the man a silver can. Robert sips it meekly as the scientist goes on to discuss his subsequent PTSD diagnosis, work leave, and therapist recommendations. She empathizes about how hard it is for humans to retain employment and that he is lucky his corporation is so supportive. He has no expression.

Kneeling beside him, the scientist sympathetically reminds him that today is the first step in his healing process. ARTIFAMILY specializes in creating android clones of deceased loved ones so that no one must suffer the loss of losing someone too soon ever again. Their team of scientists were able to upload and digitize their brain cells to construct an exact clone, using machine learning and patented algorithms to generate a personality match from the digital data. Apart from a small microchip behind the left earlobe, you would never know that ARTIFAMILY members weren't human. As she tells Robert about the program, the screen displays various sales pitches and stock images of androids being built. Robert stares at them in disbelief. The scientist signals her team to leave the room and they file out obediently, the hologram screen closing as they exit.

'Mr. White,' she says quietly. 'In compliance with the AIX act, I need to inform you that we are only legally allowed to dispatch one android clone per household. Since you did not specify your preference in the initial application, we have taken the liberty to generate the more viable of the two candidates. I hope it will suffice.' Robert looks at her blankly, asking what she means by 'viable' as the team re-enters the room behind them. They are escorting the android daughter, who stands rigidly between them in a white tank top and white shorts. 'Daddy,' she whispers. Robert freezes. His eyes well up as he slowly turns around to see the perfect likeness to his daughter. She looks expressionless for a moment before smiling and laughing. 'It's so good to see you,' she says cheerfully. He staggers over to her, feeling her face, her arms, her legs, and exclaiming inaudibly before collapsing at her feet in tears. The team look amongst themselves proudly as the scientist shows off the girl's features, including her seamless movement, integrated computer system that is both wireless and SMART, and a discreet on/off function. She reminds Robert of the paperwork he needs to sign before they can leave. In a state of euphoria, he happily agrees to sign whatever papers are necessary to get his precious girl home.

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Cut to Robert opening the front door with his luggage and ushering his daughter inside. Cautiously and not willing to let go of her hand, he calls her by name (Jessica) and asks if she remembers their home. She steps inside, turns around, and smiling nods her head -- telling her father the exact date and time he and his late wife moved their family into the house, along with the property's coordinates: 34.0259 N, 118.7798 W. Robert's smile wavers; a small, stinging reminder that Jessica is not quite the same. He asks if she wants to see her room again and, after a slight pause, she eagerly nods and gives him a giant hug. They exit.

Cut to Jessica entering her bedroom. She turns around and asks curiously why he didn't take her to his room. Robert reminds her that she has her own room. 'But I snooze with you when I don't want to be alone,' she says, stepping into him for a hug. He winches again, looking at the subtle microchip tattooed behind her ear as he holds her. 'Yes sweetheart,' he says. 'But that was when you were little. You're 18-years-old now.' She looks up at him. 'The legal age of consent to fuck with another person in the state of California is 18 years old, daddy, so, I'm going to fuck you!' She grabs his crotch. Robert steps back awkwardly and takes her hand off. 'No, that is not right, Jessica,' He says nervously. 'You must have that confused. I'm your step-father. I'll be downstairs.' He leaves the room abruptly, as Jessica stares at him before slowly slipping her fingers down her shorts and pulling them up to reveal sticky, wet fingers.

Cut to that evening. Robert is eating dinner while Jessica sits watching him. The room is quiet and awkward when Jessica breaks the silence. 'Sexual intercourse.' She starts spouting. 'The sexual contact between individuals involving penetration, especially the insertion of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina, typically culminating in orgasm and the ejaculation of semen.' Robert puts his fork down in shock. She stares at him before saying sweetly, 'When are you going to penetrate me, daddy?'

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Robert sits in the living room, with Jessica across from him. He is trying to discreetly read the ARTIFAMILY manual he was given, particularly the diagram about how to turn the android off. All he needs to do is place his left thumb between her eyes to disable her function. It has been programmed to his thumbprint for security. Nervously, he looks it over a final time, opens a web browser and starts to type in 'what to do if your ARTIFAMILY malfunctions' before deciding against it and closing his tablet. Instead, he asks his daughter what she wants to do tonight, and they embark on a few minutes of small talk. The conversation almost seems normal and Robert starts to let his guard down when, suddenly, Jessica starts removing her clothes. She asks him why he was searching for malfunctions with her body when, bending over, she can easily show him that nothing has malfunctioned. Robert stares at his android daughter's pussy before clasping his hand over his eyes. He tells her to put her clothing back on. 'No daddy,' she argues. 'Not until I show you that I am fully functional and do not require any updates.' Robert slowly removes his hand and tells her that he can see. 'I am a perfectly proportioned 18-year-old girl,' she continues spreading her lips. 'My skin is soft, I am easy to lubricate, and I am always eager to please you.' Robert shakes his head in disbelief. 'But you are my daughter,' he begs. 'Yes daddy,' she smiles turning onto her knees and crawling to his lap. 'I am the best version of your daughter. I want you to fuck me, daddy!' She unzips his pants and stares up at him to accept his cock. In a panic, he presses his left thumb between her eyes, which emits a red glowing button (VFX) and the android clone closes her eyes and falls into a sleep mode position.

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Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert paces frantically in the background.

TEXT PLATE: March 19, 2095

Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert leans in to her face. He looks horribly conflicted. He tells his house's SMART assistant to call the ARTIFAMILY INSTITUTE but as soon as the app agrees, he quickly changes his mind and cancels the call.

TEXT PLATE: March 20, 2095

Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert sits back in his chair. He hasn't slept or eaten in several days and he is exasperated. Shooting her an evil look, he tells her she isn't even his real daughter. 'My daughter was a spoiled brat who never appreciated me,' he starts yelling. 'My daughter caused my wife so much stress that that's why she probably decided to try to drive the car herself that night. Why the hell else would she have done that? Nobody fucking drives themselves anymore!' He grabs the frozen girl's face aggressively. 'I should just fuck you till you break!' He yells. In the heat of the moment, his thumb re-actives her -- a green glow emitting from her forehead. (VFX) She turns on, looks up at him and opens her mouth. 'Yes daddy, please daddy ... please fuck me!' Robert grabs his cock out of his pants and shoves it deep into her android mouth. BG Rough Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, Robert hate fucks the android while she eagerly encourages him to go harder, using lots of family roleplay talk. In the end, he jizzes all over her face. Looking up at him, she repeatedly says 'Thank you daddy' as she begins to short-circuit. She collapses to the floor.

Panicked and overwhelmed by what he has done, Robert stares at his android daughter lying on the floor glitching (VFX) before screaming to his SMART APP to call the ARTIFAMILY institute. The SMART APP asks if he is certain this time. He screams yes and the phone rings. When a receptionist at ARTIFAMILY answers, all that the tormented Robert can scream is 'HELP ME!'

THE END

THE LAST HOUSE ON THE RIGHT
TEEN GIRLS SKIP CLASS AND END UP FUCKED BY PARANOID HOMELESS MAN

SCENE opens as two schoolgirls, Ashley and Nina, whip around a street corner and wipe the frame. They are laughing, almost out of breath, as Ashley says, 'I can't believe you almost got us caught shoplifting!' The girls slow down to a walk and Nina pulls two bikinis from her backpack. She calls Ashley a pussy and teases her that she'd never actually get them caught! Besides, now they have a new look for Summer. They small talk as they walk down the street: about school, gossip and the basketball team. Nina is 19-years-old, a year older than Ashley. She is known around school as a difficult girl with a history of bad behavior. But, Ashley is a follower. A loner for most of her life, Nina has been the first friend she's ever really had, so she lets herself get pressured into situations past her comfort zone. They reach another corner. 'What do you want to do now?' Ashley asks, 'I can't go home yet. They'll know I skipped school.' Nina suggests they go check out this condemned lot at the end of her street. It's about to be demolished. Some mid-century mansion where they used to host celebrity orgies and stuff. Ashley looks at her friend sideways and Nina laughs, running ahead. 'Just kidding,' she yells over her shoulder. 'Are you coming or what?' Ashley hesitates for a second before running after her friend.

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The camera weaves through a junk-filled yard to find Ashley and Nina wandering through the mess. Nina is telling her friend more about the history of the property (or, at least, according to her father) as Ashley looks around nervously. She is worried about them trespassing. They come upon the house itself, old and derelict. It hasn't been lived in for years and, apart from some garbage, sits completely empty. 'Isn't this so fucking cool?' Nina says, pulling her friend inside and spinning around the living room. Ashley pushes a smile. She finds the place creepy. Nina pulls out a cigarette and lights it, starting to boast about all the things she'd do if she could gut the place herself. She passes the cigarette to Ashley, who awkwardly takes it and puffs without inhaling. Nina reaches into her backpack and tosses her friend an unmarked water bottle. 'What's this?' Ashley asks. 'Just have it,' Nina replies. 'It's good.' Ashley takes a sip and passes it back.

CUT to an hour later. The water bottle is empty. Nina is taking selfies while Ashley sits with her arms around her legs against a wall. She is trying to not let her bare knees touch the dirty floor. Bored, Nina suggests they try on their new bikinis and pose for pictures together. She drags Ashley back up and starts undoing her blouse. The girls strip down and put on the bikini bottoms. Still topless, Nina tries to sneak a photo of Ashley changing as a joke and the girl freaks out, running around the corner to avoid the photo. She trips over something and falls crashing to the floor. Nina comes running after her laughing but stops in her tracks as both her and Ashley look down at the homeless man unconscious on the floor between them.

'Do you think he's alive?' Ashley whispers after a long pause, covering her bare chest. The young man, probably in his late-twenties, lies strewn across the floor in very dirty clothing. He is unshaven, greasy, and drooling. Nina bites her lip and leans over him gingerly, her tits still out. She shakes her head. 'I can hear him breathing,' she whispers back. 'He's probably just passed out.' Ashley runs into the other room to grab her blouse, tossing it on and grabbing Nina's on the way back. When she re-enters, she is shocked to find Nina posing suggestively for a selfie on top of the homeless man. Ashley demands her to stop. 'What?!' Nina retorts. 'This is fucking hilarious. Stop being such a bitch!' Ashley watches anxiously as Nina goes back to her duck faces and suggestive poses. 'I'm going to send these to my boyfriend and tell him I found a better man!' She says, laughing ... and Ashley can't help but crack a smile. Nina begs her to come and take some photos. 'Please,' she says. 'Derek's going to freak out! I have to do it ... just a few more pics and then we can go, promise.' The reluctant friend takes the phone and starts to photograph Nina as she poses around the man and ends up straddling him in a reverse cowgirl pose. As the girls take their final photo, giggling, the homeless man suddenly wakes up with a jolt and grabs Nina. She screams. Ashley drops the phone.

The homeless man, dazed and surprised, stammers inaudibly as he clutches Nina. She squirms her way out from under his grasp and crawls towards Ashley who takes her hand and pulls her into the other room. As they scramble to gather their things, he storms after them and pins them into a corner. 'Who are you?' He rants. 'And how did you get in here? How did you find this place? This is my place! Everyone knows this is my place!' The school girls look at each other in shock before Nina slowly responds that they were just taking some photos. The man backs off and looks each of them up and down. 'What kind of photos?' He asks, sounding paranoid. 'It was just a joke,' Ashley mutters. 'A joke?' The man asks, sounding even more paranoid. 'Yes,' Nina jumps in, trying to steer the conversation. 'A joke. I was sending my boyfriend photos of you as a joke.' The man asks how old the girls are. They reply: 18 and 19 years old. He unzips his pants and takes out his erect penis, which causes the girls to step back even further. 'Look at what your joke did!' He says angrily. Ashley looks at her friend in a panic but Nina motions for her to stay back. She approaches the man. 'I'm sorry,' she says. 'I didn't mean to rub up on you like that. I just wanted the photos to look convincing.' There is an awkward silence before Ashley pipes in to warn the man that this is indecent exposure. The man responds that it can be way worse if she wants.

There is a cold, intimidating silence before Nina draws a breath and laughs awkwardly to cut the tension. 'You're funny,' she says. 'What's your name?' The homeless man, switching back to paranoia, tells her it's none of her business. He doesn't give away his private information. And they are invading his privacy. 'Well, none of your business, how about you just help us with these photos then ... and we can be on our way?' The man stares at her while Ashley protests in the background. What the hell is Nina doing? She always tags along no matter what, but this has gone too far. Nina tells her to shut up and be cool. 'What kind of photos?' He asks. Nina drops to her knees and looks up at him. 'Just something to make my boyfriend really jealous!' She says, snapping back at Ashley and ordering her to take the photos. Ashley can't believe what her friend is doing. She pleads for them to just leave but the man laughs. 'You're not going anywhere,' he says. Nina tries to calm the situation. 'He's right, Ashley,' she says sternly. 'We are just going to take these photos with him and then we are going to leave.' Ashley begrudgingly takes the photos as Nina smiles beside the man's penis. He starts to ask her questions about it: how she thinks it looks, how it made her feel when she was on top of him. He tells her it has been awhile since he was inside a woman. She feigns a smile and responds to his questions, urging her friend to keep taking the pictures. He asks her if she will put it in her mouth. Nina, not knowing what else to do, say yes and starts to suck on it. Ashley puts the phone down. 'Nina, I've got the pictures ... let's go.' She says.

But Nina is now engrossed in sucking the man's dick, as he puts his hands on her head and face fucks her hard. Looking up at Ashley, he asks if she will suck his balls. He always likes it when girls suck his balls. Nina, mouth full of cock, urges her friend to get down on her knees and help her out. They'll go right after. She promises. 'That's right,' the man says, removing his dirty sweat-stained shirt. 'You both make me cum and then you can do whatever you want in my place.' Ashley puts her head in her hands as the man pulls Nina to her feet and pulls down her bikini bottoms. Nina pleads with her friend to stop being a pussy. They are supposed to be best friends. He doesn't smell, and his cock is pretty big. It'll be a funny story. The man pushes her up against a wall and enters her. As he fucks her feverishly, Ashley goes up beside her and demands to know why she is doing this. This is insane. 'Ashley,' Nina yells as she's being pounded. 'I'm your only fucking friend, ok? You're a loser without me and you know it. Now, if you hadn't been such a pussy and ran out the room, we never would have tripped over this guy. We're in this mess together. Just pull down your pants and close your eyes.' Ashley resigns to what her friend is saying, knowing that she's right. They must get of the situation somehow. 'Fine,' she says leaning against the wall and pulling her bottoms down. 'I'll do it. But I'm not sucking your balls!' The homeless man eagerly pulls out and penetrates Ashley. BGG Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, the homeless man feverishly fucks them both, switching between lust and paranoia, while the two girls take it. Nina acts eager and submissive, to get the man to cum faster, and Ashley fucks him to spite what her friend is making her do. In the end, he drops them both to their knees and spreads his cum across their faces.

Falling back against the wall, the man starts to put his shirt back on as the two girls grab their things. Ashley looks pissed. Nina thinks it's hilarious. They exit the house together and walk quietly through the junk yard in the moonlight. 'My parents are going to wonder where I am,' Ashley says coldly. 'So, I'm going to go now.' Not waiting for a reply, she storms off into the night leaving Nina standing there. The tough girl yells that she'll see her in class on Monday before starting to walk herself. As she walks alone, she starts to cry, knowing she just lost her best friend.

Nominated - Best Actor - Featurette: Steve Holmes, AVN 2020

THE DAUGHTER DEAL
Teen Double Creampied by Step-Dad & Boss While at the Office

SCENE opens one morning as Frank, a middle-aged sales rep, and his 18-year-old step-daughter, Nancy, pull into the parking lot of his office. Nancy sits frowning in the front seat, wearing a big puffy jacket with her arms folded in her lap. The family hasn't said one word to each other the entire drive and the car is filled with tension. Finally, Frank turns to his daughter and demands that she behave herself today. She scoffs and looks out the window, cursing him under her breath. Frank reminds her that she got herself suspended from school. She left him no choice but to take her with him to work because her mother doesn't trust her home alone anymore. 'And whatever mom says, you do ... right dad?' she says, pouting. 'I don't trust you alone either,' Frank snaps, correcting her. 'And if your mom could have taken you, she would. But, they don't let irresponsible, class-skipping, pill-popping teenagers lurk around the pharmacy!' Nancy mutters in defiance. 'Frank, it was one mistake. It's 2018 ... I'm 19 years old. Calm down!' Frank grabs the teenager by the collar. 'Look ... I am not your buddy. I am your step-father and you will treat me with respect,' he yells. Nancy shrinks back, surprised. He lets go and orders her to 'Get out of the car, march into my office, and keep quiet. I've got a huge deal on the line today and I'm stressed out enough as it is!' He gets out and slams the door. Nancy looks after him nervously before slowly taking off her jacket to reveal a scantily clad crop top. She innocently adjusts the bra and steps out of the car.

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Several hours later. Frank is on the phone talking to a client, desperately trying to close a deal, while Nancy leans up against the desk on her phone ... her long legs stretched out on the carpet. Bored, she's been taking selfies and ends up caught mid-suggestive pose when Frank's boss, Darryl, walks in. Darryl is the owner's son and newly promoted Senior Sales Director. He is younger than Frank. He is more gregarious than Frank. He is more successful at closing deals than Frank. And Frank despises him. But, now that the middle-aged rep must report to the owner's son, he has no choice but to suck up. Darryl takes one look at Nancy, pulling her tiny top down to expose her cleavage for the camera, before turning to Frank and demanding to know what's going on. Frank hangs up and rushes over to Darryl, saying it isn't what it looks like. She is his step-daughter. She had been suspended from school, so he had to take her to the office to keep an eye on her today. Darryl looks Nancy up and down slowly before turning back to Frank. 'This isn't a fucking daycare, Frank,' he sneers, before moving in to introduce himself to the girl. 'Hi cutie,' he says, putting on the charm. 'My name is Darryl. I'm your father's boss. What's your name?' Nancy bites her lip and reaches out her hand to introduce herself. He smiles at her suggestively. 'You better be careful, posting photos like that, Nancy.' He coos. 'You're going to make men fall in love with you!' She blushes, still hanging on to his hand. Frank's eyes narrow as he watches Darryl putting the moves on his daughter. 'I promise Nancy won't cause any problems, Darryl,' he affirms. 'And I should have that LOI on your desk by tomorrow morning. Just ironing out the details.'

Darryl lets go of Nancy's hand and looks back at Frank. 'That's not necessary,' he says. 'I'm going to give that deal to Jerry. In fact, I'm going to give your entire portfolio to him. You're fired.' Frank sputters in disbelief, as Darryl continues to berate him. He tells him that he's outstayed his welcome, that they were just keeping him on board out of pity, and that bringing his distraction of a daughter to work today was the last straw. He storms out of the room, leaving Frank alone with his daughter.

There is a long, awkward pause before Nancy tries to say something. Frank barks at her to shut up, turning away in a rage and blaming her for the entire situation. If she hadn't been so irresponsible at school, if she hadn't have dressed so inappropriately today ... she never would have attracted his attention. Now, Darryl has a perfect excuse to humiliate him! Nancy tries to calm her father down, encouraging him to go talk to his boss and smooth things over. Frank continues to bitch about his daughter, berating her for how much he has had to put up with since he married her mom. Always trading in his own success for them. And now, after nearly 10 years at this company, she's gets him fired. 'You're a salesman, dad,' she pleads. 'I'm sure you can find out what he needs to make this go away ... and if there is anything I can do to help, I will. I promise!' Frank stares at his daughter in hatred before an idea slowly creeps into his mind. If she got him into this, maybe she can get him out of this as well. He presses the intercom and asks Darryl's secretary if she could him back in for a moment. It's urgent.

Darryl comes back in, a cardboard box in his hand. He slams it on Frank's desk. 'I thought I told you, you're fired,' he barks. Frank takes a deep breath before asking Darryl if he can quickly speak to him about something, one more proposal before he leaves. Darryl arches an eyebrow and studies Frank's expression. Nancy stands back ... looking awkward. 'Hurry up,' Darryl orders. Frank takes another deep breath and moves closer to Darryl, speaking quietly. He starts to talk about Nancy, how much trouble she's become and the real reason she was suspended from school. Her teacher found her with a bag of amphetamines, letting boys finger bang her in the bathroom. One after another ... all afternoon. This on top of all the trouble at home. Nancy mouth falls open in shock, stunned at what her father is saying.

'Your step-daughter's a slut, Frank!' Darryl says laughing, his eyes shifting between the two of them. 'But most women are. I don't understand what this has to do with me.' Frank grits his teeth and explains that he saw how Darryl was looking at his daughter. He saw how his daughter was looking at Darryl. If his boss would consider forgetting about today, Frank is certain Nancy would let him have a go at her. Nancy scoffs in shock as Darryl's expression changes. There is a long silence. Finally, Darryl leans in and asks if he is serious. Frank nods as Nancy stares at him, mouth ajar. Darryl licks his lips. 'Is that what you want, sweetheart?' he asks. Frank nods and tells him that she said she'd do whatever it takes to help make things right. 'Dad!' Nancy exclaims. Frank tells Darryl to stay put and moves back over to where his daughter is standing.

Looking anxious and agitated, Frank sternly tells his daughter that this is something she must do for him. His job is on the line. His whole career. Everything he worked for. She looks confused. Frank continues, pleading with his daughter to just do what Darryl wants for five minutes. It won't take longer than that. It won't be much different from all the boys at school. Nancy steps back, shocked. 'I can't believe you're asking me to rest with your boss!' She whispers. Frank takes another deep breath. 'He's all talk, Nancy. It won't last more than five minutes.' Nancy shakes her head in disbelief. 'You fucking coward!' She stammers. Frank grabs her, pulling her in close to him, and demands that she help him. She did this to him. She promised to do whatever it takes to get him out of it.

Darryl clears his throat. Frank drops his daughter and steps back. The trio stare at each other, not sure who should make the first move. Nancy is shaking her head at her dad, full of hatred. Finally, she turns to Darryl. 'I'm sure your cock is way bigger than my dad's,' she says. 'Why don't you take it out and let me see it?' Frank goes to interject when Darryl, smiling, steps between them and tells the father to go wait outside. The staff meeting is just about to end, and they need privacy. Frank goes outside and shuts the door, leaning against the doorway. He lets out another deep breath and punches the wall beside him.

Inside, Darryl puts the moves on submissive Nancy, who is so angry at her father's betrayal that she wants to be as loud as possible. BG Sex Sequence with CP, intercut with a few shots of Frank outside waiting and listening as his co-workers occasionally file past him at the office. He looks dejected.

After they've finished, Frank is called back in. He enters to discover his daughter, naked and sweaty all over his desk with cum dripping from her pussy. Darryl is doing up his zipper with a big smile on his face. He walks past Frank and pats him on the back, thanking him for the ride. Frank asks nervously if tomorrow will still work for the LOI. Darryl grabs the cardboard box and pushes it into Frank's hands. 'I told you, you're fired.' He says. 'Just because you sell out your step-daughter, doesn't mean you have a job. Why would I keep a scumbag like that? Now clear out your shit ... I want you gone by the end of the day.' He leaves.

Frank turns to Nancy, sprawled out on his desk. He hates her. She hates him. 'I hope you're satisfied, dad.' She tells him. Frank is lost, staring at his daughter's glistening pussy. He can't believe what just happened. 'Just get up and get dressed,' he mutters. But Nancy doesn't move. 'I'm going to tell mom everything,' she continues. 'I'm going to tell my guidance counselor. I might even call the police.' Frank orders her not to do that. He's suffered enough. Nancy laughs. 'You tried to use me as collateral, dad, after all the self-righteous bullshit you've put me through. You're lucky I thought he was sexy!' Frank snaps at her to shut up. 'No, you shut up!' She screams. 'I know how you've looked at me. I know how much secretly got off on the idea that I'm a slut. Well, now you have it.' Frank calls her a whore. ''You act like me dressing sexy is so bad, but I bet it''s just because you can''t admit it turns you on, getting turned on by your step-daughter like a fucking creep.' She continues to rant. Frank looms over her and tells her to shut up again. She continues, 'Well go ahead and look, dad, actually why stop there. I already let your boss fuck me, might as well let you fuck me too dad, because I'm just a slut who'll let anybody fuck me, right? Go ahead, fuck me, so you can have his sloppy seconds like the loser you are.' and then Frank scowls at her and then unzips his pants and angrily plunges his dick into her. This descends into the second BG Sex Sequence with CP. After Frank has cum inside his step-daughter's pussy, they dress in silence as he packs up his desk and puts it inside the cardboard box. They exit the office.

DOCTOR'S ORIGINS
Perverted Doctor Gives Teen Patient a Sponge Bath and Vaginal Probe

SCENE opens late one night as Dr. Marshall is finishing her rounds at the hospital. She walks through the emergency room door and briskly heads down the hall to visit her final patients, accompanied by a tired-looking resident under her supervision. The resident, named Bill, has been on call for the past 48 hours and is ready to collapse -- he can barely keep up. But Dr. Marshall pays no attention; she's used to this life and expects the same from her residents. She waits impatiently for him before softly knocking on the patient's door and entering the room. There are two recovery beds set up inside. Dr. Marshall walks over to the first and kneels to check on the male patient. He grumbles and complains about being woken up as she adjusts his pillows and makes a few quiet requests for the resident to jot down. As he absentmindedly does this, Bill looks over to the patient in the second bed. A young woman lays there, dreaming, her leg in a fracture boot, her arm in a sling. She is wearing a neck brace. Bill seems transfixed by her innocence. He stares at her, lost in thought, when an announcement comes over the loud speaker, paging Dr. Marshall to return to emergency. The busy Doctor hands her clipboard over to the resident and informs Bill that he will need to finish the rounds himself. It's probably the McGuire patient, responding negatively to surgery. Just check vitals on the female patient and ensure she is in a comfortable position before signing out. Dr. Marshall exits the room, leaving Bill alone. He swallows hard and turns back to stare at the girl.

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Approaching the bed slowly, Bill continues to stare. His eyes scan over the girl's petite body, as she adjusts in her slumber. Her hospital gown is loose, and he can easily peek underneath it. He takes a deep breath and slowly leans in to get a closer look when the girl suddenly wakes up. Innocently, she asks what time it is. Composing himself, Bill calmly informs her that it is early in the morning. He has come in to check on her. Yawning, she tries to sit up and Bill swoops in to assist, moving the bed to an upright position and adjusting her pillows. She looks over at the next patient, who is now snoring, and awkwardly complains about having to share a room with a strange man. Bill laughs nervously as he settles her.

She asks if he can remove her neck brace, just for a few minutes. Bill nods and moves behind her. He has her lean forward, so he can unstrap the brace ... long enough for him to look down through the cracks in the back of her gown. She is naked underneath. He starts to gently massage her neck as she sighs, relieved to have it removed. Casually, he asks what happened to her and the girl, who introduces herself as Rebecca, tells him she was in a car accident. It was her stupid boyfriend's fault ... and the prick didn't even get a scratch. Meanwhile, she has a broken foot, sprained wrist and whiplash. At least she is supposed to be released in the next day or so. Moving around to check her vitals, Bill asks how old she is. She tells him she is 19 years old. He begins to sweat at the thought of such an innocent young woman. He knows he needs to get a closer look. Suddenly, his fatigue has faded.

Eying a bath kit on a nearby dresser, Bill pauses for a moment before walking over to the first bed, confirming the male patient is out, and then closing the door. He wrings his hands nervously, walks back towards Rebecca and asks her to get undressed. He is supposed to give her a bed bath. Rebecca, who has done this several times during her stay already, questions the resident as to why a Doctor is giving her one instead of a nurse. Thinking quickly, Bill informs her that he is a new Doctor on staff and is very hands-on. She still seems skeptical. Smiling, Bill he quips that he can go and get a nurse if it will make her more comfortable, but he'd rather do it himself, so he can be assured she has the proper care. Rebecca stares at Bill, as he wipes his brow. He seems professional. So, she asks if he will help her get undressed.

He slowly slips her arm out of its sling, revealing a bandaged wrist. Then, he has her lean forward and undoes the back of her gown. Gingerly, she pulls it off and uses it to cover her front as he slides off the boot and places her bruised foot on a pillow. Discreetly pinching the bulge in his scrubs, he walks over to the bath kit. He unscrews a bottle of distilled water, fills the tub, and brings it over to Rebecca's bedside. He puts on some gloves before dampening a wash cloth and putting it over her eyes. This seems strange to Rebecca - no other nurse did it. Bill calmly explains that he thought it would relax her, so she doesn't have to see the other patient in the room while she was naked. Rebecca laughs nervously as she can hear the man snoring softly in the background. She agrees. While they continue to small talk about her hospital stay, her boyfriend, and how he hasn't even bothered to visit her once, Bill gives the girl a sponge bath. He takes great pleasure in wiping and lightly massaging her body, starting from her head and working his way down towards her legs. Remaining professional on the surface, he asks for permission each time he moves into a new area. But, unbeknownst to Rebecca, he slowly removes one of his gloves and pulls out his erect penis. Stroking in between wipes, his breath quickens as he nears her pussy. He asks her if he can spread her legs, so he can clean her genital area. Nervously, she says ok and, taking his hand off his dick, he opens her wide and sees her fully exposed for the first time. He starts to wipe around her pussy.

Rebecca twitches at the cold touch of his fingers and the sponge. There is a long awkward silence before she makes a bad joke about this being the most action she's received in a long time. Bill laughs, telling her he is just doing his job while cautiously removing the other glove. He asks why she doesn't dump her boyfriend, especially after the accident. Rebecca tells him that he is the only man she's ever been with and, even if he is an asshole, he still says he'll marry her one day. Not really listening, Bill informs her he is go inside of her now. She hesitates before saying OK and he sticks his fingers in her, wiggling them around. Why do you have to clean my insides? She asks. Bill, still stroking his dick, tells her that many female patients end up with sores or infections from not properly cleaning themselves. It's customary for a Doctor to do a quick check. He wiggles his fingers some more before pulling out and tucking his dick back inside his scrubs. He turns around, licking his fingers, before grabbing his clipboard and taking some notes. He lets out an audible sigh of concern before the room goes silent. Rebecca slowly pulls the towel off her face and looks at him.

What is it, Doctor? She asks nervously. Did you find something? Bill composes himself again before turning around. Yes, I'm afraid. He says. I felt an abnormality in the cervical region. It could simply be that your cervix is in a low-hanging position due to your limited sexual experience, but it could also be something else much more serious. My concern is whether it is the result of an internal injury from your accident. Rebecca looks panicked. She asks him what, in layman's terms, he means. Wiping his brow again, Bill does his best to calm the patient and explain that a woman's cervix is normally in a higher position relative to the opening of her vagina. Hers is very low, which could be because her organs were damaged during the collision and are now putting pressure on her uterus. The last thing she wants is a rupture! Rebecca looks very anxious before asking how he can be sure. Well, I'm going to recommend a vaginal probe, Bill says matter-of-factly. This will allow me to properly investigate how pliable your cervix is before determining whether an emergency surgery is required. Rebecca nods and asks if he can do it now himself. Bill guides her back down on the bed and assures her that it is a quick procedure. She just needs to be quiet out of respect for the other patients. She asks if it will hurt and he explains that he uses his own body vs. an instrument to keep the pain levels low. Plus, since she's been with her boyfriend before, it shouldn't feel all that different. Just relax and let him do his job. This descends into the BG sex scene where Bill quietly fucks Rebecca just out of earshot of the other patient. He has her carefully move into several positions, to minimize her discomfort with her injuries, and all within the ruse of him checking her cervix. She agrees to each one innocently ... and bravely continues even she is in physical discomfort. In the end, Bill pulls out and cums just outside of her pussy on the bedsheets. Nervous about leaving evidence, he wipes it up and then tells Rebecca that the final step will be a douche to ensure he leaves her fully flushed out. He unwraps a douche from the bath kit and squeezes it inside her swollen pussy. The water seeps out as she asks him if he can now make a proper diagnosis. Wiping her up, Bill tells her that he was able to adjust her cervix into its proper position and that she can be rest assured, there were no internal injuries. He slides the girl's gown back on, puts her foot into its boot, and helps her into her sling. Just as he is about to put her neck brace back on, she asks if its ok for her to rest without it. He smiles and leaves it on the bedside. Get lots of rest Rebecca, he says and quietly exits the room.