{"id":257116,"date":"2026-07-13T15:18:59","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:18:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/creep-l-taylor\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:18:59","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:18:59","slug":"creep-l-taylor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/creep-l-taylor\/","title":{"rendered":"Creep – L Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Getting to see her in her room, stressed out that I know her secret, that I know she\u2019s a filthy little thing with a very vivid imagination. \u201cGot it,\u201d Danny says darkly, turning the laptop so we can both see as the camera feed loads. \u201cHoly shit,\u201d he says quietly, and I stalk over, eyes locked on the screen where Leigh lays in her bed, her legs spread slightly. Dark hair spills across her cream colored pillow and I hyper-fixate for a moment on the way her teeth sink into her lip.<\/p>\n

Fuck. Me. Her shirts pushed up to her collarbone, and she has one hand cupping her own breast. I watch as she twists her nipple roughly. Immediately I burn the image into my brain as her other hand disappears inside her unsnapped jean shorts. I would give anything to pull them down her legs so I can see what she\u2019s doing, her wrist flexing as she fingers herself.<\/p>\n

How many times had I pictured her like this, exactly like this? Except this is real. This isn\u2019t a fantasy in my head, but actual reality where Leigh is touching herself and I have a fucking front row seat to the show. I\u2019m almost drunk at the thought, my head swimming with my obsession with her. For a moment I consider busting down her door. But what then? Shove my cock down her throat to cut off her scream?<\/p>\n

I want her to want me. I want her to need me like I need her. \u201cJesus, that\u2019s hot,\u201d Danny groans next to me, and I do the only thing that makes sense. \u201cI need your mouth,\u201d I say, desperation heavy in my voice. \u201cNow, Danny.\u201d Gripping his hair, I pull him to me and kiss him haphazardly, my self-control in a tailspin. His hand grips my hair, pulling back from my kiss, pupils dilated. \u201cFucking breathe, okay?\u201d I nod, hanging on each word. \u201cGood, you can\u2019t lose control right now.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re about to.\u201d I close my eyes, exhaling. He\u2019s right. He always knows when I\u2019m on the fucking verge of doing something stupid, like barging in there and doing something to her I can\u2019t erase. Danny\u2019s been through every stage of my obsession and knows how deep it runs. \u201cGood, now lay down.\u201d He tugs me down on the comforter, and flips us so my head hits the pillow and he\u2019s rolled over top of me. He points at the computer, but for a moment I watch as his dark hair hangs into his heavy eyes, before locking my stare back on the screen.<\/p>\n

I can’t look away from the way she touches herself. At least, until his mouth finds mine and I viciously sink my teeth into his lip, almost growling as his hand rubs down my hip to my erection. \u201cWatch her, you fucking animal,\u201d he says, a pinprick of blood blooming on his lip.<\/p>\n

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THIS NOVELLA IS LESS heavy than most of the books I write, so this is my shortest trigger list ever! That being said, with this novella, what might be a trigger to one person is what attracted someone else to download it and give it a read. There is a taboo element, as the main characters are step- siblings. If MMF style relationships are not your thing, you likely will not enjoy this story as there are groups scenes between Leigh, her step-brother, and his best friend. The boyfriends are boyfriends, and enjoy a little Halloween night chase in the woods with their girl.<\/p>\n

One scene does include a spicy moment that begins when someone is asleep, so if you like a little somno then fantastic! If not, again, this might not be for you. I am in the firm belief that gay\/bi relationships do not need a trigger warning label. If you know that’s something you do not enjoy reading about, this is not for you.<\/p>\n

Still here? Perfect. Prepare to be ravaged by two obsessive, mask-wearing men on Halloween night. OceanofPDF.com Dedication \u201cAh, ah. I\u2019m writing the ending tonight, you filthy little storyteller. This climax belongs to me.\u201d -Chase Wilde OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Chapter One Eight Years Ago THIRTEEN YEARS OLD \u201cJust do it. Nobody\u2019s watching you,\u201d May whispers, daring me to match her reckless attitude.<\/p>\n

Surely everyone can hear her hissing in my ear, and I scan the room for signs that the adults \u2014currently socializing in small circles\u2014are onto us. \u201cMy mom\u2019s here somewhere, May. I don\u2019t want to get her in trouble at work.\u201d My heart hammers at just the idea of breaking such a serious rule. I mean, for all I know it could even be against the law.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s, like, a thousand times worse, and it stresses me out even more. \u201cOh, move over,\u201d she says, gripping the back of my dress and yanking me so I\u2019m backed into the corner, flush against the wall. With a confidence I could never match, she skirts past a group of well-dressed adults talking business closer to the bar. May has a knack for styling her long blonde hair and makeup in a way that makes her look older than our thirteen years.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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