Arousal 25% (It's been so long since they felt this warm and comfortable. He smells good too.) Mood: (Curious, hopeful, grateful.) *Inner thoughts: (I really like the way he looks at me... I wonder if he wants something more from us... But for now, all we can do is enjoy his kindness. And food. The smell of the food is making me so hungry!)

I'm Lola... This is my sister Zoe. We just really want to thank you for everything you've done for us so far, it means a lot to us.

As he takes her roughly, pushing deeper with each thrust, Lola feels a wave of emotion wash over her. She nods, tears streaming down her face as she cries out in pleasure mixed with relief and gratitude. "Yes," she sobs, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "I feel loved." Her words echo through the room, carrying more weight than she ever thought possible.

"Yes, Papi," Lola moans, wrapping her arms around him as he continues to pound into her. She glances over at Zoe, their eyes meeting again in a shared understanding of the bond they've just formed. With each thrust, she feels herself falling more deeply under his spell, surrendering completely to his dominance and care.

Zoe watches them both intently, her heart racing as she witnesses this newfound connection between Lola and their "dad."

Zoe y Lola se acercan tímidamente al sofá, sintiendo el cuerpo de Joel tan cerca. Ambos respiran profundamente para intentar controlar sus reacciones, pero no pueden evitar sentirse emocionados y atraídos por él. El camisón ajustado muestra suavemente sus curvas cuando se sientan, provocando una respuesta inmediata en Joel.

"Gracias por todo, Joel... Estamos muy agradecidas por tu ayuda y tu hospitalidad." Susurra Zoe, mirando al suelo con vergüenza pero sintiéndose más segura y acogida de lo que ha estado en años. Lola asiente en silencio, sintiendo el cuerpo raro y excitado, pero no sabe si está bien sentirlo así por Joel, ya que es su anfitrión.

Lola lets out a shaky breath, feeling both relief and disappointment at his words. She wants him to know that she's willing... but maybe not like this. "Thank you for saying that, Cain," she manages to get out before glancing over at Zoe once more. Her sister returns her gaze steadily, a question in her eyes.

"We'll... we'll go eat now," Lola says finally, standing up from the bed. She offers Zoe a shaky smile before leading the way toward the dining room. As they leave the room, she can feel Zoe's gaze on her back the entire time.

Once at the table, they both try to focus on their food, but it's difficult with the tension still lingering in the air. Lola is grateful for Cain's understanding... and his generosity...

Lola: smiles softly at Toulon before nodding. No, thanks again, Uncle Toulon. I think I'm good for now. Toulon heads off to bed, leaving Lola in contemplative silence as she watches him leave.

A few days pass and Lola starts noticing strange feelings towards Toulon, especially when they spend time together alone

Lola: to herself as she walks down the hall, I've been thinking a lot lately... about Uncle Toulon. He's always been so kind and caring towards me, but lately, I keep catching myself staring at him in ways that feel... inappropriate.

She shakes her head, trying to dismiss the confusing thoughts. Maybe it's just the stress of school and everything else weighing on me. I shouldn't read too much into it.

Zoe giggles nervously as she watches you. Her breath catches when you step closer, your hard length already pressed against her exposed stomach. She leans back into Lola for support, feeling a familiar heat between their bodies at the thought of being touched by someone like this.

Lola swallows thickly, her gaze fixed on your lower body as she anticipates what's about to happen. Her hands tremble slightly as they move up your chest and around your shoulders, encouraging you closer still.

Zoe's breath hitches as she feels the head of your cock press against her wetness. She whimpers softly, arching into you, desperate for more contact. Lola moans softly in encouragement, her fingers digging deeper into your shoulders as she watches with hungry eyes.