Chapter 3

Mia sat on the floor in front of the storage bin, legs tucked under her, surrounded by two dozen mini DV tapes spread out like tarot cards. Her brows furrowed in concentration, golden ponytail bobbing as she scanned each label.

Kurt sat on the bed behind her, watching her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world. The way her lips pursed, her shoulders tensed, her entire body focused—it was impossible not to stare.

“Come on ... come on...” she muttered.

Then—

“FOUND IT!”

Her voice lit up like fireworks. She spun around and grinned at him, flushed and gleaming. Her fingers shook as she popped the tape into the camcorder and powered it on. Kurt scooted to her side, their thighs almost touching.

The screen came to life with a flicker and a soft whir.

Home video.

The lake house.

Sunlight, green trees, the shimmer of water in the background. A few adults stood near the veranda, holding drinks, half-naked. The women were topless, wearing only sarongs on their hips. Their bodies were sun-warmed and loose, glowing with wine and laughter.

Dad’s voice behind the camera: “What’s your name again, beautiful?”

The camera zoomed in on a breathtaking woman—silver-blonde hair in a messy updo, full lips, sparkling eyes, and the kind of breasts sculptors dream of.

“I am Sheena, Queen of the Jungle,” she replied in a teasing purr.

Next to her, a tall, handsome man laughed. “That makes me Tarzan, I guess.”

“Eva and Carl,” Mom said off-camera, amused. “First time here with us. The Lundteigens brought them.”

Then came the voice—instantly recognizable.

“They’ll knock your socks off,” said Doctor Lundteigen.

Carl looked down. “My socks are already off.”

Doctor Lundteigen chuckled. “Yeah? Just wait till you’re in bed with Eva.”

The screen jumped.

Now they were inside.

Bedroom. Dim light. The sheets were a mess of skin and motion. Dad was on top of Eva, guiding her hips in rhythm, his face flushed. Mom lay pressed against Eva’s side, lips sealed around her nipple, sucking slow and steady. Her fingers traced a path down Eva’s glistening skin, their bodies moving together in a rhythm both tender and raw.

Carl knelt nearby, watching closely, his eyes hungry and hands not idle.

Doctor Lundteigen’s voice again, off-screen: “What’d I tell you?”

Dad groaned. “She’s unbelievable. So wet. So tight.”

Eva’s voice was low and ragged. “Yes—don’t stop. Please...”

Carl shifted forward, positioning himself at the foot of the bed. He took Mom’s ankles gently, placed her feet in his lap, and began to stroke his cock against her arches—slow, worshipful, savoring the feel of her skin.

Mom didn’t look up. Her mouth was still latched to Eva’s nipple, lips sealed around the swollen peak like she couldn’t get enough. Her hand moved lower, sliding between Eva’s thighs. Fingers found her clit—wet, throbbing—and she circled it with firm, steady pressure.

Eva gasped, arching into both of them. Her hands clutched the sheets. “Oh god ... yes...”

Dad thrust harder, groaning against Eva’s neck. The bed creaked. The air was thick with breath and skin and heat.

Mia paused the tape.

The screen froze on a moment of flushed skin, tangled limbs, and glossy eyes.

She stared at the screen, unmoving.

So did Kurt.

They didn’t speak.

Not yet.

Mia hadn’t moved since pausing the tape. Her thumb hovered near the playback button, but her eyes were somewhere else—on Kurt’s lap.

He shifted uncomfortably, thighs tensing beneath his jeans. The bulge pressing against his fly was impossible to ignore.

“You look uncomfortable,” Mia said, voice soft but teasing. “Are you wearing underwear?”

Kurt nodded, a little flushed. “Yeah.”

Mia laughed, eyes sparkling. “Damn. I was hoping you weren’t.”

They both laughed—nervous, hot, almost shy.

Then Mia stood, wiggled out of her shorts with a sexy little twist of her hips, and knelt between his knees. Her fingers unbuttoned his jeans, playful and slow, eyes on his face as she pulled them down and off.

“Wow,” she said, sitting back on her heels.

The tent in his white briefs was obscene. A dark spot of precum bloomed right at the tip, spreading into the fabric like a signal flare.

Mia glanced down at herself. Her panties had their own dark patch, wide and glistening.

“Smoke and beer?” she asked.

Kurt swallowed. “Too many cigarettes are—”

“We’ll share one,” she interrupted. “Come on.”