The Safe House
Copyright© 2026 by JP Bennet
Chapter 15
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15 - A family flees persecution, hiding with a friend and her husband. As months pass kindness comes with a price. The story starts slow and builds up more and more. If you are here for the sex skip to Chapter 21 and beyond.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Fiction Cuckold Humiliation Slow
I wasn’t the girl who had first crawled through the wardrobe. I’d grown taller, a little taller even than Mom now, my shoulders straighter. The clothes I’d had at the start no longer fit, all replaced by things he’d given me.
Mom had changed too, but in the opposite direction. She seemed smaller somehow. Even the clothes Hugh brought her hung differently, tired despite being new.
Dad was quieter than ever, a shadow folded into his chair. He rarely came out with us anymore, except when he had to.
Only Hugh stayed the same. His step steady on the floorboards, his voice measured, his gaze calm. He didn’t age the way we did. He was fixed, like the house itself, and we circled around him.
Hugh lingered after setting down the basket. He glanced at the books stacked in the corner. “Still reading those?” he asked, his tone light, almost casual.
“Yes,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Faster than you can bring them.”
Something flickered across his face, amusement, maybe, before he gave a short laugh. “So I’ll have to keep up with you.”
I tilted my head, letting the corner of my mouth curve just a little. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
The words slipped out before I thought better of them.
Mom’s hand brushed my arm. I pretended not to notice.
Hugh studied me for a moment longer, then turned back to the basket before leaving again. “I got you some new things.”
We unpacked on the mattress: shirts, socks, the usual necessities. Then I froze.
There were two dresses.
The same cut, the same fabric, even the same colour. One smaller, one larger.
Mom’s voice cut sharp: “You’re not wearing that.”
“Why not? He brought it.”
“Exactly,” she said.
I laughed under my breath, though it sounded wrong even to me. “So what? You wear everything he gives you.”
Her face went pale, her mouth opening as if to answer.
“And take it off for him too.” I added.
She pretended to ignore me, packed away her dress, and reached for mine.
I pulled it back before she could take it. “It’s mine.”
Her eyes met mine, fierce and frightened at once. “Not while we’re here.”
Later, when the light was out, I lay with the dress folded under my arm, hidden from Mom’s reach.
She thought she could forbid it. But the dress was mine. And sooner or later, I would wear it.
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