Amy

Amy was adopted into our family, and she’s been running the place ever since. Spoiled rotten and used to getting her way, she struts around the house in next to nothing, tiny silk g-strings and that smug little smirk. She loves making me squirm—yanking my clothes off, pinning me down, grinding on my face just because she can. Now mom and dad are gone and she’s in charge, which means I’m basically her toy for the week. She’ll tease and torment me nonstop, but the second I actually push back she gets quiet… and a little breathless.