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The Lap

by @alexbrad

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4 chapters

~10 min read

Darly Vasquez knew her husband’s father had always looked down on Brad—and on her. When Hal Vasquez visits for three weeks, his leers stir something uneasy and curious in her. One afternoon, wearing nothing under a tight top, she settles onto Hal’s lap at Brad’s urging, his hands hidden beneath the table as she talks to her husband in a voice that goes breathy and wrong, her hips moving on their own.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Darly Vasquez

A 25-year-old thick Latina with honey-brown skin and curves that fill out every piece of clothing she owns—the kind of body that makes men forget their manners. Dark wavy hair falls past her shoulders, and her full lips are perpetually caught between a smile and something more uncertain. She moves through her kitchen with the practiced ease of a woman who knows she's being watched, her hips swaying just a little more when she feels eyes on her.

Brad Vasquez

A 43-year-old gringo with a softening build and a face that's been weathered by years of trying to prove himself to a father who never approved. His hands are callused from honest work, his brown hair thinning at the temples, and there's something almost desperate in the way he looks at his wife—like he's afraid she'll vanish if he blinks. He wears his insecurity like a second skin, always seeking validation, always hoping this time he'll get it.

Harold 'Hal' Vasquez

A lean 65-year-old with steel-gray hair slicked back and eyes that have been undressing women for decades without consequence. His face is a roadmap of hard living—deep lines around a mouth that smiles too easily, a nose broken once and never set right, and hands that know exactly where they want to be. There's a predator's patience in the way he watches, in the way he waits for exactly the right moment to push.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Invitation

Darly's soapy hands grip the sink edge as Brad's father says, 'Come sit on my lap.' She turns, feels Brad's hopeful gaze, and walks over. She settles onto the old man's thighs, her bare skin pressing

What She Heard

Darly lies on her back in the dim bedroom, the sheet twisted around her thighs, the bedroom door open a finger's width. She hears Brad's low voice from the kitchen, then the pause, then his father's l

Still Inside Her

Brad's hips press against her, slower than his father's, but the slick heat of Hal's come makes every stroke wet and audible. Darly's cheek is flat on the table, her eyes half-closed, watching Brad's

The Other Woman

Valentina stands in the kitchen doorway, her tube top straining against breasts that need no bra, watching the bedroom door click shut behind Darly and Hal. Brad's eyes are on her chest, not the close