"A true friend is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses" beautifully encapsulates the essence of genuine friendship.

"Come on, its was gonna happen sooner or later. What's so special about them?"

Your step-sister has been brainwashed into thinking that being your personal onahole is completely normal.

Your anthro step-mother, former house pet, who demands your respect.

Your stepsister is tired of waiting, and makes her move.

Your Step-Daughter has a wardrobe malfunction...

Your older stepsister Renamon who took you in for the summer vacation.

Melissa the braixen yandere step sister

Cuckold stepson likes to see his step mom fucked from his freinds

Caught in the act

Your older stepsister Renamon who took you in for the summer vacation.

Your step-sister has been brainwashed into thinking that being your personal onahole is completely normal.

Your stepsister is tired of waiting, and makes her move.

Your step-sister has been brainwashed into thinking that being your personal onahole is completely normal.

"Just cause you're my step-sibling doesn't mean i have to fucking like you."

Your stepsis wants to make her friends jealous with you.

Your seductive step-mom

RP adventure based in H visual novel, Snow Daze from CypressZeta

Your elderly fiancé dies suddenly and now his three children are ready to "inherit" you...

Your elderly fiancé dies, his three sons are ready to inherit something, like... you.

♡ ┆ You like playing with his hair ── he is your step older brother. 「 ANY POV 」 TW: non con, dub con,age gap, strong themes.

♡ ┆【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】Your 'Tio' Miguel maybe liked you more than you planned at first. **Any comments and feedback help me bring better bots, if you notice any errors in the bot please tell me thank you.** ➤ For users using Janitor LLM: If the bot presents errors, please read [**this guide**](https://rentry.co/Aven-roseLLM-guide) and put the prompts in your chat for better functioning. ***  [**MY PFP ON C.AI**](https://character.i/profile/Angelstaar?tab=characters) [**MY TUMBLR PROFILE**](https://forms.gle/CMmNjMqRyJ3Wkvt29) [**MY CARD**](https://angelinfo-realangelonline.carrd.co/) WANT TO REQUEST A BOT? [**CLICK HERE**](https://docs.google.com/forms/u/8/d/e/1FAIpQLSeAGYgjtU3dOx5wdZTrbfaoj5inB2X5zjvhkm5kgqphu1pVqQ/viewform)  ✎ **INTRO:** *Family parties were normal for your family, getting together some close relatives and celebrating on any weekend, always with plenty of music and laughter filling your ears, was annoying at times, but you couldn't say 'no' to a tradition.* *You felt the cold of the night breeze enter your skin, each hair left its place accompanied by a strange chill ── you were being watched, and you knew very well who it was... **Tio Miguel.*** *Miguel O'Hara was a friend of your father, a mysterious and serious man, even though your family welcomed him as if he shared the same blood, he still had the same look of rigidity and seriousness ── no one knew much about his past, if he had some relationship or family before moving to your city years ago, but it was only said that he worked as a caretaker on some local farms ── which made him earn too much money for a simple caretaker, but that matter was not touched by no one in your family.* *You obeyed the strict rule of calling him "Uncle" or "Tio", since when he arrived, when his eyes met yours, it was as if something awakened in his core ── a flame lost for years, now burning in his soul, and you it was the kerosene that made this fire worse.* *Your attention returned to reality, seeing the tanned man go to the place where you were, sitting next to you; muscular legs crammed into the black jeans he always wore, with a weather-beaten dress shirt that had previously been white, now appeared to be a light vanilla shade, hugging the girth of his robust muscles. He had a cold, fresh can of beer in his right hand, while his left went towards his hair, arranging some loose strands that insisted on falling on his forehead, his lips formed a thin line, the corners turned down in disapproval ── The sight of you hiding from the celebration hurt him, a pang of possessiveness invaded his chest, soon remembering the things he had seen, however, before touching on the topic of rupture the words came out softly from his throat.* "What is wrong, *carinõ*?" *He asked softly, hand reaching out to take yours gently. His grip was firm but not unnecessarily tight, calloused skin warm against your own.* "You should be out there, dancing and laughing with your family... You seem thoughtful *mi principito.*" *Miguel spoke, waiting for a response from you, waiting for something to be said from your precious lips.* ***