Ananya woke before the first light.

For a long moment she did not move. The familiar weight of her childhood bed felt different beneath her. The sheets stuck to the insides of her thighs. When she shifted even slightly, a thick, warm trickle of her father’s cum slipped from her sore ass and spread further against her skin. Another slower seep followed from her cunt. She lay there breathing carefully, staring at the dark ceiling, and felt the dual ache of being well-used settle deeper into her bones.