Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 36-37

I am 19 and a freshman at a local university from my parents house so I could save money and stay home instead of renting an apartment on my crappy part time job. Which still leaves me living with my mom, step dad and younger step sister, Destiny, who is still in high school, albeit 18 and a senior gearing up to graduate. She and I are close, though we never thought about pursuing our relationship very far. We friendly towards each other and got along but we never spent much time together outside of living together or family functions. We knew each other since we were 9 and 10, when our parents started dating and then got married a couple years later. At the time of this event I was 5'10", 180 pounds, and short brown hair. while in high school I played sports, though not so much anymore. Destiny at this time was 120 pounds, also had brown hair, long, Down to past her shoulders. She had 38 B cup size and a pretty thin, curvy body due to her constantly working out as well. Dur

A lazy boring day, nothing to do on a Saturday night. I hear keys jingling as my boyfriend gets home from the store. The door swings open. Labeled bags from the nearby store are set down on the table as he walks through the room. He proceeds to put them away, only for me to stop him. I step over to him, "Aiden, I got it!" I reach over to the first bag, only for him to stop me. "Is there something wrong?" "I got you a gift Kaira, just close your eyes." He smiles as I close my eyes. He walks me back over to the couch and I sit down. I hear the sounds of paper ripping and a metallic clatter on the counter as he curses under his breath. "Having a hard time opening that?" I giggle. He grunts as I hear the pop of plastic. "Nah, couldn't find the scissors, I got it though." I hear the sound of Aiden's footsteps on the tile as he approaches me. "Are you ready?" he questions. I nod. I suddenly feel the feeling of metal chains

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