CHAPTER 1: DADDY’S DESSERT
AVA’S POV
(WARNING: ADOPTED FAMILY INCEST AND DUBIOUS CONSENT!)
The turkey was still warm when Daddy’s c**k split me open on the dining table, but the real feast was just beginning.
Let’s go back to the beginning.
I’ve always been the one who thinks things through. The Harper who reads Kant for fun, who organizes charity drives with color-coded spreadsheets, who believes in boundaries like they’re sacred.
Adopted at fourteen into this loud, loving chaos of a family, I learned to police myself early.
Skirt lengths measured, hugs timed, questions about why Mom’s hands lingered on my hips filed under just affectionate.
Grant, Dad, ruled with quiet authority, his ex-military frame a wall I never dared lean on too hard.
Lydia, Mom, ruled with softness,
