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It had been five months since Lily had accidentally hooked up with her cousin and the results had been more than she’d ever could have dreamed. For starters, she’d moved out of her one-bedroom apartment and gotten a shared house with Cassie, George, Teddy, and Tyler on Cedar Street near the edge of town. Quinn kept her old place but was regularly at the group house when she wasn’t touring, always claiming she was just there for the night.

While they avoided such labels as “polycule,” the Cedar Street residents certainly functioned as a cohesive unit. With five of them on the lease, bills and expenses were light, and between Teddy and Cassie’s obsessive cleanliness the house was typically spotless. The “assigned” bedrooms had ended up mostly delineated by storage of personal effects, as they swapped beds and partners as they saw fit. Everyone usually ended up piling into the master bedroom’s two king-sized beds on the weekends. The longer they all lived together, the flimsier any sense of propriety or boundaries became. Within a few weeks of moving in together it became commonplace to see Cassie riding Tyler’s cock in the living room as it was to see Teddy bottoming for George on the couch next to them. There was no sense in being jealous because each partner offered something unique and exciting.

Parties were also a regular occurrence, at least once a month Quinn’s bandmates would come in and raise some hell. And even though the core residents loved each other, new partners were often welcomed into the various bedrooms for hook ups. Peter, the Pink Panther’s drummer, and his boyfriend Mark, had become frequent visitors to see Teddy, Tyler, and George. Lily recalled one evening where she and Cassie had indulged in some mutual masturbation watching the five men fuck each other senseless.

Not to be left out, the next day Lily called up Quinn and Sarah for a little orgy of their own. They’d let the boys watch without touching as they wove a little daisy chain of cunnilingus. Life was amazing, Lily had never felt so alive and full of love. She began taking online coding classes, deciding that being a barista living off her inheritance wasn’t going to last forever. Lily also realized that she could augment her income by streaming some of her sex life. While Cassie and George weren’t keen on becoming internet famous, Quinn and Tyler and Teddy were always down for a session.

Lily’s appearance had changed dramatically in the past few months. She’d gotten a septum piercing and added an industrial bar to the top of her ear. Her hair had been shorn to a cute boyish cut and dyed pink, with a braided rat tail winding down her neck. She’d even gotten a couple of small tattoos on her bicep, nothing extravagant, mostly flowers from a friend of Quinn’s. Between her style of dress and general aesthetic, she epitomized a carefree tomboy style. Now that she was unburdened by trying to blend into the background, the spotlight looked amazing on her. Still ever so submissive in the bedroom, Lily found confidence and comfort in not caring about what was expected of her. She was happy, and only seemed to be getting happier.

And so, from here, up in the clean mountain air, our protagonist found love and acceptance. Her tale isn’t over, as life has a funny way of continuing past any sort of contrived milestone of “happily ever after.”