Entrapment

Bryce looks at Stephanie, a familiar warmth spreading through him. "Sure, coffee sounds good," he says, trying to sound casual. They walk to a nearby café on campus, the autumn air cool against their skin. Stephanie orders a latte, Bryce gets black coffee. They find a quiet table near the window. "So," Stephanie begins, stirring her drink. "What do you think of the college so far?" Bryce shrugs. "It's alright. Different from high school, that's for sure." "I noticed you talking to Paige earlier," Stephanie says, her tone carefully neutral. "I saw her get on the elevator with you." Bryce feels his face heat up. "Yeah, she's here now. Business major, she said." "Business," Stephanie repeats, a hint of something in her voice. "She always was ambitious." They sit in silence for a moment. Bryce can still faintly smell sunscreen, though he knows it's just his imagination playing tricks on him. "Listen, Bryce," Stephanie says, leaning forward. "I know we never really talked about what happened between us. With your aunt and my dad getting divorced, things got complicated. But I've always wondered..." She trails off, looking at him with those same eyes he remembered from years ago. Bryce's phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number. Hey Bryce, it's Paige. Stephanie gave me your number. Hope that's okay. I was thinking maybe we could grab lunch sometime? Just to catch up properly. Bryce looks up from his phone to find Stephanie watching him intently. The café feels smaller suddenly, the air thick with unspoken words. "What is it?" Stephanie asks. Bryce shows her the phone. Stephanie's expression flickers, something unreadable passing across her face. "She works fast," Stephanie says, but there's no malice in her voice. Just a tired sort of acceptance. Outside, the gloomy sky seems to press down on the campus. A few students rush past, their faces hidden under hoods and umbrellas. Despite the overcast weather, Bryce could swear he still catches whiffs of coconut sunscreen drifting through the air. "Are you going to reply?" Stephanie asks. Bryce looks at the message, then at Stephanie, then back at his phone. The decision hangs between them like the clouds overhead.

Bryce leans in slightly, and then he catches it—the unmistakable scent of coconut sunscreen. It's coming from Stephanie. The same sunscreen Paige was wearing earlier. "Do you smell that?" Bryce asks, frowning. "Smell what?" Stephanie replies, but her eyes dart away. "That sunscreen. Coconut. It's the same one Paige was wearing." Stephanie's hand goes to her neck self-consciously. "Oh, that. Yeah, I use it sometimes. It's a popular brand." Bryce shakes his head. "But it's gloomy outside. Why would you be wearing sunscreen today?" Stephanie shrugs, but there's a tension in her shoulders. "I put some on this morning. Force of habit, I guess. Why are you so focused on it?" Bryce doesn't have an answer. He just knows something is off. The scent is too strong, too familiar. It clings to Stephanie the same way it clung to Paige. His phone buzzes again. Another text from Paige: Stephanie said you two are getting coffee. Mind if I join? Bryce looks up at Stephanie. "Did you tell Paige we were here?" Stephanie's face flushes. "I might have mentioned it. I thought it would be nice, the three of us catching up. Like old times." But there's something in her voice that doesn't match her words. A hint of lust, perhaps. Or something else entirely. The coconut scent intensifies, and Bryce feels a strange pull toward Stephanie. The same pull he felt toward Paige earlier. It's confusing, unsettling. He types a reply to Paige: Sure, come join us. Then he sets his phone down and looks at Stephanie, really looks at her. The afternoon light catches her hair, and for a moment, she seems almost ethereal. "What?" Stephanie asks, self-conscious again. "Nothing," Bryce says. "Just... thinking." The café door opens, and in walks Paige, scanning the room until her eyes land on them. She smiles and heads their way, the scent of coconut sunscreen trailing behind her like a ghost.

Paige slides into the booth next to Stephanie, her smile bright but her eyes sharp as she takes in the scene. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," she says, though her tone suggests she knows exactly what she's doing. "Not at all," Stephanie replies, but her voice is tight. "We were just catching up." The coconut scent is now a thick cloud between them, mixing and mingling until Bryce can't tell whose is whose. It's intoxicating and confusing, stirring something primal in him. Paige leans forward, her gaze locking with Bryce's. "So, did you miss me, cousin?" The word "cousin" drips with irony, a reminder of their forbidden connection. Before Bryce can answer, Stephanie cuts in. "We were actually just about to leave. I have a class in twenty minutes." Bryce notices she doesn't look at him when she says it. Her hand is trembling slightly as she gathers her bag. "Don't leave on my account," Paige says, her smile never wavering. "I was hoping we could all hang out." Stephanie's eyes finally meet Bryce's, and he sees something there—a plea, or perhaps a warning. The scent of sunscreen intensifies, and for a split second, he imagines he can see a faint shimmer in the air around Stephanie, like heat rising off asphalt. "I'll stay," Bryce says, surprising himself. "We can catch up properly." Stephanie's face falls, but she nods stiffly. "Fine. I'll text you later, Bryce." She stands and brushes past Paige, leaving a trail of coconut in her wake. Paige watches her go, then turns to Bryce with a knowing look. "She's hiding something, isn't she?" Bryce frowns. "What do you mean?" Paige shrugs, but her eyes are serious. "Just a feeling. That scent... it's not normal, Bryce. It's like it's following her." The café feels suddenly colder, and Bryce shivers despite himself. He looks at Paige, really looks at her, and wonders if she's the one who's real, or if the ghost of coconut sunscreen is just the beginning of something far stranger.

Last night, in the coed bathroom.

Paige had found Stephanie alone. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Stephanie stood at the sink, her hands gripping the porcelain edge. She had been avoiding Paige all day, but somehow, she knew this moment was inevitable. The door clicked shut behind her, and Stephanie's reflection showed a flicker of fear before Paige's arms wrapped around her from behind. "You've been running from me all day," Paige whispered, her breath warm against Stephanie's ear. The scent of coconut sunscreen filled the small space, thick and cloying. "I don't know what you want," Stephanie managed, but her voice wavered. Paige's hands slid down Stephanie's arms, tracing the curve of her hips. "I think you do., adter all 2 more, snd youll be like me" Stephanie's breath caught as Paige pressed closer, her body molding against hers. The coconut scent intensified, and Stephanie felt her resistance crumbling, her thoughts becoming hazy and indistinct. Paige's lips brushed against her neck, soft and deliberate. "You've been feeling it too, haven't you? The pull. The connection. To master alexander..you watched him and me , and even joined in..the first of 3 bites happened afterwards, as my third and finaly turning bite followed." Stephanie wanted to say no, to push her away, but her body betrayed her. She leaned back into Paige's embrace, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's okay," Paige murmured, her voice a hypnotic lullaby. "Let yourself feel it." The bathroom seemed to spin around them, the tiles blurring into a haze of white and blue. Stephanie's mind grew foggy, filled only with the scent of coconut and the warmth of Paige's touch. Paige turned her around slowly, their faces inches apart. "Look at me," she commanded softly, and Stephanie obeyed, her eyes locking with Paige's. There was something in Paige's gaze—a shimmer, a depth that seemed to pull Stephanie in. She couldn't look away, didn't want to look away. Paige's lips met hers, and Stephanie melted into the kiss, her last coherent thought dissolving into the coconut-scented air. When they finally broke apart, Stephanie's eyes were glazed, her expression dreamy and compliant. "From now on," Paige said, her voice low and possessive, "you'll do what I say. Won't you, Stephanie?" Stephanie nodded slowly, a vacant smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Paige." "Good." Paige stroked her cheek, then stepped back. "Now, tomorrow, I want you to text Bryce. Tell him you're getting coffee. And make sure you're wearing that coconut sunscreen." Stephanie nodded again, already reaching for her phone.

back in the present

In the café, Paige sat across from Bryce, her smile knowing and satisfied. She had Stephanie exactly where she wanted her—entranced, obedient, and completely under her control. As Stephanie walked away from their table, Paige watched her go, then turned her attention back to Bryce. "So," Paige said, leaning forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now that she's gone, we can talk. Really talk." The coconut scent seemed to intensify around her, and Bryce found himself leaning in, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Paige's smile widened, and she reached across the table to touch his hand. "About us, Bryce, you, me and Stephanie Ryan. About what happens next." Her touch sent a jolt through him, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the scent of coconut wrapping around them like a cocoon. Bryce knew he should pull away, should ask questions, should understand what was happening. But the scent was intoxicating, and Paige's eyes held a promise he couldn't resist. "I'm listening," he heard himself say. And Paige began to weave her seductive spell.

Her voice dropped to a silken whisper, each word wrapping around Bryce's consciousness like a warm tide. "You felt it the moment you saw me again, didn't you? That pull in your chest. That familiar warmth that made your skin tingle." Bryce nodded, unable to form words. The café around them seemed to fade, the chatter of other customers becoming distant white noise. "The sunscreen isn't just sunscreen, Bryce. It's a conduit. A way to share something special between us. Between all three of us now." Paige's fingers traced lazy circles on his palm. "Stephanie understands. She's accepted what she will become after 2 more." "What is she becoming?, after 2 morewhat?" Bryce's voice came out as barely a whisper. "A vampire vuxen, or sexpire.....The first of many who will join us., she has 2 more bites though, it takes 3 to turn" Paige's eyes shimmered with that otherworldly depth. "And you, Bryce, you're to recive yourfirst." She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I need you to trust me. To let go of everything you think you know about the world, about what's possible. Can you do that?" Bryce's phone buzzed. He glanced down to see a text from Stephanie: "I'm waitung for you both in my dorm tonight...i hope you let paige enlighten you as i have been." "See?" Paige smiled, sitting back. "She's already learning. Already accepting." Bryce looked from the phone to Paige's face. The coconut scent enveloped him, warm and familiar and undeniably arousing. "What happens next?" "Next, you come with me. We neet her tonight and together, we fuck..after that ill gift tou your fitst bite, binding you t my master as Stephanie is" Paige stood, extending her hand. "Are you ready, cousin?" Bryce took her hand, feeling the warmth spread up his arm and into his chest. "Yes," he heard himself say, the word feeling both foreign and inevitable. Paige's smile widened, two 6 in fangs showing in her mouth as she led him out of the café, the coconut scent trailing behind them like a promise of things to come.

They walked through the campus in silence, Bryce's hand still in Paige's, her warmth seeping into him with every step. The evening air carried the fading scent of coconut, mingling with the cool breeze. Students passed them, oblivious to the supernatural bond forming between the three of them. Paige led him to a dorm building on the edge of campus, older and quieter than the others. She pulled out a keycard and swiped them through the main door, then guided him up three flights of stairs to a door at the end of the hall. Room 312. She knocked twice, a soft pattern. The door swung open, and Stephanie stood there, her eyes glassy and dreamy, she was completely naked , a faint smile on her lips. She was wearing the same coconut sunscreen, the scent now overwhelming in the small hallway. "Paige," Stephanie breathed, stepping aside to let them in. "Bryce. I've been waiting." The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on every surface, casting dancing shadows on the walls. A large bed dominated the center, covered in dark silk sheets. The air was thick with the coconut scent, heady and intoxicating. Paige released Bryce's hand and walked to Stephanie, cupping her face gently. "You've done well, my sweet. Are you ready to share?" Stephanie's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into Paige's touch. "Yes. I'm ready." Paige turned to Bryce, her eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight. "Come " Bryce's feet moved of their own accord, drawing him closer until he stood before them, the two women now side by side. Paige took his hand and placed it on Stephanie's waist, then pressed her own body against his back. "Tonight, we share our bidys," Paige whispered against his ear, her breath warm and laced with that hypnotic scent. "And then you'll receive the furst bite" bryce sees a mark on Stephanie's pussy lips. The master gave her her first bite right their" mews Paige pointing to Stephanie's cunt. And the mark on the pussy lips. Stephanie's hands came up to cup Bryce's face, her lips meeting his in a slow, deep kiss. The coconut taste flooded his senses, and he felt himself sinking into her, losing all sense of time and space. Behind him, Paige's arms wrapped around his chest, her fangs grazing his neck. "Let go, Bryce. Let me in."

In one fluid motion, Paige stepped back and peeled off her clothes, revealing her naked body beneath. Her skin glowed in the candlelight, and the coconut scent seemed to intensify around her, filling the room with its intoxicating presence. She moved closer to Bryce, her body pressing against his back, her breasts flattening against his shoulder blades. "Now you see all of me, as well" she whispered, her voice a silken promise. "And soon, you'll feel all of me and Stephanie." Stephanie's hands continued to explore Bryce's chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his shirt. She pulled back from the kiss, her eyes hazy with desire and submission. "Let her take you," Stephanie murmured. "It's so beautiful. So right." Paige's hands slid around Bryce's waist, her fingers working at his belt. "Tonight, you become ours," she breathed against his neck. The belt came undone, and Paige's hands slipped beneath his clothes, her touch electric on his skin. She guided him toward the bed, Stephanie following close behind, her body pressed against Bryce's side. They tumbled onto the silk sheets in a tangle of limbs, binding them together. Paige straddled Bryce, her naked form silhouetted against the candlelight, her eyes glowing with ancient hunger. "Are you ready for your first bite, cousin?" she asked, her fangs elongating, gleaming in the dim light. "Ready toguve your self to master alexander as Stephanie did , and i?" Bryce looked up at her, at Stephanie beside him, her body marked with the master's claim. The scent was overwhelming, the desire consuming. "Yes," he breathed. "I'm ready." Paige leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin. "Then let go," she whispered. "And let me in." Her fangs sank deep, and Bryce felt the world dissolve into a haze of pleasure.