Ivy Andrews in New House Rules Part 1

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My significant other, Cory Pursue, is showing our step-little girl around our fresh out of the box new house. Ivy Andrews is wearing a green dress while Cory is wearing a white and dark plaid dress. ‘How might I thank you for purchasing this wonderful new house?!’ Ivy asks her step-mother. Cory grasps Ivy’s hand and carries her into the new lounge room. Cory plunks down on their fresh out of the plastic new white, cowhide sofa, and she spreads her legs before her step-little girl; She likewise hauls her huge tits free from her dress.

Ivy licks and sucks on her step-mother’s clit until she has a climax! She calculates that this is an effective method for showing her much obliged! After Cory cums, she needs to give back to her step-little girl. Cory begins to strip Ivy, and she plays with her areolas while they kiss. Cory eats Ivy’s pussy out until she cums too. ‘How about you put a bonus extraordinary on for Luke?’ Cory recommends to Ivy.

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The old house at the end of the street had always been a source of curiosity for Ivy Andrews. She remembered watching the graffiti-covered walls from her bedroom window, the way ivy climbed over the crumbling bricks like a natural veil covering the secrets within. But after years of neglect and rumors of hauntings, the property had been bought by a wealthy family. Now, she stood outside, clutching a rusted key, heart racing with anticipation.

Ivy had grown up on tales of the mysterious Chase family, a name entwined with both glamour and scandal. Cory Chase, the youngest son, had always been a shadow lurking at the fringes of Ivy’s childhood. She was two years younger and had only caught glimpses of him through the chaos of neighborhood parties and school events. With his tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, he was the boy who both fascinated and frightened her.

As Ivy pushed open the creaking door, dust motes danced in the sunlight filtering through grimy windows, illuminating forgotten corners filled with cobwebs. The air was thick with memories, each room whispering stories she longed to uncover. With each step deeper into the house, nostalgia wrapped around her like a warm, familiar blanket, but a thrill ran up her spine. Change was in the air; she could feel it.

Ivy’s parents had just moved them to town after inheriting the Chase estate. The terms of the inheritance were peculiar—according to family lore, certain “New House Rules” dictated how the inhabitants should live in harmony with the house and with each other. Ivy had dismissed them as nonsense, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that some truth lingered beneath the eccentricities.

She opened the door to the study. It was lined with dark wood, ancient texts, and intriguing trinkets. But what caught her gaze most was the worn leather chair facing a fireplace, its seat barely thin with age—Cory’s chair. Her breath caught as she pictured him there, lost in thought, the weight of legacy pressing on his shoulders.

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A soft shuffle behind her sent her heart racing. Ivy turned quickly. Cory stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette a dark contrast against the sunlight. He was taller than she remembered and wore an enigmatic smile, as though he held a secret just for her.

“I didn’t know you were back,” he said, stepping inside. His voice was smooth and comforting like a melody she had yearned to hear again.

“I just arrived. This place—it’s incredible,” Ivy replied, glancing around nervously.

Cory stepped closer, inspecting the room. “It is, but it comes with its quirks. Have you heard about the rules?”

Ivy shook her head, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

He leaned against the door frame, arms casually crossed. “Family stories. Depending on your relationship with the house—and with me—it dictates how things unfold. The walls have ears, Ivy. They’ll know the truth.”

A playful smile tugged at Cory’s lips, but Ivy felt a flutter of apprehension and thrill at the same time. “What if I don’t believe in rules or legends? What can they actually do?”

“Good question,” he mused, stepping forward. “If we break them, well… let’s just say the house has a way of balancing the scales. It keeps us in check. For example,” he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “one rule states that whoever shares their deepest secret must be willing to embrace the truth about themselves.”

The air thickened, and Ivy felt the intensity of his gaze pierce through her. She suddenly felt vulnerable, electrified by the tension bubbling beneath the surface. The prospect of unveiling her truth to him made her skin tingle.

“What’s yours?” she challenged, half teasing, half fearful of what he might reveal.

Cory hesitated, his expression shifting momentarily, becoming serious. “I hide behind this smirk. I’m not as carefree as I appear. Life here, carrying the Chase name, it comes with expectations. I’m more than just a pretty face, Ivy.”

She marveled at his honesty. It was charming and disarming, the way his bravado crumbled to expose an aching heart beneath.

“Maybe I’m hiding something too,” she offered, her voice barely above a whisper. The gravity of sharing secrets resonated in the air—the weight of vulnerability dancing tantalizingly between them.

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As the sun dipped lower, shadows creeped across the room, enveloping them in a warm, intimate embrace. “Perhaps,” he breathed, leaning in, their eyes locking in a moment charged with potential.

But as fireworks sparked within her, Ivy remembered the old tales; the Chase family’s stories were notorious for their unpredictability. And though she felt like she was standing on the edge of something beautiful, she was also dangling above the precipice of chaos.

Before she could decide, the haunting chime of the grandfather clock echoed through the house, its sound a reminder of their reality. The moment slipped away like sand in the hourglass, leaving them both breathless with unspoken words.

“Let’s just explore for now,” he suggested, trying to conceal a hint of disappointment, “but we’ll revisit this.”

And as they stepped further into the heart of the house, Ivy knew one thing for certain: within these walls, secrets would inevitably emerge, intertwining their destinies in unexpected ways, for better or worse. Thus began the unraveling of their intertwined fates, where every step would draw them closer to the truth and the intricate dance of desire.