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AVERY POV

The house was finally quiet.

Mom had gone to bed early again, complaining about another headache, and had taken her sleeping pills like clockwork. The master bedroom door was shut, the faint sound of her soft snoring drifting down the hall. Marcus had waited almost an hour after that, making sure she was deep under before he came to my room.

He didn’t say a word when he opened my door. He simply took my hand and led me silently down the hallway to the one place we had never dared go.

His and Mom’s bedroom.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst as he closed the door behind us with a soft click.

The room smelled like her perfume and his cologne mixed together — a sickening reminder of how wrong this was. The king-sized bed loomed in the center, sheets still slightly rumpled from where Mom had been lying earlier.

Marcus turned to me, eyes blazing with that same dark hunger that had been growing stronger every night. “Last chance to back out, Avery.”

I shook my head, already pulling my tank top over my head. “I want this. Right here.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

In seconds he had me naked and bent over the edge of their bed, face pressed into Mom’s pillow. The scent of her shampoo filled my nose as Marcus kicked my legs apart and drove into me in one savage thrust. I bit down hard on the pillow to muffle my cry. He was thick and deep, stretching me perfectly, fucking me with hard, desperate strokes that made the heavy wooden headboard knock softly against the wall.

“Fuck… you feel even better in their bed,” he growled, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Taking your stepdad’s cock right where your mother sleeps.”

The words made me clench around him. I pushed back to meet every brutal thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin far too loud in the silent house. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, driving me higher and higher until I was gasping into the pillow, right on the edge.

That was when we heard the front door open downstairs.

Marcus froze mid-thrust, cock buried to the hilt inside me. My eyes flew open in panic.

“Shit,” he whispered. “That’s my brother. He said he might stop by to drop off some tools, but I thought he’d call first.”

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Heavy. Casual.

Marcus didn’t pull out. Instead he clamped a hand over my mouth and started fucking me again — slower, deeper, more controlled, but no less intense. The risk was insane. His own brother was in the house, and here we were, rutting like animals in the marital bed.

I moaned helplessly against his palm as he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over.

The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and paused outside the bedroom door.

Marcus kept thrusting, relentless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve. My pussy fluttered around him, orgasm building despite the terror flooding my veins.

The door handle turned.

The door swung open.

Marcus’s brother — tall, broad-shouldered, with the same dark eyes as Marcus — stood in the doorway, keys still in his hand. His gaze landed on us instantly: me bent over the bed, completely naked, Marcus balls-deep inside me, fucking me on his own marital bed.

For one frozen second, nobody moved.

Then Marcus’s brother’s eyes widened, a slow, shocked grin spreading across his face. “Well… fuck me.”

I came.

Hard.

The humiliation and shock slammed into me at the same time as the orgasm, ripping through my body so violently that I couldn’t stay quiet. A broken, muffled cry tore from my throat against Marcus’s hand as my pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock, milking him desperately.

Marcus groaned low and thrust deep one final time, flooding me with hot, thick cum while his brother watched every second of it.

When the waves finally subsided, I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure and shame leaking from my eyes. Marcus slowly pulled out, his cum already starting to drip down my thighs onto the sheets where Mom slept every night.

His brother leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the view. “Didn’t know you had it in you, little brother.”

I couldn’t look away from him. My voice came out hoarse, trembling, but the words spilled out before I could stop them — the only thing my overwhelmed mind could think to say in that moment of total surrender.

“Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned.”

The room went dead silent for a heartbeat.

Then Marcus’s brother let out a low, dark laugh.

Marcus pulled me upright, turning me to face both of them, his cum still leaking down my legs. His hand stroked possessively over my breast as he looked at his brother with a wicked glint in his eye.

“Looks like confession just got a lot more interesting.”