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Two days later, 

Grant and his wife were sleeping in the room when Axel snuck in and woke her up.

She and her husband were sleeping apart, thankfully. So all she did was raise the blanket and allow him entry.

They believed Grant had been successfully drugged- he supposedly would wake up only the next morning- so Axel didn't hold back in making the bed creak as he began pounding his father's wife in his presence.

"Oh Axel, fuck. Oh fuck!" She moaned out loud, clasping her legs around his ever-moving waist, his thrusts sending her forward repeatedly.

"Oh my... Ahh~ Aahn~"

She hugged Axel, grabbing his head as the pleasure was getting more and more intense.

Unknown to them, Grant was awake.

'Seems Axel can make my wife scream pretty good,' he lightly chuckled, but it was unheard as the room was covered in his wife's screams.

"Mind if I join the party?"

His voice startled them so much that they immediately stopped their actions.

"G-Grant, I..." Ruby felt scared as she watched her husband, who was supposed to be fast asleep,p sit up on the bed and stretch his muscles.

"You started it," Axel pointed an accusing finger at his father.

"Nope, you did, son," Grant lazily said with a smile.

"Really?" Axel resumed fucking his stepmom with his dad looking.

As much as she was worried and scared, the pleasure Axel was gifting her was just too much to ignore.

So she quickly morphed from a frightened bunny to a whore.

"Ahhhn~ Oh, Axel, yes! Mmm~"

The door suddenly opened, and Isabelle entered, only to meet the fast smacking sounds and the lewd moans of Ruby.

The blanket covered their lower bodies.

"You're here," Axel said without stopping his act.

"Yeah," she said timorously.

"Then do what you came to do," Axel urged.

"I'm sorry for..."

"Whatever it is you're sorry for, it's okay. Can't you see I'm having fun with your mom?"

"I can see that. Let's do a group fuck then," a grin had found its way to her lips as she headed to Grant.

"Hey, Daddy. Interested in doing some 'treasure-hunting' with me? We can't lose out to them, right?"

Lustfully, the latter answered, taking off the blanket to reveal the pyjama pants he wore. "Do you even have to ask?"

It was sticking out a mile; there was an exquisite tent already built between his legs.

Taking out the pleasure tool that she'd come to love, she lowered her head and started bobbing and slurping.

Soon, Grant threw her to the bed, spread her legs and started digging her, occasionally giving Axel some advice.

Then, after many minutes, they decided to switch partners.

"Long time, no fuck," Axel said to Isabelle.

"Then fuck this bitch, Daddy Axel," she urged him on with a smirk.

"Of course," he slid into her as she clasped her legs around his back. Then, at Grant's count of three, they began digging the ladies.

Mother and daughter held hands as they kept going forward, screaming out in great bliss. The violent waves of pleasure were being shot into them, fast and repeatedly, from below, sending them deeper into the abyss of lust and insanity.

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My husband's bro and I.

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4:45 pm.

Greece’s family mansion.

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Mrs. Carleigha Fynch!

That had a nice sound and swag, didn't it?

I twirled around for the nth time in my ivory white wedding dress that reflected my upper feminine curves just right. Yes, I was blessed with an enviable bust, which was more noticeable than the lower curves.

I bent over and admired how packaged my boobs were in this dress.

"Girl, you slay!" I said to my reflection, twirling once more.

Harold, my soon-to-be husband, and I had decided on a simple wedding with only family and a few friends invited.

This was the dress I chose when my mom accompanied me to shop for the perfect wedding dress. It wasn't easy for me to decide that day because literally everything I put on was begging for me to pick it.

Until I finally laid my eyes on this dress.

Now, I would take it out, and soon I'll walk down the aisle to meet him. I imagined the moment  when the officiant would say, 'Harold, you may now kiss your beautiful bride.'

And then, the wedding night...

Oh, my gosh!

My reflection wasn't shy about letting me know my cheeks were red as cherries already.

No, I wasn't a virgin.

I'd been deflowered by my ex-cheating-boyfriend. You don't need to know that jackass's name. He's not worth it, you know.

Anyway, back to the topic on ground. Right now, I'm waiting for my mom to come get me.

I’d insisted on dressing myself after she applied the bridal makeup on me a few minutes ago. So now, I'm ready to be fucked, no I mean, to walk down the aisle.

"Carleigha, dear,"

I didn't need to turn to know who that was. And I know some of you already guessed. Yes, it's my dear mom, Fiona Greece. She had curly shoulder-length raven hair and amber eyes. Well, I was like my mum too- petite. I had her eyes, but I stole Dad’s red hair colour. My face was a mix of theirs.

"Mom," I turned to her with my eyes like a twinkling crescent moon.

"Oh, my! What a beauty!" She exclaimed dramatically. Might I add, she also deliberately deepened her voice.

It's quite a shocker for many, but despite my mom's soft and elegant look and voluptuous figure, she's got an almost manly voice. I, on the other hand, have a sweet voice that endeared me to many.

Here's a secret: Mom's voice when singing is horrible, but in bed it's different. How do I know, you might ask? I bumped into them as a kid. Traumatizing experience back then, but I dared not tell her to date.

Sigh.

I deviate way too much.

"Mom, I'm all set," I proclaimed.

"Yeah, I can see that. Excitement is written all over you in bold letters, even the blind can see it," she chuckled.

Haha, I dare not correct my mom on this. She's always right.

"Mom, is Dad ready too?"

"Yes. That man can be quite sluggish without any motivation."

Well, I don't know if I should second that or not. He's also gonna walk me down the aisle, you know.

Anyway, Mum and I left the room and soon met with my 8 bridesmaids- all garbed in peach gowns- and my maid of honour, my bestie, Lylia, who was donning a light blue sequinned gown.

She's a sweetheart, a darling that I could even die for.

"Hey girl, you look like a snack ready to be eaten," she exclaimed upon descrying me.

"I know, right?" One of the 8 girls giggled.

"Big sis, you look… Muah!" My little sister, yeah, another little sweetheart, blew me an air kiss.

I pretended to grab at it like the kiss was a solid object. Putting on a pleased look, I replied, "Thank you, Amaia."

"I see, all the ladies are ready."

We all turned to look at the owner of the voice. My dad!

"My! You look pretty," he said as he made his way over to our group.

"Just pretty?" I pretended to look sad.

"Ah, you look like a goddess,"

"So, you're saying she's better looking than your wife, huh?" My mom said with a pout, arms folded.

Yes, if there were a trophy for being dramatic in this home, my mom would claim it as the indubitable winner.

"Oh, dear. Don’t be mad. I just wanted to give our daughter some words of uplifting, you know. You're still the chief goddess of beauty in my heart," Dad began to placate her while we all looked on in amusement.

~~~

Hours later…

Harold Fynch’s mansion.

6:08 pm.

Well, the wedding was officially over. Harold, my new husband, had asked me to head home first. He would come to join me soon enough.

And so, here I was, in his beautifully decorated room, still in my wedding gown, seated on the bed and erm… watching a movie. You know, anything to kill time.

A knock made me wake up. Yes, I had fallen asleep as I found the film too boring.

I quickly rushed to the vanity mirror to make sure I still looked good. Then, I headed to the door, only to find the butler, Mr James Hawkins.

To say I was disappointed was the truth.

"Madam, Mr Harold has to leave for the next country. It's an emergency. He'll be back tomorrow morning and surely make it up to you,"

"I see," I still maintained a polite smile. "Goodnight then,"

"Won't you care for dinner?” he offered, “What would you like to eat?"

I shook my head, my smile almost faltering, "No need. I'm not hungry."

Before he could say another word, I had already slammed the door.

I made my way back to the bed and sat down. I took my phone and saw an apology text from Harold, and also a voice recording. I decided to play it, but halfway through, I paused it and simply switched off the phone.

"So much for being excited," I mumbled and rose to my feet.

Well, since my husband wasn't coming tonight, it's best to have a long, warm and muscle-soothing bath and then go to sleep.

...

Two hours later…

Pangs of hunger sent me to the kitchen. I refused the help of any worker and made my dish.

I devoured the dish on the way to the dining section and left the plate there. Hunger knows no elegance.

"Elaine, handle it. And no one should bother me for the night," I ordered.

The middle-aged woman nodded with a friendly smile, "Yes, madam,"

I made my way upstairs and just as I was about to enter my matrimonial room, a masculine voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Hello, stepsister-in-law,"

“Hi, Ryan,” I said, turning to face him.

He was a brown-haired guy who was tall and blessed with good looks. Though he wasn’t similar in any way to my husband, he didn’t lose. Now that I’m looking at him up close, he might even surpass my husband slightly in terms of handsomeness.

Well, that’s not the important thing.

The key thing about him was that he was a well-known playboy. I didn’t want to be with someone like that. I didn’t even see Ryan until Harold introduced me to his parents.