เข้าสู่ระบบEmma's POV.The days blurred into a haze of guilt, stolen pleasure, and mounting dread. Every smile from Claire felt like a dagger. Every innocent “love you, sis” chipped away at whatever was left of my soul. I had become a ghost in their honeymoon aftermath, present but hollow, laughing at the right moments while my mind replayed Mark’s cock buried inside me on their marital bed. The emotional conflict consumed me. I loved my sister with every fiber of my being. She was kind, generous, the one who had always lifted me up. Yet here I was, repeatedly choosing the forbidden high of her husband over her trust. I hated myself more with every orgasm. And still, I couldn’t stop.Claire’s suspicion was growing. She watched us a little too closely now, her questions casual but pointed. “You two have been spending a lot of time together,” she remarked over lunch on the patio, her eyes flicking between us. “It’s nice… but everything okay? You both seem tense.”Mark played it off smoothly, squee
Emma's POV.Sleep evaded me completely after the master bedroom incident. I lay there until dawn, replaying every second—the creak of the floorboard, Claire’s voice calling for Mark, the terrifying thrill of almost being caught with her husband’s cum leaking out of me onto their marital sheets. The guilt had evolved into something sharper, more visceral. It wasn’t just abstract shame anymore; it was a physical ache, a constant nausea that mixed with the lingering throb between my legs. I’m a monster. A homewrecker. How can I look her in the eye again? Yet every time I tried to swear it off, my body remembered Mark’s deep thrusts, his whispered confessions, the way he filled me so completely it felt like he belonged there. The addiction was winning, and it terrified me.Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds like judgment. I forced myself downstairs, makeup carefully applied to hide the evidence. Claire was in the kitchen again, radiant as ever, flipping eggs. “There you are! I
Emma's POV. The sobs finally stopped sometime after midnight, leaving me hollow and exhausted. I stared at the ceiling in the guest room, the sheets tangled around my legs, Mark’s cum from the bathroom encounter still faintly sticky between my thighs. How did I let it go this far?Claire had been my rock my entire life. She’d sacrificed her own plans to help pay for my college when our parents couldn’t. She’d celebrated every small win with me like it was her own. And here I was, spreading my legs for her husband in her own home, letting him use me as his dirty escape while she slept soundly down the hall, trusting us both. The self-loathing was suffocating, a heavy weight on my chest that made every breath painful. Yet my body still hummed with leftover pleasure, traitorous and insatiable.Morning brought no relief. I dragged myself downstairs to find Claire already up, making coffee with that bright, effortless smile. “Morning, sleepyhead! You look like you didn’t sleep well. Ever
Emma's POV. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror the next morning. My reflection showed a woman I barely recognized—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, fresh love bites hidden under concealer, and eyes that carried the weight of betrayal.What have I done? Claire had always been there for me. When our parents divorced, she was the one who held our family together. She let me crash on her couch during my messy college breakup. She cheered louder than anyone at my first promotion. And now I was letting her husband fuck me raw in every corner of her new home, letting him fill me with cum while she slept upstairs.The guilt was a living thing, clawing at my chest, making it hard to breathe. Yet the second I thought of Mark’s thick cock stretching me, my pussy throbbed with fresh need. I hated myself for it.Downstairs, Claire was making her famous blueberry pancakes, humming the same song she’d played at the wedding. She looked so happy, so trusting. When she pulled me into a hug, I almost
Emma's POV. My phone beeped with Mark's text. “Downstairs now.”That was all I needed. I made my way downstairs immediately. Mark waited exactly two minutes, devouring me with his eyes from where he sat on the couch before he moved. He stood, tall and broad, the outline of his hardening cock already visible in his sweatpants. He crossed to me in three strides, pulling me up by the wrist and crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss was raw, and demanding, his tongue plunging deep, claiming me right there in the living room where Claire had just been cuddling him.“Upstairs was too close last time,” he growled against my lips, his hands already shoving under my tank top to grope my bare breasts. “But I need you again. Now. My office.”We moved like thieves through the dark house, his hand gripping my ass under my shorts the entire way. The office door clicked shut and locked behind us. He didn’t turn on the main lights, just the dim desk lamp that cast long shadows across the bookshelves
Emma's POV. The guilt should have eaten me alive by morning. Instead, it twisted into something darker, more addictive. I lay in the guest bed, my fingers lazily circling my swollen clit, replaying every filthy moment from the office—the way Mark had pinned me down, flooded me with his cum while my sister soaked in the tub just upstairs. His seed had dried on my thighs again overnight, a sticky reminder I couldn’t bring myself to fully wash away. “This is wrong. This is destroying everything.”But my body didn’t care. It craved him. Craved the danger.Claire was in full newlywed mode when I finally went downstairs. She’d made fresh fruit smoothies and was scrolling through honeymoon photos on her laptop at the kitchen island. “Morning! Mark’s in the shower. I swear, that man has endless energy.” She winked at me, oblivious.My cheeks burned. If only she knew how endless.I forced a smile, sipping the smoothie. “You two seem so happy. It’s… really sweet.”She pulled me into a hug. “Th
Sophia's POV. I stood outside Professor Voss’s office at exactly 6:30 p.m., my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. The hallway was quiet. Most students had already left campus. The only light came from the faint glow under his door. I had spent the entire day in a fog, replaying his wo
Sophia's POV.I was fucked.Literally and figuratively, I was so damn fucked.I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, my heart hammering against my ribs as Professor Elias Voss stood at the front, holding my thesis paper in his hand like it was evidence in a murder trial. His sharp blue eyes sca
Eden's POV.Aunt Valerie’s eyes were wide open in the dying firelight. She didn’t scream, she didn’t look away, she just stared at us— at Kane buried deep inside me, at my legs wrapped around his waist, at the undeniable rhythm of what we were doing.The shame that crashed over me was so intense I
Eden's POV.The silence between us had become its own kind of storm. Two days had passed since I told Kane I needed to stay away from him. The words still tasted like ash in my mouth every time I remembered saying them. Rescue was supposedly close now, a weak signal had gone through on the satellit







