My Stepbrother's Best Friend's Filthy Bet-6

ANITA

The text burned in my hand like it had weight. Maddox tried to take the phone again but I held on tighter, staring at that screenshot of my own face twisted in pleasure while two men claimed me. My stepbrother and his best friend. The evidence was clear as daylight.

“You’re not going,” Maddox said again, voice low and final. He pulled me closer against his chest, one arm banded around my waist like he could shield me from the whole world. His skin was still warm from earlier, heart beating steady under my cheek.

Festus sat up on the other side of the bed, running a hand down his face. “She’s right though. If we ignore this, the footage goes public. Parents. Her friends. Everyone.”

I swallowed hard. Their cum was still inside me, slowly leaking onto Maddox’s sheets, but the fear in my stomach was stronger than the ache between my legs. “I’ll go. Meet whoever it is. Hear what they want.”

Maddox’s grip tightened. “Over my dead body.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” I shot back, pushing up on my elbow to look at him. “This happened because of your stupid bet. Both of you. Let me fix it.”

Festus reached over and brushed my hair back from my face. His touch was surprisingly gentle. “We’ll be close. Not in the same room, but close enough. You’re not walking into this alone, Anita.”

I wanted to argue more, but the way they both looked at me — protective, possessive, almost scared — made something warm crack open in my chest. I nodded instead.

The next day dragged. Maddox kept me at his apartment, alternating between making me eat, fucking me slow and deep on the couch while whispering that I was safe, and checking his phone every five minutes. Festus came and went, handling the security footage from his end. They didn’t fight over me. They worked together like they’d been sharing me for years.

By eight-thirty that night I was dressed in jeans and a hoodie, nerves buzzing under my skin. Maddox pulled me into his lap on the edge of the bed before I left.

“Look at me,” he said. His hands framed my face. “Anything feels off, you say the word and we’re there. I don’t care who sees.”

I kissed him instead of answering. Hard. Needing to feel something solid. He kissed me back like he was trying to pour every unsaid thing into it, tongue sliding against mine, hands sliding down to grip my ass.

Festus cleared his throat from the doorway. “Time.”

The warehouse on 12th was dark and abandoned, the kind of place you only went if you had no choice. I walked in alone, phone in my pocket with Maddox on speed dial. My footsteps echoed too loud.

A single light clicked on near the back.

A man stepped out from behind some crates. Mid-thirties, sharp suit, face I didn’t recognize. He smiled like we were old friends.

“Anita. Glad you came alone.”

“Who the hell are you?” My voice echoed.

“Call me Victor. I handle certain… sensitive matters for people who pay well.” He held up a tablet. On the screen was the video from the office. Me bent over. Moaning. Taking both of them. “Impressive performance. Your stepbrother and his friend clearly know how to handle you.”

My stomach turned. “What do you want?”

“Simple. I want in.” His eyes raked over me. “One night. You, me, and the camera off. After that, the footage disappears. Or I send it to your parents, your college group chat, everywhere.”

I laughed, but it sounded shaky. “You’re insane.”

“Or smart.” He stepped closer. “I’ve watched you for weeks. The way you tease. The way you take cock. One night and this all goes away.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew it was Maddox checking in.

Before I could answer, the warehouse door slammed open. Maddox and Festus stormed in, faces dark.

Victor didn’t look surprised. “I said alone.”

Maddox moved in front of me instantly, shielding me with his body. “She’s not doing shit with you.”

Festus stayed at my side, hand on my lower back. “Delete it. All of it. Or we make sure you never watch anything again.”

Victor chuckled. “Brave. But I have copies. Multiple locations. You touch me and it all goes live in sixty seconds.”

The tension crackled. Maddox’s fists clenched. I could feel the violence rolling off him.

I stepped between them, heart pounding. “Wait.”

All three men looked at me.

I swallowed. “One condition. They watch. From the side. No touching unless I say. You get your night, but on my terms. After that, everything gets deleted. Swear it.”

Victor’s eyes lit up. “Deal.”

Maddox grabbed my arm. “Anita, no.”

I looked up at him, then at Festus. “I started this by losing the bet. Let me end it.”

Back at Maddox’s apartment an hour later, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. Victor sat in the armchair like he owned it. Maddox and Festus stood on either side of me, tense and silent.

I stripped slowly. Hoodie first. Then jeans. Until I stood completely naked in front of all three of them. My nipples were already hard from the cool air and the weight of their stares.

Victor stood up and approached. “On your knees.”

I dropped. He unzipped, pulling out a thick cock already hard. I took him into my mouth, working him with my tongue while Maddox and Festus watched, jaws tight. Victor groaned, hand in my hair, but not too rough.

After a few minutes he pulled me up and bent me over the couch — same position as the office. He rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing.

“Already wet,” he noted. “Interesting.”

He pushed in. Not as thick as Maddox, but long. I gasped as he filled me, stretching my walls. He fucked me steady at first, building speed, hands gripping my hips. The slap of skin echoed. I moaned despite myself, body reacting even as my mind stayed sharp.

Maddox stepped closer, crouching beside me. His hand cupped my face. “You’re doing good, baby. Breathe.”

Festus stayed behind me, watching every thrust, protective fire in his eyes.

Victor picked up pace, pounding harder. I pushed back to meet him, letting the pleasure build even through the humiliation. When his hand reached around to rub my clit I came hard, pussy clenching around him, legs shaking. He followed soon after, groaning as he spilled inside me.

He pulled out, breathing heavy. “Good girl.”

Maddox was on him in seconds, grabbing the tablet and forcing the deletion while Festus stood guard over me. Victor didn’t fight. He knew when he was beaten.

“Done,” Maddox said finally, voice cold. “Now get the fuck out.”

Victor left without another word.

The second the door closed I collapsed onto the couch. Maddox pulled me into his arms immediately, Festus wrapping around us both. Their hands were gentle now, stroking my back, my hair, whispering that I was safe, that I was theirs.

But as they held me, my phone lit up on the floor with one final message from Victor’s number.

Victor: Nice try. That was only the backup copy. The real one is with someone who wants more than one night. See you soon, Anita.

I stared at the screen, body still trembling from everything, cum from three different men slowly leaking down my thighs.

Maddox and Festus hadn’t seen it yet.

This wasn’t over.