LOGINAbigail George froze inside me. His whole body went rigid, cock still buried deep in my cunt. I felt the sudden tension in every muscle against mine. Fear flickered across his face…raw and unguarded.“Cassian…wait…” His voice came out shaky, almost broken. He started to pull back, but I locked my legs around his waist without thinking. “Please… Just… don’t tell anyone… This…This was a mistake. I swear it was…”My heart slammed against my ribs. For a second the room felt too small. I looked at my stepbrother over George’s shoulder. The words left my mouth before I could stop them, steady even though my pulse was racing.“He won’t…”George’s expression changed. “What do you mean?”“You know… he’s fucked me too. So has Dad. You’re not the only one who’s had this cunt.”Cassian’s eyes moved slowly from my face to the place where George was still balls-deep inside me, then back again. Something dark settled in
Abigail George looked at me for a long second, still buried deep in my ass, his cum already leaking out around his cock.“Alright,” he said, voice rough. “Just once. And we have to be quick… I don't wanna get into trouble.”Relief and fresh heat rushed through me at the same time. I nodded, already pushing back against him.“Okay… just fuck me again.”He pulled out slowly. More of his cum dripped down my thighs. The wet sound of it made my stomach clench. He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs wide.“I’m going to taste this messy little cunt first,” he muttered. Then his mouth was on me.He licked through the mix of my wetness and his own cum, tongue flat and greedy. I gasped and grabbed the sheets. His hands held my thighs open so I couldn’t close them. Every pass of his tongue over my swollen clit sent sparks up my spine.“Arghhh…George…fuck…”He lifted his head just enough to speak against my pussy. “You like your uncle eating this used little hole? Tasting his own cum insi
Abigail Before I knew it, I had pulled the nightgown off and started touching myself. My fingers matched the rhythm of Uncle George’s hand on his cock. I stood naked in the hallway, one hand working between my legs, the other squeezing my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Soft, filthy little moans slipped out of me. My pussy was still swollen from Cassian the night before, but watching my uncle stroke that thick cock made fresh wetness drip down my thighs. I moved my fingers as fast as I could. His hand moved faster, he cursed under his breath. I know I shouldn't be doing this. This was my damn uncle, the man who taught me how to read and write, the man who I ran to anytime I did something wrong at home… and I was… craving the same man within a second. And the thrill of having his cock stretched me open and feeling it at the back of my throat made the taboo more raw, dirtier, sweet rather than bitter. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open and walked straight into th
Abigail The morning sun slipped through the window blinds in thin lines across my bed. I woke up with my pussy still swollen and hurt. Every small shift of my legs sent a sharp reminder through me…Cassian’s cock from last night, the way he had filled me behind the kitchen cabinet while Mom washed dishes just a few feet away. The ache felt deep, used and heavy. I got up and went to the bathroom. The warm water of the bath helped a little, but the tendency stayed. When I was done, I didn’t bother to wear pants or a bra. I just pulled on an oversized short gown that barely reached the middle of my thighs. The soft fabric brushed against my bare skin with every step as I walked downstairs to the kitchen. I could feel the air on the backs of my legs. It made me more aware of my body than I wanted to be. Uncle George was already there. I hadn't seen him last night. The second I noticed him standing by the counter, somethin
Abigail Like that, the wedding was cut off. We came back to the city the same day. My mother sat in the front with her hands locked together in her lap. Every few minutes she turned her face toward the window and wiped her eyes when she thought nobody would notice. I watched her from the back seat and kept quiet. The lie we were carrying sat heavy between all of us. The worst part? She still thought I was innocent. She didn't know I wanted this. In fact, we planned this. By the time evening came she was already in the kitchen. The smell of my favorite stew filled the whole house—the same one she used to make when I was little and needed cheering up. She set the table like it was something special, lining up the bowls and spoons with extra care. “Come sit, Abi,” she said. Her voice sounded tired. “I made the stew just how you like it. Extra pepper.” I sat down. Cassian took the chair right next to me. Dad sat across
Abigail The next morning, while we were about to start the next prayer conclusion, my fiancé stopped them.He stood near the front of the small shrine courtyard, shoulders tight, hands clenched at his sides. The morning light made the sweat on his forehead shine. He took a deep breath before he could speak.“I can’t go ahead with the wedding.”The words landed like a stone in still water. His mother’s face went blank for a second. Then her knees buckled. A broken sound left her throat. Her brother—his uncle—grabbed her arm and held her up before she could hit the ground. She clutched at his shirt with both hands, eyes wide and wet, mouth open like she couldn’t pull in enough air.“What did you just say?” the uncle asked, voice sharp. My fiancé’s throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes flicked once toward Cassian, then toward Dad. I felt the weight of those looks. The same eyes that had watched us last night in the locked shrine. The same threat that still hung in the air.He forced t







