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THE BROTHER I WASN’T PROMISED 9

Auteur: Author Mia
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-27 23:23:22

Amara.

Three months into the marriage the days had settled into a predictable shape. I lived in the house Rohan had prepared for us. I smiled at family gatherings. I performed the quiet duties expected of a new wife. Rohan was kind and attentive in the ways he understood. He held my hand in public and spoke about the future with genuine hope. At night he reached for me with gentle hands and I let him.

The sex remained soft and brief. My body stayed mostly quiet under his touch. I never told hi
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  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 8

    Marcus’s POV She came home in the late afternoon. I heard her keys in the door and the soft sound of her bag setting down. I stayed in the kitchen with my hands braced on the counter and waited. Lena walked in and stopped a few feet away. Her hair was still slightly messy. She was wearing a sweater I did not recognize. The sight of it landed harder than it should have. “We need to talk,” she said. I nodded. My throat felt tight. I already knew the shape of what was coming. I had known it for weeks in the way she stayed longer at his place, in the way she looked at me afterward like she was holding two different lives in the same body, in the way the apartment felt larger every time she left. We sat at the kitchen table. The same table where we had once written the rules in clean handwriting. Neither of us reached for the other. The space between our hands felt deliberate. “I’ve been trying to keep this balanced,” Lena said. Her voice was steady. “I can’t anymore. When I’m with

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 7

    Lena’s POV I stayed in Julian’s bed after Marcus left. The door closed. His footsteps faded down the stairs. Julian came back to the mattress and stretched out beside me without speaking. His hand settled on my waist, warm and certain. I turned into him and rested my forehead against his collarbone. The quiet felt different without Marcus in the room. Less charged with conflict. More open. “You all right,” Julian asked eventually. “I don’t know.” He did not push. His fingers traced slow patterns along my spine. I listened to his heartbeat and felt the dull, satisfying ache of the morning still between my legs. The sheets smelled like all three of us. I should have wanted to leave. Instead I closed my eyes and let the weight of his arm keep me there. We stayed in bed most of the morning. Julian made coffee later and brought it to me. I sat up against the headboard with the sheet around my waist and watched him move through the small kitchen. The ease of it settled somewhere dee

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 6

    Marcus’s POV I watched her car pull away from the curb and felt the familiar tightness settle under my ribs. The message from Julian had been simple. Lena had shown it to me before she left. She would stay the night. I would come by in the morning if I wanted to watch them together again before she came home. The arrangement had stopped needing long discussions. It simply moved forward, and I kept choosing to stay inside it. I spent the evening in the quiet apartment. The rooms felt larger without her. I tried to read and gave up. I kept picturing the way she had looked on his couch the last time, the way her body had moved when she came around him, the way she had looked at me afterward like she was still deciding something. The image kept me hard and restless at the same time. I slept poorly. In the morning I drove to his building and sat in the car for a full minute before going up. My pulse was already elevated. I knocked once. Julian opened the door. He was wearing only je

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 5

    Lena’s POV I drove home with the windows down and the night air cold against my face. Marcus’s headlights stayed in my rearview mirror the entire way. Neither of us had spoken after we left Julian’s building. There was nothing left to explain. I could still feel both of them. The dull, satisfying ache between my legs. The slow leak of cum into my underwear. The memory of Marcus watching while Julian held my hips and moved me on his cock. At the apartment Marcus followed me inside and locked the door. I set my bag down. He stepped in behind me, turned me around, and kissed me hard. His hands shoved under my sweater and found bare skin. I opened for him immediately. He walked me backward to the bedroom, stripping clothes as we went, and pushed me onto the bed. He was already hard. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess Julian had left and then thrust into me in one deep stroke. The stretch and the filth of it forced a broken sound out of my throat. Marcus fucked me with s

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 4

    Marcus’s POV I watched her type the message the next evening. Lena sat on the edge of the bed with her phone in both hands. The light from the screen caught the side of her face. She read the reply, then turned the phone so I could see it. Julian had said yes. Tomorrow night. His place. He understood I would be there. Something tight and hot moved through my chest. I had asked for this. I had meant it when the words left my mouth. Seeing the confirmation made the wanting and the hurt sit closer together than I had expected. Lena set the phone down and looked at me. “You’re sure.” “I’m sure.” She reached for me. I let her pull me down onto the bed. We undressed each other without hurry. When I pushed into her she was already wet. I fucked her slow and deep, one hand under her hip, the other braced beside her head. Every thrust felt like practice for what I was about to watch. She came first, quiet and shaking. I followed soon after, holding myself inside her while the image of

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   WHAT WE ALLOWED 3

    Lena’s POV I stared at the three messages until the screen dimmed. Julian stayed braced above me, breathing steady, waiting. His cock was still hard in the space between us. My body still pulsed from his fingers. The rules we had written in clean handwriting felt very far from this dim apartment and the taste of him on my mouth. I unlocked the phone and typed with an unsteady thumb. I’m okay. Still out. I want to stay longer. I’ll tell you everything when I get home. The reply came fast. Are you safe? Yes. Do you want to keep going with him tonight? Yes. Then keep going. Tell me later. I mean it. I set the phone face down on the floor. Julian watched my face. “He’s all right with it,” I said. “And you?” “I don’t want to stop.” Something eased in his expression and then sharpened. He kissed me again, deeper than before, and the last of the hesitation burned off between us. I shoved his jeans farther down his hips. He kicked them away and settled fully between my th

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 3

    LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 2

    LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 4

    LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY

    LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li

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