ログインThe weeks that followed settled into a strange, exhausting rhythm. On the surface, life looked perfectly normal. Mom would hum while making coffee in the mornings. Richard would complain about traffic on his way to work. Damon took calls in the home office he’d claimed, and I buried myself in design deadlines. But underneath it all, everything was cracking. I was gradually losing pieces of myself. I couldn’t even look mom in the eyes for more than a few seconds anymore. Every time she thanked me for “being so welcoming” to Damon or told me how nice it was to have both her “kids” under one roof again, I felt physically ill. The guilt had become a constant dull ache behind my ribs. Some mornings I woke up already tired from it. Damon and I barely spoke in front of them now. We’d become experts at polite distance, careful smiles, short conversations and never sitting too close. But the second the front door closed or our parents left for errands, the mask fell away. One rainy Wednesda
The morning light filtered through the curtains of the living room, warm and golden like it was trying to pretend everything was normal. But nothing about this was normal. I woke up naked on the couch, tangled in a throw blanket with Damon’s heavy arm draped possessively over my waist. His body was pressed against my back, warm and solid. For a moment I just lay there, listening to his slow breathing, feeling the sticky evidence of last night between my thighs. His cum had already dried on my skin and the reality of what we had done hit me like a punch to the chest. *What the hell am I doing?* This wasn’t some sort of a drunken mistake anymore. This was deliberate. My stepbrother.... the man who used to help me with my homework and scare off my bullies had fucked me twice in just one night. And I had enjoyed and begged for it. I tried to slip out from under his arm without waking him, but the moment I moved, his grip around me tightened. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The silence after Mom and Richard drove away felt deafening. I stood at the living room window, watching their car disappear down the street as my heart started pounding with a strange mix of anxiety and forbidden excitement. Four full days just me and Damon in this big house with no one around to interrupt or judge. I told myself I would be good. I would keep my distance, stay and get busy with work, and pretend last night in the kitchen never happened. But I knew I was lying to myself the second I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. Damon walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of those same low hanging sweatpants. His muscular chest and abs were on full display and the deep V-lines disappearing into his waistband made my mouth go dry. He looked like pure temptation. “You’re thinking too hard again,” he said, his voice low and rough as he came up behind me. His hands settled on my hips, pulling my back against his front. I could already feel his thick c
"Anyone home??" The front door swung open and there he was. Damon. The house smelled the same as it always had. Like vanilla candles and fresh laundry, but everything felt different the moment Damon stepped through the front door. I was standing in the kitchen with Mom, pretending to help chop vegetables for dinner, when his deep voice cut through the quiet afternoon like it belonged there again. My knife froze mid-air. I hadn't seen Damon in almost six years. Not since he left right after college for some big tech job in California. He'd always been larger than life in my memories. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet handsomeness that made people pay attention. Now at thirty, he looked even more imposing. His dark hair was a little longer, his jaw sharper, and those sexy gray eyes scanned the room like they already owned it. My mom squealed and rushed over to hug him. "Damon! Oh honey, look at you. Come in, come in. Riley's here too." I wiped my hands on a paper towel, su
Three months had passed since the wedding. Sophia was now Mrs. Jonathan Hale, happily posting honeymoon photos and planning their future while I drowned in silent agony. The guilt had not faded, it had only grown heavier and sharper like a blade twisting deeper in my chest every single day. I avoided family gatherings as much as possible but tonight, I couldn’t. It was Sophia’s birthday dinner at their penthouse. Every time I looked at my sister, smiling, giggling and glowing beside her husband, my stomach clenched with self-loathing. *She has no idea that the man she kisses goodnight has been fucking me raw behind her back.* Yet the moment Jonathan’s eyes met mine across the table, my pussy throbbed with dire hard need. After dinner, Sophia got slightly drunk and passed out early in their bedroom. Jonathan told her he would handle the cleanup but the very moment her door closed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight into his home office locking the door behind us. The secon
It was finally night before the wedding and somehow, the rehearsal dinner felt like a fever dream wrapped in silk and lies. Sophia looked radiant in her elegant cream dress, laughing and glowing as everyone toasted to their supposed perfect future together. Jonathan perfectly playing the role of the ideal groom flawlessly. He was attentive, charming, smiling at my sister like she was his entire world. But under the long dinner table, his foot slowly rubbed against my calf, sending sparks of forbidden heat up my thigh. Every brush of his shoe made my pussy clench with shame and desperate need. I could barely eat as guilt sat deep heavy in my stomach like a stone. *This is your sister’s night. Her future husband. What kind of monster are you?* Yet every time Jonathan’s dark eyes found mine across the table, my body responded with a rush of wet heat between my legs. After dinner, I slipped away to the hotel balcony for fresh air, desperate to clear my head. The night was cool, city l







