The shower spray pounded against my shoulders like it could wash away sin. It couldn’t. Nothing could. Steam clouded the glass, turning the bathroom into a hazy confessional, but the only voice I heard was my own—low, ragged, cursing.“Oh fuck…”My left palm slapped flat against the cool tile wall for balance. My right hand was already wrapped tight around my cock—still slick from Miles’s cum, the evidence I hadn’t bothered to rinse off. I’d smeared it over myself the second I locked the bathroom door behind me, needing to feel him on me, in me, marking me the way I wanted to mark him. His release had cooled slightly on my skin, sticky and warm, and now it lubricated every brutal stroke.“He’s my nephew,” I muttered through clenched teeth. Step-nephew. The distinction felt flimsy as tissue paper when I pictured his face again—head thrown back, mouth slack in that third, shattering orgasm, tears clinging to his lashes, voice cracking on “Daddy.”Fuck.I squeezed harder. Faster. The wet
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