[ KAYLA'S POV ] The musky smell of the old family house hit me the second I stepped inside. Twenty-two years old and back after four years away, my tight tank top stretched across my big tits and my shorts rode up my ass as I dropped my bag. I thought college would save me from this fucked up bloodline, but blood, and more than blood, always pulls you back.Uncle Marcus stood there waiting, thirty-eight, tall, ripped, tattoos everywhere, that cruel smirk on his face. Right behind him was my stepdad Victor, forty-nine, built like a beast, eyes already raping me up and down.“Look who’s home,” Marcus growled, yanking me into a crushing hug. His big hand grabbed my ass hard, squeezing and spreading my cheeks through my shorts. “Fuck, Kayla. Those tits got even bigger. College boys have been wrecking this body or you saved it for the family cock?”“Uncle Marcus… please,” I whispered, face burning hot, but my pussy gave a shameful throb.Victor laughed low and dark, pulling me from Marcus
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