All Chapters of Two Can Play, I Became My Ex Stepmom: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Sleep never came.I lay on the guest bed with my eyes open and the ceiling spinning every time I blinked. The house stayed quiet after Owen and Doris finished whatever they were doing in our room. No voices. No footsteps. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my own breathing that refused to steady. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it again. His cock sliding out of her shiny and thick, the way her pussy clung to him, the wet sound that the phone had caught so clearly. I pressed my face into the pillow and tried to scream without making noise. The fabric muffled it, but the pain still ripped through my chest like someone had reached in and twisted everything soft inside me.My phone kept lighting up on the nightstand. I finally flipped it over around three in the morning. The screen was a wall of notifications. Comments from the live stream that had already been clipped and shared. Messages from numbers I didn’t know. Screenshots of my face frozen in the doorway whi

Owen came home late with the smell of whiskey and cheap cologne clinging to him. He tried to talk. I let him stand in the doorway of the guest room and watch me brush my hair like he was already a stranger. When he finally muttered something about making things right I closed the door in his face and locked it. The click felt final.I waited until the house settled into that deep quiet that only comes after midnight. Then I left the guest room barefoot, wearing nothing but one of his old white shirts that barely covered the tops of my thighs. The hallway was dark. Samuel’s door was closed but not locked. I knew because I had checked earlier.I didn’t knock.He was sitting on the edge of the bed in the low light from the bathroom, shirt off, sweatpants riding low on his hips. The silver at his temples caught the light when he looked up. For a second neither of us spoke. The air between us already felt thick with what had happened in the pool.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice rou

I knew they were in the house the second I stepped through the front door.Owen’s car was in the driveway. Doris’s little white coupe sat right behind it like she had every right. The air inside still carried the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something heavier, something that made my stomach twist and my blood run hot at the same time. I didn’t call out. I didn’t announce myself. I simply closed the door quiet and followed the low, wet sounds drifting down the hallway.They were in the living room this time. Not even the bedroom. Owen had her bent over the arm of the couch, skirt shoved up around her waist, panties yanked to the side. His cock was buried deep in her pussy, slamming in hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the open space. Doris moaned like she wanted the whole neighborhood to hear, fingers clawing at the cushions while he fucked her with zero care for who might walk in.I pulled my phone out, switched to video, and hit record.I filmed everything.