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Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

“Here you are.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. How did they find out? “I mean, we’re not judging,” Courtney added quickly, though her smirk said otherwise. “We’re just curious. It’s all very… fairy tale.” “Like Cinderella,” Brittany said with a sharp laugh. “Except instead of a prince, your mother caught a billionaire. And you got the stepbrother as a bonus. Lucky you.” The other two laughed. I felt my face burning. These women didn’t know me. Didn’t know my mother. Didn’t know anything except gossip and assumptions.

“Darling, are you crazy?!” “No… I am not, just hear me first, seriously!” I pleaded for him to hear me first. “She got probation after killing her stepfather, who was trying to r*pe her.” He is finally interested in hearing more of Poppy's story. “Her stepfather married her mother not long after we were separated at high school. She was happy for her mother, of course, but not long after, he begin to harass her…”

The risk would keep it hot. The week of forbidden pleasure had started with a shower and ended with us completely hooked. Step-sibling secret. The hottest one I ever kept.

Instead, it left me immobile—a machine powered on but trapped in standby mode, sitting in total stillness from dawn until the sun dipped below the horizon. Every day, Mom sat beside me and told stories about my childhood. She told me about the first time I called her "Mom" when I was three years old and how she’d spun me around the living room in excitement. She told me about sneaking into her makeup drawer at five years old and smearing lipstick all over the walls. She’d been too softhearted to scold me and ended up scrubbing the walls herself half the night. She told me about when I was ten and burned with a 104-degree fever. Dad had carried me on his back for nearly two miles to the hospi

“I—I don’t understand—” Yeah, join the club, buddy. I couldn’t even form words. Out of every twisted possibility in the world, my new step-siblings had to be Scarlett and Sage? The two people I’d happily sell to a villain in a horror movie? Way to go, Mom. Really. Ten out of ten parenting. “You know what? I’m out—” I started, but Camille grabbed my arm. “Don’t even think about it,” she whispered. “It’ll be quick.”