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It was a Wednesday afternoon, three weeks after the midnight ritual, when everything changed. Sister Veronica was in the rectory library with Father Marcus, supposedly helping him catalog some old theological texts. In reality, she was bent over the large oak desk while Marcus pounded into her pussy from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other mauling her breast through her habit. "Such a perfect cunt," Marcus growled, his thirteen inches driving deep. "Taking me so well in the middle of the afternoon like a good little whore."

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

"You've been cummin inside me and always asking me to take all of your cum. I'm your sister in law, what if I get pregnant?" ‎"You're going to inform my brother you're pregnant then. Take it as my Christmas gift to him, for having a hot, sexy wife that he's unable to satisfy," Tyson smirked. "Now, go prepare for your dinner date with him." ‎

Sabrina told most of the story, omitting the OnlyFans connection but not that she had encouraged your other co-worker to also pursue a relationship with me. "God damn, here I thought I was getting a Hallmark Movie and instead I got Skinimax," the driver laughed. "So, what? Are the three of you in a poly relationship, or is this a two-on-one sister wives kind of thing?" "Oh, definitely sister-wives," Sabrina laughed, rubbing your leg. "I love her, but I'm not in love with her, if you know what I mean." "I don't, but I think I get it," the woman said. "What about you, handsome?"

Cum trickled down my inner thigh under my skirt and I pressed my legs together, mind spinning with flashes of his cock slamming into me, his groans, the way I begged for more. I fucked my own sister’s husband. Raw. Multiple times. And it was the best sex I’d ever had. I burst back into the suite, the door slamming behind me. Victor looked up from the bed where he was still naked, stroking himself slowly. “Back already? Good. Get over here and sit on my cock.” My hands shook as I stared at him, dread mixing with the leftover heat in my body. “Victor, we need to talk right now. My sister is downstairs in the lobby. She just told me her husband Victor is nearby for work and might join us.

“‘My big step sister’s fingers claim me in the dark, turning family into fire. Her mouth on my breasts makes me forget our parents’ rings…’” I sucked her clit while she read, edging her perfectly. “Keep reading, dirty girl.” “‘She fucks me with her strap, whispering how wrong it is, but her love feels righter than anything. Step sisters blooming in secret…’” Her words drove me wild. I strapped on again and fucked her relentlessly now. “Come for me, Betty. Come on your big sister’s cock while you read your filthy story.” She exploded, screaming my name as her body convulsed. I followed soon after, grinding against the harness.

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

She smelled like cinnamon and clean laundry. "Shh, oh dear, let it out," Nana whispered, rocking me gently. "What is it, sweet girl? Tell me what happened." Between breathless gasps and uncontrollable hiccups, the truth tumbled out of my mouth like broken glass. I told her everything. I told her about Marcus—my husband, my fated mate, the man who was supposed to protect me forever. And then I told her about Isabelle. My own flesh and blood. My younger sister.

"Oh, look how fierce he is. Sister? More like your lover. She was out crawling into Lord Theron's carriage behind your back, and here you are protecting her? One shameless, one useless. A match made in heaven." The laughter around us swelled. "That man's a fool too, throwing himself in to shield her when he's just her scapegoat." "No wonder this woman's out here throwing herself at anyone." I held Orson up, my fingers trembling. "Circe, you'd better shut your mouth." I'd been thinking that if she really were my future sister-in-law, I'd leave her some dignity. Now it was clear the rumors were all lies. Gentle and graceful, virtuous through and through. All of it a fraud.