I didn’t even pretend to lock the door anymore. By midnight I was naked under the sheets, legs slightly spread, my p***y already aching and wet with shameful anticipation. The guilt never went away — it only made me drip harder.
The door opened. Ethan and Lucas walked in, naked and hard, with a third man behind them. Tall, muscular, in his late thirties, with a cruel smile.
“Princess,” Ethan purred, climbing onto the bed. “Tonight we’re finishing your corruption. Meet Uncle Marcus. He’s going to help us completely ruin our sweet stepdaughter.”
I shook my head, voice trembling. “No… this is too much. You’re my stepdads. Bringing someone else? This is sick. I’m your stepdaughter… Mom is downstairs—”
Lucas cut me off by grabbing my t**s roughly and sucking one swollen n****e deep into his
