Chapter 2: I LET MY STEPBROTHER GROPE MY t**s AND c*m ON MY BARE PUSSY
Days blur together after that night, but the memory of Ethan’s eyes on my dripping cunt never fades. Every time I close my eyes, I see him standing there — staring at my spread legs, my fingers buried deep inside my soaked hole, my c**t still twitching from the aftershocks. I should have screamed. I should have covered up and run to Dad. Instead, shame and heat twisted together so tightly in my belly that I’ve been soaked for days.
I’m supposed to be the responsible one. The caretaker. He’s my stepbrother, broken by whatever darkness lives in his head. I bathe him when he shuts down. I hold him through nightmares. And now? Now my p***y clenches every time he’s near me.
His touches linger longer. When I help him with
