THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT S3XUAL CONTENT, STRONG ADULT LANGUAGE, AND HIGHLY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF LUST AND INTIMACY. IT IS INTENDED STRICTLY FOR ADULTS AGED 18 AND OVER. “You want them to hear how much you love your stepbrother’s fat c*ck stretching you wide?” Jack murmurs. He’s got Evie pinned on the couch in the living room while Mom and Dad sleep upstairs. Evie shakes her head no… but her hips are already grinding, pulling him deeper. Her legs are hooked tight around him. He’s so thick she feels him in her stomach. They’re step-siblings. They’re not supposed to do this. They’ve wanted it for ten years anyway. For the last year they’ve been f*cking everywhere: the kitchen at 2 a.m., the shower, the laundry room, the car in the driveway. Quick, rough, filthy. Always almost caught. Then Marcus appeared. Billionaire. Twenty-eight. Huge d*ck. Evie could quit Jack, marry rich, be normal. Marcus had her over for dinner and lasted two pumps. Two. Seconds. Came before he even got properly inside her. And the whole weekend she stayed? Same story - three, four times he busted that quick. F*cking embarrassing. Now Marcus is offering billions to keep her quiet and marry him. Both families are pushing hard. But Evie’s p*ssy throbs for Jack. Thick. Hard. Always ready. Always wrecking her just right. She can’t fake it with Marcus. Her body won’t let her. So what does she do? Take more money and the boring life - where Marcus will only eat her out or she’ll finger herself thinking about her stepbrother? Or keep f*cking Jack until they get caught and everything burns? Right now Jack is still buried inside her, grinding slow, waiting. And f*ck… Who does she pick?