The last full night of the holiday arrived like a fever dream. Our parents had gone to bed early, exhausted from their day at the beach, leaving the villa wrapped in heavy silence broken only by the distant crash of waves. Damien’s text lit up my phone at 1:17 AM: “My room. Now. Don’t wear anything.”
My p***y clenched instantly at the command. Guilt had tried to surface all evening — every time Mom smiled at us, every innocent family dinner conversation — but it only fueled the fire. The wrongness made my c**t throb and my n*****s ache. I was addicted to my stepbrother’s c**k, and tonight I wanted him to completely destroy me.
I slipped out of my room n***d, the cool air kissing my already-wet folds as I padded silently down the hallway. Damien’s door was ajar. I pushed it open and stepp
