SIN ON THE 28TH FLOOR

Chapter 8: Weekend at the Lake House

Emma gripped the steering wheel tighter as the city gave way to winding country roads. The lake house weekend was a tradition her mom’s idea of “family bonding” after Richard’s big business win. She’d tried to get out of it, citing work, but Ryan had personally approved her time off with a knowing smirk in his office on Friday. “Bring that energy to the lake,” he’d said quietly after making her edge herself on his fingers during a “quick check-in.”

Now she was pulling up the long gravel drive behind Marcus’s sleek black SUV. The house was beautiful in that expensive, rustic way: sprawling wooden beams, a private dock stretching into the calm lake, surrounded by dense trees that promised privacy but never enough. Her mom and Richard were already on the porch waving. And Ryan’s luxury sedan was parked right next to Marcus’s. Business associate, they’d called him. The lie sat heavy in her stomach.

“Emma, honey!” Elena pulled her into a hug that smelled like sunscreen and lavender. “You look tense. This weekend will do you good. Marcus brought his colleague Ryan smart man, apparently helping with the European stuff.”

Emma forced a smile. “Yeah. Great.”

Inside, the tension was immediate. Marcus caught her eye across the open kitchen, his gaze dark and promising. Ryan, dressed casually in a polo that hugged his broad shoulders, shook Richard’s hand like they were old golf buddies. No one suspected a thing. Yet.

Dinner was grilled steaks and wine on the deck as the sun set. Conversation flowed business deals, Elena’s garden, Richard’s latest investment. Emma sat between her mom and Ryan, hyper-aware of both men’s presence. Marcus’s foot brushed hers under the table again, just like the family dinner weeks ago. This time Ryan’s hand rested on her thigh under the tablecloth, squeezing possessively.

By 10 PM, the parents headed to bed. “Don’t stay up too late, you three,” Elena called with a yawn. “Early boat ride tomorrow.”

The moment their bedroom door clicked shut upstairs, the air changed.

“Boathouse. Now,” Marcus said quietly.

Emma’s heart hammered as she followed them down the wooden path, the lake lapping gently against the dock. The boathouse was dim, smelling of wood and water, with old ropes and tarps stacked neatly. Ryan locked the side door.

They didn’t ease her in. Marcus shoved her against a sturdy workbench, kissing her hard while Ryan unbuttoned her sundress from behind. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a thin bra and panties.

“Such a risky little slut,” Ryan murmured, unhooking her bra. “Wearing this innocent dress while your holes are still sore from the office. Bend over.”

She obeyed, bracing her hands on the bench. Marcus pulled her panties down, spreading her legs. “Look at this dripping cunt. Been thinking about your stepbrother and boss all week, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, shame burning her cheeks. The risk of her parents waking up, walking down here… it made everything sharper.

Ryan produced a thin silk scarf from his pocket light bondage. He tied her wrists together behind her back, not too tight but enough that she couldn’t easily free herself. Marcus knelt first, burying his face between her thighs, licking her roughly while Ryan fed her his thick c**k from the front. She moaned around him, the wet sounds echoing softly in the wooden structure.

They switched after she came once, shaking on wobbly legs. Marcus f****d her p***y from behind in deep, claiming strokes while Ryan made her suck his balls. The degradation flowed low and filthy.

“Family weekend and you’re out here getting railed like a cheap w***e,” Marcus growled, spanking her ass. “What would Mom say if she saw her perfect daughter taking stepbrother c**k?”

Ryan pulled her hair. “She’s our cumdump now. Open wider.”

They didn’t finish inside her there. Instead, they made her kneel on a tarp. Both men stroked themselves until they came across her t**s and face in thick ropes. Ryan smeared some of the mess across her lips with his thumb. “Hold it. Don’t clean up yet.”

Emma stayed there for a minute, wrists still bound, c*m cooling on her skin, while they watched with dark satisfaction. The c*m-play felt degrading and intimate all at once. She hated how much it turned her on.

Back at the house, they snuck her into her bedroom on the ground floor. The parents’ room was upstairs on the other side, but voices carried in the quiet night. Ryan locked her door. Marcus pushed her onto the bed.

“On your back. Legs spread.”

They tied her wrists to the headboard this time with another scarf. Light bondage, but it left her completely exposed. Ryan climbed between her legs first, sliding into her soaked p***y while Marcus straddled her chest, f*****g her t**s and occasionally her mouth.

The bed creaked softly. Too loudly. Emma bit her lip to stay quiet as Ryan pounded her, hitting deep. “Quiet, w***e. Wouldn’t want Daddy hearing you get double-teamed.”

Marcus came first, painting her neck and breasts again. Ryan followed, filling her p***y and then pulling out to watch his c*m leak out. He scooped some up on his fingers and fed it to her. “Taste how well your boss and stepbrother own you.”

She sucked his fingers clean, eyes glassy. They took turns after that Marcus in her ass this time, slower and deeper while Ryan choked her lightly and rubbed her c**t. The double penetration on her own childhood-style guest bed felt impossibly dirty. She came twice more, biting a pillow to muffle her cries, body trembling.

By the time they untied her, she was a wreck covered in drying c*m, holes aching, thighs sticky. Marcus kissed her forehead almost gently. “Sleep like this. No showers till morning.”

Ryan dressed quietly. “Good girl. Tomorrow we’ll find another spot while they’re fishing.”

They slipped out separately. Emma lay in the dark, listening to the lake outside. c*m leaked slowly onto the sheets. Her mind spun. The guilt was crushing her mom and stepdad sleeping just upstairs while she let her stepbrother and boss use her like a toy. She was supposed to be here for family time. Instead she was their secret slut.

Yet her hand drifted between her legs, touching the mess, and she felt another shameful spark of arousal. This weekend was only beginning. Two more days of pretending in front of her parents while they claimed her whenever they could.

She didn’t know how much longer she could keep the mask on. Or if she even wanted to.

Down the hall, a floorboard creaked faintly. Emma froze, heart pounding. Footsteps? Or just the old house settling?

She pulled the covers up, c*m still drying on her skin, and closed her eyes. Sleep came slow and restless.