The next morning, the guilt hit me hard.
I woke up in my own bed, thighs still sticky from Mark’s c*m, my p***y sore and swollen. Every time I moved, I felt the reminder of what we had done — my stepdad bending me over the couch and f*****g me raw while my mum and her friends laughed downstairs.
“I feel like I betrayed my mom, but God, that d**k was heaven. I still regret it though… Maybe because he’s my stepdad.
The pleasure was different, but the guilt is eating me alive now. Part of me wants to pretend it never happened, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it was wrong, yet my body remembers how good it felt.
I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror.
But when I went downstairs for breakfast, Mark was already there, making coffee like nothing had happened. Mum was humming in t
