Family-Friendly Fun

Adriana comes home early and freezes in the hallway when she hears the wet sounds coming from the living room. Through the half-open door she sees Maxine riding Shane, head thrown back, tits bouncing, the slap of skin against skin. Adriana stares, pulse hammering in her throat. She should turn away. She can't. When Shane grabs his stepmom's hips and fucks her harder, Adriana bites her lip and slinks away before they notice. Later she finds Jonathan in the study. Her hands shake as she spills it—every detail, every thrust. Jonathan just leans back, calm. "We know," he says. He explains the rules of their household like he's describing dinner plans: his wife gets Shane and he gets Adriana. One big, sick circle. Adriana's stomach drops, but Jonathan doesn't give her time to think. He steps close, fingers sliding along her jaw. "Family sticks together," he whispers. She feels the heat of him through his shirt. When he kisses her, soft at first, then hungry, her knees buckle. By the time he pushes her onto the couch and slides inside, she's moaning. The door opens again. Maxine and Shane walk in, still flushed and half-dressed. Maxine grins. Shane's eyes lock on Adriana's spread thighs and Jonathan buried to the hilt. Clothes hit the floor. Bodies tangle. Four voices, four heartbeats, every rule they pretended not to have now broken wide open.