Kathy's POV

The next evening I could barely focus on my last lecture. My pussy still ached from the brutal face-fucking and fingering the night before and every shift in my seat reminded me of the dried cum they had left on my skin under my clothes. I was no longer just their shy stepsister. I was their toy. Their shared stress-relief slut. And God help me, my body craved more.

I rushed home, my heart pounding, thighs slick with fresh dripping need. The moment I stepped inside, Darren and Dickson waited in the living room, their shirts off and sweatpants low on their hips, identical cocks straining hard against...