~Vanessa's POV

I sat on the bed in the hotel room, clutching my phone in my hands as I watched the despicable happen before my eyes.

It was horrible. Not something I wished upon any wife or sister.

I knew it. My instincts told me.

But I thought it would be human to give them the benefit of the doubt this once. Just this once.

And yet they shattered it without a single guilt on their faces.

I didn't cry. Didn't shout. Didn't throw my phone away or furiously rip the bed off its covers.

I just watched my younger sister ride my own husband's cock.

I heard it all...