The guilt was eating me alive, but my body betrayed me every single night. I’d started locking my door, only for them to pick it open like it was nothing. Tonight, I didn’t even try. I lay there in the dark, panties already soaked through, waiting like the weak, perverted stepdaughter I was becoming.

The door opened at 12:45 AM. Ethan and Lucas stepped in, both naked, cocks hard and leaking. Ethan carried a black bag. Lucas had his phone in hand.

“Still telling yourself it’s wrong, princess?” Ethan asked, voice low and mocking as he set the bag down.

“Yes,” I whispered, even as my nipples hardened and my...