I didn’t even pretend to lock the door anymore. By midnight I was naked under the sheets, legs slightly spread, my pussy already aching and wet with shameful anticipation. The guilt never went away — it only made me drip harder.

The door opened. Ethan and Lucas walked in, naked and hard, with a third man behind them. Tall, muscular, in his late thirties, with a cruel smile.

“Princess,” Ethan purred, climbing onto the bed. “Tonight we’re finishing your corruption. Meet Uncle Marcus. He’s going to help us completely ruin our sweet stepdaughter.”

I shook my head, voice trembling. “No… this is too much. You’re my stepdads. Bringing someone else?...