Chapter 1: Unspoken Secrets
Tom hadn’t meant to barge in. The bathroom door was ajar, and he’d assumed it was empty. But there they were—Tiffany, his sharp-tongued sister, and Mary, her fiery best friend—standing side by side, their reflections in the mirror revealing rounded bellies that stopped him cold. His heart slammed against his ribcage, memories of that wild, drunken night six months ago flooding back. The heat, the tangled limbs, the reckless abandon. He’d tried to forget it, but now? Now, the evidence was undeniable.
“Well, well, look who’s playing peeping Tom,” Tiffany drawled, her voice dripping with mockery as she turned to face him, one hand resting on her hip, the other cradling her swollen stomach. Her dark eyes glinted with a challenge. “Didn’t think you’d see the consequences of your little escapade, did you, brother dearest?”
Mary smirked, leaning against the sink, her curves even more pronounced now. “Surprise, Tommy boy. Guess we’re all in this mess together. Care to explain how you’re gonna handle being a double daddy?” Her tone was biting, but there was a flicker of something else—something hungry—in her gaze.
Tom swallowed hard, his throat dry as desert sand. “I… I didn’t know. I swear. That night—it was a mistake. We were wasted.”
“Oh, please,” Tiffany snapped, stepping closer, her presence commanding even with the weight of pregnancy. “Don’t play the innocent card now. You loved every second of it. Don’t pretend you didn’t.” She tilted her head, a wicked smile curling her lips. “I can still feel how hard you were, Tom. Bet you’re getting stiff just thinking about it.”
His face burned, but he couldn’t deny the stir in his jeans. Damn her for knowing exactly how to push his buttons. “Tiff, this isn’t funny. We’re in deep shit here.”
Mary laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Oh, we’re way past deep, sweetheart. But you know what? I’m not mad. In fact…” She stepped forward, her fingers brushing his chest, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve been horny as hell lately. Pregnancy does that to a girl. What do you say we revisit old times?”
Tom’s breath hitched. This was wrong—so wrong—but the air crackled with tension, thick and electric. Tiffany’s eyes narrowed, but not in anger. No, there was heat there, too. “Don’t look at me like I’m gonna stop you,” she said, her voice sharp but laced with desire. “I’ve been dripping for weeks, Tom. If Mary’s game, so am I. But you’d better not hold back this time.”
His resolve crumbled like a house of cards. The bathroom suddenly felt too small, the heat of their bodies too close. He could already imagine the taste of their skin, the way they’d writhed under him that night. His cock twitched, straining against his zipper, and he knew there was no turning back.
“Fuck it,” he growled, stepping forward, his hands reaching for Mary first. She met him with a fierce kiss, her tongue demanding, while Tiffany pressed against his side, her breath hot on his neck. “You’d better make this good, big brother,” she purred, her fingers already tugging at his belt. “We’re not fragile, so don’t treat us like we are.”
Their clothes hit the floor in a frenzy, the room filling with the sound of heavy breathing and sharp gasps. Tom’s hands roamed over Mary’s full breasts, then down Tiffany’s hips, his mind a haze of raw need. He was hard—painfully so—and they knew it, their taunts only fueling the fire.
“Gonna show us what you’ve got, or are you all talk?” Mary teased, her hand sliding down to grip him, her touch bold and unapologetic. Tiffany’s laugh was wicked as she nipped at his ear. “Better not cum too quick, Tom. We’ve got expectations.”
The tension was unbearable, their bodies slick with anticipation, sweating already from the heat of their closeness. He pushed Mary back against the sink, her ass pressing into the cold porcelain, while Tiffany’s nails dug into his shoulders, guiding him with a strength that left no room for hesitation. They were wet, dripping with desire, and he was beyond ready to lose himself in them again.
This was madness. This was sin. And as he positioned himself, their panting breaths mingling with his own, he knew this time would be even more explosive than the last.
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