The next morning dawned bright and early, the mansion filled with the usual sounds of a family routine—Paige humming in the shower, coffee brewing in the kitchen. Stiles had barely slept, her body still buzzing from her secret orgasm outside her mom and daddy’s door, jealousy festering like a hot coal in her chest. She cornered Derek in the hallway as he headed downstairs, dressed in his sharp suit for work. She grabbed his arm, pulling him into a shadowed alcove, her pink lips pouting dramatically, eyes narrowed.

“Daddy… I saw you last night,” she whispered harshly, pressing her body against his, her massive tits squishing into his chest. “Fucking Mommy like that… pounding her pussy, filling her up. How could you? After our week together?”