Walking in on my sister fucking my husband

Fury rages through me but I can’t bring myself to look away

Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash

“Oh fuck, Brad! That’s it, baby, don’t stop!”

Lustful screams laced by my sister’s shrill pitch greet me the second I open my front door. I double-check behind me seeing only her shiny, red Corvette parked out front.

Seeing as it’s my day to have our shared car, I have no doubts that it’s my husband who’s currently having his cock soaked by my venomous older sister.

I don’t lock the door behind me, wanting a quick escape route should they notice me.

Following the unmistakable groans and grunts, I sneak upstairs to my bedroom where the deceitful pair are.

And of course, in our bed. At this point, I expect no less. Neither of them clearly give even half of a shit about me.

My nice, crisp sheets are crumpled from where they’ve been rolling around, probably switching positions. My sister Clara is bouncing her plump ass on my husband’s dick, his hands grabbing her cheeks and urging her faster.

A rage like I’ve never known hits me, skating to every one of my nerve endings. My hands begin to shake and I clench them into fists to try and relieve some of the angry tension. I wince as my nails break the…