Everyone knows you're screwing your sister.
Liana's POV
The afterglow lingered like a drug in my veins, Dante's body still draped over mine, his chest heaving against my back as we collapsed in a sweaty tangle on my bed. His cock softened inside me, but he didn't pull out right away, grinding lazily as if to seal every drop of his release deep where it belonged. "Mine," he murmured into my hair, one hand possessively cupping my breast, thumb flicking the hardened nipple. The room smelled of us—sex, sweat, and that intoxicating musk of his that made my head spin. I could feel the fresh load starting to leak out, mixing with the earlier remnants, a sticky trail down my inner thigh that he'd no doubt make me keep as a reminder.
But as the haze cleared, reality crept back in. Jake's threats echoed in my mind, Sasha's whispers amplifying like a storm on the horizon. "Dante," I whispered, twisting to face him, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "What if he really spreads those pics? Or tells everyone about us? School's bad enough with the rumors—Sasha's like a virus, infecting everyone."
He propped himself up on an elbow, those stormy eyes darkening with a mix of anger and desire. "Let him try. I'll bury him." His hand slid down my body, dipping between my legs to swipe through the mess, bringing his fingers to my lips. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting us—salty, sweet, forbidden. It made him groan, his cock twitching against my hip. "No one's taking you from me, Liana. Not some ex-douche, not the whole fucking school. We're in this fire together."
I nodded, but doubt gnawed at me. "It's not just the school, though. What about home? If Mom or Richard find out..." My voice trailed off, the thought sending a chill through the warmth of our afterglow. Dante's expression hardened, but he pulled me closer, his lips brushing my forehead in a rare moment of tenderness.
"We'll handle it. One step at a time. But if Jake crosses that line, he's done." His tone was steel, and I believed him—Dante had always been the protector, the one who didn't back down from a fight. We dressed haphazardly—me in a fresh pair of panties that immediately soaked through with the evidence of our passion, him in his practice gear, the fabric clinging to his still-damp skin like a second layer. Downstairs, the house was still empty, but the clock ticked toward Mom and Richard's return. We raided the fridge for a quick snack, his hand never far from my ass, squeezing teasingly as if Jake's intrusion had only stoked his claim.
"God, you're insatiable," I teased, popping a grape into my mouth while leaning against the counter. Dante caged me in with his arms, his body pressing flush against mine, the bulge in his shorts already stirring again.
"Can you blame me? Look at you—flushed, marked up, leaking me." He nipped at my earlobe, his breath hot. "I could bend you over this counter right now, fuck you while the lasagna bakes. Let the whole house smell like us when they walk in."
I shivered, my core clenching at the idea, but pushed him back playfully. "Down, boy. They'll be home any minute." As if on cue, the front door opened, Mom breezing in first, arms laden with shopping bags, Richard trailing behind with a weary sigh.
"Hey, kids! How was your day?" She beamed, oblivious to the tension humming between Dante and me, setting the bags down with a thud.
"Fine," I mumbled, shifting to hide the flush creeping up my neck. Dante's foot nudged mine under the coffee table as we moved to the living room, a subtle reminder that sent a fresh ache through my core.
Richard dropped into his armchair, loosening his tie. "Practice go well, son? You look beat."
Dante smirked, stretching his arms overhead in a way that flexed his biceps, drawing my gaze despite myself. "Yeah, intense. Worked up a good sweat." His eyes flicked to me, loaded with innuendo. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, but heat pooled between my legs again, the soreness turning to want.
Mom bustled into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "I'm making lasagna tonight—family favorite! Liana, help me unpack these groceries?"
I followed her, grateful for the distraction, but Dante's gaze burned into my back. As I sorted veggies into the fridge, Mom chatted away. "You two seem closer lately. It's nice—Richard and I were worried about blending the families, but you're like real siblings now."
I nearly choked on air. "Yeah... real close." If only she knew how close. The irony twisted in my gut, but it also sent a thrill through me, the taboo making everything sharper.
Dinner was the usual facade—Mom's lasagna bubbling hot from the oven, layers of cheese and sauce that filled the room with a comforting aroma. Small talk about school and work flowed, but under the table, Dante's hand found my thigh, inching higher until his fingers brushed the damp crotch of my panties. I nearly dropped my fork, clenching around nothing as he traced slow circles, his face the picture of innocence while chatting with Richard about some sports game.
"Pass the garlic bread, sis?" he asked, voice casual, but his pinky dipped under the fabric, sliding through my slick folds.
I handed it over with a shaky hand, my voice breathy. "Here." Mom prattled on about her yoga instructor, Richard nodded along, none the wiser as Dante's finger pushed inside me, curling just enough to make my toes curl. The risk—them right there—made it unbearable, my hips shifting minutely to ride his hand. "So, uh, how was work, Richard?" I managed, trying to sound normal as pleasure built like a wave.
"Boring as hell—meetings all day," he grumbled, oblivious. Dante's thumb joined in, pressing on my clit with firm strokes. I came silently, biting the inside of my cheek, waves crashing through me as his cum from earlier mixed with my release, dripping onto his palm.
He withdrew slowly, bringing his hand to his mouth under the guise of wiping his lips, licking it clean with a wicked glint in his eye. "Delicious," he murmured, too low for anyone but me to hear. "Best meal yet."
I kicked him lightly under the table, my face burning, but the aftershocks had me squirming in my seat.
That night, after lights out, he snuck into my room again, the creak of the door like a siren call. "Couldn't wait," he growled, stripping me bare and flipping me onto my stomach. His pierced cock slid home in one thrust, the metal ball dragging over my g-spot with brutal precision. "Quiet, baby. Don't wake them." But he fucked me hard, hand over my mouth, muffling my moans as the headboard thumped softly against the wall.
"Fuck, Dante—slower, they'll hear," I gasped between thrusts, but my body arched into him, begging for more.
"Let them," he rasped, hips snapping faster. "Imagine Mom walking in, seeing her daughter getting railed by her stepson. Bet it'd shock the hell out of her." The words should have scared me, but they only heightened the intensity, my orgasm ripping through me as I clenched around him, the piercing sending sparks everywhere.
He followed with a muffled groan, pumping me full again. "Sleep with it inside you," he whispered, pulling out and tucking the sheets around us. We dozed tangled together, his arm possessive over my waist.
Morning came too soon, another school day looming. In the SUV, he pulled over halfway there, in a secluded spot off the main road. "Quickie," he demanded, yanking me into his lap. I rode him frantically, skirt bunched around my waist, his hands guiding my hips as cars whizzed by unseen. "Feel that? That's me owning you, stepsis. No one else." He came with a grunt, filling me anew, and I followed, grinding down as the piercing sent me over.
"God, you're going to get us caught one day," I panted, collapsing against his chest.
"Worth it," he replied, kissing me deeply before we straightened up and continued to school.
At school, the rumors had escalated—whispers in the halls, stares in class. Sasha cornered me in the bathroom during third period, her posse giggling behind her. "So, Liana, how's stepbro's dick? Jake told me all about your little visit yesterday. Said Dante threw him out like a jealous boyfriend. Pathetic."
I squared up, adrenaline surging. "Jealous? Of what, your failed attempts to get in his pants? Back off, Sasha. Or I'll make sure everyone knows about your daddy's hush money for that shoplifting incident last year."
She faltered, but sneered. "Whatever. The pics are coming out soon. Jake's pissed. He's got stuff on both of you—intimate shit. Wait till your parents see."
Fear twisted in my gut, but I held firm. "Do it. See what happens." I stormed out, heart racing, straight to the library where Dante waited in our secret corner. "It's getting worse," I whispered, pulling him into a shadowed aisle.
He pinned me against the bookshelves, hand slipping under my skirt to find me wet and ready. "Let it burn," he murmured, fingers plunging deep. "We'll face it together." His thumb on my clit had me gasping, the library's hush amplifying every wet sound. A librarian passed nearby, oblivious, as I came on his hand, biting his shoulder to stay silent.
"Feel better?" he teased, licking his fingers.
"A little," I admitted, but the anxiety lingered.
By afternoon, Jake had made good on his threat—or part of it. My phone buzzed with alerts: anonymous posts on the school gossip app, blurry pics of me in lingerie, captioned "Step-slut Liana's secrets." No faces, but everyone knew. Whispers turned to outright stares, laughter echoing in the halls. Then, worse—snippets of texts leaked, hinting at Dante and me, but no hard proof yet.
Dante found me in the parking lot after school, fury etched on his face. "I saw. That fucker's dead." He pulled me into the SUV, but instead of driving home, he sped to Jake's house, knuckles white on the wheel.
"Dante, no—don't," I pleaded, but my body hummed with the danger, the protectiveness turning me on despite everything. "What if he calls the cops? Or fights back?"
"Let him try," Dante snarled, his jaw set. We pulled up to Jake's sprawling suburban house, the kind with a manicured lawn and a basketball hoop in the driveway. Dante was out of the car before I could stop him, storming up the path.
I followed, heart pounding, as Jake answered the door, smirking at first. "Well, if it isn't the incestuous duo. Come to beg?"
Dante's fist connected with Jake's jaw in a flash, a solid crack that sent him sprawling back into the foyer. "Delete everything," Dante snarled, stepping inside and towering over him. Jake scrambled to his feet, wiping blood from his split lip, eyes wide with shock.
"You asshole—you just assaulted me!" Jake swung back wildly, his fist grazing Dante's shoulder. Dante dodged the next punch easily, grabbing Jake's arm and twisting it behind his back, slamming him against the wall. Pictures rattled on the shelves, a vase teetering precariously.
"Assault? This is just a warm-up," Dante growled, kneeing Jake in the thigh to drop him to his knees. Jake lashed out with a kick, catching Dante in the shin, making him grunt and loosen his grip. Jake spun free, grabbing a nearby lamp and swinging it like a bat. The base clipped Dante's arm, drawing a curse, but Dante charged, tackling Jake to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
They rolled on the carpet, fists flying—Jake landing a punch to Dante's ribs, Dante retaliating with an elbow to Jake's nose, blood spraying. "You think you can threaten her? Leak her shit?" Dante pinned him, fist raised. "I'll end you."
"Stop! Please!" I yelled from the doorway, but part of me was mesmerized by Dante's raw power, the way his muscles flexed under his shirt.
Jake gasped, nose bleeding profusely. "Fine, fuck! It's done." He fumbled for his phone on the floor, showing the deletions with trembling hands—pics erased, posts taken down. But his eyes gleamed with malice as he wheezed, "But the rumors? They're out. Everyone knows you're screwing your sister. And those other pics? Already mailed them to your house. Special delivery for Mommy Dearest."
Dante's face paled, then reddened with rage. He hauled Jake up by the collar. "You what?"
"You heard me. Intimate ones—of her, and a couple I snapped of you two in the parking lot yesterday. Blurry, but clear enough. Have fun explaining that." Jake laughed through the blood, a manic sound.
Dante shoved him hard against the wall one last time, cracking the drywall. "If anything else leaks, I'll come back. And next time, no witnesses." He stormed out, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the car.
We sped home in tense silence, my mind racing. "What if she's already seen them?" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.
"We'll deal with it," Dante said, but his voice cracked slightly, the first sign of vulnerability I'd seen.
Pulling into the driveway, the house looked deceptively normal. But as we entered, Mom was in the kitchen, an open envelope on the counter, photos scattered like confetti. Her face was ashen, eyes wide as she looked up at us. "What... what is this?" She held up a photo—me in lingerie, another of Dante and me in the SUV, mid-kiss, his hand up my skirt. Blurry, but unmistakable.
My stomach dropped. "Mom, I—"