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This was molestation.No, it’s rape, my mind screamed.
There was no escape for me. I couldn’t even shout for help.
Mom couldn’t see me like this. Brian couldn’t see me like this.
The whole thing was shameful. Degrading.
Would they even believe me if I told them I was forced into this situation? Did victims ever get a voice? Noah, Corey, and Caleb would claim I was the one who seduced them.
While Mom would believe me, what about the rest of their household. What about Brian? Would he trust me over his sons?
Camilla Brown and her mom lived on the wrong side of the tracks. They were so poor, they’d willingly whore themselves to the Amhurst men. The mother got senior Amhurst while the daughter seduced the three sons. Such whores!That’s what everyone would say about us.
The truth was so easily warped when filthy rich bastards like them were involved in a case like this.
“Don’t cry, sugar,” Corey said in a gentle voice. Glancing up at him, I caught a glimpse of regret in those green eyes. He swiped a thumb over my cheek and then, brought it up against his lips and tasted my tears.
“Don’t let those fake tears get you,” said Caleb in a strained voice as he rubbed his cock’s head against my pussy. He’d dropped his trousers already, preparing to impale me.
My boyfriend back in high school broke up with me before we could be intimate together. His parents moved to a different state and he had no choice but to follow.
He’d promised he’d visit me again. He’d promised to be the first guy to enter me.
Men lie, I realized as Caleb suddenly thrust inside me.
My eyes widened from the flash of pain, the sudden feeling of fullness, uncomfortable and achy. I gasped, all my breath leaving my body as he penetrated me deeply in another swift thrust.
“What a tight pussy,” Caleb grated through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfection.”
My knees shook, nearly making me fall to the floor but Caleb’s arm around me was like a supportive vice. He held onto me, making sure I stood hunched against him while he pounded mercilessly inside me.
There were no sweet words. Nothing to soothe away my pain and trauma.
Corey played with my boobs, kneading them and sucking them in his mouth.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. How did I go from helping Corey Amhurst to being raped by him and his twin brother?
My gaze was fixed on the young man sitting in the corner.
Noah’s beautiful face was a mask of cold cruelty. He held the phone steady, capturing my humiliation without flinching.
A strange kind of pressure built up deep inside me. The pain of Caleb’s rough penetration disappeared, replaced by a heightening sense of pleasure.
My eyes squeezed shut tightly. I didn’t want to feel any kind of pleasure from such a humiliating, inhuman act.
And yet, my body trembled, erasing all thoughts from my head as pure fire exploded through me. I cried out, my knees trembling from the powerful impact as Caleb pounded inside me.
“Fuck! She’s gone tighter,” Caleb groaned.
“Get her on her knees,” Corey’s voice was rough with need.
As the momentary intensity subsided, I was able to open my eyes.
Corey’s trousers were thrown aside and he stood before me with his cock in his hands. Each stroke made his thick dick lengthen and harden.
Caleb’s hand fell on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. The thick carpet on the floor cushioned my knee caps but it was little consolation when Corey prodded my cheek with the swollen tip of his cock.
“Open up, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “Let me feel that sweet mouth on my dick.”
