Michele faps to his redhead sister blowing their dad.

The Corruption Spreads

The humid summer air clung to Michele’s skin as he crept down the hallway, his bare feet silent against the hardwood. It was late—too late for anyone to still be awake. But the muffled noises coming from his father’s study had dragged him from bed, his cock already stiff with curiosity.

What the hell is going on?

He pressed his ear to the door, his breath hitching as the sounds sharpened—wet, rhythmic, filthy.

A moan.

Rebecca’s moan.

His pulse spiked.

Slowly, carefully, he turned the knob, cracking the door just enough to see inside.

And then—

Oh. Fuck.

Rebecca’s First Lesson

Rebecca knelt between Stefano’s spread thighs, her lips stretched obscenely around his cock—a cock that shouldn’t be that thick, that long, that veined.

But the Osiris Ring didn’t just corrupt minds.

It warped bodies.

Stefano’s fingers tangled in her fiery red hair, guiding her up and down his shaft with slow, deliberate pulls. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Take it deeper.”

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered, her cheeks hollowed as she struggled to accommodate him. Drool spilled from her lips, streaking her chin, her throat working around the intrusion.

Michele’s hand flew to his own cock, his fingers wrapping around his length in a **** grip.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He’d seen his sister naked before several times—accidentally, of course, when she’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door. The sight of Rebecca's fat ass burned deep in his memory. But this?

This was something else entirely.

The Ring’s Influence

Rebecca whimpered as Stefano’s cockhead nudged the back of her throat, her slender body trembling with the effort not to gag.

Too big.

But the mark on her thigh burned, pulsing in time with the ring’s dark energy.

Obey

Her fingers dug into Stefano’s thighs, her nails leaving crescent indents in his skin. She wanted to pull away—to gasp for air, to think.

But the ring wouldn’t let her.

Stefano smirked, his thumb brushing the young woman's flushed cheek. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

The praise sent a bolt of warmth through her, his daughter's pussy clenching around nothing.

*Schluck*

"W-Why does it feel so good? Dad's cock is so fucking big..." Another soul fragment, Rebecca's mind was a hazy cockdrunk mess already...

*Schluck*

Michele’s breath came in ragged pants as the young man stroked himself, his eyes locked on the way Rebecca’s luscious red lips stretched, the way her throat bulged with each thrust.

She’s enjoying this.

The realization sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

The First Betrayal

Stefano’s grip tightened, his hips lifting slightly off the chair as he fucked Rebecca’s mouth with slow, deep strokes. “Look at you,” he growled. “My perfect little slut.”

Rebecca’s moan vibrated around him, her fingers twitching against his legs.

She liked that.

The ring thrummed, its power coiling around her thoughts, rewriting them.

You were made for this

Michele’s hand moved faster, his balls tightening as he watched his sister’s transformation—the way her resistance crumbled, the way her body arched toward their father’s touch.

She’s loving it.

The young man's teeth sank into his lower lip, his hips jerking as pre-cum beaded at his tip.

Fuck, I’m close.

The Breaking Point

Stefano’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Rebecca’s hair. “Swallow it all,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. “Every. Last. Drop.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened, the redhead vixen's throat working as he pulsed in her mouth.

Then—

Release.

Hot, thick spurts flooded his daughter's throat, her nose wrinkling at the bitter, creamy taste. But the ring hummed, twisting her disgust into pleasure.

Good girl.

She swallowed obediently, her tongue lapping at his slit to catch every last drop.

"S-So tasty... More, I need daddy's cum." Another mental echo, it seemed Rebecca's cumslut streak had finally awakened under the ring's corruption

Michele came the second he saw her throat bob, his cum splattering against the hallway wall as his knees nearly gave out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He’d just gotten off to his sister sucking their father’s cock.

And the worst part?

He wanted to see it again.

The Aftermath

Rebecca slumped back on her heels, her lips swollen, her chin glistening with spit and cum. Her mind was a haze—half horror, half hunger.

What have I done?

But the mark on her thigh pulsed, warm and insistent.

Mine

Stefano tucked himself back into his pants, his fingers brushing her cheek. “You were perfect.”

Her stomach fluttered.

Michele stumbled back from the door, his heart hammering.

I need to talk to Dad.

But not about Mom.

About this.