More chaos

Julia turned away from Nick’s door, cheeks still flaming, the image of his massive cock and that damning photo of her in the shower burned into her retinas. She clutched the towel tighter to her chest and hurried down the hallway toward the stairs, bare feet silent on the carpet, mind reeling—her own son, hard for her, filming her most private moment. The shame twisted low in her belly, mixing with a fresh, unwelcome pulse of heat she refused to name.

Halfway down the stairs she heard the bathroom door bang open behind her. Footsteps—quick, frantic—then Nick burst out, towel knotted loosely around his waist, hair dripping, clearly **** to grab clothes from his room before anyone else saw him like this.

At the exact same second, Riley’s bedroom door swung wide. She stepped out in her usual morning haze—oversized sleep shirt, hair a tangled mess, phone already in hand—yawning as she headed for the bathroom.

They collided at full speed.

Nick’s momentum carried him straight into her. Riley yelped as his chest slammed into hers; she stumbled backward, feet tangling, and went down hard on her ass in the hallway. Nick pitched forward on top of her, arms windmilling for balance, and the loosely tied towel gave up entirely—slipping free and pooling around his knees as he landed between her legs.

His still-hard cock—thick, veined, flushed dark from his interrupted session—swung free and smacked wetly across Riley’s cheek with the impact.

Riley’s eyes flew wide. For a frozen heartbeat she just stared up at him, mouth open in shock. Then the scream ripped out of her, high and piercing.

“WHAT THE FUCK, NICK! YOU PERV!”

Nick scrambled backward, face scarlet, hands flying to cover himself as he tried to untangle their limbs—his knee still wedged between her thighs, her sleep shirt rucked up to her hips, exposing pale panties. “Riley—I didn’t—it was an accident—shit, I’m sorry—”

She shoved at his chest, twisting away, cheeks blazing with fury and humiliation. “Get OFF me, you disgusting freak! Oh my God, I’m gonna puke—”

Nick finally rolled free, snatching the fallen towel and wrapping it around his waist with shaking hands, cock still half-hard and impossible to hide completely. He backed toward his room, babbling apologies, while Riley scrambled to her feet, yanking her shirt down, tears of rage already shining in her eyes.

Julia stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, towel slipping slightly, one hand pressed to her mouth, watching the chaos unfold—her son’s erection, her daughter’s scream, the towel on the floor like evidence of everything wrong in the house that morning. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the forbidden heat between her own legs flaring brighter even as horror choked her throat.