Rebecca is back home from soccer practice...

THE ARRIVAL – REBECCA'S SILENT WITNESS

The apartment door clicked open with a sound that might as well have been a gunshot.

Rebecca stood frozen in the threshold, the young redhead's Torino FC soccer bag slipping from her shoulder to hit the floor with a muffled thud. The scent hit her first—musky sweat, sex, and something darker, something wrong that coiled in the back of her throat like smoke. The slender vixen's green eyes—usually sharp with the focus of a striker on the pitch—widened as they tracked the scene before her.

"W-What the hell is happening here..."

*PLAP*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Her father’s bare ass flexed with each deep, possessive thrust into Nora’s ruined pussy. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Nora’s breathless whimpers. Rebecca’s gaze trailed lower, to where Nora’s belly—already rounding—pressed against the couch cushions, soiled with the uncle-niece duo's love juices, her cousin's faint stretch marks glistening with sweat.

And then—

The cream.

Thick, white rivulets of her father’s thick sticky cum leaked from Nora’s gaping hole, dripping onto the couch in slow, syrupy strands.

Rebecca didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

For a full minute, she just stared.

Then—

Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked to her room, the door clicking shut behind her with eerie finality.

THE AFTERMATH – A GOTH’S PANIC

Nora panicked.

"U-Uncle—she saw us! She—nngh—she knows!" The pale voluptuous beauty sobbed, her curvy body shaking with fear even as Stefano’s cock twitched inside her, still pumping the last remnants of his seed into his niece's hungry womb.

Stefano kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same dominance as the incubus' cock had claimed her cunt. When he pulled back, his golden eyes burned with dark amusement.

"She saw," he murmured, his claws tracing the swell of her belly, "but she didn’t understand."

Nora’s breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower, smearing the cum leaking from her pussy before pushing two digits back inside, stretching her even further.

"And by the time she does," Stefano purred, his voice laced with hypnotic promise, "she’ll be begging to join you."

REBECCA’S ROOM – THE BEGINNING OF A BREAK

Rebecca’s bedroom door locked with a soft click.

She didn’t turn on the lights.

Instead, she stood in the center of the room, the young woman's chest rising and falling too fast, her lithe fingers trembling at her sides. The image of her father fucking Nora—of Nora’s pregnant belly—burned behind her eyelids like a brand.

"What the fuck…?"

Her soccer jersey clung to her back with sweat, the fabric suddenly suffocating. She tore it off with rough, jerky movements, tossing it onto the floor before collapsing onto her bed.

Her phone buzzed—a message from her teammate, Viola.

"You good? Coach said you bolted after practice."

Rebecca didn’t reply.

Couldn’t.

Because all she could see was Nora.

Nora’s belly.

Her cousin’s pleasure.

And worst of all—

Her father’s approval.

A soft knock at her door made the redhead vixen flinch.

"Rebecca?" Stefano’s voice was smooth, concerned. "Can we talk?"

Rebecca’s throat tightened.

"No."

But the pale beauty's traitorous body was already moving, already unlocking the door before she could stop herself.

THE SEDUCTION – A DAUGHTER’S FALL

Stefano stood in the doorway, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the bite marks Nora had left on his chest. The incubus gold-flecked eyes gleamed in the dim light, his scent—dark, intoxicating—washing over Rebecca like a wave.

"You left so quickly," he murmured, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "I was worried."

Rebecca’s pulse spiked.

"I—I saw—"

"What did you see, sweetie?" Stefano’s deep baritone dropped, his fingers brushing his daughter's pale cheek in a gesture that might have been paternal if not for the way his thumb lingered on her bottom lip.

Rebecca flinched.

"You and Nora—"

"Nora is happy," Stefano interrupted, his voice a velvet-wrapped command. "She’s fulfilled. Isn’t that what matters?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

"Y-Yes."

The word slipped out before she could stop it.

Stefano smiled.

"Good girl."

His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her close until Rebecca's forehead rested against his chest.

"Now," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, "I'm gonna help Nora wash up before she leaves..."

What a fucked up family...