Yes (Main Story)

It was then that she heard the key turn in the lock. Tiffany's voice called out from the hallway, "I'm home!" The shock and fear in Chloe's eyes was palpable as she hastily pulled away from Dan's cock, wiping her mouth. She scrambled to her feet, trying to compose herself while Dan frantically tucked himself back into his pants, his heart racing.

"You've got to hide," Chloe whispered, pushing Dan towards Tiffany's bedroom.

With no time to argue, Dan stumbled into Tiffany's room, his heart thudding in his chest. He barely had a moment to catch his breath before he heard Tiffany's footsteps approaching the living room. He couldn't believe what was happening—he was hiding in his date's room, with her stepsister's saliva still wet on his cock.

Tiffany walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. She looked at Chloe, who was standing by the couch with a **** smile plastered on her face.

"Hey, I didn't expect you back so soon," Chloe said.

"The emergency was sorted out faster than I thought," Tiffany replied, her eyes scanning the room.

Dan's heart skipped a beat. He could see the outline of Chloe's body against the bedroom door, frozen in place. He held his breath, hoping Tiffany wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"How's the night been?" Tiffany asked, setting her bag down by the door.

"Just watching a movie," Chloe said nonchalantly, the porn was still playing. The couple on screen were now in a vigorous position, their bodies writhing in pleasure.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the scene on the TV. "The Big Night In?" she questioned, holding up the DVD case that she had pulled from the entertainment stand. It was one of her favorite adult films, a guilty pleasure she had picked up during her college days. The title was a play on words, referring to the size of the male lead's anatomy and the main plotline of a friend's betrayal. The irony was not lost on her, and she felt a sudden jolt of arousal at the sight of Chloe's smug expression.

"Tiffany, I can explain..." Dan stuttered, emerging from the bedroom with his shirt untucked and his hair a mess, his cheeks flushed with a mix of guilt and excitement.

Tiffany's eyes blazed with fury—or at least that's what she allowed them to show. Inside, she felt a swirl of emotions: shock, arousal, and a hint of jealousy. But she knew she couldn't let either of them see that. She had to keep up the facade.

The porn star's moans echoed through the room, punctuating the tension.

"How could you?" Tiffany shrieked, her voice a mix of faux rage and barely contained desire. She slammed the DVD case onto the coffee table with a thud that rattled the apartment. "Get out!" she yelled at Dan, her hand pointing dramatically at the door. "This is my apartment!"

Dan, didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed his jacket, his eyes darting between Tiffany and Chloe, who was still standing there. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

Tiffany watched him leave, her heart racing. She was torn between anger and a strange thrill that Chloe had done the one thing she had been too shy to do herself—take the initiative with a man she desired. Once the door slammed shut.