Chapter 4: The Wedding Night
The wedding hall was full of people with smiles all over their faces. Even if you weren't happy attending the wedding, you had to put on a smile. For the first time, I congratulated my stepsister, then went into the hall and sat patiently until they tied the knot. As they kissed, I smiled and stood up, walking out of the hall.
After the wedding, the guests moved to the groom's house to have some drinks. I sipped on wine until I got drunk that night. I couldn't hold it any longer, so I stepped outside to vomit. But I fell down right in their garden, and I felt someone calling my name and holding me up. His scent was familiar, but it made me lost as I kissed him.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me into the room. As he dropped me on the bed, I couldn't let go of him. His lips were warm as they touched mine, and I was lost in the moment. His hands removed my gown and rubbed my skin. His body was pleasing, his tongue went down there and suck it harder as I spread my legs wider, and I felt like I was in the clouds, my spirit soaring.
Then he had me raw from there. We finished, both weak and exhausted, and he slept beside me.
The next morning, I opened my eyes slowly to find a group of people in the room. Beside me was Ethan.
"Mom!" Rachel cried. They had been looking for Ethan since last night, but he was right there in bed with me.
"You have no shame sleeping with your sister's husband," my stepmom said, her voice dripping with disdain. They started dragging my arms.
"Stop," Ethan said, standing up from the bed.
We found ourselves later in the sitting room, filled with Ethan's parents and my stepfamily. Their eyes were all on me. Ethan was scolded for having an affair with his wife's sister on their wedding night, but he held my hand tightly.
"Mrs. Robert, please, we are sorry. We wronged you," Ethan's mom said, her voice shaky.
"Maybe they should get divorced," my stepbrother suggested, a smirk on his face.
"No, I can't divorce him. He was bewitched by the witch," Rachel cried, her tears flowing.
But all I did was smirk, feeling Ethan's grip on my hand tighten until Rachel separated us.
Yes, my mission was getting accomplished. Ethan's parents chased me out that day as I walked away. Even if it was settled, I knew the pain would never settle in Rachel's heart. It was the same way her mom had slept in my dad's bed.
That night, my sister burst into my room, tears streaking her face. She was a storm of anger, and before I could even react, she yanked my hair. I grabbed her back, and chaos exploded until others pulled us apart.
My stepmom sneered, "You have no shame."
I shot back, voice sharp, "You mean like how you took over Dad's bed? I'm just copying your game."
Leaning in close to Rachel, I locked eyes with her. "That wasn't the first time I had your husband, You know? Do you even know the first time he had me, he sucked my breast? And yesterday he sucked my pussy. He was good enough to be mine. We kissed deeply, lost in the moment. His lips were soft and his dick was hard. I love playing with his balls." I let the words hang, watching their shock grow.
Then I pushed them out, slamming the door. The silence after was loud with victory I had shaken their world, and the real chaos was just getting started.