That afternoon, Angeline hurried home from the Academy, her steps quick and her heart aflutter. A persistent blush warmed her cheeks as she replayed her stepbrother Adam's promise from that morning—a special gift awaited her today. Her schoolbag, felt weightless in her grip, her mind too occupied with fantasies of what Adam might have for her.
Her life had transformed over the past few weeks. Her family was finally, truly close, especially with her mother, Delilah, who had once been a distant figure. Now, they often gathered in Adam's room. Though her mother sometimes seemed to be in pain, Adam always reassured her it was for their own good, a necessary step to strengthen their family bond.
She paused at the front door, taking a steadying breath before pushing it open. Immediately, noisy sounds from the second floor captured her attention—long, drawn-out moans, the rhythmic sound of bodies colliding, and familiar, breathless pants.
