Chapter 2 You Feel So Good

Mia was still crumpled at the base of the door, her entire body shaking. Tears soaked her cheeks. Her lips were trembling. Her fists clenched against her thighs like she was holding herself together by force.

The house around her was dead silent... except for the echoes in her head. Their moans. Their groans. The sound of Nathan's body slamming into her sister's. The same sister she'd shared childhood secrets with.

Shared fucking blood with. She couldn't breathe. Then, KNOCK. KNOCK. Her head shot up. Not again. Her chest burned. Her stomach twisted.

Her jaw clenched tight. Knock. Knock. Knock. She wiped her wet cheeks with her palm, streaking mascara down her face as she stumbled to her feet. Her voice was hoarse, wild. "I swear to God, I told you both to fucking leave!"

She yanked the door open, rage exploding in her chest. But it wasn't Amber. And it wasn't Nathan. It was James. Her sister's boyfriend. He stood there, tall, confused, his brows pinched with concern, eyes roaming her tear-stained face and shaking frame.

"What the fuck, James?" she snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?" James lifted both hands, palms out. "Whoa! damn, Mia. You look... messed up. Are you okay? What happened?" Mia's laugh came out broken. Bitter.

"You really wanna know what happened?" she hissed, voice barely holding itself together. He nodded slowly, confused. Mia stepped back and threw her arm out wide, motioning into her living room. There it was. Her once-beautiful space, now trashed. Her couch, stained, violated. Her coffee table, knocked sideways. Her rug, covered in crumpled clothes. His shirt. Her panties. Her betrayal laid out like a crime scene.

"I'll fucking tell you what happened," Mia said through gritted teeth. "Your perfect little girlfriend, my baby sister, just left this house not even ten minutes ago." Her voice cracked, rage rising.

"With my fucking boyfriend. And guess what they were doing, James?" James blinked. His mouth parted. He didn't speak. Mia stepped closer, face flushed, tears burning again.

"She was riding his cock right here on my fucking couch," she spat. "Bouncing on him like a porn star in heat. Moaning like she forgot I fucking existed." James looked stunned, but Mia didn't stop.

"Oh, and that's not even the best part," she added, voice rising. "It's not the first time. They've been doing this behind my back for months. I found out today, on the same day I got accepted into my dream university, that my own fucking sister has been getting filled with his cum while I was cooking them dinner downstairs." She was shaking now, sobs rising, tears mixing with spit, her voice breaking completely.

"My own blood. My fucking baby sister... letting my boyfriend cum in her raw, screaming his name in my house, in my bed, under my roof!" She wiped her face again, breathing hard, fists trembling.

"I gave up everything for that man," she whispered. "I thought he was the one. And her? I trusted her with my fucking life." James stood there frozen, lips parted, expression twisting from shock to disgust to something darker.

"Mia..." he murmured. But Mia raised a hand, cutting him off. "No," she whispered, her voice low and venomous. "Don't 'Mia' me. You want to know what happened?" She pointed to the couch.

"She bent over right fucking there. I walked in while his cock was deep inside her pussy. He was telling her how much better she fucked than me. She was moaning, begging him to breed her. And he fucking did." James's mouth moved, but no words came.

"Now you know," she snapped. "That's the truth. Your little girlfriend's pussy isn't just yours. Apparently, it's community fucking property." She laughed again. Bitter. Broken. "Welcome to the club." James stood there, stunned into silence as to what he just heard. But Mia? She was vibrating with rage, humiliation, heartbreak and something darker, she could feel it in her bones. .

Her eyes locked on his. "Come inside," she said, voice low, husky, cracked from crying, but laced with something dark. James blinked. "Mia...what..." "Inside." She slammed the door behind them and turned, ripping her shirt off like it was choking her. No bra.

Just heaving tits and fury on her face. Her nipples were rock hard, aching. James blinked. "Mia! what are we!" "Shut the fuck up," she snarled, grabbing his belt with both hands and yanking.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, staring at the bulge in his jeans like it offended her. Her hands were shaking with fury as she unzipped him, shoved his pants down, and grabbed his cock like it owed her answers. And fuck, he was already hard.

"Figures," she muttered bitterly. "All it takes is a broken girl with her tits out and a couch soaked in betrayal." She didn't wait. She shoved his cock in her mouth like it was a weapon. Her throat clenched around him, spit pouring down her chin as she gagged on his length and kept going.

"F-Fuck-Mia!" James hissed, his hands flying to her hair, eyes rolling back. But Mia didn't want gentle. She wanted ruin. She bobbed her head fast, furious, her tongue swirling, her moans vibrating around him as her hands massaged his balls, tugged, teased, gripped him like she wanted to own him.

Then she pulled off, spit dripping from her lips, eyes wild, mouth red and swollen. "Sit down," she growled. James dropped onto the couch, that fucking couch-and Mia straddled him without hesitation.

No panties. Just her bare, wet pussy grinding against his cock. She stared him dead in the eye, reached between them, and lined him up. And then she sank down.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned, her head dropping back, eyes fluttering shut. "That's right... fill me up, James. Let's see if you fuck better than her." James gripped her hips, but Mia was already bouncing. Hard. Fast. Unapologetic.

The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs echoed through the room, filthier than anything. She rode him like she needed to break him. Her tits bounced wildly, sweat gleaming on her skin, mouth open in loud, needy gasps.

"Fuck me harder than he fucked her!" she screamed. "Make me forget the way she screamed for his cum!" James groaned, gripping her tighter, thrusting up into her. "Shit, Mia! fuck!this pussy's insane!" Mia leaned in, moaning in his ear. "I'm gonna moan louder than she ever did. You hear me?" Her voice was venom and sex.

"I'm gonna make her watch." And then, she grabbed her phone. James blinked. "Wait! what are you..." She opened FaceTime. Found Amber's contact. And hit call.

"Smile for the camera," Mia whispered as she bounced faster. "Let's show the little cum rag what real fucking sounds like." The phone rang. Once. Twice. And then, Amber's sleepy, smug face appeared.

"Hello..." Mia turned the camera on herself. Her tits. Her body. Her soaked pussy slamming down onto James's cock. Amber's eyes widened. "Hi, bitch." Amber gasped. "What the fuck! Mia?! What are you.."

"I'm riding your boyfriend's cock right now," Mia moaned, dragging her nails down James's chest. "And guess what? He's bigger." Amber's jaw dropped. James groaned louder, cock twitching deep inside Mia's dripping cunt. "Say hi to your girl, baby," Mia panted, smirking down at him.

James, half-fucked out, eyes glazed, looked into the camera and said, "This pussy's so tight, Amber... you never felt this good." Mia moaned loud, on purpose, throwing her head back. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

"All over your man's cock! Mmm! fuck!harder!" James grabbed her ass and slammed up into her, both of them moaning like animals. Amber shrieked, "YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Mia held up her middle finger. "This is just part one bitch. I'm not done" she hunged up the phone but she wasn't fucking done.