Keep Your Family Close

In the dim glow of their suburban kitchen, Chanel Preston plates a steaming dinner for her oblivious husband, Charles Dera. She probes for connection, her voice laced with desperation, but he's glued to his phone, devouring illicit texts from some shadowy slut. Fury simmers as her gaze snags on a birthday card from her stepsister—'Family matters, right?' she snaps. He barely grunts, dismissing her and their bond like yesterday's trash. Karma's a vicious bitch, and it's circling. Next morning, Charles's facade crumbles when teen vixen Whitney Wright raps on the door, her cool smirk slicing through his panic. He freezes, cock hardening in dread, as Chanel spots her and ushers the 'cookie girl' inside. Whitney's lips curl: 'Misunderstanding—I'm here for my stepdaddy.' Charles is trapped, sweat beading, while Chanel beams, embracing her 'niece' with open arms, offering a room in their twisted home. Whitney's eyes lock on him, dark promises of forbidden revenge flickering when Chanel turns away. Secrets fester, and his descent into her sultry hell has only ignited.