Unnatural Arrangement

Ever since his folks died, Nate has lived with Henry. Not blood, but family all the same. Then Henry marries Bridget. She starts moving things around, changing the rules, and Nate feels the old house cracking under new skin. One afternoon he walks into the kitchen and freezes. Bridget’s bent over the counter, skirt shoved up, Henry driving into her like he owns the air she breathes. They don’t even pause when they see him. Plates clatter. The fridge hums. Henry just grunts that they run a free-use house now and Nate better get used to it. Nate tries to act normal, grabbing bread, slicing cheese, asking dumb questions while wet sounds slap the tile. His cock thickens anyway. Bridget catches the bulge, smirks around a moan. Henry tells him to drop his pants if he wants in. Next thing Nate knows he’s pressed between them, Bridget’s mouth on his, Henry’s hand guiding him deep into her soaked cunt while Henry pushes into his ass. They move like they planned this, like the three of them were always meant to fuck raw in the middle of the day. Double-stuffed, skin slapping, every filthy sound bouncing off the cabinets. The snack sits forgotten on the counter while the new family breaks every last rule.