Ntr’ed by My Friend - Part 7

What is that? The sounds, panting, wet, rhythmic, hit me like a punch.

Christine freezes, just block it out, but Daphne's broken moans pull me in.

Feels too alive.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Alan."

But Blake's frantic body's screaming for it.

Her fingers move faster, more urgent.

"It's too good, too wrong.

I can't stop.

And to keep looking at them."

Christine's lost in the sounds, Daphne's moans, Blake's commands.

Her release rips through her, her whole body shuddering under the crash.

I'm still feeling his hands, God, I'm pathetic.

Come on, Christine, you can't hide forever.

Do something, shutting down won't help.

Why do you even care?

Because I care about you, silly.

You're my sister.

I know that desire in you.

I can't just watch you waste away in bed.

We all have our demons, but facing them is the only way to move on.

Oh, ever heard of ethical NTR?

NTR?

What's that, Daphne?

You know, watching someone else.

It's a thing, super popular in some circles.

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