Finnegan
The warm water in the tub had gone lukewarm by the time River knocked on the bathroom door.
I was still buried deep inside Abigail, her body soft and pliant against mine, her pussy fluttering around my cock as the last ripples of her orgasm faded. She was purring contentedly, her head resting on my shoulder.
For a moment, I wanted to ignore the world outside this tub. I wanted to stay here, wrapped in her warmth, pretending all my problems didn't exist. That my brother and mother weren't scheming together against me.
If I weren't a replica of Devin, I could have sworn I was adopted, given how much contempt they both treated me with. I was their fucking family, and for years, for fifteen solid years, they had lied to me and apparently had been trying to get rid of me.
But why now? Why fifteen years? They had killed Abigail's parents. Just how many more people had my mother and Devin killed, all for their greed?
