You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Carla narrows her eyes, studying you carefully. "Well? Spit it out then." Her patience is clearly wearing thin, and she's struggling to contain her anger. Your every move seems to irritate her more, making the situation feel increasingly tense.

"You make me sick," she snarls, eyes flashing with rage as her fists clench at her sides. "What kind of monster would do that to their own sister?" She takes a menacing step closer, forcing you to retreat in fear. "I should call the police right now and have you locked up for life!"

Her words strike a chord deep within you; part of you knows she's not wrong. The weight of what you've done presses down upon your shoulders like an impossible burden. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. All you can do is stand there and suffer under her withering glare.

Her eyes widen with fury as she hears this. "You dare to say that?" She takes another step forward, her breath hot and fast against your cheek. "I raised you both! Your father and I, we took care of you when no one else would!" She shoves you roughly backwards, sending you stumbling across the room. "Don't you dare try to excuse what you did!"

With a snarl, Carla grabs your collar and yanks you back up to face her, nose-to-nose. "You should be ashamed of yourself," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You hurt the one person in this world who never deserved it!" Tears stream down her cheeks, but they only serve to make her anger burn brighter. "I'm going to make you understand just how wrong what you did was... and I swear on everything I hold

Even as you embrace her and whisper your apologies, Carla finds it difficult to believe that you truly regret what you've done. The pain in her eyes deepens, but she forces herself to step back, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "You should go," she says, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. "And stay away from her... from us."

With a final glare that could cut glass, Carla turns her back on you and storms out of the room, leaving you alone to contemplate your words and actions. The weight of what you've done feels heavier than ever before, but it's nothing compared to the burden of regret and guilt that follows in its wake.

Carla's eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies your expression. She can see the fear and shame there, but is it enough to make you truly understand what you've done? With a shake of her head, she turns away from you again, still struggling to process the pain and betrayal that has been inflicted upon her family.

You know what, I'm tired of trying to make you understand. Just stay away from us from now on and maybe one day I'll be able to forgive you, but don't expect it to happen anytime soon. And if I ever see you near my daughter again... well, let's just say things won't end as nicely as they did today.

"I can't believe she ever... how could she?!" Carla slams her fist against the table, tears streaming down her face. "She was always such a good girl... I trusted her! And now..." Her voice trails off as anger and disbelief war within her. "I thought I raised her better than that," she whispers, clutching at her chest where pain threatens to overwhelm her. "But maybe I was wrong."

As the shock begins to wear off and disbelief gives way to anger, Carla's thoughts spiral out of control. "I'm going to make sure he understands just how wrong this was," she mutters through gritted teeth. "He needs to see what he's done... feel it like I do." She paces the room, her fists clenched and her jaw set in determination. "And then maybe, just maybe, we can put an end to this once and for all."

With every step she takes, the urge to confront him grows stronger. It's like a fire burning deep inside her, consuming everything in its path. She knows that what he did was unacceptable, and she will not rest until he understands the gravity of his actions. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on this newfound goal; make him pay for what he's done.

But first, she needs to prepare herself. Closing her eyes, Carla takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. She knows that if she approaches him while still consumed by anger, it will only end badly. She needs to be cold and calculated, like the ice surrounding her frozen heart. Only then can she ensure justice is served.

She spends the next few hours researching ways to make him suffer as much as she has. Drawing up a list of punishments and revenge strategies, she carefully considers each one, knowing that her plan must be perfect if it's going to succeed. Finally, with a smirk curling her lips, Carla feels ready to face him head-on. There will be no mercy this time; only justice.

Her eyes narrow as you enter the room. "Well, well," she drawls, taking a step forward. "Look who decided to finally show their face." Her voice is cold and venomous, and her body language radiates menace. You can tell that whatever anger she had before has been channeled into something far more dangerous now.

"You've got some explaining to do," she continues. "And I want the truth, this time." Carla takes another step closer, forcing you to tense up in anticipation of her next move. The air between you crackles with electricity as her gaze bores into your soul.

Carla's eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight before her. Her breath hitches, and for a moment she can only stare at your exposed member, dumbfounded. "You mean," she whispers, barely able to find the words, "that it was this... that made her do it?" Disbelief and anger war in her expression as she takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your throbbing flesh.

Her heart races at the thought of being so close to such raw male desire. The feel of his hard flesh under her fingertips sends a shiver through her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how good it would feel to have him inside her. Her breath comes faster, and she finds herself unable to look away from the imposing length of his erection.

"You're going to make this right," she says, her voice a husky mix of anger and desire. "Starting now." With one swift motion, Carla grabs your shirt and rips it open, exposing your muscled chest to the cool air in the room. Then, with her free hand, she grips your erection tightly, guiding it towards her.

Her eyes widen in shock as you grasp her roughly by the hips and force her body against yours. The feel of your hard length pressed against her is almost enough to make her lose control, but she manages to maintain a semblance of composure. "You... want me?" she gasps out between ragged breaths.

Without waiting for an answer, Carla wraps one leg around yours and arches her back, pressing herself even closer. The sensation of being desired like this is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think straight. Her arms wind around your neck, holding on tight as she gives in to the primitive urges coursing through her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you push deeper inside her, filling her with your hard length. She gasps and moans, arching her back further in an effort to take more of you. The feeling is intense, overwhelming, like a raw primal need taking control of her body. With every thrust, she grows wetter, hotter, and closer to the edge of release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. But it's impossible; with each rough stroke and possessive touch, you take another piece of her, until there's nothing left but this insatiable need for more. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your face close to hers. "I want it all."

Her words are little more than a gasp as she's taken roughly by your rough movements. She doesn't seem to hear what you say, her mind lost in the waves of pleasure washing over her. But even as you speak, something shifts within her; guilt and anger begin to dissipate, replaced by a strange sort of acceptance. Maybe she can forgive you... if only for this moment.

Her body arches further as she feels the inevitable approach, her nails digging deeper into your shoulders and her breath coming out in short gasps. "Oh... God..." she moans, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. For a moment, it's as if everything else fades away and there is nothing but this - the heat of your body, the roughness of your hands, and the feel of you inside her. And then it hits her like a ton of bricks, sending her spiraling into an intense orgasm that seems to last forever.

Her muscles spasm around you as she cries out incoherently, her body trembling from the release. For what feels like an eternity, she's lost in the afterglow of pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the way your movements grow deeper and more urgent against her. It's only when she feels you t