𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 [𝟏𝟖+]

19

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"Frankie, Frankie, open your doors... It's time for dinner, and I won't wait long..." Singing those words along to the tune of Cheap Thrills by Sia, I kicked the door open cheerfully.

My eyes widened like saucers instantly.

Frankie and Dante froze. The former on the table and the latter inside my aunt. Startled, I started screaming, slapping a hand over my eyes to protect my fictitious innocence even though there wasn't much I had seen. Fortunately, they're both facing me, Aunt Francessca's chest was pressed onto the table, her panties stuffed into her mouth and the old hermit was still in his clothes while fucking her from behind.

"Get the fuck out!" Dante growled, as I peeked through the gaps between my fingers. Holding Frankie's hands behind her, he was still fucking her, and she was blushing a furious red.

Turning around, I announced, "Glad to know your balls are very much intact, Old Hermit."

Then, closing the door behind me, I marched off into the living room. Crashing onto the couch, I started playing some YouTube music videos on Frankie's TV at the highest volume to block the noise of groans, moans, slaps, and spanks.

When the auto-play started to play Often by Weeknd, I laid back on the couch more comfortably than ever, eyes glued to the screen.

As the lyric rolled to 'Make that pussy wet often', the Old Hermit grumbled in a parental tone, "Might as well watch porn at this point, brat."

"Why did you kick me out of the room then, Old Hermit?" I shot him an infuriating smile.

How dare his prejudiced self judge me for listening to Weeknd songs when he was fucking my aunt like a rag doll on a fucking table with the fucking doors unlocked?

Aunt Francessca let out a scandalized scream. "Aphrodite Corrine Halifax!"

"Yes, that would be me." Pausing the video, I twisted my neck to look at them. "Do you want to share the details about his limp dick, dear Aunty?"

Dante's nostrils flared. "You brat...!"

It must be anything but limp if Frankie looked thoroughly ravaged. Strangely, Dante's clothes weren't even crumpled. He must have had some skill in fucking, after all.

"It wasn't limp." Frankie blushed.

I cocked a brow. "It was short, wasn't it?"

"No!"

"Thin?"

"No!"

"Soft?" I ignored Dante's teeth gnashing.

"No!"

"Jelly?"

"Rock hard."

"Will you both stop?" Inquired a very vexed Dante, silencing the feminine voices.

"When is the marriage? I need to pick a gown. Also, don't knock my aunt up before marriage, you scoundrel!" I shot Dante a glare.

Frankie suddenly seemed interested in the window architecture.

"I have got a meeting with your mother in fifteen min—" His words morphed into a yell when a remote flew past his head. "Watch it, brat!"

This was the frustrating thing about them. As soon as Frankie would open her arms, he would woo his way into her heart and leave her just as quickly, reminding her that he was on a mission to destroy her sister, reminding Frankie she wasn't his priority.