Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan's reply was a gut punch: "Say it then, admit you're a cuck son and you want me fucking her." Abhi froze, shock and rage spiking through him, but his body betrayed him, a twitch, a heat he couldn't deny.

"What are you talking Ishaan? that's.. that's messed up," he fired back, weak and flailing.

Ishaan pressed: "Say it, or no pic." The image of them, her and Ishaan, flickered in his head, twisted and vivid.

His resistance crumbled. "Fine... I agree," he texted, voice in his skull barely a whisper.

Ishaan's grin stretched wide as he sent a one-time-view shot, her nude mirror selfie, face cropped out, body bare from neck to toes. Abhi's breath hitched as it loaded: her soft curves, her breasts, the dip of her waist, gone in five seconds.

"No, no, come on!" he hissed, texting: "Send it again, please!"

Silence. Ishaan ghosted him. Abhi tossed all night, that fleeting glimpse burning behind his eyes, the day's thrill crashing into restless dreams.