The December chill bit through my coat, a constant, gnawing reminder of the looming deadlines. 

Ron, my sister Claire’s husband. We were partners in this chaos, and in something else entirely.

He said, “Looks like it. This quarterly report is a beast.”

“A beast that demands a sacrifice,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair.

He met my gaze, a flicker of understanding passing between us. “Stress relief, then?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, a nervous thrill sparking in my chest. 

This was our ritual, our twisted escape from the stressful world. After everyone else left the office, we’d slip out to his car. 

The back seat had become our sanctuary, where the pressure of the day, and of our lives, momentarily dissolved in pleasure of sex.

The Christmas vacation finally arrived, a blessed leave from the corporate grind. I still went to the gym, a habit I couldn't break. 

Entering into the desolate parking lot, the crisp air biting at my exposed skin, I saw them. 

John and Jim, Claire and Ron's twin sons, were leaning against a sleek black SUV. They were practically family.

“Alexis!” John called out, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Hey, Aunt Alexis!” Jim echoed, waving.

A warm smile touched my lips. “Boys! What are you two doing here?”

They closed the distance, and I embraced John first, a quick, familiar hug. Then Jim. But as John released me, he just shifted, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. 

“Just finished our workout,” John mumbled, his breath warm against my ear. “Saw your car.”

Jim stepped forward, his phone held aloft. “We’ve been meaning to show you something, though.” 

My brow furrowed. “Oh? What is it?”

He tapped the screen. The video flickered to life. My breath hitched. It was me in Ron’s car. Straddling him, my boobs bouncing with every thrust, the windows fogged with our collective heat. 

A wave of nausea washed over me, cold and swift.

“What is this?” My voice was a strangled whisper.

John’s grip tightened around me. “Just a little something we found, Aunt Alexis.”

Jim’s smile widened, devoid of any warmth. “We have a few more, actually. Quite a collection.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “You filmed us?”

“We did,” John confirmed, his voice smooth, devoid of judgment. “And we’d be happy to delete them. All of them.”

A cold dread seeped into my bones. “What do you want?”

Jim lowered his phone, his gaze locking onto mine. “Just a little stress relief of our own, Aunt Alexis. Right here, right now.”

My mind reeled. The shame burned, a searing inferno in my gut. Jason, my husband, my kids, all of it flashed before my eyes. If this got out, everything would shatter.

“No,” I choked out, a desperate plea.

John chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Come on, Aunt Alexis. We’re family. And we know you like it rough.” He squeezed my waist, his fingers brushing against my pants, a possessive gesture.

The humiliation was overwhelming, but the fear of exposure, of losing everything, paralyzed me. I glanced around the empty parking lot. No one, just us.

“Fine,” I whispered, the word tasting like ash. “Just make it quick.”

Jim’s eyes lit up. “Oh, we won’t.”

John’s hands moved; he pulled my pants down, my panties following. 

“Who first?” Jim asked, his voice husky.

John pushed me against the SUV, lifting one of my legs, hooking it over his arm. “I will.”

He positioned himself, his hard cock nudging my wet pussy. A whimper escaped me. He pushed, slowly, surely, stretching me, filling me. 

I gasped, the unexpected depth of him startling. He began to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips pounding against my ass.

Jim watched, his own cock slick with pre-cum, stroking it with a practiced hand. “You’re so tight, Aunt Alexis.”

John pushed deeper, his breath ragged. “She always is.” 

His cock shlicked against my tender walls, the squelching sound echoing in the silent lot. 

He slammed into me, hard, and I cried out, a mix of pain and a forbidden pleasure. He kept coming, each thrust driving him further into me, until he groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and pulled out, his cum dripping down my inner thigh.

Jim was there instantly, his larger cock replacing John’s, sliding into my still-wet pussy. 

He was rougher, more demanding, his thrusts powerful, pushing me against the cold metal of the car. 

My nails dug into the paint, my hips bucking involuntarily. He filled me completely, stretching me to my limits. 

I whimpered, my body arching, as he pounded into me, faster and faster, until he too came, a hot gush filling my insides.

They helped me pull my clothes back on, the fabric clinging to my sweat-slicked skin. My legs trembled. 

This became our new routine. Every day of Christmas week, after my gym session, they would be there. 

They’d take me, sometimes in the SUV, sometimes in their empty garage, always taking turns, always making sure I was thoroughly fucked before they let me go.

Christmas Eve arrived, a forced veneer of festive cheer over my raw nerves. Claire called, her voice bright.

“Alexis! We’re coming over for dinner! Ron and I. We can’t wait.”

“That’s great, Claire,” I managed, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears.

“Oh, and darling, would you mind stopping by to pick up John and Jim on your way? Our car’s in the shop, and they’re just finishing up at their place.”

My blood ran cold. “Claire, I…”

“Perfect! See you soon!” She hung up before I could protest.

My stomach churned. This was it. The final act.

I drove to their house, my hands clenched on the steering wheel. The front door was unlocked. 

As I stepped inside, the house was silent, save for the faint thumping of music from upstairs.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice trembling.

No answer. I walked further in, the familiar scent of their home now tainted with a new, horrifying dread. 

I reached the living room, and that's when they appeared, descending the stairs, their eyes gleaming.

“Aunt Alexis,” John purred, his voice a low rumble.

Jim stepped forward, his hand reaching for my shirt, pulling it free from my jeans. “You look lovely tonight.”

I froze, unable to move, unable to speak. They didn't waste time. John’s hands were on my buttons, Jim’s on my zipper. My clothes came off in swift, practiced motions, falling to the floor around my feet. 

My bra, my panties, everything. I stood naked, exposed, the cold air raising goosebumps on my skin.

They kissed me then, both at once, one on my mouth, the other on my neck. John’s tongue plunged into my mouth, sucking, twisting, tasting. 

They lifted me, one on each side, my legs wrapping around their waists, my ass pressed against their hard cocks. 

They carried me upstairs, into their bedroom. The scent of their sweat, their musk, filled my nostrils. They laid me on the bed, my legs splayed, my work pussy gaping.

“Who first?” Jim asked again, the question now a cruel taunt.

“Me,” John declared, climbing between my legs. 

He pushed his cock in, deep and hard, his balls slapping against my ass. My hips rose to meet him, my body already responding to the familiar rhythm of his penetration. 

He groaned, close to the edge, his breath hot on my face.

Just as he was about to cum, Jim pushed him aside, his own cock, thick and throbbing, taking John’s place. 

He was merciless, plunging into me with raw power, stretching me to my limits. He pounded into me, faster and faster, until my body convulsed around him.

Then, they exchanged a look. A silent agreement.

John positioned himself behind me, his cock nudging my ass. Jim pulled out of my pussy for a moment, just long enough for John to ram his cock into my asshole. 

I screamed, a raw sound, the pain sharp and intense, but quickly giving way to a strange, overwhelming fullness. My asshole stretched, accommodating his thick dick.

Jim re-entered my pussy, pushing in from the front, his cock sliding deep inside. I was double-penetrated, my pussy and my ass filled to bursting, stretched taut by their combined girths. 

They pounded into me, until their hot cum flooded both my pussy and my ass. 

It was done, for now.

They helped me clean up, their hands surprisingly gentle as I dressed, my mind a blank slate.

We went back home, the scent of Claire’s cooking wafting from the kitchen.

“Alexis! Boys! You made it!” Claire’s voice, cheerful and oblivious, drifted into the living room.

I looked at John and Jim. They looked back, their faces innocent, their eyes holding a secret that bound us together, forever.