Taboo Stepson System

Chapter 220: Hannah Initiate’s Yasmin

"Alice?"

At his call, Alice shook herself back to reality, withdrawing her gaze from Josephine—who was entering the house with Cassie—and returning to her simple, casual expression.

"Hum, oh yeah, we just decided to pay Jazmín a visit," she said, shaking her head vigorously.

"We?" Miles asked. He turned to see the two passengers in the car and paused.

Surprisingly, the feisty diva among them was behind the wheel, staring at him, while the big-chested, smart one, Alisha, smiled back at him. There was a brief moment of silence before Miles waved his hand.

"Hi there, Alisha."

The windows were rolled down so they could hear him. Pretending not to see Allison inside the car—due to the fact that they weren’t on good terms—he smirked.

"Miles, nice to see you." Alisha waved with a simple smile.

Furrowing her brows at the scene, Allison suppressed her anger and turned her gaze away. ’What a jerk!’ she thought.

"Well, it’s nice seeing you guys around. I live next door," Miles self-introduced, pointing toward the Sinclair Mansion.

Alice quickly nodded. "Yeah, I totally didn’t expect it."

"Well, I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow then. Gotta drop this off." He pointed at the tote bag he was carrying, and Alice nodded in agreement.

"Sure, sure."

"Bye."

With that, the Hayes triplets were left to stare at his retreating figure, only then realizing how sharp and attractive his posture actually was.

Inside the car, Alisha was the first to break the silence the moment Miles entered the house.

"Hmmmm, I’ve gotta admit, Allison, he’s more than hot. Look at that masculinity oozing from him, hehehe," she teased, laughing at the end as if recalling something.

Blinking at Alisha’s words, Allison coldly harrumphed, trying to hide the fact that she had also been temporarily bewitched.

"He isn’t handsome; he’s just a disgusting jerk. I can never like him. Mtchewww!" she barked, hissing sharply with a roll of her eyes.

"Hehehe, someone sounds pissed," Alisha laughed. She chose not to push it any further, turning her attention back to Alice, who was standing by Jazmín. "Hurry up, Alice, we don’t have all day."

"I’m coming!"

Exchanging a quick goodbye hug, Alice waved at Jazmín and got into the car.

Left all alone, Jazmín’s smile vanished. Her expression turned thoughtful as she stared into the distance toward the estate exit.

"Those two sure seemed flustered when they saw him. Could they be part of the Eight?" she muttered suspiciously, thinking about what Miles had told her and how easily Alice had lost her cool around him. "Honestly, though, I don’t think so. She looked kind of conflicted. It’s more like she likes him but is holding back her feelings. But then, there’s also Allison—she frequently brings up Miles just to talk about how arrogant and selfish he is, like he stole something from her. Those two definitely have something in history."

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Jazmín clutched her rumbling stomach. "I’m hungry."

Meanwhile, inside the Sinclair duplex, Miles walked up the stairs. Finding the house quiet, he realized the two ladies must be bathing, so he dropped the tote bag right outside Cassie’s room.

Entering his own room, he locked the door and proceeded to take a hot bath before settling in for a relaxing sleep to truly recover.

Part 2: Secrets at Willowbrook Avenue

Around 7:00 PM, at a quiet coffee shop along 47 Willowbrook Avenue, the warm yellow lights illuminated an empty dining area, save for two women and the young waitress at the counter. Parked right outside were two eye-catching cars: a brand-new Lamborghini Urus and a black Ford Mustang Dark Horse.

"So? Any good news?" Yasmin asked nervously, barely holding back her excitement.

Hannah, dressed in a tight, formal corporate outfit that hugged every curve of her body, emptied her coffee cup. One look at her made it clear to Yasmin that she held a highly distinguished position wherever she worked. But Yasmin wasn’t here to ask for a job; she had come specifically for something the two of them had discussed a few days ago.

Thud.

Hannah set the cup down hard on the table and wiped her lips with a napkin.

"Yes, there’s good news, but it involves bringing you into a surprise plan. I am going to ask you one last time: Are you sure you want to get involved in this and not freak out?" Hannah asked sternly, her expression showing just how serious this was.

"Of course. I swear I really want to experience it. Even if it only happens once..." Yasmin paused, wondering if she should double the twenty thousand dollars she had prepared.

She figured Hannah must belong to an elite, underground high society to secure someone capable of giving her such a wild, mind-blowing time. Assuming an escort of that caliber would cost a fortune, she found herself imagining a muscular, ripped man doing the deed with Hannah.

But before she could bring herself to mention how much money she had brought, Hannah asked one last crucial question.

"If I tell you this, there is no backing out. Do you want to know who has been doing such marvelous things to me? Like what you heard on Sunday night?" she asked, her voice trailing off into a seductive, succubus-like whisper that made Yasmin close her eyes, instantly recalling the wild moans and sounds of that night. The threesome.

"Yes," Yasmin answered resolutely, like someone consenting to join a cult.

Before Yasmin could even open her eyes, Hannah leaned closer and whispered her deepest secret.

"Miles... my son. He’s the one fucking the brains out of me."

She said it in such a dirty, shameless manner that Yasmin jolted, her eyes snapping open in pure shock. Unable to say a word, her mind spiraled into utter turmoil as she tried to comprehend what she had just been told.

She recalled every moan and grunt from those two nights. The image of the boy she had given a ride home—the innocent, handsome teen who had stood up for her daughter, her daughter’s crush—brutally making love to his mother flashed in her mind. The sound of the sharp spanks from that night resounded in her ears. Perhaps she, too, was secretly depraved; Yasmin felt a sudden surge of heat rush through her, her underwear growing damp the more she pictured it. She instinctively pressed her thighs together, gritting her teeth.

"Yasmin?"

"Ah..."

It was only when Hannah’s intrigued, teasing voice snapped her out of the trance that Yasmin gasped, exhaling slowly as she tried to catch her breath.

Hannah smirked, deeply pleased by the reaction. ’Sure enough, I am good at picking the right friend.’

Pushing her untouched latte closer, Hannah watched as Yasmin quickly grabbed it and downed it in a single, desperate gulp.

"Ahhh..." Yasmin exhaled a moment later, gasping as she felt the boiling excitement and thrill in her blood begin to cool. After staring at Hannah’s playful smirk for a few seconds, she finally managed to speak.

"Your son, Miles... he’s the one responsible for everything I heard?"

Hannah grinned. "He’s actually my stepson, but he is far more than just a son to me," she said, her tone heavy with suggestion.

Yasmin swallowed hard and nodded in understanding.

"So? What do you think? Still want to get involved?" Hannah asked.

Yasmin gave her a look of sheer disbelief that clearly said, Who are you kidding?

"Why not? As long as you accept me, I’ll do anything."

"Hehehe. I never knew you were this perverted, going for the young ones, huh?" Hannah teased.

"It’s not just that. I’m tired of using a dildo while listening," Yasmin admitted, shaking her head with a pained expression that showed just how torturous it had been to listen through those nights. "But..." Yasmin said suddenly, causing Hannah to pause. "...that night. It was a threesome, right? Who was the third person?"

Yasmin asked, her heart pounding with thrilled expectation as she stared at Hannah, who smirked and leaned even closer.

"My second daughter, Debra," she revealed.

Yasmin’s breathing grew heavy, but she managed to keep her composure this time. In her mind, Debra’s figure appeared, slotting perfectly into the mental picture of Miles and Hannah. The sheer taboo of it left her so disoriented that she gripped the edge of the coffee table to steady herself. She was completely, utterly wet.

"I know, right?" Hannah leaned in even closer, her desires running wilder than Yasmin could have ever imagined.

"Imagine this: a thick, nine-inch cock, half the size of my wrist, fucking your daughter while you watch and listen to her moan. Imagine feeding him your breasts to suck right after you finish fighting her for a turn to suck his cock. I can help you get laid, but you’ll have to bring your daughter in on it afterward. After all, she seems quite interested in my son."

Meanwhile, back at home without being aware...