Chapter 4: Through Sophia’s Eyes (Sophia’s POV)
I had always considered myself an extremely rational and focused person. At twenty-two, my life was a straight line drawn between an internship at an elite law firm during the day and Business Administration classes at night. I didn’t have time for distractions. Living in that immense house with our mother, Ana, and my younger brother, Lucas, I saw myself as the backbone of the family after my father passed away. Mom was a beautiful woman, absurdly hot for her forty-three years, but she always seemed to carry the weight of loneliness on her shoulders. Lucas, on the other hand, was your typical IT nerd: timid, glued to his screens, and locked away in his spacious bedroom. Or, at least, so I thought.
"He’s just a boy, obsessed with computers," I used to think with a hint of protective, big-sister arrogance. How wrong I was.
A few weeks ago, I noticed a drastic shift in my brother's behavior. Lucas had managed to get a few days off from work, and his Engineering classes went on a temporary recess, allowing him to do his projects online. It was from that moment on that the timid boy vanished. He seemed lighter, more confident, carrying himself with a firmer posture and a mysterious smirk on the corner of his lips. He looked more like a man, radiating a dense energy I had never seen in him before.
To top it off, I started noticing small details around the house. Sometimes, arriving home late at night, I would catch a subtle trace of a different perfume in the air and that characteristic, stifled, unmistakable scent of recent sex. I would smile to myself in the hallway, spinning my own theories: "Look at that... the nerd finally grew a pair. He must be bringing some secret college girlfriend over while Mom and I are out. The little rascal." I was genuinely happy for him. Little did I know how blind I was.
Everything changed on a sultry summer afternoon. My car simply broke down in the middle of the avenue on my way to college. Lacking the patience to wait for a tow truck and completely exhausted from my daily routine, I decided to catch an Uber and head back home early, intending only to take a shower and crash into bed.
I entered the house in absolute silence. I tiptoed through the front door, afraid of waking Mom—who I assumed was resting in her room after a hospital shift—or interrupting Lucas with his supposed girlfriend. But the moment my feet stepped onto the base of the wooden staircase, a sound coming from upstairs made my heart skip a beat.
It was moaning. Loud, wet, rhythmic groans.
A wave of pure adrenaline and curiosity washed over my chest. "I shouldn't do this," a faint voice in my head warned, but my legs ignored it. Driven by a voyeuristic instinct I didn’t even know I possessed, I climbed the steps without making the slightest sound. The noise grew sharper, mixed with the wet, heavy slap of skin hitting skin with force. It was coming from Lucas's room.
I approached the crack of the half-open door and peeked inside. What I saw took the air right out of my lungs. Lucas was completely naked, standing at the edge of the bed, driving violent, possessive thrusts into a woman on all fours. His back glistened with sweat, his muscles locking with every impact. The woman's long black hair was thrown forward, completely obscuring her face, preventing me from seeing who she was. But the sight of an act so raw, of that total submission on my brother's bed, made my core throb instantly inside my panties. My breath hitched.
I felt a pang of shame for spying. I decided to pull myself together. "Enough, Sophia, get out of here before they see you, this is ridiculous," I thought. I took a step back, turning on my heels to slip away quietly and give the couple their privacy. It was exactly in that split second that a mature voice, dragged out by the purest pleasure, echoed from inside the room:
"Ohhh, yes... fuck me so good, son... fuck your mother... fill Mommy with your cum..."
The world froze. The blood ran ice-cold through my veins, only to boil a second later. That voice. That tone. It wasn't a girlfriend from college. It was our mother. Ana was on all fours on the bed, begging to be fucked by her own son.
I stood there paralyzed, my mind entering a violent short-circuit. "It can't be. This is a nightmare. Mom? Lucas? They are... they are fucking each other?" The initial shock, however, was bizarrely swallowed by a twisted, forbidden, and overwhelming lust that I had never felt in my entire life. Seeing my younger brother dominating our mother's voluptuous body, using her in that savage way, broke something inside me.
I hurried to my room in silence, locked the door, and threw myself onto the bed. I was shaking, breaking into a cold sweat. My fingers went straight to the buttons of my jeans, ripping them open frantically and shoving my hand inside my lace panties. I was completely drenched, dripping wet. I began to masturbate with a savagery that frightened me, burying my fingers deep and rubbing my clitoris hard as the image of my brother’s dick pounding our mother flashed behind my eyelids. "My God, he is so big... I want him inside me too," I thought, both horrified and aroused by my own thoughts. I came, crying and moaning into my pillow.
Two weeks passed. Two weeks during which I became a calculating shadow in that spacious house. I started monitoring them in silence, pretending I knew nothing. I soon discovered that the rabbit hole went much deeper. They fucked everywhere: in the kitchen while I pretended to sleep, on the living room sofa, in the shower. I spied on them through door cracks, watching the touching, the creampies, her utter submission. With every hidden glimpse, sexual frustration and a corrosive envy grew inside me. I couldn't stand being just a spectator anymore. I wanted Lucas for myself.
Until the perfect opportunity arose.
On an afternoon when Mom had gone out to the market, I found Lucas alone in the house's study, sitting in the chair in front of his computer. The room was dead silent. I walked over slowly, my firm steps echoing faintly on the floorboards. I stopped at the side of the desk, leaning my hip against the wood and crossing my arms.
He looked up, startled by my quiet presence. I saw his Adam's apple bob, visibly tense.
"Hey, Sophia..." he said, trying to sound casual while quickly closing a browser tab. "Do you need something?"
I looked straight into his eyes, letting a slow, predatory smirk creep onto my lips. I leaned down slightly toward him, resting my hands on the desk.
"You know what, Lucas? I was trying to study in my room... but it's really hard to concentrate in this house lately," I began, keeping my voice gentle yet razor-sharp.
He knitted his brows, swallowing hard.
"Hard? Why? Street noise?"
"No. The noise inside the house," I replied, watching the color drain from his face instantly. I brought my face closer to his, whispering, "The walls here are thick, little brother, but they aren't made of iron. And Mom moans way too loudly when you unload inside her. Especially on the kitchen counter."
Lucas froze. His eyes widened in pure, unadulterated panic, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word of defense. He realized his house of cards had completely collapsed.
I kept my gaze locked onto him, sliding my hand slowly down his arm until I gripped his shoulder firmly, feeling his muscles tense underneath.
"You don't need to be afraid, I'm not going to tell anyone," I continued, my voice now dripping with a velvety, threatening tone. "But keeping a secret this big takes a lot of work... and I think I deserve a very good payment for keeping my mouth shut. Don't you think?"