Chapter 1

Mark is settled in his cabin, focused on his work. It’s been a long and demanding day at the office, with his manager Savannah Bond pushing him hard on their new project. Their client base is mostly interested in React, but this time they have to use Angular. Who even uses Angular anymore?

With his particular set of talents, he could be located in any corner of the globe. However, it is crucial for him to maintain a close relationship with his manager at all times.

Savannah is a stunning Caucasian woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an ample bosom sized at 34G. Everyone in the office desires her and fantasizes about having her as their own. Yet, underneath her seductive appearance, she is also known as a strict and fierce individual.

“Mark, you’re doing it again. Quit staring and make sure to get those PRs to me by the end of today.”

“Yes, Ms. Bond.” Mark replied, feeling embarrassed as he quickly refocused on his dual monitors.

To be clear, despite her physical appeal, she is my birth mother. However, she is unaware of this fact.

She had to be 18 when she gave birth to me and left me in that church. Father Khatri took me in and raised me as his own child.

I have been employed at this company for the past one year, and it is my first job. I started off as a freelancer without any formal degree, but I am currently pursuing one through distance education. A former client of mine offered me this job, and I begged for it upon discovering my mother also worked here.

My father only recently revealed to me how he raised me, after keeping my mother’s identity hidden from me until I persisted in finding out the truth.

Now I am determined to unravel her mysterious layers. But my heart aches when I discover that she has a daughter, only three two younger than me. It’s like a stab in the chest, knowing that she is tied to someone else, someone who has likely been closer to her than I ever could be. Yet, I can’t help but feel drawn to her, yearning to know more about her despite this painful revelation.

Why did she choose to abandon me and raise another child? Did I do something wrong? Am I not good enough? Are there any flaws in me that I am unaware of?

Despite her age, I can’t help but feel drawn to her. My anger rises as I imagine taking her down and claiming her as my own. It sounds terrible, but I can’t shake these thoughts. Whenever I see her with her family, so happy and carefree, I want to strip it all away from her.

The day was coming to a close and I had plans to go out with my girlfriend tonight. We’ve been together for six months now, and she’s such a sweet girl.

I poked my head into her office on the way out and proudly announced, “Boss, I’ve made all the changes you asked for. The test specifications have been updated and everything looks great.”

She looked up from her computer screen with a cold glare in her eyes before flashing me a fake smile. “I’m sure it’s perfect,” she drawled sarcastically. “Don’t be late tomorrow, understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Bond.” I said, feeling the familiar sting of resentment welling up inside me.

“And don’t you dare do anything foolish with my daughter!” she warned me.

Yes, I am going on a date with her daughter. This has been part of my plan for a while now. And no, I’m not the good guy in this story, in case you were wondering.

Blake takes after her mother, and it turns out she’s also skilled at ... well, sucking cock. I took advantage of her naive nature and made her mine. It was all part of my training.

She always tells me that I have the biggest cock she’s ever had, and it has made her addicted to my every touch.

“Hey there, champ! How’s your day going?” she asks with an overly enthusiastic tone, practically glowing with excitement.

I chuckled to myself, “Ha! I told your mom she should try deep throating a cock,” but my girlfriend playfully smacked my arm and scolded, “That’s not funny!”

Every time we had sex, I made sure to be rough with her - she didn’t know that I was actually her older brother. But soon, I would have everything that our mother owned and she would become my own personal toy.