Page 141 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

The car door opened and he and Anna stepped out into the cool evening. They walked up to the decorative wrought-iron-and-glass front door, which opened as they approached, revealing his blonde, buxom housekeeper, Julie.

Julie had been a slave in the Manor and had been a favorite of Devin’s. When she’d gotten too old to serve his Brothers, he’d offered her a chance to avoid elimination and become his housekeeper. She’d jumped at the opportunity and had worked for him for the last five years. She was still pretty and still a good fuck, a skill both he and his son took advantage of.

Julie greeted Devin and Anna with a bowed head and curtsy.

“Is Sandy awake?” Devin asked as he walked inside.

“Yes, sir. Would you like me to let her know you are home?”

Devin paused and glanced at the stairs. He wanted to surprise Sandy. She didn’t know Anna was coming. “Let her know I’m home, but don’t tell her Anna is here.”

Julie curtsied and walked away.

Anna slowly turned in a circle, gaping at the large white marble entryway. Her eyes were bright, which made her look especially pretty.

He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. “Shall we go up to my room?” he murmured.

She smiled at him and nodded.

Taking her up two ornate staircases, he brought her to the third floor where his and Sandy’s rooms were. His children’s rooms were on the second floor, and he was thankful he didn’t see them on the way up. He didn’t want to explain Anna to them. At least not to his daughters. Tyler would meet Anna soon. But he preferred to keep his innocent teenaged daughters unaware of the crude world of The Brotherhood.

He led Anna into his room. The master suite consisted of two separate bedrooms and en suite bathrooms. He and Sandy had stopped sleeping in the same bed after their youngest daughter, Celeste, was old enough to have her own room.

His current room had originally been the nursery and he’d had it redecorated and moved in. He liked having his own space. Occasionally, he visited Sandy in her room when he was bored and wanted to fuck her, but that rarely happened anymore.

Leaving the bedroom door open, he kissed Anna, pushing her back to his bed. Sandy would wander in any moment. She’d been very attentive since she’d told him she was pregnant. He was counting on her continuing to be the same tonight.

He unzipped Anna’s dress and it fell to the floor, leaving her standing beautifully in her bra, garter belt, and stockings. Her pussy was pink and swollen.

He caressed her ass. “Your ass looked pretty tender when I was eating you. Did Zach fuck you there?”

She nodded. “He seemed to enjoy it.”

She tensed as his fingers drew close to the tender hole.

“Let me see it, Baby.” He motioned to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

She obeyed, facing away from him, legs apart and back arched so he could see her pussy and ass. As he’d thought, her ass was gaping and red around the ring.

A soft gasp came from behind him and he smiled. Sandy. He turned to see his wife, gaping at Anna from the doorway. She was still attractive and, despite the slight bulge of her lower belly, had a nice figure. Her brown hair had been styled and highlighted as fashion dictated. She wore name brand yoga pants and a white chemise which showed off her pregnancy-swollen breasts.

“D-did you have a good time tonight, Devin?” She shifted her gaze from Anna to him, her eyes revealing her hurt.

He smiled. “I did. The evening went very well.”

Sandy looked back at his bed. He could tell she wanted to ask who it was, but was hesitant. Devin loosened his tie and removed his jacket, placing both on the back of a nearby chair. He enjoyed the bewildered look on Sandy’s face as she stared at Anna’s wet pussy and gaping ass.

He ran a hand over Anna’s ass. “Baby, relax and turn around.”

Anna obeyed, leaning on her hip, her perfect breasts filling her blue lace bra. Her pussy was perfectly framed by her stockings and garter belt. Her green eyes widened as she recognized Sandy. They’d met many times when she was a child. Anna had even called her Aunt Sandy. Her eyes darted back and forth between himself and Sandy, and he could see her internal struggle of wanting to cover herself and being afraid of displeasing him. Her fear of displeasing him won out and she stayed still. Good girl.

Sandy looked at Anna for a long moment, then her jaw dropped and she clasped her hand over her mouth. She looked in horror at Devin. “Devin, is that—That’s Anna!”

“Yes, it is.” He glided his fingers across the top of Anna’s breasts, and Anna shivered.

“I can’t believe you, Devin. She’s Anya’s daughter! You’ve known her since she was a baby!” Sandy’s lip curled in disgust. She looked at Anna. “Anna, sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t?—‍”

“Yes, she does, Sandy. She belongs to me.” He pointed to Anna’s necklace, and Sandy’s eyes widened.

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