Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 22: Yep Fuck Em!

the front door flew open so hard the hinges groaned.

Marcus stood there—red-faced, breathing like a bull, eyes bloodshot from whatever mix of rage and cheap beer he’d been stewing in since he walked out earlier.

He saw them.

All of them.

Leo was on the floor between Raven’s thighs, face buried in her pussy, tongue working slow circles while she gripped his hair and rocked against his mouth. Sasha straddled his back, grinding her wet cunt along his spine, smearing slick everywhere. Blair knelt beside Raven, sucking one dark nipple hard while her fingers pumped in and out of Lana’s dripping hole. Lana herself was on her back across two pushed-together chairs, legs hooked over Blair’s shoulders, moaning broken little "yes—yes—fuck—"s every time Blair curled her fingers just right.

Cum was everywhere. On tits, on thighs, streaked across stomachs, dripping from chins. The air smelled like sex so thick you could taste it.

Marcus’s voice cracked like a whip.

"Lana!"

Lana’s eyes snapped open. Her whole body tensed.

Marcus stormed forward—boots thumping—grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked.

She yelped—sharp, surprised—body jerking as he dragged her off the chairs. Her knees hit the floor hard. The robe tore at the shoulder.

"You fucking slut," he snarled, voice shaking. "I knew it. I fucking knew you were out here whoring yourself—"

Leo was moving before anyone else processed it. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He surged up—naked, cock still glistening—grabbed Marcus’s wrist in a vise grip and twisted.

Marcus howled.

Leo didn’t let go.

He slammed his forehead into Marcus’s nose—crunch—blood sprayed instantly.

Marcus staggered.

Leo didn’t stop.

He drove a fist into Marcus’s gut—hard—air whooshed out of the bigger man like a popped balloon. Marcus doubled over. Leo grabbed him by the hair—same way Marcus had grabbed Lana—and slammed his knee up into Marcus’s face.

Cartilage crunched.

Blood poured.

Marcus tried to swing—wild, clumsy.

Leo ducked it, stepped in close, and started punching—short, brutal hooks to the ribs, the jaw, the temple.

Each hit landed with a wet smack.

Marcus’s knees buckled.

Leo followed him down—straddling his chest—punching again—again—blood and spit flying.

"You don’t touch her," Leo growled between hits. "You don’t fucking touch her ever again."

Marcus gurgled something—couldn’t form words.

Leo grabbed his shirt collar, yanked his head up.

"You bitch," he spat, voice shaking with rage. "If you can’t handle her—if you can’t even make her cum—then you don’t deserve her. You never did."

One last punch—straight to the mouth.

Teeth cracked.

Marcus went limp—out cold, face a ruined mess of blood and swelling.

Leo stayed on top of him for a second—chest heaving—knuckles split and bloody.

Then he looked up.

Lana was on her knees a few feet away—hair wild, robe hanging off one shoulder, eyes wide and shining with tears.

She wasn’t crying from fear.

She was crying because someone finally fought for her.

Raven was beside her already—arms around her shoulders—whispering soft things.

Sasha and Blair stood over Marcus—Sasha’s foot on his wrist like she was daring him to twitch.

Blair looked at Leo—really looked.

"You okay?" she asked quietly.

Leo wiped blood off his lip with the back of his hand.

"Yeah," he said. Voice rough. "Yeah. I’m good."

He stood—slow—cock still hard, body shaking with leftover adrenaline.

Lana crawled to him—didn’t stand—just wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his stomach.

"Thank you," she whispered. Voice cracked. "Thank you."

Leo put both hands in her hair—gentle this time—held her there.

Raven stood too. Walked over. Pressed herself against Leo’s side—kissed his bloody knuckles without flinching.

Sasha crouched beside Marcus—checked his pulse—nodded once.

"He’s breathing. Barely."

Blair pulled her phone out.

"Calling 911," she said. "He came in here violent. We defended ourselves. End of story."

Nobody argued.

Lana lifted her head—looked at Leo—then at the other women.

"I’m not going back," she said. Voice steadier now. "Not ever."

Raven kissed her temple.

"You don’t have to."

Sasha crouched beside Lana—took her hand.

"You’re ours now," she said simply. "If you want to be."

Lana nodded—tears falling again—but she was smiling.

Leo looked down at Marcus—still out cold, face pulped—and felt nothing but calm.

He looked at the women around him—naked, bruised, cum-streaked, beautiful—and felt something settle deep in his chest.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

Leo pulled Lana to her feet—kissed her slow, bloody mouth and all.

Then he looked at the others.

"Let’s get cleaned up," he said. "Cops are coming."

They moved together—helping each other up, wiping blood and cum off skin, finding robes and shirts, stepping over the unconscious heap that used to be Marcus like he was nothing.

Because he was nothing.

Not anymore.

The sirens got louder.

But inside the house, the five of them stood close—shoulders touching, hands linked—and for the first time in a long time, nobody felt afraid.

They just felt ready.

For whatever came next.