The baby shower was meant to be intimate and joyful. A lowkey affair on Nadege’s private Anhellus property. Hosted jointly by Nicole and Nadege to celebrate the quiet birth of Makarii, their surprise son with Marcus.
The setting was serene—white orchids in bloom, soft jazz playing, light pink and blue gifts stacked under a cabana near the shoreline. Family had shown up in quiet waves. The air was full of laughter… until Kamalanii arrived.
💣 The Bomb: Kamalanii’s Mouth Ruins Everything
Kamalanii was already two glasses of wine in when she strolled into the party wearing a linen wrap and heels that screamed attention.
Kamalanii (calling out):
“You look beautiful, Nadege! Just like your sister Devi did when she was pregnant with Marcus!”
Silence.
You could hear champagne bubbles pop.
Lisa’s head whipped toward Marcus, then Nadege.
Nicole’s fingers froze mid-text.
Devi nearly dropped her wine.
And Marcus… just blinked.
Marcus:
“Come again?”
Kamalanii laughed, still tipsy, thinking she was clever.
Kamalanii:
“You didn’t know? Nadege is Devi’s little sister. Makes her… your aunt, technically. Half-aunt. Something like that.”
(beat)
“Family, either way.”
Lisa went pale. She dropped her mimosa and stared at her brother.
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Nicole gripped her wine so hard the stem snapped.
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Seth whispered “Ain’t no damn way” and actually walked off down the beach.
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Trey, holding baby Ethan, muttered “I knew something was off…”
And Marcus? He just stared at Nadege.
Marcus (low, flat):
“Is that true?”
Nadege, usually composed, didn’t speak at first. Her eyes dropped to Makarii, curled in a blanket nearby. The baby looked so much like Marcus it was uncanny.
Nadege (quietly, with guilt and defiance tangled):
“I didn’t know when we met…
I found out when I met your mother.”
Later that night, Lisa sat beside Nadege on the sand.
Lisa:
“You really love him, huh?”
Nadege (tearing up):
“I didn’t want this to happen. But yes… I do.”
Lisa nodded.
Lisa:
“Well. You’re still family. Just… a weird-ass part of it.”
The moment Kamalanii dropped the truth—that Nadege was Devi's sister, and thus Marcus’s aunt—the beach fell quiet. The air, once sweet with rosé and sea salt, turned charged.
And yet… there were no screams.
No arguments.
No chairs thrown.
Only glances.
Marcus, stunned but intrigued.
Nicole, breathless—not from rage, but from something far more primal.
Nadege, flushed. Her lips parted not to confess, but to breathe heavier. The guilt was there—but guilt did not cancel lust. Not in this family.
.
🔥 The Private Conversation Becomes Something More
The three retreated inside.
The world outside gossiped.
But behind closed doors, truth became desire.
In the dim candlelit villa, Nicole broke the silence.
Nicole (voice low):
“So… your aunt. That make you less mine, or more?”
Nadege’s eyes flicked up, glowing like amber.
Nadege:
“I belong to you both. Fully. And nothing changes that.”
Marcus approached them. His hands, usually on keyboards or circuitry, touched Nadege's waist. There was no anger. Only tension.
Marcus:
“This should bother me. But all it does… is make me want you more.”
Nicole kissed Nadege first—slow and deliberate. Then she turned and kissed Marcus. The three of them didn’t break.
Incest be damned. This was their triangle.
🌶️ The Flame Reignited
That night wasn’t the end of them.
It was the beginning of a deeper, darker, hungrier bond.
They didn't hide.
They redefined family, again. On their terms.
And as little Makarii slept soundly in his crib, he remained unaware that he was the product of something not just taboo, but now eternally entwined.
"He built the platform. She became the fantasy. And then she became his wife."
🎥 Marcus's Secret Empire
Before Marcus Longfall became the tech titan of Longfall Paradise, he operated in shadows—not as a criminal, but as a virtual voyeur, running a discreet adult platform under a pseudonym.
It wasn’t about fame or public sex. It was about control, privacy, and excellence—select talent, tight security, and only the best visuals. Think black-card-level smut, not OnlyFans noise.
Nicole knew.
She always knew.
And in private, she watched too.
🎥 Longfall Productions.
Marcus Longfall never sought love from his adult media platform. “Longfall Productions” was supposed to be business—artful, encrypted, discreet. His clients were private collectors, his talent elite and rare.
But when Nadege Anhellus submitted a reel, he paused.
He watched the two-minute demo once.
Then again.
And a third time, without realizing his hand had stilled on the mouse.
She wasn’t a fantasy. She was a command.
🎞️ The First Time He Saw Her
She went by the name “Miss Savage”—an exotic, elusive figure known for her elven ears, foxlike smile, and soft, deadly grace.
Marcus wasn’t looking for new stars.
But she appeared in a short film uploaded by a niche Czech director he admired. The video wasn’t raw—it was art.
There was power in her eyes. She didn’t just play a role—she owned the frame.
Marcus watched it.
Then watched it again.
Then paid to trace her digitally.
Nadege wasn’t just a performer. She was his kind of genius: deliberate, silent, seductive.
He started funding her work anonymously.
🎬 The Shoot That Changed Everything
Marcus reached out directly and contracted Nadege for a solo cinematic short—tasteful, erotic, and intimate. No dialogue. Just presence.
He flew to Vegas, booked a studio suite, and handled the production himself. The camera work was surgical. Every move she made seemed calculated—but not cold.
She wore a sheer black veil.
She moved like ink in water.
He watched, hands behind his back, silent and stunned.
When it was over, she turned, still flushed from the final pose, and said in her soft accent:
“You watch like a man who doesn’t just want to film.”
He said nothing at first.
She smiled, pulled her robe tight, and added:
“I like that.”
💌 Their First Contact
When Marcus finally reached out, he did so without names.
She responded without shame.
Their messages were sharp. Professional. Erotic only in undertone—until they weren’t.
He flew to Jersey. Alone.
They met in a glass hotel above the Charles Bridge.
She opened the door wearing a silk robe and knowing eyes.
And it was not a transaction.
They spoke for hours.
They never filmed.
They just were.
💍 From Contract to Commitment
Months later, she moved to Longfall Paradise Marcus never asked her to stop filming—but she chose to. He actually contracted her to do a film for him and she confessed that she liked him. He was a bit skeptical but embraced her being foward
Nicole watched it all with quiet approval.
Nadege never threatened her role—if anything, she enhanced it.
Nicole and Marcus had always been more logic than lust.
But Nadege... made their bond feel dangerously alive.
Nicole kissed her first.
One night taking her home from his mansion they ended up making love in her car in front of her house. This is one they conceived M'akarri.
Then came the marriage papers.
🥃 The Confession and the Car
They went out for a drink that night—not as producer and performer, but as strangers suddenly intrigued.
She ordered whiskey. He preferred gin.
They didn’t flirt—not directly.
But at the bottom of the second glass, she leaned in close.
“You don’t scare me, Marcus Longfall. And I don’t think I scare you either.”
He raised an eyebrow.
She leaned closer.
“But I want to.”
They sobered up quickly—two controlled creatures suddenly exposed.
Marcus offered her a ride home.
She took it.
They didn’t speak until he pulled up in front of her house.
And then, without warning, she kissed him—deliberate, slow, and silent.
He didn’t stop her.
She pulled him over the console, their bodies clashing with quiet urgency. In the front seat of a luxury blacked-out vehicle, beneath the porch light of her condo, they made love—messy, real, and unplanned.
🖤 Nicole’s Quiet Longing
Marcus never hid the shoot from Nicole. He never had to. She knew about his projects. She even reviewed some of the content before final render. That night, she saw the final cut of Velvet Fox and paused halfway through.
She rewound.
Watched again.
She didn’t feel threatened.
She felt... invited.
Later, Marcus told her what happened. No shame. No excuse. Just truth.
Nicole listened.
Then, with her voice calm and unshaken, she said:
“I always had a crush on her, you know. Guess I married the right man.”
She smiled.
He blinked.
Nicole never watched another Velvet Fox video.
She didn’t need to.
👰 The Ceremony That Shocked No One
No one in the Longfall family questioned why Marcus suddenly married a mysterious, seductive, Asian woman with no last name.
Lisa raised an eyebrow.
Malyssah side-eyed hard.
Trey gave a low whistle.
Seth shrugged and said, “Typical Marcus.”
💍 From Screen to Vows
Nadege stopped filming after that night.
Not because Marcus asked.
Because she had become something else.
Lover.
Partner.
Muse.
Marcus and Nicole invited her into their home—not as a visitor, but as a presence.
They were never public with it.
They didn’t have to be.
When the papers were signed and Nadege legally became Mrs. Longfall—again, no one blinked.
Lisa smirked.
Trey was confused.
Seth laughed.
Malyssah rolled her eyes.
But Nicole? She was glowing.
🔥 Their Private World
Marcus still maintains the server that hosts “Longfall Productions.”
He never shut it down.
Now, sometimes, Nicole joins Nadege on camera—for fun, never for release.
It’s not public anymore.
It’s for them.
The fantasy became family.
The secret became sacred.
And when Kamalanii revealed that Nadege was Devi’s sister, and thus Marcus’s aunt—it didn’t diminish the spark. It made it burn brighter.
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