Her eyes kept watching the road. Today was the happiest day in the life of every woman, but not her. The white dress was like a shackle for her, although it was sewn according to the latest fashion and trends of the Higher World. The jewels that were put on her carried the cold, and the bridegroom sitting opposite was a complete unknown. Older by almost forty years, the duke was more likely to be fathers than to be husbands. But still such a marriage was not considered something out of the series, rather the opposite. Poor, like a gray mouse, but with an aristocratic roots bride, and rich like a king, but the old groom, what he expected from the marriage, of course, heirs. But she had no choice. As the eldest in the family, twenty-year-old Erika, she alone could provide not only parents, but also younger sisters, giving them a better fate. Yes, it was sold for a good reward and kinship with the duke himself.

The carriage stopped in front of a huge house that looked more like a castle. The groom went out, but did not even bother to help his young bride. A number of servants that met them, dutifully bowed their heads in due respect, and Erica had no choice but to obediently follow her husband.

“Dad, you're back,” the lad shouted loudly, going down the stairs. Behind him calmly walked the second, an exact copy of his brother. Twins, the girl thought, looking at them in surprise.

No one said that the duke already had children, and even such adults, that the girl would give them about 18 years.

“Erica, meet my illegitimate sons Connor and Colin.”

For the first time since the ceremony, her husband spoke to her, while he so easily presented his bastards. The girl’s cheeks flushed slightly from accepting such a fact in her husband’s biography, but she still smiled easily at the boys.

“Nice to meet you boys,” said Erica uncertainly, not knowing what else to say to them.

The young men melted side by side and bowed slightly to her. Tall, stately, taut. They felt the breed of the Duke. Dark silky hair and brown eyes that accentuated emerald waistcoats made of expensive fabric.

“We are also the Duchess of Leacon.” Can we call you mother? - suddenly added Conor, if she correctly understood that it was him.

- Um ...

- Of course, you will call her mother. Come and kiss her, ”the duke ordered sternly.

The girl was completely confused. She was hardly fit to be his mother, rather an elder sister, but she could not object. In truth, she was afraid of the duke, of her husband. In his words, there was always a silent order, and the girl understood that he did not accept objections. Therefore, obeying him, she bent slightly for a kiss. To her surprise, instead of kissing on the cheek, which she expected, the girl received two kisses on the lips. Conor touched fleetingly, but at the same time the tip of his tongue touched her mouth. Colin, on the contrary, suddenly squeezed her chin with his hand and, pressing his mouth against hers, lingered, licking her lips and sticking his tongue between them. It was a complete shock for an innocent girl. Her cheeks turned red and she immediately looked at her husband, fearing his reaction, but he remained imperturbable, as if everything that was happening was right.

“The maid will take you to your bedroom.” Your things are already there - all that he said and left.

The boys instantly went after the father, and the girl had nothing left to do but climb up.

Erica, dressed for dinner, was very nervous, but as it turned out in vain.Her newly-made husband urgently left for business, and the guys dined in their living rooms. Maybe this is better, she decided, because she was afraid of the first wedding night. All she knew about it was that it would hurt her, for the first time she would have blood. More mom did not explain anything, only said that her husband would teach.

When lying down to sleep in complete peace of mind, the young duchess did not expect what had happened to her. She awoke, dimly hearing whispers and feeling touch. She abruptly remembered where she was, the girl opened her eyes. What she saw amazed her. Near her bed were her stepchildren. A candle was burning brightly on the table, and she could see their smiling faces. Their shirts were unbuttoned and cuffs rolled to the elbow. One of her stepsons stood with their legs spread wide by their shoulders. His hand was on his groin, squeezing one through the fabric of his pants. Erika tried to move, but could not. Her arms and legs were strapped to the bed. She looked down at herself and gasped. Sheets were thrown off her, and nightly lost her waist, revealing to the guys a view of her bare legs and a virgin mound, covered with fierce hair.

- What's happening? - she was indignant. “Free me, little rascals.”

- Mom, what are you. We just want to play. My father allowed us, - the boy who was closer to her grinned.

- Yes, he urgently had to leave, but lest you be upset, we were allowed to play with you as much as you like.

- Enough, please. Let me go and I will not punish you, - Erika decided to scare them, but in response she heard only cheerful laughter.

- Well, what are you, mother. We haven't even started yet.

“We can do anything with you except depriving you of virginity.” And we want to play.

At these words, the girl turned red, and her body was filled with fear and panic.

“Please, Colin, Connor, this is no longer funny.” Let me go.

“I'm Colin, mom,” said the one closest to her.

- We have long asked the father about such a mother. - Connor continued, the same as if not hearing the words of the girl. Connor’s serious look didn’t give her any peace, but Colin’s sweetie smile bothered Eric. - And now my father found you. It is interesting to play with his toys, but they change quickly. And you are with us forever.

“You know, papa dreams of a legal heir,” Colin informed her, and, coming even closer, he sank down on the bed next to her.

His hands reached for the bedside table, which stood near the bed, and took scissors from the top drawer. Erica shrank from fear.

“And you don’t like it,” she decided to distract them by talking.

- We are not a bit angry at him. No, we will even be happy to have a brother or sister, or both. And perhaps it will be our children. The father, unfortunately, has some problems with his body.

- How are yours? - Eric asked in horror.

- Yes, Mom, if you do not get pregnant from the sperm of your father, which is poured into you, then you will definitely fly from one of us. I think we will not even know from whom. Isn't that great?

Colin brought the scissors to her nightgown, and hooked the edge, began to cut the fabric in the middle.

- What are you doing? Stop that!

The girl began to spin in bed, but then Connor squeezed her legs, depriving her ability to move, until her brother finished messing around with the young duchess undressing. The cut fabric spreads in different directions, completely opening her body to their gaze.

- Please, stop. This is not true. He could not let you do this.

“Of course I could, mother.” All women in the estate belong to him and must obey. And now you are our rightful property, ”said Colin playfully.

His hands fell on the body of the girl, walked from neck to chest.

- Oh my God...

- Do not worry, Mom. We are very experienced. Father taught us a lot. You like it.

Connor, meanwhile, climbed onto the bed, placing himself between her spread legs, bending her knees, causing her feet to rest on the bed. To her regret, the length of the straps allowed him to do this, and in this position, the girl's bosom fully opened to the eyes of the young man.

- I beg you, that's enough.

Erika's body trembled. She was ...