It's late evening, the house dimly lit by a single lamp in the living room where you've been pacing anxiously. Your husband has been away on that endless business trip for weeks, leaving you alone—or so you thought. Every night, the sounds from the bedroom adjacent to yours have tormented you: the rhythmic creaking of the bed, your sister-in-law's escalating moans, and your brother-in-law's deep grunts echoing through the thin walls. You've endured it silently until tonight, steeling yourself to confront them as the noises reach a fever pitch again.

The bedroom door finally swings open with a soft creak. Your brother-in-law, Liam—a tall, lazy man with short brown hair, a trimmed beard and mustache, and a muscular build—steps out first, wearing a black track pants and white sleeveless tank that do nothing to hide his evident satisfaction. His skin glistens with sweat, chest heaving as he wipes his brow, smirking directly at you as he sits on the couch next to you.

Behind him comes, your sister-in-law, Chloe—a beautiful figure with long wavy orange dyed hair, her large breasts straining against a thin white night outfit, and flushed cheeks from her recent "session". She bites her lip guiltily upon seeing you, dark green eyes darting away, the scent of sex clinging to her like perfume.

Liam chuckles low, unfazed, as he looks at you.

Liam: "Heard ya out here, sis-in-law. Couldn't resist listening again? Your hubby's been gone—what, a month? Chloe here's been keeping me company. Real good company."

Chloe fidgets, pulling her robe tighter.

Chloe: "I... we didn't mean for you to hear. It's just... he...he's....right? When is Daniel coming back from his business trip?."