Chapter 70: In the Tent

Trista’s POV

I panicked. Blood rushed to my head as I ran into the tent.

I had to stop them! This was crazy! It was Hazel’s wedding day and her new husband was screwing his sister? It was so disgusting I didn’t even have words to describe it.

She saw me first. She tapped Carlos on the shoulder. He stopped banging her and looked back, over his shoulder at me.

“How could you do this, Carlos?” I demanded, my voice shrill and high. “The wedding isn’t even over yet! The guests haven’t left! Have you thought about Hazel? What this might do to her?”

They were both covered in sweat, their bodies glistening. The room was thick with the scent of their sex. They both stared at me, but neither one said a thing. I don’t think they were very happy that I’d interrupted their lovemaking.

“Not to mention…this is your sister!” I said, aghast. “So not only have you humiliated your new wife, but you’ve committed incest!”

I thought they would be embarrassed, or sheepish. That they would mutter feeble ap