Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B*tches: She Got Stuffed by Her Brother’s Husband Then Asked for Seconds

AMOS Thanksgiving was supposed to be about family. Instead, I caught mine splitting open over my mama’s kitchen counter with my husband buried deep inside my sister like she belonged to him. Devon was supposed to be mine. Loyal. Gay. Sacred. But now, the lines are blurred, and the truth don’t taste like truth no more. It tastes like betrayal, sweat, and something I still want, even if I hate myself for it.

KIYA I never meant to fall for him. But Devon saw me when nobody else did, not even my own brother. One look, one touch, and I stopped caring about right or wrong. What started in secret became something we couldn’t quit. He was married. To my blood. But love don’t always show up clean, and sometimes the heart picks the messiest road possible. I ain’t sorry. I just want him to choose me out loud, even if it costs us everything.