should have known something was off when my new stepuncle and stepaunt found out I needed shelter and welcomed me into their home. The first thing they noticed was that I looked like the stepdaughter they lost. I only thought that was weird when they asked me to wear her clothes. They even called me by her name! She passed a year ago, and I could tell they were trying to replace her, but I was desperate, so I stayed. What I didn't know was that they expected me to fuck them as if I were her too! My body was something to be shared. It belonged to them. So why do I like it? If they want to use me as a vessel for their cum and their grief, they can. I'm going to be a good girl, the one they always wanted.