by Terry Towers
“But why?” Trey asked, staring at her, his expression remaining blank. She hated that his expression was blank, she desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, good, bad or otherwise.
“Yeah, why bring it up?” Ethan added.
Just say it Ivy, what’s the worst that could happen, a voice at the back of her mind said, aside from them thinking you’re some sex freak and ruining what you’ve gotten back from them.
“I want to.”
Their mouths fell open in unison and snapped shut in unison. They looked at each other, foreheads creasing. It was Ethan who broke the silence. “Ivy, we’re not gay, babes.”
“Just because you share a girl doesn’t mean you’re gay.”
Trey pressed his fingertips together and made the slapping sound with the heels of his palms. “Balls. Slapping.” He stopped the slapping motion and jerked his thumb toward Ethan. “And I don’t want that dude’s dick in my face.”
“Your balls won’t slap together, Trey,” Ivy protested. “And why would his dick be in your face?”
“I don’t know. Not sure I’m too keen on finding out.” He grabbed his beer and downed it.
“I need more beer,” Ethan announced, standing and exiting the living room without asking Ivy or Trey if they wanted anything.
Trey leaned forward and his gaze caught Ivy’s. “Are you serious?”
Ivy didn’t think her face could grow any hotter. She was so embarrassed she was actually beginning to perspire. Well, no turning back now. “Yes.”
“But you’ve never…”
She shook her head. “I want to though.”
Trey took her hands in his, forcing her gaze up to meet his again. “Why? I mean… Shit.” He released her hands and raked a hand through his hair.
~*~*~*~*~
Ethan
She was going to give him a fucking heart attack. Maybe that was her plan after all, kill him via shock. Ethan opened a fresh bottle of beer and chugged half of it down immediately. Him, her and Trey? He’d envisioned her and him a thousand times, it felt like anyhow, since she came home, but Trey never entered the picture.
Admittedly, it wasn’t the most unappealing idea. Sure, he wasn’t keen on the whole “balls on balls” action that might be a possible side effect of the act, but it wasn’t completely unappealing. It’s not like Trey would be sucking his cock or anything. It would be all about her and he could only imagine the noises she’d make, the moans, the screams of pleasure. The thought was causing his cock to thicken. He finished the remainder of the beer, grabbed three more from the fridge and made his way back to the living room. Ethan gave Trey and Ivy new beers and sat back down on the sofa with his.
The thought that they’d been going through a ridiculous amount of beer crossed his mind for a fleeting moment. Although he anticipated many more in the near future considering the bombshell she’d dropped on him.
“If we could get past the mechanics of the act. Aren’t we forgetting a very major thing?”
Trey and Ivy’s eyes shifted to him, neither one speaking, both waiting for him to continue.
“Who gets Ivy? I mean, is this just a quick fuck deal or…”
“What do you mean, man?” Trey asked after a moment of silence.
“I mean, who’s she really going to be with? Are we all going to be fuck buddies or is a relationship going to develop and one of us be an alternate to spice things up?” He looked directly at Ivy. “I’m past one-night stands and random fucks. I’m looking for the woman to spend the rest of my life with.”
“We both are Ethan,” Trey assured him, “but isn’t that getting ahead of things a little bit? Neither one of us even knows what’s running through her head right now.”
“No, I don’t think it is. I think it’s sensible to consider what happens after. Just so there are no misunderstandings.” Both men looked directly at Ivy, awaiting an answer.
Ivy looked from Ethan to Trey and back again. She raked her fingers through her hair and Ethan could see her hand shaking. He’d never seen her so nervous; not before taking her SATs, not before her prom, not even when she told him she was in love with him. “I want you both, in every way.”
Trey blew out a loud huff of air and flopped back into the sofa. After taking a drink from the beer Ethan gave him, he cut his eyes over at Ethan. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll be able to process this after the shock wears off.” Ethan redirected his attention to Ivy. “Have you even had sex yet?”
Ivy huffed and scowled at him.
Ethan froze with his beer halfway to his lips, the his realization flaring up in his eyes. “You have had sex, right?” Sure, he’d suspected, but having her confirm his suspicions…
She got that uneasy look again, fidgeting with the family ring on her left middle finger – it contained the stones for her, her mother, him and his father. The ring had been a graduation present from him. It surprised him that she was still wearing it and hadn’t pawned it or thrown it into the trash compactor after what happened between them.
Surprises are a dime a dozen today, I guess, he mused.
“Rock, paper, scissors on who gets her virginity,” Trey joked, but his chuckling stopped immediately when Ethan shot him a dirty look and he pretended to have an intense interest in the list of ingredients on the beer label. “Just messing around,” he grumbled under his breath.
“It’s not like I’m completely stupid on sex. I’ve had oral. And I’ve used my vibrators more times than I can count. I’ve just not actually had a real penis –”
“Okay, stop.” Ethan put his hand out. “We get it. Your pussy has seen some action. We get it. Although I’d like to know who these fuckers are that you sucked the cock of.”
“Ethan!” Ivy glared at him. “It’s none of your business. I don’t ask you about all the women you’ve fucked. And I’m pretty sure your count is astronomical.”
“Don’t believe the hype,” Trey cut in and chuckled.
“Not helping, Trey.” Ethan gave his head a shake.
~*~*~*~
Ivy
“This was a bad idea, forget it guys.” Ivy slipped from the coffee table and onto the sofa, between the men. “Let’s just watch a movie or something.” She grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels, but slowed when she came to the adult channel, which featured a woman sandwiched between two men.
“First the books and now porn, Ivy,” Ethan said and then cleared his throat.
“See, their balls aren’t slapping together,” Ivy pointed out, her index finger wagging at the television screen. “Not a single male body part is touching.” She left the channel on for another minute, letting it sink in for the guys before switching to a new channel to a romantic comedy.
Not a single person spoke; they all pretended to watch the movie. However, if asked what it was about none of the three would be able to give an answer. At least not a correct answer.
Chapter 7
Trey
Trey couldn’t keep his mind on anything other than the woman sitting between him and Ethan. Share her? He supposed that would fix the problem of having to slice her in half… That wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. He hadn’t really gotten that far really. His plan was to simply take things as they came. He looked over at Ethan, who was definitely further along than he was – more invested, although that was to be expected. That wasn’t to say he didn’t want something real with her, but considering this new information…
One thing was for sure, the tension in the room was so thick it was almost suffocating.
He looked down at Ivy. She was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap dress. The strap covering the shoulder closer to him had fallen off and was hanging on her arm. On impulse he leaned over and brushed his lips along her shoulder and to her neck.
Trey pulled away just slightly when she jumped at his unexpected contact, her head turned and her gaze caught his – her eyes questioning.
“Trey?”
Reaching out, Trey traced her jawline with his index finger and then caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to him. He lowered his lips to hers, as his hand slid along her face to the back of her head. He could feel Ethan’s eyes on them, and to his surprise it was arousing to him. Maybe there was something to this.
She hesitated before responding, as if shy over the idea of kissing him in front of Ethan, which was almost humorous considering it was her idea in the first place. But it only took him sweeping the tip of his tongue along her lower lip for her to melt into him. She leaned into him, parting her lips and inviting him in as she turned to him, pressing the palms of her hands flat against his chest.
His need for her vibrated through him, his body needing more. Yearning to feel every inch of her naked body against his. Ivy moaned softly as his lips left hers and began to work their way along her jawline.
~*~*~*~*~
Ivy
Ivy could feel Ethan’s eyes burrowing into the back of her head. She wasn’t sure whether it was good or bad, but as Trey’s lips began travelling along her jaw and to the side of her neck she turned to look in Ethan’s direction and a surge of desire rushed through her as she saw the raw need in his blue eyes. It was stronger, more intense than she’d ever seen.
Working on instinct, she reached out and fisted the front of Ethan’s shirt and pulled him toward her as Trey’s lips reached the nook between her neck and shoulder, pausing there and biting at the sensitive flesh.
Ethan framed her face with his large hands, his eyes locking with hers. “This is crazy Ivy,” he whispered, but didn’t wait for a response as his lips came crashing down on hers with power and determination, as if he were attempting to rid her mind of Trey and claim her as his own. It didn’t surprise her, she was sandwiched between two incredible alpha males, neither one accustomed to sharing.
He forced his tongue past her lips, to duel with hers. His mouth and tongue tasted of beer and peppermint – the flavour of gum he favoured. It was wild the stupid shit you remembered about someone you cared for.
Trey’s hands slid to the back of her dress and inch by inch the zipper came down until the bodice of the dress was loose. Trey began working the spaghetti straps down her arms and then off, pushing the top of the dress to her waist, leaving her in just a strapless bra on her upper half. Her body froze upon realizing that this just might be happening; she should have been elated, but instead she was scared shitless.
Ethan’s lips and demanding tongue, jousting with hers – along with Trey’s hands, which were palming her breasts, turning her large, dark nipples into hardened peaks – brought her back to what was happening.
Ethan pulled back and looked down into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yesssss.” The word came out as a hiss.
“You still want to do this, baby?” Trey’s voice asked from behind her before nipping at her earlobe.
Ivy looked over her shoulder at Trey. “I do. I’m…”
“I know.” He grinned, releasing her breasts and cupping her chin in his hand and angling her mouth so he could plant a kiss on her lips. “But we’ll be gentle.” A devilish gleam mixed with the lust in his eyes. “At first.”
“Come on, if we’re going to do this I think upstairs would be a better place than the sofa.” Ethan stood and extended his hand to her. She stood and her dress slid down her body and puddled at her feet on the floor.
“I don’t think you’ll need this either.” Trey placed a kiss on her shoulder and undid the back clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts.
She immediately went to cover her breasts, but Ethan stopped her, forcing her hands to the sides. “I’ve already seen everything, honey.”
Her face grew warm, flushing as she lowered her gaze.
“Wait, when?” Trey asked, slipping his arms around her and pulling her back tight to his front, kissing the back of her neck.
“This morning, in the shower,” Ivy groaned, pressing back against him as the ridge of his long, hard shaft rubbed against her bottom through the layers of clothing.
Ethan laughed. “She shot me down though.”
“Not for lack of trying,” Ivy couldn’t help but cut in, looking up to meet Ethan’s stare.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“Well, in that case,” Trey said as he bent down, put an arm under her back and one under her knees and hoisted her up into his arms. “I get to carry you upstairs.”
Ivy squealed, squirming in his arms while linking her hands behind his neck. “Trey, oh my god, put me down, I’m too heavy!”
He cocked a brow up at her, a smirk forming on his lips. “Hardly. In fact, I think you might stand to eat a hamburger now and then.”
She groaned loudly and rolled her eyes at him, as he followed behind Ethan up the stairs to the second-floor bedrooms. First I’m too fat, then I’m too thin, a girl can’t keep up! But she couldn’t help but feel good about the comment, or the fact he could effortlessly carry her up the stairs, held tight to his chest. Ethan led them into her bedroom with the queen-sized bed, removing his shirt as he walked past the threshold and tossing it to the floor.
Trey carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto it. She squealed as she bounced, her hair whipping into her face. She pushed her hair back to see Trey remove his shirt and leap onto the bed, covering her body with his own, settling between her legs. Heat radiated through him as her breasts became crushed under the weight of his muscular body. His lips worked down her neck and he moved lower, capturing one of her tight nubs into his mouth and circling the nipple with his tongue, sending delicious shivers of anticipation through her.
Ivy closed her eyes and moaned, giving herself a moment to savour the feel of his body and mouth on her. She opened her eyes and looked to her left, her stare catching her stepbrother’s. “Ethan, come here.” She reached out and grabbed Ethan’s hand, pulling him toward the bed. When he got close enough she began fumbling with his belt buckle. It was so damned difficult, Trey’s mouth slowly making its way down her body was so distracting.
Ethan chuckled at her attempt to free his cock. “I think you might need a little help.” With his assistance she managed to undo his pants and yank them down just as Trey’s mouth reached the top of her pink lace panties.
“God, I can’t wait to taste you baby,” Trey groaned, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling them down, kissing his way down her mound as it became available to him. The closer he got to the apex between her legs, the greater the ache of need became.
As Trey freed her of the final piece of clothing she had left on, Ethan crawled onto the bed and positioned himself at her shoulder, his already erect shaft bobbing just a few inches from her mouth. Grasping his cock in her hand, she began to stroke him from base to tip, her thumb circling the head, smearing the drop of pre-cum along the tip. Ethan moaned softly, his hips beginning to rock in her hand. She loved the power she had over Ethan; her strong-willed, sexy stepbrother was looking down at her with unrestrained passion and need.
Her attention was pulled from Ethan to Trey as Trey slid her legs over his shoulders and hoisted her bottom into the air. She watched, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted as Trey spread her pussy lips and lowered his mouth to her mound.
“Trey, God Trey…” The wetness that had gathered between her legs was so uncomfortable. When Trey’s tongue ran along the length of her slit she cried out, closing her eyes and arching her back. He licked her again, this time pausing to flick her clit with his tongue, sending a surge of desire through her.
As difficult as it was to keep any type of thought, she refocused her attention to Ethan, her grip on him tightening as she gently urged him closer, until his dick was in line with her mouth. Lifting her head she circled the head of his dick with her tongue, periodically flicking at the tip, lapping up the pre-cum as it gathered. Ethan cupped her breast in his hand, kneading the satiny flesh, his fingers pinching the nipple tight enou
gh to send pulses of pleasure and pain through her.
“I want you to come in my mouth Ivy,” Trey said, his voice laced with restrained hunger as his tongue probed her entrance a moment before he thrust it into her completely. His tongue thrust into her core just as she took Ethan’s cock fully into her mouth, his cock muffling the sound of her scream of pleasure.
The pleasure coursing through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. The hands of Trey and Ethan seemed to be all over her, touching, caressing, bringing her closer and closer to her breaking point. It felt so good she could barely focus on her mission to make Ethan come. She worked harder, her hand at the base of his shaft tightening around him and working in unison with her mouth, begging Ethan for his seed. As Ethan rocked against her mouth, she began to buck against Trey’s thrusting tongue, the three of them working as one.
“Ivy honey, I’m coming. Let me go before –” Ethan attempted to pull from her mouth, but she kept him to her. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed seconds before an explosion erupted in her mouth. She struggled to swallow him down, but managed. As she pulled her lips from him, Trey’s torturous combination of tongue and fingers pinching her clit became her undoing; she closed her eyes and cried out as she released Ethan completely and fisted the blanket under her. Her mind was on one thing only, the pulses of pleasure rushing through her.
“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste good,” Trey groaned as he lapped up her juices before slowly sliding her legs from his shoulders and laying her flat onto the bed. Once she was lowered to the mattress Trey moved back up the length of her body and claimed her lips with his as his rock solid cock slid between her legs, teasing her drenched slit, probing at her opening but not breaching the entrance. The taste of her juices greeted her tongue as she parted her lips, inviting him in, and she found it strangely erotic.