He shakes his head. “No, Milly,” he says. “That definitely wasn’t a mistake.”
“Not for you, maybe,” I say. “It’s not like that was a first for you guys, but we’re family in a fucked up kind of way and we should never have let it happen.”
He looks deflated and I’m sorry for that. The last thing that I want to do is hurt any of them, but he softly cups my cheek, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “It’s was amazing, Milly,” he says gently. “And you seemed totally at ease last night. We didn’t do anything you didn’t want us to do…did we?” he asks, searching my face.
I shake my head. God, that wasn’t what I was trying to say at all. It’s just in the cold light of morning nothing seems simple.
Everything that happened last night was on me, too.
“I need to ask you something, Milly,” Dane says, trailing his fingers down my shoulder and arm. “I want to know how you feel about me…how you really feel about me. Forget the family bit. Forget all your concerns about what people might think about us being together. If all of that was gone, what would you want? What’s in your heart?”
With his whole body pressed so tightly against mine now, it’s hard to ignore how much I want him. How attracted I am to him. How the soft look in his eyes and the stroke of his thumb on my arm is giving me the shivers. It’s so damn hard to focus when he’s this close and even if I could, what should I say? Tell him will only give him hope and I shouldn’t be doing that. We can’t do what we did last night again. “I don’t…” I stutter, my eyes fluttering shut.
“You don’t what?” he asks, leaning in closer and gently kissing my cheek. It’s as though he knows what’s in my heart and is trying to tempt me to tell him. Maybe he thinks that if I admit I want him too, that will be enough to smooth this all out. That the boys will get what they want.
I sigh gently because it feels so good and because I want to just do what he’s saying. I want to admit how I feel. I wish there were no factors to hold me back. His mouth moves slowly across my jaw, breath soft and warm, his body pressing closer. I’m naked under this sheet and that just makes everything feels so raw.
I think he must take the sigh for surrender because his gentle touch turns more urgent, his hard body overtaking my small, soft one, his lips working to part mine. Oh, it feels so good when he slides his tongue into my mouth and his hand under the sheets. He grips at my waist, shifting closer, his big heavy thigh moving between my legs. The pressure is amazing, my clit still swollen from last night drives me to roll my hips against him. I feel his cock thickening against my thigh. Damn, that thing is hard. And huge. But then I knew that. If the rumors hadn’t confirmed it, the sight of him in just his boxers was a pretty good indication. I always tried not to look, but some things in life are so impressive you’ve just gotta stare.
Dane rolls himself over until he’s hovering above me, gazing down at me as though I’m the most desirable woman in the world and he’s just got to have me. He looks delicious and sinful and I can’t help but want him. As he brings his mouth down to my collarbone I sigh, my chest heaving.
“Dane,” I whisper.
“Milly,” he says, his huge hand finding my breast as his cock nudges between my legs. It’s a double assault that leaves me so wet I must be soaking through his boxers. I’m lost. There’s no fighting my own desires now. He’s got me where he needed to get me...to the brink of succumbing to my own needs and I can’t find the ‘no’ that I should be saying. Instead, I want to tell him yes, hurry, fill the emptiness inside me. Show me how much you want me.
Finding my nerve, I tangle my hands in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly with my nails. He surprises me with the low grunt in his throat, pushing me deeper into the bed. Dane is always the polite one, careful and considerate, just like he was with me last night but this is different. The passion in his eyes as I look up at them is striking.
He leans back to wrap my thighs around his waist, his wide, rigid cock teasing my clit. He pushes at his boxers, getting them down enough that we’re skin to skin where it counts. He’s so warm everywhere, my hands grip the firmness of his back and just want to squeeze. My hips have a mind of their own, pressing harder against him, craving what I think he’s working towards. We’re so close to fucking it’s blowing my mind.
Dane has always been the shyest of my stepbrothers. He’s big and strong and masculine but more thoughtful than Drew and Dylan. In a million years I would never have thought that he’d be the first to get me to go this far.
“Baby,” he says softly. “You ready for this?”
His concern warms my heart. Even in this moment where I can feel him almost trembling with restraint, he’s thinking of me.
I nod, even though I’m not really ready. It’s not the act itself. I feel safe with Dane and I want him so badly my pussy clenches against his waiting cock, but this is my stepbrother and I’m in my own bed, under our parent’s roof. Guilt floods me along with pleasure as he guides his length in his hand toward my entrance. The tip of him is so wide, I shift my hips. It’s the best kind of pressure. Anticipation buzzes inside me. He leans his weight against me and slides in an inch. I look down between us and see how much more he has to feed inside me and I gasp.
Dane’s cock is huge. Bigger than I ever imagined. There’s no way he’s getting that thing inside me, I think. He must feel the resistance because he slips his hand between our bodies and starts to rub my clit, pushing in a little more every few seconds as the pleasure opens me wider.
Oh, it feels so good I can’t even describe it. There’s something so damn primal about this moment. Submission, yes. Dane is big and muscular and very much in charge, but I feel powerful too. My body is giving way but with every little thrust, I can feel him getting weaker because he wants this so much. This moment of joining is just that, and when I’m full of him and he shudders with how good it is, I feel like a goddess.
I pull him even closer with my legs wrapped around him, coaxing him to move with a tug of my foot against the back of his thigh. Taking a deep breath in, my eyes squeeze shut and everything in me melts against him as he slowly draws his thick cock out of me, inch by inch. I ache to be full of him again.
Dane’s groan sends a moan vibrating in my own throat, and as he pushes back in deeper and I eagerly clutch hold of his back, hissing as he thrusts against me. I dig my fingers into his back with each thrust, my hips meeting his. It’s slow and delicious, everything I imagined fucking Dane could be like. He buries his face in my neck and I hold him close as the muscles in his shoulders and chest pull tight.
I love the way he rests his full weight on me. He’s heavy but it’s perfect, the closeness of our bodies matching how I feel in my heart. I listen to his short sharp breaths, the creak of the springs in my bed. Sex isn’t how it is in the movies. There’s no soulful music or romantic lighting. It’s just two people coming together to make the best kind of pleasure and the imperfectness of it is what makes it that much better.
I want more, clutching at him harder. I find his mouth, sliding my tongue against his, moving my hands down to grasp his tight ass. Damn if I wasn’t right about it.
I’m smiling, then crying out, writhing under him as he reaches between us to rub small circles around my throbbing clit. I know I’m getting close, the jolts of pleasure thrum through me, coiling up into something tighter and tighter inside…
Only vaguely aware of what’s going on around us, it takes a moment to register the door to my room opening up, and Dylan and Drew quietly walking in.
11
I freeze, my mouth hanging open. Apart from last night, sex has always been a completely private thing for me so I’m not used to having eyes on me when I’m in this position.
Dane realizes what’s happening and looks over his shoulder at the other two, then back down to me, his brows knitting in concern. “It’s okay, Milly. They’re okay with this. Are you okay to keep going?”
I look back across at Dylan and Drew and find
them staring at us with so much heat in their eyes that I feel like I should burst into flames. It should feel wrong. I know it should but there’s something about them being there and seeing this that turns me on. I’m closer to coming and Dane isn’t even moving anymore.
Closing the door behind them, Dylan and Drew approach us, Drew walking to the one side of the bed and climbing up into it, while Dylan slides next to us on the other. It’s like last night all over again, surrounding me the way they are.
Dane never takes his eyes off me as Dylan bends to kiss my mouth, parting my lips, and Drew lifts my hands away from my breasts.
“Haven’t we already gone over this? You’re beautiful. Please for the love of god, don’t hide yourself. We want to see it all, baby,” Drew says, nuzzling against my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth softly.
With Dane still so deep inside of me, I squeeze myself around him even more, giving into my desire once more. I might need to deal with the fear that’s still underneath all of this—the worry about blowing my family apart if they were to find out about this—but for now, I would wait. And I would let myself enjoy this moment. And make it so they enjoy it, too.
Reaching out to undo the drawstring of Dylan’s sweatpants first, I slide my hand under his waistband and smile, watching him as he closes his eyes while I firmly grasp his cock. I can feel the tension pulsing through him, and start to slowly stroke him, Dane pulling out of me slowly in time with my rhythm.
Drew reaches between me and Dane with ease, tapping lightly at my clit as he sends a wicked grin my way and slides his boxer briefs down to reveal an almost identical cock to his brothers. I gasp because I’m just about dealing with one of these things, let alone two or three.
I don’t know what to do. Do I touch him? Is that what they want? Last night they shared me but it was one way. I can try to give Dylan and Drew pleasure too but I don’t know how coordinated I’m going to be which Dane still fucking me. It’s going to be a bit like patting my head and rubbing my stomach at the same time.
I reach out for Drew, wrapping my hand around his cock, feeling it kick in my palm. His eyes light up. “That’s it, Mills,” he says, his voice husky with arousal. “You take what you want.”
I stroke up and down slowly, watching in wonder as his cock thickens even more and kicks in my hand. He flexes his hips in time with Dane and I hiss when Dane grabs my hips firmly as he fucks me even harder.
Dylan is there, stroking his hands over my breasts, telling me how pretty I am, how he can’t wait to make me feel good.
Drew’s thrusting into my fist faster as Dane speeds too. There is so much man around me; masculinity and brute force mixed with caring and sensitivity. I know I couldn’t do this kind of thing with anyone else. It’s because I know these men and they’re my…
…brothers.
I think it but I correct myself.
My friends.
It’s because I can tell you that Dane likes his coffee with lots of cream and sugar and I know he bakes so he can feel closer to his mom. It’s because Drew is fierce but underneath it all he’d fight to protect me. It’s because under all the wit and crass humor, Dylan is still grieving for the family that he had when his mom was alive.
It’s because when I feel them next to me I feel safer than I ever have in my life that I can do this.
“You okay, baby?” Dane asks, pausing to roll his hips against me, lifting me up just enough to throw my legs over his shoulders.
I shudder as he thrusts even deeper inside of my pussy, hitting my g-spot expertly from this angle. I can see what the girls at college were talking about. I get why they kissed and told the rest of their friends because being with the Mason triplets feels too good. It feels like a little slice of heaven on earth and I know, if they keep doing what they are doing, I’m gonna come harder than I ever have before. “Ohhh,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as I stroke Drew’s cock and kiss Dylan’s soft lips.
Dylan brushes my hair away from my face, gazing down at me. “You’re perfect, baby,” he says. Drew’s hand caresses my forehead. “Just like that,” he grunts, his voice hoarse with the pleasure.
I can feel Dane’s getting close from the way he’s fucking me in shorter, harder thrusts. Each bang against my clit is driving me higher. Dylan’s back, pinching and squeezing my nipples, whispering, “Does that feel good, Milly? Dane’s really fucking you now. “Oh,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.” I don’t just mean Dane. I mean all of them…I mean everything. “Oh! I’m going to come,” I shout, and Dane groans and Drew groans and then I’m coming and coming and coming. Eyes closed, limbs rigid, the waves of pleasure are almost too much for me to bear. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Dane comes too, then Drew. My hand is hot and wet and my pussy is hotter and wetter.
It takes time for me to come down from where they sent me somewhere in the stratosphere. Dane withdraws and Drew seems to be wiping my hand. I feel caresses over my hips and thighs, kisses on my belly. Then I’m being rolled gently. It’s Dylan. He’s been waiting patiently and now it’s his turn. His knees gently nudge my legs apart then he’s settling himself against my ass. When he pushes his cock inside my swollen entrance, I groan. I don’t really understand how but I’m ready for more.
I’ve never been a come-more-than-once kinda girl. To be honest, once has mostly been the exception, I think because past boyfriends have been more concerned with their own needs than mine. But as Dylan moves slowly, gripping my hair in his fist and pressing kisses to my turned cheek, I can feel another orgasm building. Drew and Dane take my hands and hold them against the bed. In that one move I am totally in their control and it feels amazing.
“You feel so fucking good,” Dylan breathes against my ear. “Perfect.” His voice is just a hiss, the pleasure obviously getting to him.
“Does it feel good,” Drew asks.
I nod, shifting my hips and Dylan tries to get deeper.
I don’t know how long it takes for me to come again because I’m so lost in what is happening that time has become abstract, but when I do it’s even stronger than before. “Unnnnaahhh,” I cry out, hips bucking. Someone’s hand reaches beneath my belly to seek out my straining clit and the sensations just go on and on.
“That’s it, girl,” Dane says, stroking my face, my shoulder, as his brother fucks into me harder until I feel his cock swell and shoot inside me.
There is something so unbelievably sexy about feeling my stepbrother’s cum leaking from inside me. Dylan pulls out and the sheets between my legs are soaked.
I’m boneless. Wrecked.
And worse of all, ruined.
I know no other man could ever live up to what the Mason triplets have just done to me. There’s no improving on this. As I lie with my stepbrothers surrounding me, drifting into sleep again, I know for sure that this is the biggest and best mistake I’ve ever made.
12
An up-beat pop song blares right by my head, and I instinctively roll over, my eyes still closed as I fumble for my phone to turn off the alarm. It can’t be eight o’clock yet… can it?
It’s unnaturally hot in my bed, but that’s probably because of the three extra bodies stuffed into it with me. My stepbrothers are all in my bed. My stepbrothers are naked in my bed.
I’m naked in bed with my stepbrothers. I think I’m going to have a total freak out.
I don’t want to look but I can’t help myself. Damn, these boys have bodies to die for. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to so much perfect man-chest or so many gorgeous thick thighs. I blush when I catch sight of things that no stepsister should ever see, let alone do the things I did last night.
OMG.
OMG.
OMG.
But even through my freak out I can’t help but consider what in the hell I did to deserve to be part of this? It’s like being stuck in some kind of man-heaven fantasy with the three of them yawning and rolling over to face me, all wearing matching smiles. It’s totally unfair that they all
manage to look this amazing with so little effort. I run my hand over my hair which feels as lovely as a bush in the middle of a heatwave.
I don’t want to sit up because then they will see the birds nest that must have taken up residence on the back of my head. I feel sticky and hot and conscious that I must reek of sex. This is all way too real for this time in the morning.
How the hell am I going to get out of this bed and into the shower whilst preserving my dignity?
What damn dignity, I think.
“Milly, Milly, Milly,” Dylan says softly.
He’s looking at me like I’m a frosted cupcake he can’t wait to taste. Damn. I need to get out of this bed fast.
“I need a shower,” I blurt.
Dane chuckles. “You feeling funky, Mills?”
“A little,” I say drawing the cover up a bit higher. It’s way too late to be worried about my modesty, but I can’t help feeling shy. “You guys better start getting ready or we’re gonna be late for classes,” I say, hopeful they’ll all jump up and leave me to process.
I don’t think I’ve ever had so much to process in my whole life.
OMG.
My brain seems to be stuck in shock.
Drew leans in to kiss my lips but I turn my head quickly. “Err…morning breath,” I mumble through a tightly clenched jaw.
“Doesn’t bother me,” he replies but he backs off a little anyway. I catch him looking at Dylan. One of their silent triplet conversations seems to take place for a couple of seconds, then they’re all rolling out of my bed, cupping their dicks as they seek out the clothing items they discarded on my floor.
“I call dibs on the shower first!” Dane says, jogging towards the door.
“Not if I get there first,” Drew shouts, always the competitive one.
Dylan is the last to leave, glancing over his shoulder as he gets to the door. “You okay, Mills?” he asks, resting his huge hand against the door frame. That hand gave me so much pleasure last night but now the sight of it is too much. I nod quickly.
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