“I’m cool, Dylan. Just need to get ready.”
He nods, but he doesn’t look convinced. “Catch you for breakfast then,” he says before leaving.
I slip off into my own bathroom, my back up against the door once I’ve shut it. At some point, I even remember to breathe. I look down at my body and everything feels different. Pink tipped nipples are a little sore from so much sucking. My hips have little round bruise marks from the pressure of frantic fingertips. Between my legs feels a little ravaged too, and sticky.
I blush hard and quickly start the water.
The steam hits me before the water does, waking me up even more. There’s a dull ache in my head as I lather up my shampoo. It’s not the only place either. My hips feel like I’ve just run a marathon with absolutely no warm-up. My thighs feel like they’re made of jelly, and I nearly hiss as the hot water hardens my tender nipples.
Dylan’s mouth greedily sucking at them… Dane’s eyes as he slowly entered me…
I rinse the shampoo from my hair, closing my eyes.
Drew’s groaning as my palm brought him so much pleasure.
Biting my lip, I reach for the conditioner. Dane, Dylan, and Drew made me feel so good last night. It was more than I’d imagined it would be. Better than I ever hoped I could feel with anyone, and it didn’t feel wrong while we were doing it. It felt good and right and full of affection. I could tell by the way they were touching me that it wasn’t just about sex.
At least I think I could.
But what do I know really?
I finish washing off, dry myself and throw on my favorite black skirt and pink top, even pulling on a pair of cute black shoes to go with it. Even though I know I’m running low on time, I hurry to put on some makeup, and toss my hair up into a messy damp bun. It will have to do for now.
I peek my head out my room, the smell of something delicious wafting past my nose. It sounds like they’re downstairs. Time to face the music.
I’m right—Dane is at the stove working on breakfast, and Dylan’s setting the table. Drew, already sitting down and flipping through his phone, is the first to notice me. The kitchen smells amazing, between the food and my freshly-showered stepbrothers. I have to fight back the drool as I take a seat at the table.
“You look nice. Hot for teacher?” Drew teases, winking at me.
I feel silly now, dressing up like this. But Dylan leans down, his face only an inch from mine. “Ignore his ass, Mills. He’s just mad that our ninth-grade teacher was hot,” he says, pointing between him and Dane, “and his was a fucking troll. Isn’t that right, Drew?”
Snickering, Dane turns around, a steaming plate of biscuits in his hands. “Oh man, I almost forgot about that! He was so pissed!”
Even I have to laugh when Drew rolls his eyes at them. “Whatever.”
Being here like this with them feels normal, easy. I take in a deep breath and let it out, biting into my biscuit, suddenly ravenous.
So much has happened between us, but right now this feels normal.
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Being treated to the passenger seat this time, I smile as Dylan hops into the front seat, having snagged the keys first. When he pulls up along the curb at the front of the west end of campus, I grab my tote bag, flushing as I thank them all for the ride.
Dylan’s leaning in so naturally I nearly mimic him, my mouth hovering so close to his, but in a split-second reality kicks in.
“No,” I say, fumbling for the door handle, staring back at his wide eyes. I shake my head. “No, we can’t do that.” The hurt on his face is so obvious that I want to second-guess myself but there’s no budging this rule in my mind. I can feel Drew and Dane’s eyes boring holes into me, watching my every move.
“This isn’t going to be something we do in public. I can’t…We just can’t do stuff like that. I’m sorry,” I finish lamely, barely remembering to shut the door before I run off to class.
My feet hit the pavement in awkward steps and I’m pissed at myself for thinking it was a good idea to wear these goddamn shoes in the first place. When I do make it to my class, Falon is standing outside, already waving.
“Hey, girl. Did you run over here? It’s not after 9:30 already, is it?” she asks, looking at her phone. “Why are you so flushed?”
As much as I’m dying to tell someone what’s really going on, I steer clear of it. “Just didn’t want to be late.”
Falon looks me up and down suspiciously. “Right. We better go grab some seats.”
--
I’m surprised by just how hungry I am, tearing into the cinnamon roll like some kind of animal. It’s our usual Monday, hanging out at Java Joe’s, her favorite coffee shop right by campus. At least Falon thinks it is, I on the other hand, think it’s about as far from a usual Monday as it can get.
Stirring my straw around in my ice coffee, I try to act nonchalant. “Ugh, my stepbrothers have been so… ridiculous since our parents went out of town.”
“Bet the house has been flooded with girls,” Falon laughs shaking her head. “Those boys.”
“They’re not that bad,” I say. “Or do you know something I don’t.”
Falon takes a bit of her muffin. “I thought you weren’t interested in hearing the rumors because they gross you out.”
I shrug. That’s what I told her but really those rumors made me jealous. I didn’t want to hear about the other girls who were getting to be with my stepbrothers.
Falon laughs, not believing my casualness one bit.
She wipes the corner of her mouth and leans in, her eyes practically sparkling as she lays on the gossip.
“Well, there are definitely some rumors,” she says in a whisper. “You know…about the size of…” She uses her hands to illustrate and the funny thing is, she’s pretty spot on. “This girl in my drama class, she was bragging about the way they chased after her. She said they wanted a special kind of relationship.”
My heart speeds in my chest. “What do you mean?”
“Well, she ended up having sex with them all once, but she said they wanted to make it a regular thing. She said it was the most mind-blowing experience of her life but not something she could do on the regular.” She takes another sip of coffee. “She’s not the only one who got shared either.”
My stomach churns. I don’t know why I want to put myself through this, because the more Falon talks about them, the worse I feel, but it’s a bit like listening at a door. Addictive.
“Oh yeah.” I can’t look at her right now.
“Yeah. It seems they’ve been looking for a girl who will take them all on for a while, but no one wants the gig. I mean, one of them would be amazing. There are girls lining up for each of them, but getting shared like a bargain bucket of KFC and everyone knowing about it. Well, that’s not something anyone seems to be up for as a long term thing.”
The blood slowly drains from my face with every one of Falon’s words. She continues on but I don’t hear her, her voice fading out. I slump back into my seat, sipping my ice coffee in silence.
13
“I don’t suppose you want to hang out tonight?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound as desperate and hollow as I feel.
A grin flashes across Falon’s face and before I know it, she’s scheming up our plans for the evening. “And then we can hit up the Red Devil and find us some cute guys. It sucks that Jordan can’t come out, but he said he’s helping his sisters with something. Sounded lame to me, but whatever. Milly?” Waving her hand in front of my face, Falon looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Hello? Are you zoning out on me again, or what?”
As the phone buzzes in my pocket, I fight the urge to check it. “Sorry. All the reviewing in class for the exam must have melted my brain or something. Dinner then Red Devil sounds like a plan.”
After sharing a white pie at Zorno’s Pizzeria, Falon and I head across the street to the Red Devil, where the line is already starting to twist its way back around the block. My phone buzzes for the thi
rd time, but I don’t dare even look at the screen. I know it’s the triplets…probably wanting to know when we’re going to do it all again. I feel sick. I’m just the stupid girl who they’ve convinced to do things no one else was prepared to do and they think I’m going to keep doing it. They think we can be open about this.
They tried to make me feel special like I was the only one for them and there was no one else…and the things they did with me, well, I wanted them to feel private and special but now they don’t. They feel like cheap.
Frowning at the line to Red Devil, I follow Falon quickly across the street.
I just need some space to myself so I can think. Or maybe not think at all.
Luckily for us, it doesn’t take too long to get through the line, and by the time we make it inside, the place is already jam-packed. It always is on Mondays—Ladies Night—where women can get in for just one dollar, and our drinks are half-priced. Seeing a couple of open bar stools, I nudge Falon and point to them. Cheap drinks are just what the doctor ordered. Many, many cheap drinks, in fact.
The bass is thumping in my chest as I down my second vodka and cranberry, watching the small dance floor where people are writhing and winding all over the place.
“And then I told him he could fuck right off. I don’t care if we were together for two years, he’s not going to make me feel like shit for dumping him. I mean holy hell, the guy was living in his dad’s basement and selling drugs on the side! Ugh,” Falon groans, leaning her back against the bar top. “Why are guys such assholes, Milly? Is it just me? Do I have some neon sign hanging up on my head that says ‘Treat me like shit?’”
Not wanting to put my actual two-cents into it, I give her a sympathetic smile. “I thought you were done talking to Felix? You should definitely be done talking to him. Like you said, he’s a loser drug dealer who can’t even find his way out of a paper bag. You were way too good for him.”
The ghost of a smile tugs at her lips. “You’re right. I was too good for him. Did I ever show you his ex-girlfriend’s profile? Straight from the meth lab, no lie.” She raises her glass after taking a quick sip. “Here’s to finding a guy, no a man, who knows how to treat us ladies!” We clink glasses and both lean back, surveying the rest of the bar, recognizing some faces in the crowd from school.
I keep up pace with Falon, not wanting to think about anything real for the rest of the night if I can help it. Feeling the fourth drink really starting to kick my ass, I tug at her sleeve. “I gotta pee, you coming?”
“Nah, I’m good for now. Plus, I think that hottie in the black tank top over there is checking me out,” she whispers loudly, nudging her chin in the direction of one of the tables where sure enough, a younger-looking guy nods his head at us.
“All right, all right, I’ll be back,” I pout, scooping up my purse and pushing past the swarm of bodies to find my way to the bathroom. “Oh, thank god,” I mumble, glad to see an open stall for once.
Washing up afterward, I turn to grab a paper towel and accidentally run right into Charity Holmes and her best friend, Kelsey, two of our school’s top cheerleaders.
Kelsey’s re-applying her lipstick while Charity looks me up and down. Recognition spreads across her face and she points to me. “You’re the triplet’s little sister, aren’t you?”
Gritting my teeth into a smile I nod. “Yep. Their step-sister,” I say for added emphasis. “We had Psych 101 together last year.”
She nods as if she could care less, but leans in conspiratorially anyway. “What’s it like living with them? The 3Ds, I mean.”
I want to cringe—I hate their shared nickname and the fact that Charity’s unknowingly making it that much harder for me to dismiss them at the moment. “It’s okay I guess,” I reply, throwing away the paper towel.
Kelsey caps her lipstick and nudges Charity, watching me through the mirror. “I can’t even imagine. I mean, those guys? So fucking hot! I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”
My face flushes a deep pink in the mirror. “Well, they’re just family to me.”
Charity squeals. “Just family!?” She tilts her head back, closing her eyes with a grin. “But how can you resist them when they’re walking around in nothing but their boxers? Those abs…those…” She wiggles her eyebrows and I blanche.
“And they have dimples! I love dimples,” Kelsey sighs.
My blood feels boiling hot—the last thing I want to do is get involved in this kind of conversation after what happened last night. “They’re my stepbrothers…I don’t think of them like that.” The lies taste bitter in my mouth.
“Sucks for you. No offense, of course,” Charity says, both girls shrugging and continuing to go on about the list of my stepbrother’s finer features, while I head back out of the bathroom, determined to down my next drink in a hurry. The less I remember of this night, hell, this week, the better.
The music turns to something more somber with less base, and I finally feel like I can breathe as the crowd thins out around the edges of the room. I cut between everyone, and skirt around the bar to the other side before I stop short.
Falon’s sitting in the same spot but she’s not alone. Dane, Drew, and Dylan are all standing around her, deep in conversation with her. Fuck me. My little bubble of privacy is popped. On one hand, I’m pissed that I have to deal with them tonight when all I wanted to do was get away. On the other hand, though, I can’t be mad at anyone but myself, after all, I was the one who agreed to come to Red Devil. Even though I wasn’t expecting to see them, it’s the campus bar so it’s not exactly an exclusive remote hangout or anything.
I could hide and wait them out, but something tells me they’ll wait as long as necessary. I can’t just skulk around in the bathroom, either.
Pushing past Dane, I pull on Falon’s arm, completely ignoring the three of them. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. We can find somewhere else to go.”
“What? Why…?” Falon questions me, but I raise my brows at her, hoping she gets the point.
Drew angles his way in even closer, somehow managing to put himself between the two of us, his hand firmly wrapped around my upper arm as he pulls me aside. Even though I try and fight to break free, nothing works.
“What the hell, Mills? What are you doing? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Ignoring our calls…staggering around here reeking of booze?”
I wrench my arm free finally, glaring at him. Who the hell does he think he is, my goddamn babysitter? “Why do you even care? This is my life and I can do whatever the fuck I want!” I seethe, lowering my voice so only he can hear me, I add, “Just because of what happened doesn’t mean you three get to decide where I go and what I do. I don’t fucking think so.”
It’s like a switch is turned on inside of Drew, and his eyes flash at me, his head tilting to the side. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? That’s not what I was trying to say at all—why the hell are you acting like this all of the sudden? What’s going on with you now, Milly? You’re giving me whiplash!”
Watching Dane and Dylan edging closer to us, I glance over at Falon who looks utterly confused at what’s going on. Everything builds up inside of me…what we did, how I felt, the lies they probably told me just to have me in the first place, and now they want to pretend to be my knights in shining armor? It all feels too real, too similar.
This is just like my dad all over again. Men like him, like them…sex is the only priority they have. They always seem to put their dicks before their women’s hearts, and then the women have to pick up the pieces left all alone afterward. My mom’s tear-stained face flashes in my mind and I clench my fists at my side. I won’t let it happen to me.
“Just leave me the fuck alone!” I shout, the thoughts blowing up in my head as I storm passed all of them not giving a damn that others are around me watching with interest. The neon red exit sign looms ahead over the front door to the bar, and I’m just about there when I look over my shoulder and see Drew, Dane, and Dy
lan all following me.
I pick up the pace, desperate to get out into the night air before someone else tries to make a grab at me and tell me how to live my life. Quickly, I shove open the door and walk around the corner back to where the parking lot is. A handful of people are standing around chatting, ignoring me as I stalk passed, but the guys aren’t far behind, and with their longer legs and my crappy shoes I just had to wear this morning, I don’t get very far before they’ve caught up with me.
“Milly! Where are you going to go? You don’t have a car and you’re drunk! Just let us take you home.” Dane shouts, one of the first time he’s ever raised his voice at me, but I could hardly care less at this point.
The ground feels wobbly under my feet, my vision just barely blurred around the edges. “I’m not a goddamn idiot! I know what that means—let us take you home! You guys are just looking for sex and I’m not going to do it again,” I slur, waving my hand in the air for emphasis.
Dane’s eyes go wide and he slowly looks over at the people standing around, Dylan and Drew doing the same. It hits me these aren’t just some random people. I see the logo on one guy’s shirt—they go to school with us.
I’ve just outed myself in front of a load of students, and by the way that they’re snickering, a couple of the girls’ mouths opened wide in shock, they definitely heard what I said.
I’m now the girl who fucked her three stepbrothers, and I’m never going to live it down.
14
I’ve never felt like crawling up under a rock more in my life than in this moment.
Shoved up against the door and as far away from Drew as I can get, I’m slowly dying on the inside. Getting away from the crowd was my priority so suddenly riding in the back of Richard’s car with my stepbrothers didn’t seem like such a hideous option.
I bring my hand up over my face, wishing I could sink into the seat itself. What the hell did I do? Letting my temper get to me like that, mouthing off and shouting in front of all those people from school. Being humiliated is one thing, but bringing humiliation on yourself is something else. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it’s clear that everything that’s happened between me and my stepbrothers has me acting out of character.
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