by J. L. Beck
"Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"
"I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."
"Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."
"You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."
"The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.
"You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."
"Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."
"Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."
"I know, isn't it?"
His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.
The door to the room opened.
"Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"
It was Jack.
"I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."
"You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.
"Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."
They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.
Not that I would want to.
"Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.
"What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.
"Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."
I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.
Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.
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Their Spoiled Stepsister
A MFM Romance
Chapter One
Meg
There was nothing more annoying than your own mother assuming you couldn’t care for yourself. “I don’t really need a babysitter, Mom.” I spoke into my iPhone, well balancing my books in one hand as I walked out to my car. I was in the process of packing my stuff and moving out of the dorms for the summer. My plans were to move home, and enjoy the next three months blogging about books, and reading.
“I’m not saying you do sweetie. I just don’t want you staying at the house alone for a month….” There was a long pause. “Which is why Richard and I have arranged for you to stay with your stepbrothers. You’ll be safer there, and plus it’ll give me the peace of mind to actually enjoy my vacation without having to worry about what’s going on with you here at home.” I unlocked my car, and through my backpack and books into the passenger seat.
“You want me to stay with Evan and Elijah?” My mouth went dry just thinking about it. My stepbrothers weren’t like everyone else’s. They were billionaire twins who looked as if they walked off the cover of GQ. Not only would my presence cramp their style completely but I doubted they would be okay with it.
“Yes I do. Richard has already spoken, to them and they’re perfectly fine with having you there. They’ve designated a room for you to use, and promised to keep the girls to a minimum while you’re there.” I rolled my eyes at the last part.
If she believed that then she would believe just about anything. “I doubt that, but if it’s going to make you happier than I’ll stay with them.” I sighed. I didn’t want to stay with them but my options were pretty slim.
“Great. I’ll let Richard know. You can come by the house and get whatever you want or need to stay over there. I’ll see you in one month sweetie.” My mouth spoke into the phone before, saying her goodbyes and hanging up.
I sagged against the side of my Jeep, wondering how the hell I was going to make it through the next month with a pair of drool worthy billionaire twin stepbrothers on my ass.
It had been two years since I had last seen them, outside of the normal holidays. They never noticed me, but I always, noticed them. Which made it seem odd that they were okay with me staying.
“Why the long face?” Kara my best friend questioned, walking up to me. I shook my head trying to get the sour look off my face.
“Oh, nothing….” I sighed. “My mother is refusing to let me stay at the house by myself for the next month while her and Richard drift off to the Bahamas. Instead I have to stay with my stepbrothers Evan and Elijah.”
Kara’s eyes widened, “Bitch please, you have no reason to complain. Have you seen those fuckers? All that ripped muscle, and those smiles… Fuck me…” The drool was all but pooling in her mouth.
“Shut up.” I slugged her in the arm. It was hard enough to see them as my stepbrothers and not some celebrities that I could lust after.
“No you!” Kara shouted. “You’re being a little whine ass, standing out here pouting about having to sleep in the same house as the Princeton Twins.” I rolled my eyes at her comment.
Great, she has nicknames for them again.
“I will stop whining if you stop coming up with nicknames for them. They’re my brothers, not frat boys that you can fuck….” Kara smirked.
“Stepbrothers. Get it straight. They’re not your brothers by blood, which means it’s perfectly fine to fuck them and move on with your life.” She made it a point to prove that she was right and I was wrong every time Evan and Elijah got brought up, which thankfully wasn’t very often.
“Whatever. I’m not fucking them, and I don’t want to stay with them anymore than I want to put a fork through my eye.” I pushed off the Jeep, and opened the driver’s side door.
Kara smiled, her white teeth reflecting back at me, “Liar. Liar. You’re such a bad liar it’s not even funny….” She teased.
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. She knew my secret. The one from two years ago when I first met the Princeton Twins. There was no hiding the truth from Kara.
“Get in or you’re walking…” I shouted over my shoulder sliding into the drivers seat, and buckling myself in. No matter how much I told myself I didn’t have a tiny crush on them, the feelings I had still lingered and Kara knew just as much as I did, that deep down inside, living with them for the next month was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done.
“So, who are you going to let take your v-card first?” My mouth popped open, and my jaw all but hit the floor as I turned in my seat to face my supposed best friend. I looked at her like she was crazy, more than crazy, absolutely fucking psychotic.
“What? It’s the truth. You won’t last a month in that house with those two hunks lusting after you. I give it a week…” She tapped her chin as if she was pondering my future.
“Kara. I’m going to need you to shut up.” I gripped the steering wheel as I put the car in reverse. Catching the grin that pulled at her lips out of the corner of my eye. I was now a ball of nerves.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine Meg. Your secret is safe with me…” She giggled, and it took everything in me not to slug her from across the car.
***
After dropping Kara off at her parents I headed in the direction of my own home, hoping I could catch my Mom and Richard before they left. My heart fell into my stomach when instead I noticed a silver BMW in the driveway where my own mother’s car should be.
“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, pulling my Jeep into the spot next to the sleek BMW. I wasn’t sure what cars the twins were driving nowadays but this one was just the kind they would like.
I put the car in park, and pulled the keys from the ignition, before slipping out the door very slowly. My hear
t was pounding against my ribs as I walked up stone steps and to the front door.
“Hello there, Princess….” The air left my lungs as the door opened, revealing Evan or maybe it was Elijah. I wasn’t sure.
“Don’t call me that.” I blurted out with more effort than I expected. Evan, I presumed, narrowed his chocolate colored eyes at me.
“And why not?” He oozed cockiness that normally I found to be a complete turn off, except for right at this moment.
I licked my lips, “Because I said not too…” I shrugged. The confidence I had right at that moment evaporated as Elijah came around the corner, rolling up one of the sleeves on his white button down.
“Holy fuck!” I heard the words before he could stop them, his eyes roaming up and down my body before coming back up to my face.
“Excuse me?” I lifted an eyebrow knowing all to well that I had just been checked out.
Elijah’s eyes clashed with mine, before a smile formed on his lips. “I’m just surprised how much you’ve grown little Sis…” He sounded happier than he should which made my anxiety climb.
“Well, a couple of years will do that to you…” I brushed past Evan and into the kitchen, hoping they wouldn’t follow me.
“I agree… Don’t you Elijah?” Evan cleared his throat behind me as I walked up to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water out of it. When I turned around I felt their eyes on me. There was this possessiveness that had formed in both of their stares.
The air in the room seemed to grow hot as we stood in silence. My mouth went dry, and I directed my eyes to the floor and away from their perfectly toned bodies. It should be against the law to look as gorgeous as they did.
“Get upstairs and get your shit, Princess.” Elijah ordered. I swallowed around the lump in my throat, and lifted my eyes to his. There was an unsaid warning that lingered in his gaze and strangely I desired to disobey him just to see what him and his brother would do to me.
Instead I mumbled a, whatever, under my breath and hauled ass up the stairs and into my bedroom feeling the heat of their eyes against my skin even after I was out of sight.
“Shit!” I whispered to myself, grabbing a bag from the closet to put all my shit in. Kara was so right. There was no denying the attraction I had for them and this whole month of living with them was only going to make that attraction more fucking noticeable.
“Hurry it up, Princess. That is, unless you want us to come up there and help you pack your stuff…” I could hear the amusement in Elijah’s deep voice. I was positive that by the end of the month I would be asking myself just which brother it was that was going to claim my virginity.
Chapter Two
Elijah
Agreeing to have Meg live with us for an entire month was the worst fucking idea that we had ever conjured up. When we agreed to letting her stay, we were under the assumption she was still the same brace faced kid we had seen nearly two years ago. Not the hot as fucking hell twenty something that was begging to be fucked.
I couldn’t stop looking at her legs, and thinking about the way she would scream my name as I pumped in and out of her.
“I know E, she’s hot as fuck. Way hotter than I expected….” Evan rolled his shoulders. He was tense just from her presence, as was I. Unfortunately we would remain this way for the next month while our parents were off gallivanting the ocean.
“Fucking-A…” I cursed, running a hand through my hair. I needed a fucking haircut. I also needed to get laid.
“This is going to be a problem for both of us….” Evan stated the obvious. We were currently upstairs in the loft of the apartment complex that we owned in the area we designated as our work from home space.
“She’s caught me off guard is all. I didn’t expect her to be so… not little sister like.” All I could picture were her long shapely legs and long chestnut brown hair paired with those green eyes that promised to disobey my every word.
“Then we will do whatever we can to avoid her…” Evan clasped his hands together as if he had solved all of our problems. It hit me then, that what if we did the total opposite of avoiding her. What if we did whatever the hell we could to get her to want us?
“Wait… I think I’ve got an idea.” I slapped my hand onto the hard wooden desk, startling Evan, who was sitting on it.
“Dude what the fuck?” He questioned.
“Are you still into sharing women? Like we did back in our college days?” I wiggled my eyebrows. Those were the fucking days. When we could screw all, the woman we wanted and drink all the booze the world had to offer.
Evan shrugged, “It wouldn’t bother me. I mean if you’re talking about sharing Meg. I’m sure it could be arranged.” He smirked at me just like I was smirking at him.
I licked my lips, the thought of sweet little Meg on her knees before my brother and I would be my undoing. I could feel my cock jumping to life in my slacks.
“We just need to find a way to get her between the sheets of our bed. We’ve already got her under our roof….”
“I’m almost positive she still has her virginity so maybe we could encourage her to let go of it. A once in a life time thing with two of L.A.’s hottest bachelors?” I rubbed at the stubble along my jaw.
“Mmmm… You think she still has her cherry? I mean how could someone as gorgeous as her still be a virgin in there third year of college?”
Evan glared at me, “I’ll put money down on it. She’s still got her virginity and something tells me she’s holding onto it for dear life.” The desire to know was eating away at my insides.
“Let’s find out…” I trailed off, pushing from the desk and heading in the direction of the huge wooden doors that lead out of the office. I was never one to beat around the bush and when it came to Meg there was something inside of me that wanted to get to know her better.
I descended the stairs faster than I ever had before, stopping only once I was standing in front of her.
“Can I help you?” She looked up at me over the top of the paperback book that she had been engrossed in.
I narrowed my eyes, which in turn caused her to narrow her green ones. I wanted to spank her ass, and make her beg for my forgiveness for talking back to me like she just did.
“Evan and I have this running bet, Princess.” Evan popped in right at that second, his ass landing on the back of the leather sofa right next to Meg.
“And what’s that? Whose dick is bigger?” She tried to sound annoyed but even I could see the curiosity that lingered in those soft green eyes of hers. The need to touch her was overwhelming me, so I did something that was complete out of line. I leaned into her body, and gripped her by the chin, forcing her beautiful face to remain on mine. My grip was gentle, even through the flurry of emotions that I saw form on her features.
“No, Princess. Though, I’m sure you would like to know which of us has the bigger cock.” Her eyes grew wide with apprehension and it took everything in me not to laugh at her innocence. Maybe Evan was right after all?
“Oh, don’t be so coy Meg. We would never hurt you. In fact we want to do the total opposite to you.” Evan’s words seemed to wash over her in a way mine hadn’t; because the book that was in her hand moments ago fell into her lap.
“You can’t be serious can you?” Meg scoffed. Oh, this was going to be fucking great. I released my grip on her chin, and trailed my finger down her throat. Her heart was beating frantically, with excitement or fear I didn’t know.
“Serious as a heart attack Princess, and we have a question for you.” I lifted my finger from her soft supple skin and bopped her on the nose.
“Why don’t you guys just go find someone to screw? I’ve got books to read and shit to do.”
Evan smirked, “Why would we do that when the person we want to get to know most is sitting right in front of us?” Her eyes shifted from me and then to Evan and back again.
“What do you want to know? I just assumed that you guys didn’t want me here.” She cross
ed her arms over her chest, pressing her already large tits up higher.
That’s right, just a little more, Princess. I want to see those hard pink nipples of yours.
“We have a going bet… You see Evan thinks you’re still a virgin, well I think there is no possible way….” A bewildered expression formed on Meg’s face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Why the hell do you two need to know about my sex life?” She tried to sound angry, even though excitement zinged in her eyes.
“Well, if you are a virgin, we can help you…” Evan started.
“In ways others can’t…” I finished. Her mouth popped open and then closed again, her perfectly pink pouty lips forming into a perfect “O” as soon as she realized what we were getting at.
“You… No…” She shook her head.
“Yes, Princess. Evan and I have needs, and since we can’t be seen with a girl here for the next month and you’re more than perfect for the two of us, it’s obvious that you still have that cherry between your legs to get rid of. I don’t see why we can’t all do each other a favor.” I wanted her to say yes, so right then and there I could drop to my knees, rip off those fucking tight ass yoga pants, and devour her pussy like a real man should.
Instead she laughed, and laughed, and I was pretty sure she thought it was a joke by the time she stopped laughing.
“You guys are fucking hilarious.” She wiped away the tears that had slipped from her eyes in her fit of laughter realizing then that we were actually fucking serious.
“We aren’t joking. We really want you. You have needs, and so do we. Let’s help each other out.” She blinked, and then it hit her. That this wasn’t a joke.
“You… you both want to fuck me? At the same time?” She sounded shocked. Though Evan and I had done some crazy shit in our time, double penetration wasn’t one of them.
“Well, not at the same time, but in the same room, with the other watching, yeah.” I wanted to beg her to say yes, but understood why she was so hesitant. I mean we were her fucking stepbrothers.