10 Commandments

by Angel, Dark

  "NO!" Clara shrieks, standing up so fast that she overturns her chair; it falls back with a dry sound and, for a moment, I almost think she’s going to climb over the table and try to choke me. I’d like to see her try.

  Her eyes are on the contract I just tore to pieces, and the rage in her face makes her look like some twisted version of her old self. Even if our marriage was one of interests, I have to wonder what was going through my head the day I put a ring on her finger.

  "I WON’T LET YOU!" she continues to shout, sounding more and more desperate with each word that comes out of her mouth. I came just in time to ruin the party, it seems. Good.

  "What the fuck is going on?" Colt says, getting up to his feet as well. He still looks at me with distrust. He has one hand on Karen’s shoulder, and I notice that she’s about to start crying. The last few hours haven’t been easy on her, and all because of Clara. It’s time I put a stop to this madness.

  "What’s going on is that Clara is trying to pull off one last stunt before disappearing for good," I say, and Karen’s eyes become wider with each word of mine. She’s looking from Clara to Colt, and then to me, an expression of pure confusion on her face.

  "You’re lying!" Clara cries out, her voice dripping with rage.

  "No, I’m not," I say as calmly as I can. "What happened is that Clara came to me two days ago. Out of the blue. And, I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but it had nothing to do with atonement or some bullshit like that… Do you wanna know what she wanted? Money. Your money, Karen. She promised me a clean divorce if I transferred all the money to her… And that’s why I went to Williams and made sure nobody could get to the money without my assent."

  "You’re lying! You are!" she repeats, clenching her teeth so tightly I think they might shatter. "Don’t believe, him, Karen, he’s just trying to--"

  Alright, she wants to play dirty, I can play dirty. I take something out of one of my pockets and place it flat on the table. Clara's eyes almost jump out of their sockets as she realizes what I’ve placed right in front of her. She grows pale, her skin a sickly white.

  "What’s that?" Colt asks me, reaching for the tape recorder I’ve just placed on top of the table.

  "See for yourself," I tell him, and he reaches for it and presses play. Clara's recorded voice echoes in the ample and empty restaurant, and she grows even paler.

  "I don’t care… D’ya think I came back because of them?" The recording starts, and I see a lone tear streaming down Karen’s face. Right now, I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as much as I do Clara. "It’s simple, Daniel. Your business is sinking fast… Give me the money and I’ll make a few calls to help you. Then I’ll be gone, and none of you will ever see me again."

  I press stop and just look Clara straight in the eyes. Her complexion has grown so white she looks like a ghost.

  "You…" she hisses, her hands balled into fists. "You fucking --"

  "Get the fuck out," Colt says, taking one step toward her. She seems to shrink as she looks into Colt’s eyes, a merciless angel in his lips. He just stands there, staring her down until she has no other option but to go. She grabs her purse clumsily and turns on her heels, walking out of the restaurant. The three of us look at her ago, the sound of her heels clicking across the floor the only voice in the room.

  Alright, now it’s time for something far more important than Clara. I go toward Karen and, going down on one knee in front of her, take hold of her hand.

  "I’m sorry," I tell her, the sorrow in her face enough to fill my heart with an angry sadness. No mother should ever make her daughter feel like this. "I really am."

  "No," she says, and a brave smile starts to form on her lips. "I’m the one who’s sorry… For doubting you."

  "Forget about that…" I say, looking her in the eyes. Fuck, I’ve missed those eyes.

  Surprising me, Karen lays the palm of her hand on my face and leans in, brushing her lips against mine.

  "She’s gone," she says, more to herself than to Colt and I. "She’s gone and I’m going to forget she ever existed. There’s only one thing that I want right now…" she trails off, looking at me and then over my shoulder at Colt. We exchange a curious glance and only then does she complete her sentence. "How about we all go back to the room?"

  Now there’s something I’ve been dying to hear.

  Karen

  When the whole world tells you ‘no’, that’s when you have to shout out a ‘yes’.

  What Daniel, Colt and I have… It’s wrong. It’s indecent. Or so society will say. People will look at us with judging eyes, and they will shake their heads. And you know what? We don’t care.

  After finding out the kind of person my mother really is… Well, I guess that shattered whatever respect I had for society’s norms. When your ‘true’ family becomes the wrong one, why is choosing the ones we love so wrong? Family is a choice, not genetics.

  "It’s over now," Daniel tells Colt and I, closing the hotel room door behind us. He turns to face us, and there’s an easy smile on his face. The kind of smile that says the worst is behind our backs.

  "It is," Colt agrees, placing one gentle hand on my shoulder. I look from one to the other, but I don’t say a thing. I just take Colt’s hand, and then I take Daniel’s. I guide them across the room and then sit on the edge of the bed, a sweet song of happiness in my heart.

  They sit next to me, Daniel on my right side and Colt on the left. After my mother left, and then after what happened between Zach and I, that I tried to shut out all emotion, but these two men broke through all my barriers like a hot knife through butter; I can’t help but feel like a happy (and horny) teenager all over again. I’m so crazy for them that I can’t even tell where love ends and where lust starts. And that’s the way things should be, don’t you think?

  "I guess we can all use some celebrating," Colt says with that grin of his, placing his hand on my knee and sliding it up my leg. When he meets the hemline of my dress, he locks eyes with me and starts lifting it up to my waist. Knowing what’s to come, I already feel an aching warmness between my thighs. I look toward Daniel and, placing two fingers under his chin, reel him in and press my mouth on his. He parts his lips, kissing me slowly as Colt massages my inner thighs with a gentle patience I didn’t know he was capable of.

  "A celebration sounds perfect," Daniel whisper as I rock my hips slightly, eager to feel Colt’s fingers on me; he doesn’t wait any longer, flattening the palm of his hand over my black lace thong and rubbing my pussy with his long fingers. I let desire fly up from my loins all the way up to my brain, frying all traces of decency inside of it, and I start kissing Daniel ardently, my tongue lashing out inside his mouth and wrestling with his.

  Letting go for just a few seconds, Colt pushes the folds of my dress up to my waist, bunching it up over my stomach, and grabs at my thong with both his hands. I lift my ass up from the bed as he pulls on the fabric, sliding it down my legs in a teasing way. God, sitting here half-naked with these two is almost more than I could've asked for, the big prize after a hard day.

  As Colt takes care of my thong, Daniel moves his hands to my back and unzips my dress, baring my skin there; I lift my arms up in the air, allowing him to push the dress out off me and he throws it on top of the bed. He unhooks my lace bra after that, pushing its straps down my shoulders and throwing it on top of the dress with one anxious movement. My hard nipples almost buzz with contentment, the air in the room caressing the naked tips of my breasts with care.

  I pull back from Daniel’s kiss and let a barely audible moan escape my lips as Colt brushes a fingertip over my wetness, my drenched folds burning up with desire. Free from my lips, Daniel then closes the distance between him and Colt and kisses him, and I just watch them do it, becoming wetter and wetter with every small movement of their lips. Completely burning up with lust, I tangle my fingers in Daniel’s hair and push his head down, his lips flying straight to my neck and nibbling at the tender and smooth skin there.
Him and Colt follow after me when I lie down on the bed, the soft mattress under my body, and I close my eyes as the two men I love delight themselves with my body.

  It took me a while to see that what I felt for them went beyond the physical. It is something far more powerful, something untamable, wild, and free. You might call it love, but what the three of us have goes far beyond that. Now I guess we can call ourselves a real family. Sure, most people will never be able to understand what we have, but what do I care? Can love even be a wrong thing?

  Colt stops that train of thought easily, pressing his thumb over my clit and slowly mounting up the pressure. I start swaying my hips as I run my small fingers through Daniel’s hair, jumbling it and pulling at stray brown locks. With both men lying down by my side, thinking rationally is an impossible mission.

  My heart is beating fast and incessantly and, even though I can’t know it for sure, I’m willing to bet that it’s beating in unison with their own hearts. We are in sync, the three of us. Oh, you have no idea how good sex can be when this happens. It’s pure transcendence. It has already happened once, and now I need it to happen again… and again.

  Blindly, I look for Daniel’s crotch; I place my hand on his leg and let it slide upward until I find the bulging between his legs. I trace its contour with my index finger and then press my hand down on it. In my small hands, his cock seems impossibly big. Well, maybe that’s because it really is that big. These two are simply a force of nature, their cocks like massive tree trunks.

  With hurried movements, I grab at his belt, unclasping it and pushing it off of his waist. Still using only one hand, I unzip his pants and then curl my fingers around his cock, over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grab it hard, stroking him so fast I can’t help but picture him pounding him with the same ferocity. Just thinking of that makes me even wetter, and I truly have no idea how’s that even possible.

  My fingers become even tighter around Daniel’s cock the moment Colt slides one finger inside of me. He hooks it in me fast, his fingertip brushing all the way up my inner walls until it meets that hidden burning spot inside of me. He rubs it there, my breathing growing more and more ragged as he does it.

  Almost growling, I tug on Daniel’s boxers. I open my eyes just in time to see his thick rod jumping up, its tip already glistening with pre-cum. I lay one finger at his cock’s root, and then run it all the way up his shaft before I grab it once more. God, I need to have him in my mouth.

  As if he could read my mind, Daniel kneels on the bed, close to my head, and I just lean in toward him, my parted lips vying for his pulsing cock. I wrap my mouth around it, sucking harder than I intended as Colt suddenly slides one more finger inside of me. I start rocking my hips against his hand as he keeps fingering me, flicking his wrist at me and making his fingers fly in and out of my aching pussy.

  Daniel places one hand on top of my head and, as he squeezes hard on my heaving breasts, he pushes me all the way down his glorious length. I let myself go, his cock fitting over my tongue as I swallow him; I go deep, and I mean really deep… So deep my lips are brushing against the root of his cock. It’s hard to believe that I can fit all of him inside my mouth, but that’s what feverish lust does to you; it simply crushes all the limitations you have imposed on yourself.

  I start bobbing my head up and down, matching the rhythm of Colt’s fingers inside of me. I just have to stop for a moment, gritting my teeth as Colt’s incessant pace makes my inner walls become tighter around his fingers, squeezing hard on the two of them. Realizing the way my pussy is succumbing to his touch, he pushes his fingers even deeper, only stopping when they find my G-spot.

  God, it feels like a bullet hit my brain.

  I scream harshly, my throat already feeling raw by the sudden violence in my voice. I’m grabbing Daniel’s cock with a harshness I can’t avoid, my whole body trembling as the first orgasm of the evening courses through my veins. And the best part of it isn’t even the pleasure that’s smacking my brain around—no, the best of it is that I know we’re just getting started.

  Still with Colt’s finger in me, I lean into Daniel and wrap my lips around him once more. Grinning, I go to my knees, sucking Daniel’s cock as I turn my ass back to Colt. He runs one hand over my round cheeks, grabbing at them harshly as he keeps sliding his fingers in and out of me, my wet juices coating his hand.

  Then, unexpectedly, he takes his fingers out of me.

  I hear him move on the bed, the mattress shifting as he moves, and then I feel the tip of his tongue running across the crevice between my thighs. He places both hands on my ass cheeks and leans into me, placing his mouth right above my pussy and licking it from behind. Unable to control myself, I thrust my ass back at him, feeling his mouth pressing against my pussy. In a fraction of a second, he starts sucking almost as if he’s possessed, the sound he makes when the edge of my folds slide inside his lips almost enough to make me come all over again.

  "Fuck, I need more," Daniel groans, popping his cock out of my mouth, but just for the time necessary to stand up on the bed. Towering over me, he grabs his member and guides it inside me once more, this time slowly thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth as if he was doing it to my pussy.

  As Daniel handles my mouth, Colt keeps on sucking me; he places one arm around my waist and two fingers over my clit. He then starts rubbing it with furious and deliberate circles, his tongue lapping at me with the same intensity. I’m moaning hard, and I’m doing it with Daniel’s cock inside of me, the sound of these moans nestled in my throat and vibrating through his thickness.

  I feel that old familiar voltage creeping in, seeping through my muscles and inundating my mind with pleasure. This time, I fight against the urge to scream and simply suck harder on Daniel as I explode, my fingers tugging harshly at the sheets.

  I’m burning up, my whole body buzzing with delight as I come for the second time in a row. Before Daniel and Colt, if Zach made me come twice during sex… That would be a small miracle—he never made me cum, but now, that’s just the warm-up. To guys like these two, pushing a woman’s body and mind to the limit is just part of who they are, and of what they do… They don’t know, recognize, or accept any limits. To them, that’s just a word made up by lesser men.

  Did you imagine that all this would happen? When I came home on vacation, I never thought I’d end up fucking my stepbrother, let alone my stepfather… And now here I am, completely naked as their hard cocks scream for my body.

  Heaven is real after all.

  I take Daniel’s cock out of my mouth and turn to Colt, moving as fast as a wild cat, and unbuckle his pants in the blink of an eye. I unzip his fly, tugging on the fabric with both my hands, and push them down hard, sending them flying down his legs with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, but I don’t even waste any time by grabbing it; no, I want it inside of me, and I want it right fucking now.

  On all fours again, I turn back to Daniel and start to devour his pulsing cock once again, wiggling my ass back at Colt as an invitation. He positions himself behind me and, grabbing my ass cheeks hard, rests the fat head of his cock against my inner lips. There’s no teasing or fooling around now; he simply thrusts, piercing me all the way in such a way that a blinding light flashes in my field of vision.

  His thrusts are absolute perfection, his cock sliding in and out of me like a rock hard pendulum. I take Daniel’s cock out of my mouth and start stroking it hard, my fingers wrapped around his thick meat as if I was holding a soda can. For a moment, I consider stroking him to the point of no return, already imagining how it would feel to have him come all over my face as Colt fucks me into oblivion. But no, there’s time for that. Why rush?

  Colt hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me back; there’s no way I’d be able to resist his pull—not that I would ever want to—so I let myself go back into him. He sits on the mattress, his cock sheathed in me all the way up to the hilt as I straddle him in reverse, my back to him. I start swaying my hips, roc
king my body against his as my pussy burns with uncontrollable desire.

  Breathing hard, Daniel climbs down from the bed and takes two steps to the side, his hulking shadow falling over Colt and I. I grin at him, taking his cock into my hands as I keep bouncing on top of Colt’s pulsing member. I guide him toward my mouth, allowing him to keep fucking it as he was before; I close my eyes, savoring how it feels to have their cocks on both ends, and start rubbing my own breasts as my body jumps up and down in flowing motions.

  I already feel sweat dripping down my back, my hair plastered on my forehead, but I keep going. As my muscles tense up, I have to throw myself backwards, my back pressing against Colt’s chest; Daniel’s cock pops out of my mouth as I do it, but I just can’t help it.

  I start spasming, Colt pinching my right nipple as he thrusts upwards and holds his cock deep inside, his ass raised up.

  "So good… So good…" I breathe out sharply, and then it just happens: I come, my pussy twitching and tightening around Colt’s ravaging cock as I scream out in ecstasy.

  More, I need more! Those are the only words echoing inside of my mind, a desperate prayer for pleasure to keep on coming. Lucky for me, Daniel and Colt are exactly the kind of men I need right now.

  I stand up, still breathing hard, and take one step forward and into Daniel. I hear Colt getting up as well and he presses his chest against my back, pinning me down between him and Daniel. I lick Daniel’s lips with the tip of my tongue, teasingly running it along the crevice of his mouth as I jut my ass back and grind it against Colt’s cock.

  "You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you," Daniel whispers against my ear, sliding one hand down my back and resting it below my right ass cheek. He makes me lift my leg up, angling it so that my pussy is wide open. Grabbing his own cock, he rubs it against my wetness, up and down, up and down, and then presses its tip right on my opening. Pulling on my ass, he forces me forward and I gasp as Daniel’s cock slides inside of me, filling me up perfectly.