It was not in one of those rooms, though, that Steve invited Elsa and Caleb. Rather, he asked them to join him in the smaller of the two indoor pools which was styled like an Egyptian bath, a tub filled with warm water large enough for ten people in the middle of the room.
They bathed naked, of course, drinking and munching on appetizing treats as they did. They talked about a lot of things, as well, though Elsa noticed the two were careful not to mention the recent race. They even decided to play a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.
“Never have I ever…tried to make out in a public place,” Caleb said during his turn.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Steve took a sip from his glass of Scotch.
“I’m not,” Caleb said.
“The back of a car counts as a public place,” Steve reminded.
“I’ve never made out with anyone at the back of a car,” Caleb told him.
Steve frowned. “Yeah, right.”
“Where did you make out, Steve?” Elsa asked curiously.
“In a changing room.”
“Was it with a man or a woman?” Elsa asked again.
“A girl,” he answered. “Hey, are we playing a game or am I being grilled here?”
Elsa chuckled. “Sorry. My turn.”
She paused to think. “Never have I ever…had anal sex.”
Of course, the two men drank from their glasses.
“No fair,” Caleb complained after drinking from his.
“I agree with you, man,” Steve said. “Actually, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but your glass is still half full while we’ve already had to refill our glasses a few times.”
Elsa shrugged. “It’s not my fault I was a virgin until I met you guys. Or that the two of you have done a lot of horny stuff.”
Steve laughed.
“Well, maybe it’s time we let you experience a few more things.” Caleb moved closer to her, taking her glass away. “Like you said, we’ve tried a lot.”
Before Elsa could answer, Caleb kissed her fiercely, one hand holding her head in place and the other grabbing one of her breasts. Steve approached her, as well, standing behind her and hugging her against him as he started stroking between her legs, her body quivering in response.
Then Steve sat on the edge of the pool and Caleb lifted her, placing her down on his lap. Steve kissed her then as he squeezed both of her breasts, his large, callous palms warming them against the cool air. Beneath her, Caleb spread her legs and started licking the bud of flesh hidden in her curls, his naughty tongue making her tremble some more.
It took only a few minutes before she came, Steve setting her mouth free so that she could let out a loud moan as she did, then catch her breath. Caleb lifted his head but still stood between her legs and as Steve started stroking her inflamed clit, he continued licking, lower this time.
For a moment, that skillful tongue dipped inside her, making her wetter, then to her surprise, it moved even lower, crossing a small patch of skin to her other opening.
As his tongue circled that puckered ring, Elsa let out a gasp. A part of her wanted to protest, too, ashamed to have someone licking her there and afraid of the unfamiliar sensation. Still, she kept silent. At least, she tried to, moans spilling out from between her lips as Caleb’s tongue licked and teased, its tip prodding her.
It felt strange and yet, sinfully exquisite, as well, pleasure buzzing in her veins. That pleasure was momentarily eclipsed when the tongue was replaced by a finger, stretching her, but then, it took over her again as it rubbed against spots inside her. Plus Steve was still stroking her, distracting her from the discomfort.
Then the fingers disappeared and Steve lifted her, swinging his legs up so that he was lying beneath her. She straddled him then took his cock slowly inside her, letting out small breaths as she did. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she paused then started rocking her hips, her breasts bouncing while her hair swayed to and fro.
Elsa leaned back to take Steve’s cock in deeper then bent forward to move her hips more quickly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small room.
Steve gripped her hips to hold her still, lifting his head to suck on her breasts and the next thing she knew, Caleb was behind her, his cock nudging her other hole. She tensed, feeling fear, but Steve ran his hands along her back to help her relax, his tongue playing with her nipples to distract her.
Slowly, Caleb entered her, taking what virginity she had left. Elsa whimpered at first, then started moaning as Caleb’s cock started stroking the tight passage. Steve started moving his hips, as well, and she clung to him, her body shaking as it was overwhelmed by the feeling of having two cocks inside her.
She felt as if she would break, as if she would go mad. Instead, she simply cried out as she had another orgasm. Seconds later, Steve and Caleb came as well, almost at the same time, pouring so much cum into her so that she felt it trickling down her thighs.
Afterwards, they both pulled out, Steve setting her down at the side of the pool so that she could rest, warm herself and get washed all at once. After that sizzling, rough sex, the water was soothing, especially to her sore, lower half and as Elsa felt her exhaustion being washed away, she felt sleepy, her eyes almost closing.
Almost.
When she saw Steve and Caleb grinding their hard cocks against each other, Elsa’s eyes flew wide open and as Steve started sucking on Caleb’s cock, she found herself mesmerized again, excitement buzzing inside her anew.
She found Caleb’s expression especially arousing, particularly when Steve lifted his thighs and started licking his entrance. It was hard to believe that such a well-built man was trembling, at the mercy of Steve’s tongue. Yet, he was. He was gasping, too, his face red and his eyes half-lidded.
Elsa could hardly tear her gaze away from Caleb’s face but she did to look at Steve’s cock as it disappeared inside Caleb. Now, both men were clearly in a haze of pleasure and just watching them made Elsa ache, as well. She was about to touch herself, in fact, when she realized that it was silly to use her own hand when she had two men in front of her.
Boldly, she got out of the water and went on top of Caleb, kissing him as she stroked his cock in time with Steve’s thrusts. Then she turned around so that Caleb’s cock was right in front of her face and Caleb’s head was between her legs.
For a moment, she stilled, fascinated by the sight of Steve’s cock moving in and out of Caleb’s entrance up close but when she felt Caleb’s tongue teasing her once more, she remembered what she wanted to do and started sucking his cock.
For the next few minutes, they remained in that position, the sound of slapping, slurping and licking filling the room, all three of them working to bring each other to the heights of pleasure. Caleb reached it first, his nails digging into Elsa’s hips as his cum spurted out into her mouth. He stopped licking Elsa then, gasping and trembling, but when he recovered, he used both his mouth and his fingers on her and Elsa came, Steve’s mouth swallowing her cry as she did. She clung to him, kissing him until he, too, trembled and then tensed and when the kiss broke, Elsa looked down just in time to see Steve pulling out of Caleb, a thin, white rope connecting them both fleetingly.
They all went back into the pool then, Elsa letting the water reach up to her neck so that she felt soothed once more. She would have felt completely content, too, except she suddenly remembered Eric and before she knew it, tears were trickling down her cheeks. She washed them away but not before Caleb noticed.
“Are you alright?” he asked her.
Elsa nodded. “I just…wish Eric didn’t hate me.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” Caleb said to her. “He’s just pissed off right now.”
“Why can’t he understand that he was wrong?”
“Well, men don’t like to admit their mistakes,” Steve said. “That doesn’t mean they don’t realize them.”
“Don’t worry.” Caleb squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll come around. You’re h
is sister, after all. That won’t change no matter what Eric says.”
Elsa nodded. Still, she couldn’t help but worry. What if she and Eric became distant for the rest of their lives?
Chapter 8
A few days later, Eric came to Elsa’s apartment with a box of her favorite chocolates. Just seeing him, Elsa immediately felt thrilled but she decided to wait until she had heard what he had to say before she jumped for joy.
“I came to apologize,” Eric said to her once they were seated in the living room. “I should never have said the things I did.”
Elsa shook her head.
“And I should never have tried to use you,” he went on. “No brother should try to use his sister the way I did. My plan was already wrong and the fact that I asked you to carry it out made it even more wrong.” He ran his hand through his hair. “What was I thinking?”
She moved closer to him and rubbed his arm, touched by his remorse. “You were thinking of me, remember?”
He looked at her. “Everything I did for you, I did so willingly. You should never feel obliged to repay me.” He held her hand. “From now on, don’t you ever let me or anyone force you to do something you don’t want to.”
“Well, it’s not like I didn’t want to do what you asked,” she said. “And I…enjoyed it so there’s really no harm done.”
“I’m not sure I wanted to hear that,” he said, blushing. “But as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“I am happy,” Elsa told him. “Steve and Caleb, they’re both not like the other men I’ve gone out with before. They’re neither losers nor jerks. Although they’re rich and famous, they’re down to earth. They’re…”
Eric covered his ears. “Sorry. I don’t think I can hear anymore.”
“Oh, right.” Of course, he wouldn’t want to. The fact that he was apologizing to her didn’t mean, after all, that he already got along with them. How could she be so insensitive? “Sorry.”
“I get it, though. I know they’re good guys and that they really care about you.”
“You do?”
“They came to talk to me, actually.” Eric scratched the back of his head. “They were willing to slow down for me if it meant I’d apologize to you and make things up to you.”
“Wow.” Elsa’s eyes grew wide. “They did that?”
“I refused their offer, though. Like you said, winning unfairly is just the same as losing.”
Elsa nodded. “But what about your career?”
“I talked to my boss,” he said. “He said he can see I’m doing my best so as long as I keep landing in the top three, it’s fine.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“See how stupid I was?”
Elsa shook her head. “If not for your plot, I would never have met Steve and Caleb and they’re both great.”
“If they ever hurt you, they’ll answer to me, though.”
She gave him a salute. “Yes, sir.”
He gave her cheek a playful pinch. “You’re my dearest little sister, after all.”
This time, she didn’t argue with him, just smiling. She was only too happy that she and her brother were alright again because frankly, she wasn’t sure she could live without him.
He wasn’t the only man in her life now, though. She had Caleb and Steve and she had a feeling that with them, life would never again be boring.
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Chapter One
“I'm telling you, Danisha, it'll be really good for you!” Marisol was trying to convince me to go on vacation somewhere, to get away from my work. I still wasn't feeling it. Spring break was fun when we were undergrads, but I had too much to do nowadays, especially with the big secret I'd been keeping. That was all on top of my actual schoolwork, which despite the fact that I was about to graduate from MIT, still seemed less important than my side projects.
“I'll go on a big long vacation soon, Marisol. This summer. After I finish the EyeRead.”
She made a derisive noise and rolled her strikingly blue eyes. “Not if you have a nervous breakdown first! Plus, once you're back, you'll be refreshed and full of energy so you can catch back up with the classes you've been slacking off in.”
“Explain to me again how going away and not doing any work is going to help me catch up?”
“Stress! It all comes down to stress. You're winding yourself too tight.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I really wasn't buying it. I thought about rolling my eyes back at her-- mine are brown and don't stand out as much against my dark complexion, but the effect was about the same.
But she was giving me that hangdog look. The one she always used after “accidentally” stealing a prospective boyfriend of mine, or to getting me to help her with a test. I softened a little. I couldn't help it.
“Alright, alright. I'll think about it.”
She brightened immediately. “Yay! Better think fast, though. It's already the 15th.”
“Remind me when spring break is?” I asked.
“It starts this weekend,” she replied in a sing-song tone. I was taken aback. I must have gotten more wrapped up in my project than I realized, if time had gone by so fast. I was about to make a huge breakthrough, though, so who could blame me for focusing more on that than anything else?
Marisol, that's who. Maybe it was a good that she cared more about my health than about revolutionary new smart-phone technology, but right now, it just felt like she was a distraction from what really mattered. I humored her for the moment, at least.
“Sheesh! Any ideas what I should do if I do take the time off? I can't really make any plans in three days. Not even if I wasn't the busiest I’ve ever been.”
“I'm glad you ask, because--”
My phone alarm went off. I was supposed to be on my way to class.
“Fuck me,” I swore, “I've gotta go. Tell me later, 'kay?” I didn't wait for her to answer, just shoved my phone into my bag and jetted off toward Professor Trout's classroom.
This was the only class I set an alarm for these days. It was the only one I cared about missing. One or two days off from Advanced Bioelectronics Interfacing wouldn't kill me--I was already ahead of the coursework anyway, if you counted EyeRead--but Professor Trout's class had something other classes don't: Raphe Samuels. If Marisol was right and I did need to lower my stress, then seeing him was exactly what I needed. He was tall and handsome and... nice. Sometimes, I wished he were a bit less nice and bit more forward, but other times he was exactly what I needed. Right now was one of those times.
I arrived in the class just before the clock struck noon, which was the closest I'd come to being late all term. To this class, anyway.
Raphe was at his usual place, but the seat I normally took was occupied. I sat a couple seats over. All through the class, when I finished whatever notes I felt like I needed to take, I tried to get Raphe's attention. He either didn't notice me or he was ignoring me on purpose. I spent the last fifteen minutes frantically catching up to where we were supposed to be in the text for this class. The second Professor Trout dismissed us, I was up and out the door, waiting to catch Raphe in the hallway.
“Raphe, what's ah, what's going on?” I stumbled over my words. He looked at me sort of absently.
“Oh, Danisha. Nothing much, I guess. I've been really busy lately.”
“I heard that!” I agreed enthusiastically. I wondered what was keeping him so busy; maybe, unlike me, he hadn't been coasting in all his other classes.
“Well, uh, you doing anything over spring break? Maybe we can take some time and just de-stress a little?”
That was the closest he'd ever come to asking me out. I would have been ov
erjoyed normally, but all his words did right now was remind me how I left Marisol in a lurch. “I... would love that,” I said carefully, “but I might have other plans.”
“Oh.” He was disappointed, but if I was reading him right, not crushed. “Might?”
“Yeah… um… I think Marisol has some grand scheme or something. I didn't get the details.”
“Well, maybe I can come along?” Wait. He wanted to come even if Marisol was there? Was his request even romantic or did he genuinely just want to hang out? Was I reading too much into it?
I tried to calm myself down. Maybe things would become clear later. Maybe the stress really was getting to me. We stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn.
“I'll-- yeah, I'll go ask her right now.” I was pretty sure she would be in our room.
“See you later?” I said, tilting my head.
“Sure!” He smiled and then wandered off to wherever he was going.
I headed to our room. Sure enough, Marisol was there working on her computer-- either that, or the exact opposite. Either way, she was willing to stop whatever it was to talk to me. As soon as I walked in, she closed the screen down and swiveled in her chair to face me .
“So, how was class?” she asked knowingly. I'd talked to her about Raphe before. She knew why that class was the most important to me.
“It was... fine. Raphe asked me after if I had any plans for spring break, and I didn't have an answer.” I sat down on the side of my bed and set my bag next to me.
“Do I have plans?” I looked pointedly at her.
“Maybe. Depends if you want THIS!” She pulled what looked like a plane ticket out of her desk drawer.
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