Jason let go, and I began to ride Jamie’s cock, tentatively at first. The heat rose in my body, and I moved my fingers faster and faster, growing wet again for the two beautiful men I’d always craved.
“It’s my turn now,” said Jason, standing before me and stroking himself. He moved his palm methodically over his cock, cupping the head and groaning again. He stepped toward me and pushed the head of his cock inside me, sliding deep inside with just one thrust. Jamie had opened me, and now Jason could use my pussy as he pleased.
“Fuck, he’s right. You’re so fucking tight, Annie. God,” Jason sighed, shuddering and propping himself up, fucking me in a slow, steady rhythm. Jamie gripped me tight, moaning as he lifted me ever so slightly. He raised himself to fuck my ass from below, thrusting in and out just as Jason filled my pussy time and time again. I sighed, letting the twins control me fully and use me for their pleasure. There was something significant in the bond we shared, and I felt it coursing through me, building as I took both of them at once. Jason picked up his speed, his hips slapping against my thighs. Jamie responded, pushing his cock deeper into my ass, making me cry out with aching pleasure and sweet pain. My body began to tense as they both took me, that aching hotness building again.
“I want... I’ve wanted you both for so long,” I moaned, barely able to get the words out. Jason lowered his lips to my breast, sucking and licking at he nipple. My body responded, tipping over that edge into climax, filling me with pain and a delicate, coursing desire.
“Please... please... come inside my pussy. Deep inside me.” The words barely escaped my lips before Jason groaned and thrust deep into me, filling me with his cum.
I tipped over the edge and fell into an earth-shattering orgasm, savoring the delicious feeling of fulfillment at the hands of my twin stepbrothers. A long wave of pleasure flowed through me, followed by tiny aftershocks of delight. My legs went weak, and my body went slack so that the two men had to hold me up, each of them bucking hard against me. Jamie moaned and pumped deep into my ass, the hot jets of cum filling me completely.
Jason pumped into my pussy one last time and let his body fill with mine. We fell together in a tangle of arms and legs, and I laughed, tears of joy coming to my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to leave and go stay somewhere else?”
“Fuck, I guess I won’t,” I said, moaning. Both of them pulled out of me, but this time, I was fulfilled at last. As long as I had them, everything would come together... and I was beginning to think I’d stay here for a good long while.
“About that,” said Jason, kissing me tenderly. “We’d really like to have you stay for good...”
“We know it might cause some trouble, but it’s what we’ve always wanted,” Jamie added. My heart started to race. How on earth would we explain this to our parents? And how would I “settle down” with two twin billionaires.
Only time would tell...
BAND OF STEPBROTHERS
CHAPTER ONE
“Aidan, keep it the fuck down!” I banged on the wall. “Can’t you find somewhere else to practice?” My stepbrother had been intensely distracting over the past few weeks of winter break. It was bad enough that he practiced right next door.
It was worse that he was so fucking hot. And his fine-ass friend was too.
There was no response. My stepbrother was practicing on his drum set, and his friend Harris was playing on his guitar. It’s not like the music wasn’t good. It certainly was. But it wasn’t good next to my mom’s office, which was my damn study room. I imagined the boys playing their droning songs, clad in the perfectly tailored suits they favored. I felt that familiar heat rise inside of my body. The image of their playing left a distracting tingle in my body, and their music crashed through the wall, drowning out my thoughts.
I pulled the earbuds out of my ears in a swift, angry movement and stomped away from the desk, shoving the rolling chair so that it hit the wall. I swung the door open — a little dramatically, but I didn’t care — and I walked the two steps to the room that my new stepbrother had decided to turn into his “studio.” I swung the door open and sighed, looking at the two boys practicing. They were fine. The fact that they had the band was fine. But the fact that they were interrupting my studying was absolutely not fine.
“Aidan, can’t you move your studio to the garage?” There was still no response. My stepbrother banged away on his drums and kept on making the noise that was driving me to distraction. “Aidan, keep it the fuck down!” I shouted at the top of my lungs and swung the door against the wall.
Finally, he looked up at me, those crystal clear blue eyes meeting my face with a touch of humor and more than a fair share of arrogance.
He motioned for Harris to stop playing. Harris also looked up with that same look, the look that told me I shouldn't be there, bothering them, followed by a knowing smile.
My stomach flipped, and the righteous anger I'd felt before drained out of my body. Where my stepbrother Aidan was blond and blue eyed like a Norse god, Harris had the darker looks and scars of a fighter. They were as different as night and day, but they formed a beautiful picture and took my breath away whenever I caught them at the same time.
“Came to get a look at our band, sis?” Aidan chuckled and took one of his drumsticks to a cymbal, making a crash that reverberated through my brain and body. I watched his hands as he moved them, and again, he'd distracted me from my purpose.
“No, asshole. I came to ask you to be quiet. Or move your stupid band to the garage. I'm working next door, and I need to get ahead on my courses for next semester.”
“Oh, I see,” said Aidan. “And for the millionth time, you couldn't find someplace quieter to work. I think you like coming in here and complaining about us. It seems to be part of your study strategy these days.”
I blushed, the involuntary heat coming into my body. I knew there was at least a hint of truth in his words. I could work at the library, or I could go up to my bedroom. But it was the principle of the thing. I'd been studying in my mom's office since I was in high school, and my stupid, privileged stepbrother had moved into the guest room next to the office. He'd started practicing in there as soon as I'd gotten home for winter break. Just as he'd accused me, there was certainly a better place for him to practice.
“This was my house first, Aidan. And you're just invading my life and my privacy. I'd really appreciate it if you could move your ridiculous band to a better place. For instance, the garage. As I'd previously fucking said.” I tried to keep my tone stern. But there was something about seeing the two of them together in the same room. It got to me every time, activating that place of desire deep inside of me.
“It's winter. The garage is cold.” Aidan chuckled again.
“We live in California. Nothing is cold. Get a heating dish if you have little old lady problems with practicing where it's sixty degrees instead of seventy.”
“I know you're not a fan,” Harris said, drawing my attention to his glossy dark curls and golden-hazel eyes. Why did such arrogant pricks have to be so ridiculously beautiful? And why did they have to be in the room next to the office?
I sighed and shifted, trying to push away the thoughts of their hotness. Why did it undo me to even look at them together? What was wrong with me? This was my stepbrother and his friend who had grown up as a member of his family.
“But I think you ought to come see us play in person. We'll be at The Black Cat tonight.” Harris continued to look at me, his eyes glancing over my body.
“Um,” I said, the blush coming back over my chest and the apples of my cheeks, “I don't know if that's ... I don't know if I'll have time.”
“Come on," said Aidan, his eyes boring into me, “It's break time. You don't need to study that fucking much. Besides maybe you'll have a better appreciation for the art we're creating in the room right next to you.”
He laughed, a throaty, sexy sound. I had the passing thought that I shouldn't have engaged with the
m today. It always started with me coming into the guest room, angry and irritated, and it always ended up that I left with my head hung down. They'd keep practicing, just as they had been for the past two weeks. My yelling didn't make any difference, and their eyes always betrayed some hidden agenda. Some hidden message that I couldn't interpret. It had started to undo me, and maybe that was more of a distraction than the sound itself.
“Um, maybe.”
“Come on Chloe, you know you want to.” My heart leapt. I imagined myself in a dark club that smelled of beer, watching my sexy, privileged stepbrother and his best friend practice on stage. His background made him expect that I would want to see him perform. Hell, he probably even expected that I wanted him. I did, but that was beside the point.
“Sure,” I mumbled, backing out of the door. There was a deep place inside of me that wanted to see them together, that needed to see them. I mean, their music was okay anyway, and maybe this would bring us closer as step-siblings.
“Well, we’ll see you there, sis,” said Harris, using the pet name my stepbrother used. It sent a shock through my body. Certainly, Harris was always here, but he wasn’t my real stepbrother. It seemed like he was teasing me, trying to get some kind of rise out of me. I huffed, realizing that I’d forgotten why I’d come to talk to them in the first place.
“If you guys could keep it down for the afternoon, I’ll come see you tonight.”
“Fine,” said Aidan. “I guess we could do that.” He chuckled again, that infuriating sound making my head spin. I backed out of the room and turned around to go back to studying. Even if they’d interrupted most of what I’d accomplished for the afternoon, I couldn’t help but feel flattered that they’d asked me along — the little virgin who cared more about books than any kind of social interaction.
“Wear something sexy, Chloe.” I turned to see Harris’s eyes on my body, and that same thrill run through me again. I should have been outraged. I should have said that I wouldn’t go, and I wouldn’t play their hateful games.
But instead, I said, “I will.” I smiled, a natural happiness taking over my emotions.
As I closed the office door behind me, I noticed that their playing was softer and more subdued. I wondered just what their game was. They’d been flirting with me for the past weeks I’d been home, and it seemed like they were trying to get some kind of rise out of me.
CHAPTER TWO
I listened late into the afternoon as the boys practiced. To their credit, they were somewhat quieter. I couldn’t focus too much on studying. Instead, my brain drifted to the two beautiful boys that I’d walked in on that afternoon.
“Dammit,” I muttered, trying to read over the French and calculus work I needed to get ahead on for the next term. The words seemed to float off the page. My thoughts kept drifting to the sparkling eyes and chiseled muscles of my stepbrother and his bandmate.
I had to tamp down the thoughts I’d been having about them. It just wasn’t right. I’d always found my stepbrother attractive — and certainly, I’d found Harris attractive too. He was a fixture in our family, often sleeping here since my mother had married Aidan’s father.
I had to admit it. I'd often thought of the two boys together, pleasing me. I blushed at the very thought of it as their band droned on. There was something about them ... one light, one dark. One was outgoing and funny, the other pensive and reserved. Like night and day, both bringing their own special beauty to the table.
I shuddered. It wasn't right for a virginal girl to think this way. I'd always been good, and I'd only ever kissed one boy. One time, I'd let him touch my breasts, relishing the thick pleasure his hands sent through my body. But it didn't feel right. I'd pushed him aside and gone back to my books, deriving my only pleasure from inside of my brain.
My attraction to the two boys confused me. I trembled as the music vibrated through the walls. I tried to drown it out with my headphones, but somehow, I still kept hearing them. And just like the music, I heard their voices too. I knew it was in my head, but I could hear Harris's voice telling me to wear something sexy. I could hear Aidan taunting me.
Their remembered words sent a shock of hot desire through my body. My nipples stiffened under the shirt I was wearing, and I let my fingers play across my breasts. I teased myself with the sensation of pleasure, thinking all the while about the boys right next door.
I knew I shouldn't, but I would be at their concert tonight. I'd find something to wear. And I'd enjoy the show they put on for me. Little did they know, they were playing parts in my head. I thought of Aidan's hands on me, running over my body. I imagined Harris's lips pressed against mine, his warmth and closeness driving me wild.
Why did I want this? Why did I want my own brother and the boy he'd grown up with? I knew it wasn't normal, especially for a reserved young woman. I sighed. At least no one could peak into my thoughts. I couldn't be censored. It wasn't illegal to have thoughts about sex with two men ... even if one of them was your stepbrother.
Sex. That was what I was thinking about, wasn't it? And how could I even have sex with two people at the same time? The thought of it sent a warm flush over my body and a rush of wetness to my pussy. I reached my hand under my skirt and touched myself lightly there, just barely grazing my clit with my fingers. I listened to the boys as they packed up to leave.
The concert would be starting soon. I pressed harder against my clit.
“Chloe, make sure to be there by seven,” yelled Aidan. He was standing just on the other side of the door. I wondered what he would think seeing me with my legs spread, feeling myself through the thin cotton fabric of my panties. I flicked my fingers over my clit again, letting the desire spread through me at the sound of my stepbrother's voice.
What an untenable crush I had. I’d never heard of a girl who had a crush on two boys at once. Two arrogant, irritating, entitled boys. One of whom was her stepbrother. I giggled slightly.
“I’ll be there!” I would be. It was a chance for the thing I wanted most, and I would take that chance no matter what. I wanted to see them perform, yes. And for a few seconds, I'd be able to watch them and imagine them being with me ... giving me that incredible pleasure I knew lay just beyond the horizon of my boring, normal life. I heard the door creak open, and I moved my hand away from my panties quickly and brushed down my skirt.
My heart pounded in my chest. Harris peaked in.
“Remember to dress sexy. For me.” He winked at me, and I felt that pounding extend over my entire body. He closed the door behind him. I froze in one place, listening to the boys walk down the hall. Had he really winked at me? And was he really implying what I thought he was implying?
It was much more appropriate for me to be interested in my stepbrother's friend, but still, I wanted them both. I felt like they might drive me crazy, taking me away from my studying. But I might go crazy if I couldn't have them. I tapped my pencil against the desk and watched them out of the office window. Harris put his guitar in my brother's van, and Aidan loaded up his drum kit.
Were they trying to get my attention this afternoon, or was it just my imagination? Was it possible for two boys to want one girl at once? My heart leapt at the thought, and I watched them drive off.
At that moment, I hopped up and put my laptop away. Clearly, no other work would be accomplished today. I knew I'd have to raid my mom's closet to find something revealing, and I only had a few minutes before she would return home and try to ensnare me in some boring conversation. Plus, she'd be pissed if she discovered any of this ... borrowing her clothes ... going off to see the band play instead of studying ... and especially my inappropriate lust for my stepbrother and his friend. I walked out of the room, silent so that I didn’t disturb my rich stepfather on his important phone calls, and I crept upstairs to my mother’s room. I stood before her walk-in closet, trembling with fear and anticipation.
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