by J. L. Beck
“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.
“You guys are my stepbrothers though…” I could see the want in her eyes and knew I had her in my grasp.
“We aren’t related by blood, so there isn’t anything wrong with us fucking. Plus, you know you don’t see us as your older brothers anymore. Now you see us as the hot assholes that we’ve always been.” Evan cupped her cheek, his touch and voice gentle.
Would she fall for the bait, and give herself up to us?
“I…. I can’t. It would be too weird and we don’t really know each other that well right now…” She stumbled over her words.
Fuck me, Princess just say, yes.
“But we want you, and we can take care of that pesky little cherry you still have. Don’t you just want to get it over with? You can pick either of us to take it from you. We will do the honor…” My mouth was watering with need, as she wrung her hands together in her lap, indecision marring her features.
“I’ve ummm… I’ve got to go and let my cat…” She shoved from the couch and headed in the direction of the front door. She picked up her keys and wallet that were hanging up next to the door.
My entire body was on fire as I watched her walk out of the fucking house. What the fuck?
“You didn’t close the deal.” I growled to Evan as I unbuttoned my slacks, and headed in the direction of my bedroom. I needed a cold shower, and a long, hard fuck. The only problem with all of that being the only person I wanted to fuck was now the only person I couldn’t have.
“And you fucking scared her off, so we’re even.” He shot back. I didn’t care though. I could have any woman I wanted, so why the hell was I so hung up on my little stepsister?
Chapter Three
Meg
“Oh my fucking God.” I whispered under my breath unlocking my Jeep, and getting inside it. I locked the doors behind me, and started the engine. Elijah and Evan were different, way different than they used to be when our parents first got married.
They both want you.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the way they spoke to me, and the fact that they had been so straight forward about what they wanted from me. It all came as a huge surprise. I hadn’t expected them to want anything to do with me, let alone to claim my virginity. Yet, I couldn’t lie and say the thought didn’t cross my mind as Elijah spoke about it.
They weren’t my blood relatives and, not to mention experienced where I wasn’t, plus they were sexy as fuck. They could show me the ropes, and prepare me for the dreaded dating scene all while I ogled over them, giving them the ego boost they didn’t really need.
No. No. I shook my head gripping the steering wheel. I was not sleeping with my stepbrothers regardless of how good looking they were. I gripped the steering wheel with my sweaty palm.
I could feel the wetness of my arousal against my panties. The very thought of what they could do to me if I gave myself over to them consumed my thoughts. I licked my dry lips, and tried to convince myself why I couldn’t go through with it. There were no feelings there, just lust, and need. And no one had to know about it unless we wanted them too.
I put the Jeep in reverse and decide to go and talk it over with Kara. She would know what to do. I backed out of the driveway slowly, my hands shaking as I did so. If I was going to live here with them, then I was going to need to decide where that left all of us after what was said tonight.
***
“Kara?” My voice echoed through the large wide-open foyer. They lived in what was practically a mansion in a gated community just on the other side of the city in a small suburb.
“Shut your face. You’re going to wake my Mom up from her beauty sleep…” Kara shushed me coming from around the corner and grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out into the sunroom off the kitchen, before I could say another word.
“You do realize it’s like six o’clock at night right?” I shook my head confused as to why her mom was already asleep.
Kara shrugged, “I don’t ask questions girl. That leads to hearing things that I don’t care to hear about.” She plopped down on one of the wicker chairs that looked like they were from the nineteen nineties.
I needed to cut to the chase and spill the beans to Kara about what Evan and Elijah wanted from me.
“I’m actually here for some advice…” I wrung my hands together nervously, my anxiety growing as a sinister smile formed on Kara’s face.
“Ooooo…. What do you want to ask me? Did the Princeton twins ask to see your little man in a boat?” I shook my head, confusion settling into my features I’m sure.
“What the fuck is a little man in a boat?” I whispered, my cheeks warming in embarrassment. This is when being sexually inexperienced had it’s down falls.
Kara erupted with laughter, her entire body shaking as she slapped a hand down on her knee, trying to catch her breath.
“Your clit. It’s your fucking clit. Jesus, you need to get laid girl.” She announced, tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
“Oh…” My voice fell flat. Maybe asking Kara about this wasn’t the best idea. I knew she was just going to tell me to go for it but I wanted real advice. I wanted to know if it was worth giving it up to them. The attraction was there. The need and desire to cross that forbidden line was on the verge of being snapped.
“Okay, in all seriousness what’s going on? You never just show up here, and especially in such a frazzled manner.” I sunk down onto the other wicker chair facing her.
“Well, it’s actually the twins. They’ve propositioned me for sex, and I’m not sure how to react or answer them.” I was lost in my own whirlpool of thoughts.
Kara’s mouth popped open, and then closed before she spoke again. “I fucking told you they wanted you. Damn girl!” Sparks of excitement flickered in her eyes. Her being right never came as a shock to me. When it came to men, Kara knew what she was talking about. I, on the other hand, had no clue what the hell I was doing.
“So, what should I do?” I licked my lips nervously. This entire predicament had me reeling. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had called my mother and Richard and told them I couldn’t stay with them any longer after the way I had walked out.
“First, let me make you something to drink to loosen you up a bit. You seem way tenser than usual.” Kara skipped away and into the direction of her fathers coveted whiskey bar. There had been a time or two when we both got wasted off of her father’s expensive bourbon.
In a flash she was back, a brown liquid swirling around in a crystal glass appeared before me.
“Drink it and let it warm your body. As for your stepbrothers, don’t look at them as a problem. Look at them as a solution…” I shook my head confused with her logic. Sometimes I wasn’t sure how we ever became friends.
I brought the glass to my lips; the smell of the whiskey burnt my nostrils. “Jesus is this straight Bourbon Kara?” I exasperated, shoving the glass back into her hand. I didn’t need a drink. I needed to just stop over analyzing everything.
“Oh stop being a pussy and drink it. It’ll help relax you, and from the way you’re acting right now I’m going to say you could use whatever relaxation you can get.” I rolled my eyes and taking the glass back, and bringing to my lips once again. I tipped it back a bit, and sipped some of the liquid into my mouth. The whiskey burned as it slipped down my throat and into the pits of my stomach where anxiety festered.
“I don’t want to make the wrong choice….” I sighed. Kara was right, the liquor was relaxing.
“Like I said, don’t look at them as a problem. Let them be the answer to your pesky little v-card. Let them help you get rid of it. They can teach you some moves, and help you get ready for the dating scene where you find your own personal prince charming.” Kara wiggled her eyebrows at me, causing me to sm
ile.
I bit at my nail, weighing my options. She had a point. They were hot, experienced and not to mention someone I knew, so I could trust that everything would be okay. The only issue I had was that there were two of them.
“I don’t think I can’t handle both of them at the same time though.” The thought of taking them both excited me though.
Kara shook her head, “You have a lot to learn sweetheart. Let them do the teaching. You’ll be surprised what kind of things turn you on.” The unknown frightened me, as much as our parents discovering we were all sleeping together.
“I guess I’m going to do it then. What do I have to lose?” I shrugged my shoulders, and brought the glass of whiskey to my lips once more, downing the rest of the beverage before I could stop myself. Kara had a point. If I wanted to be ready to find the man of my dreams then getting rid of my v-card now could help me later down the road. Men didn’t want inexperienced girls, right?
“That’s my bestie! Now pull yourself together. Were going to crash a party tonight!” Kara jumped from her seat, excitement zinging through her.
“A party? Seriously, I’m not dressed for a party Kara.” I complained. Plus I didn’t want to go to a party. My nerves were already shot to hell.
“It’s a good thing you have a friend with a closet full of clothes you can borrow then, isn’t it?” My face fell. There was no way I was getting out of this.
I would just have to grin and bare it, and then deal with the consequences of whatever happened afterwards.
Chapter Four
Elijah
Frustration was real as fuck when you were dealing with something you wanted but couldn’t have. In all the time our parents had been married, Meg had never been my type, but now, now she was way more than just my type.
I wanted her to be mine.
“You scared her. I bet that’s why she left.” Evan joked, or at least I hoped he was joking. I had called her phone three times, and sent her two texts. I was starting to think I was that creepy ex-boyfriend that could never get her in my bed.
“I didn’t fucking scare her. She wants this. I can tell. She’s just shy, and needs a little push to go forward.” I leaned back in my chair… I needed to fucking figure out where she went, and drag her ass back to the house.
“Right.” Evan laughed, and I shot him a look that told him to shut his teeth. I didn’t need his input right now.
“Maybe she went to the library, or to one of her friends houses?” I wasn’t really sure where she went, but I was certain she would come back. I might’ve scared her off a little bit but not enough, for her to not show her face again.
“Or, maybe she ran to her Mommy and told her how dirty her stepbrothers really are?” There was a glint of evil in Evan’s eyes that I had never been able to decipher.
“Evan…” I growled, fed up with his nonsense. I was on the verge of imploding, and I was irritated beyond disbelief with myself. How could I want someone so badly, from the very first sight of them? I just didn’t fucking understand it.
“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. I do want to mention, before you lose your shit on me once again, how easy it really is to find a girl like Meg….” I twisted around in my chair, my face turning to steel.
“What do you mean find? Do you know where she is?” That piqued my interest. If Evan knew where she was then maybe we could just go get her?
“Possibly…” Evan rubbed his hands together like he was about to unveiling something to me. “Social media is a very, very easy way to find people. People that are Megs age post everything they can on Facebook, and Snapchat.” His comment had me reaching for my phone.
I opened up the Facebook app, and typed in Meg’s first and last name then hit search. A photo of Meg from what was probably Halloween popped up with her name beside it. I clicked on the photo and was taken directly to her profile.
“She’s got her shit locked down tighter than fort-knocks, but her friends don’t…” Evan smiled, as I clicked over from Meg’s page to some chick named Kara’s. Her profile picture included herself and Meg.
I scrolled the page a bit, stopping once I stumbled upon a status that had been updated twenty minutes ago. Kara posted it, and tagged all her friends, including Meg in the post.
It read: PARTY at Davis’s, he’s got FREE booze, and hot chicks!
The iPhone in my hands shook. What the actual fuck was she thinking? A piece of my sanity when out the window right at that moment. The only thing that mattered was finding Meg, and bringing her back our place, where she belonged.
“We have to do something.” I growled placing my phone against the wooden top of my desk. It took everything in me not to throw the device across the fucking room and watch it shatter into a million pieces just like my patience had.
Evan smiled, “I’ve already done something…but I want to extend an offer to you before I reveal what it is that I’ve done.” My face fell, and I couldn’t swallow past the bundle of nerves that had now taken up space in my throat.
“What?” This wasn’t like Evan to barter with me, especially over a girl. Something was up I just didn’t know what it was.
“I’m interested in a threesome with sweet Meg, but that’s as far as it goes for me right now. I don’t want a relationship, and I’m not stable enough to handle one. I want to taste the sweetness that oozes from her… so I’ll tell you where she is, how to get her, and help you keep her here, but you’ve got to let me have a chance to get between her thighs.” His remark shocked me a bit. Whenever Evan and I shared it was fifty/fifty. This time though he was insinuating that I wanted more. I clenched my fist, did I lie and tell him I didn’t care or did I just own up to the fact that there was something about Meg that made me want to be a different man?
“Deal.” I spoke without thought. I knew I wanted Meg, I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do with her once I had her.
I stared at my twin brother for a moment as a silent message was exchanged between us. It was one that said Meg was mine, and that his one chance with her would never happen again.
I didn’t know why I was staking claim, but I was sure I would find out soon.
“Alright, get your shit on. We’ve got to go catch ourselves a rowdy college girl.” Evan moved from the desk and in the direction of the office door. Excitement zinged through my veins, at the anticipation of catching of catching my sassy stepsister doing something she probably shouldn’t be.
“Okay, I’m coming.” I hollered back, grabbing my phone from the desk and slipping it into my pocket. I was going to own this girl the way she was owning me right now.
***
Evan parked the BMW along the side of the road next to the Davis residents. How he got the address for the place, I didn’t know.
“Fuck! The place is packed bro!” It brought me back to my college days, where drinking and sleeping with abundance of women were the norm.
You could hear music bumping from the speakers inside the house, and laughter from a bunch of people that were lingering outside the house.
“It is, but I contacted little Davis, the fucker throwing this party, and I can assure you that he’s made sure our little Meg hasn’t be touched, or fucked with once the entire time she’s been here.” Evan seemed so sure of himself, and though I knew my brothers negotiating skills were badass, I didn’t think they could simply make people do things he wanted them too.
“All I want to do is find her, and get her ass back to our place.” The thought of spanking her bottom until it was pink made my cock hard. She needed a spanking for making me seek her out and dragging her back to our place.
“Well, we’re here, so go in, get the Princess, and meet me back here in say ten minutes?” I narrowed my eyes at my brother from the passenger seat.
“What the hell are you going to be doing?” I questioned grabbing the door handle to get out.
“Whatever the hell I want.” He snickered, getting out and jogging off into the crowded street.
&nbs
p; I licked my lips nervously. I wasn’t the type to get anxious over a girl, so everything I was feeling right at this moment was unusual.
“Hello…” A drunk girl, sauntered up to me. Her eyes were blood shot and she smelt like a French whore drenched in wine. I could’ve pushed her away, and went on my way but instead I didn’t. After all, I was businessman who used his head. Instead I decided I would use her to help me find Meg.
“Hi, I’m looking for someone, do you think you can help me find her.” I gave her my signature melt-your-panties-off-your-legs-look.
“Depends on who you’re looking for?” She hiccuped and then giggled lightly as she swayed back and forth on unsteady feet.
“Meg Collins. Is she here?” I wrapped an arm around the chick, my body begging me not too.
The drunk chicks eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked up at me like I was a Greek God or something.
“Ohmyfuckinggosh.” She said the entire thing in one sentence.
“What? Is something wrong?” Worry consumed me. If something happened to Meg because of me and my foolish need to possess her, I would never fucking forgive my self.
“Oh, um no… I’m Kara though, her best friend…” She smiled, and some of that worry faded. Still, if Kara was out here, where was Meg?
“Alright Kara, it’s nice to meet you. Where’s Meg though?” My voice was tight. I was over playing nice. I wanted Meg, and when I found her I was going to let her know how much trouble she had caused me.
“I know all about you Mr. Princeton.” Kara poked me in the chest, a grin marring her features.
“That’s good. I’m glad you do and I’ll tell you more about myself if you help me.” I tried to guide us in the direction of the front door, but Kara put the brakes on, her feet refusing to move from the ground.
“Oh no you don’t. Meg told me all about your plan to fuck her. I think it’s a good idea, but…” She leaned into my face, her boozy breath fanning against my cheek. “She’s scared of what would happen if anyone discovered she was fucking her stepbrothers….”