Nolan finishes coming and pulls out of my mouth. I give him one last good suck and I know he's done for the night.
Kieran lifts me off his cock and lays me down, my stomach to the bed, while Carter is still holding onto me. Kieran is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I see him heading toward the bathroom.
Carter presses his whole body atop mine and slams deep into my ass. His lips are on my ear.
"You like getting fucked in every hole, don't you, Stacy?"
"Yes, fuck," I moan. I roll my hips and match Carter's thrusts. I’m so perfectly in love with all three of my men and the way that me fuck me. I’ve never felt this way before…they complete me.
Carter’s hands wrap around my neck, just enough to make me feel even more aroused and not really cutting off my air.
"You look so fucking hot getting it in every hole from me and my brothers. But now I'm going to fuck your ass and really show you. You’re ours now." Carter kisses my cheek. "You belong to us."
Somehow even with all this possessiveness, it seems so tender, and I'm fluttering around him, another orgasm shooting through me.
"I belong to you all," I whimper while I come.
A puddle circles around my pussy on the bed. There was plenty of cum before, but this is all me blooming.
I'm coming so hard and so much because these three are the hottest fucking men there are.
Carter’s hands drop down to my hips and he pulls me to him, tighter, pumping harder, and he's speeding up inside me.
I know that he's tantalizing me.
He's going to come, but Carter is making me come much more before he's done. I'm quaking around him and my clit is getting pressed just right, the pressure of his movement hitting me so good I could scream. But I'm panting, sweating, shaking, and moaning his name.
"That's right." Carter growls out, slamming his cock into my ass even harder. I'm screaming out his name now and I'm shaking. I don't know where one orgasm ends and another begins.
I'm falling apart like shattered glass, every second he fucks me exploding a pleasure more than I ever knew.
Carter slaps my ass and I'm shaking more, trembling, the sensation all having me so sensitive that I just keep drenching the bed. I'm coming harder than I ever did.
"Yeah, come for me, Stacy." His hands slap the same spot again and again on my ass and it makes me blaze with ecstasy, every sensation just heightening my pleasure.
"Make that cock yours. This ass is perfect."
That turns me on even more. I want that cock to be mine. I want to feel every bit of the orgasm I know he's going to have because he's in my ass fucking me.
God, he makes me so fucking hot. I squeeze around him, moaning with the rippling intensity of sensation that curls my toes, hoping he's just as addicted to me.
Then, suddenly, I finally feel his cock throbbing hard against my inner walls. Next thing I know he’s spurting all his load inside of my ass, filling me up to the brim. I feel it dripping out of me, and I remain in place until he’s finished.
“I fucking love you…all of you,” I manage to say as I crash on top of the mattress.
“I love you too,” they all say in one voice, and then they share a laugh over it. It’s a generous laugh, easygoing and carefree.
Now that the Percy nightmare is over, we’re finally free to…become happy.
And happiness won’t be hard now—not with these three men by my side.
Stacy
Life is perfect. I can't help but be happy. How could I not be? I’m free from the wrath of Percy, and I have total devotion from all three brothers—Carter, Kieran, and Nolan have all been so good to me.
None of them hold me responsible for anything. All of us were targets in the little game of chess Percy was playing. He lied to cover his ass with every last one of us.
The house is now free from the destruction that followed this man, and even better, all the fences are mended between the brothers. I know that I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays this way.
I think Nolan was the one hurt the worst. When Percy held the gambling debt over his head, he couldn't be himself. It was impossible for trust to exist between the three of them.
To celebrate all the changes that have come about and the amazing future that awaits us, I plan a dinner for the four of us. It will be a celebration that no one will ever forget.
I spend the day with the kitchen staff going over the perfect menu for this evening. I've decided it should be something extraordinary. A night we’ll never forget.
The chef suggests a roast turkey with all the trimmings, and for dessert, a peach cobbler. My mouth waters thinking about it. We have so much to celebrate now.
Dressing for dinner, I choose a black silk dress and heels. Of course, I know that all three of them will want to rip this off me the moment they see it, but I hope to make it through dinner at least.
I press a button on my phone and say, "Boys, dinner in fifteen minutes. The chef said don't be late. She's cooked your favorite dinner." The message is delivered to our group text.
When I make my way downstairs,
the table in the dining room is already set. The place settings are adorned with the finest china, the glasses filled with a vintage wine picked from the massive wine cellar. A small rectangle box sits on each salad plate. That’s my addition to the meal.
I take a seat at the table before they all arrive. I'm incredibly nervous right now. What if they say I have to leave? You know, like Barbara did? I’d be devastated, but I know in my heart that will never happen. Too much has happened between us for me to be forced out of the house.
The first one to enter is Carter. He looks perfect in a black pair of slacks, a white turtleneck, and a simple pair of black Italian leather shoes.
"Wow, Stacy. You look amazing. I like that smile on your face."
He kisses my cheek before taking the seat next to me.
Next is Kieran. He’s wearing a warm grey suit, the tie a russet red. I can't believe how handsome he looks tonight.
"Stacy, you went to a lot of trouble tonight. I guess we’ll have to show you how much we appreciate that later."
His eyebrows wiggle suggestively as Nolan walks in dressed casually in jeans and a sweater.
"Hey, stop flirting with my girl."
Everyone laughs at this point. We all know that I am all of theirs now.
After Nolan takes a seat, they all notice the boxes on the table. Carter picks up his, shaking it. Nolan does the same.
"Hey, stop it. You'll spoil the surprise."
All of them look a little confused about the boxes. I’m nervous, but I think I’ll get nothing but approval from them all.
"So, we all know that I was never married to Percy, and he lied about everything."
Nodding their heads, I can tell they’re being typical boys. The boxes are driving them crazy.
"My father is safe now, and the threat is over. So, I have a little surprise for you all. Well, it's for me too. How about you open the boxes?"
Chewing my bottom lip, I watch as they rip open the ribbons, pull the lids off, and stop everything. Each box contained a positive pregnancy test. I found out earlier today that I’m pregnant.
"Whoa, what does this mean?"
"Wait, you're pregnant?"
"Which one of us is the Father?"
All of them speak at once. But I can only answer two of them.
"I am pregnant, but as for the father, I don't know. And I don’t want to know. I adore all of you, and I feel like we’re all in this together. I want you all to be the father of this child."
I beam with pride as they all jump from their chairs and come over to hug me. One by one, each of the brothers kiss my lips, hugging the mother of their child.
"We don't want to know either,” Carter says. “We can all live here and raise the child together."
"Wow, I'm going to be a dad. That’s fucking awesome!" Kieran adds.
"This is perfect. We all got the
best part of this deal. We got you, Stacy." Nolan gives me a tender smile.
Emotional tears run down my cheeks. I’m thrilled about this. I've always wanted a child, but now, it’s even better than I imagined it would be because I’m ensured that my baby will have the best life possible.
"So, I was thinking. Since Percy’s gone, can I redecorate his room for the baby? It seems logical since it's the room that’s between us all?"
"Of course. Just tell us what you need, but don't you touch a thing. We will hire someone to come in and do all the work for you."
"I agree, I don't want you taking any chances with our child inside of you."
"We can still fuck, right? That won't hurt the baby?"
The entire room erupts in laughter as I ensure them the child will be just fine.
After a fantastic meal, the four of us end up in what will soon become the playroom.
Tossing the picture of Percy off the wall, his office is now the place that we’ll share all our dirty little secrets. Though now, there’s nothing dirty about it.
We aren’t hiding anymore. We get to live our lives together and raise our child. That’s a better life than I ever could have imagined. And it’s my life now.
Wanted: Big Bad Brother
By Natalie Knight & Vivien Vale
Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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Keagan
The more I drink, the looser I feel. My life is as fucking stressful as it is comfortable.
Letting loose occasionally, especially somewhere I won’t be photographed, has been a long time coming. Far Bar in Los Angeles is full, and we are surrounded by friends. Mason stands next to me, sipping his beer and leaning his arm on the bar. The other guys are all hunting for girls in the crowd that they can take home.
I’m only interested in one of them.
I glance across the room. Dana is with her friends a little further down the bar. They’re smiling and talking about the talent available. It isn’t hard to see who’s thirsty around here. The girls are all dressed to kill, and they’ll all land their prey before the night is out.
My eyes are on Dana. We’re close, but you that one girl that you just can’t fucking have?
Yeah. That’s Dana. My stepsister, the ultimate “one who got away.”
She wasn’t always my stepsister, of course. There was a time when she was the pretty girl at school that I crushed on. The one I wanted to ask to the seventh grade dance. She was the one whose mom had run into my dad at an unfortunate parent evening and decided to get engaged, just before I got around to telling her how I felt.
And now she’s my fucking sister.
Go figure.
She looks like sex on a stick. I watched her grow from a girl to a woman at the same time my own hormones developed. There’s nothing as awesome as having your jerk-off material live in the room next to yours.
Or knowing she’s in the fucking shower, totally fucking naked. Or even worse, as we got older, hearing her moans right through the fucking wall as she did God knows what all alone in her bed. I mean, I knew exactly what she was doing, and it served as the ideal fantasy for my spank bank.
Now it just grates the hell out of me that I will never be able to fuck her the way I always did in my fantasies—correction, still do.
But we’re siblings. Sort of. Stupid fucking taboo.
“Hello,” Mason calls in a sing-song voice, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying, or are you too busy bird watching?”
“Sorry,” I say, grinning at him. “What were you saying?”
“I’m saying Sociable’s infrastructure needs a serious upgrade if we want to move forward with the influx of users.”
I shake my head and sip my beer. I haven’t had enough alcohol yet. I’m still fucking aching for Dana, my cock rock fucking hard.
Too drunk to stop myself from wanting her, too sober to stop thinking about it, especially when she’s laughing and tossing her hair, talking to some motherfucker who will never be good enough for her.
“Can we not talk about work tonight?”
Mason shrugs. “I can’t help it, man. It’s because of you I have this job at all.”
“You know what?” I say, nodding. “You’re right, and you know what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t have suggested you as a candidate for the IT department interviews if I didn’t think you were worth it. But I’m sick of hearing about Sociable.”
Mason shakes his head, chuckling into the beer bottle he lifts to his lips, taking a sip.
“Well, it’s going to be hard getting away from it, since you created it.”
I shrug and take another sip of my drink. I created a new social media platform, and it blew up. I’m almost as fucking huge as Facebook and Twitter, and I landed my ass in butter almost overnight.
I didn’t expect it to take off like that. I worked on a concept, and the right people saw the idea.
My friends refer to me as the Master because where they’re all scrambling, I have it made. If I only fucking had Dana, I would consider that the truth.
Sociable is a big company now, with different divisions, a turnover that’s growing exponentially as the rest of the world is getting on board, and I have an IT team that works feverishly to stay ahead of the technological curve.
Mason’s on that team.
I glance over at Dana again. Something about her is different tonight. She arrived after I had a few drinks down, and she blew me away. She’s wearing a low-cut top that shows off just enough of that fucking perfect cleavage without looking slutty, and her eyes are made up with smoky eyeshadow that makes her blue irises pop.
Fuck. She’s wearing a sexy short skirt. Easy access. I like that. My cock strains against my zipper, begging to come out and play with my sexy as sin stepsister.
Her hair. That’s what’s different. Her brown hair is cut in a shoulder-length bob now. Before, it hung over her shoulders. The new cut frames her face and brings out her freckles. Freckles that she never covers with makeup. It was what I fell for when I saw her for the first time in the fifth grade.
Besides her curves and her tits that make a man sit up and beg, her freckles are one of my favorite features.
She glances at me. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I smile back. But I can tell something’s wrong.
I have to ask her what’s up. We’ve always been close, just not in the way I want to be. We’re only a year apart, and we shared friends our whole life. I wish it was just the two of us, here right now, though. I want to be alone with her.
I imagine leading her to the restrooms, locking the door behind us and pinning her against the wall. I would hike up one leg, shove her lacy thong aside, and ram my cock into her so hard, making her scream my name. Hearing my name on her lips would push me over the edge in a second.
I want to fuck her so fucking bad. I’ve always wanted to fuck her.
I shift, adjusting my cock in my pants. It would be poor form to stand in the bar with a visible hard-on, but I can’t fucking help it. One look at her is all it ever takes.
It’s so fucking unfair that I can’t have her. The only girl I want. Forbidden fruit and all that shit.
“So, who will it be tonight?” Mason asks.
“What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Mason says. He nods toward the girls. “I can see you ogling. Which one do you want to take home tonight?”
Dana.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t think I’m going to make a move tonight. I just want to relax.”
“Sure,” Mason says with a laugh, not believing me. I sigh but he keeps pushing. “You should go and talk to them. You know Dana’s friends all want a piece of you now that you’re famous and shit. And you’ve been single for far too long. It will be too fucking easy to get into any of their pants. They’re probably all fucking wet for you right now.”
He’s right. It would be easy. But it’s not their pants I want to get into. And I don’t like him referring, however subtly, to my ex, Lisa. We dated for three years in college, and she damn near ripped my heart to fucking pieces in the process.
“You better make a move fast,” Mason says. “It looks like someone else is moving in for the kill.”
I look at the girls again. Mason is right. A guy with black hair and an attitude walks up to them. He’s smiling ear to ear, and he’s got the Latino thing going for him with a shirt that’s unbuttoned way too fucking low. The chest that’s showing is smooth.
“What a prick,” I say.
“A prick that’s getting what he wants,” Masons says.
I watch him introduce himself to the girls, and they’re practically swooning.
“What do you wanna bet he has an accent?” Mason asks.
I don’t respond. Mr. Perfect is smiling at Dana, his teeth too fucking white to be natural. She’s smiling back at him in a way that shows her dimples. She only smiles like that when she’s flirting.
Fuck.
I’m jealous right away. He’s not the right guy for her. None of them fucking are. I want her, and if I can’t have her, fuck everyone else.
I’m being an asshole. I know that. But I don’t care. I’ve had too much to drink, and I don’t want anyone that fucking close to her.
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