Prime: A Bad Boy Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  We initiate a chase through the house, up towards my bedroom, me in front, Jack and Zach behind, fighting to be the first to tear off my dress and show me they’re the best. I know they’re just fooling around and if they were trying to catch me seriously I wouldn’t get more than a half meter away, but by the time I get into my room, pretending momentarily to shut the door on them, my heart is beating wildly and I can hardly contain my excitement.

  The boys fight their way into the room, pushing one another out of the way to get to me, while I try and hide under the blanket of the bed and then squirm away when Jack catches my leg in one of his huge hands.

  “Please”, I giggle. “I promise I’ll be good.”

  While Jack holds me down, Zach makes the most of the opportunity to start to remove his clothes, the two boys, like they always do, now working together as a team.

  “I somehow doubt that”, Jack says, pulling off his tie with his free hand.

  “You know, maybe we ought to leave her clothes on”, Zach whispers to his brother, while I giggle at the role play. “It’d give us more time to have fun.”

  Jack contemplates this for a moment and then looks at me with his smoldering eyes. “What do you say, Jenny? Want us to fuck you with your skirt rolled up?”

  “Dress”, I correct him, while placing my foot on his chest to make it obvious he can reach along my thigh and pull down my panties if he wants to.

  Zach wrestles himself out of his dress pants, kicking them to the side where he’s already made a hill with his shoes and socks. “Whatever you want to do, I haven’t got a change of clothes”, he reminds us as he goes.

  “Whatever you want to do”, I say. “I just don’t want you to rush.”

  Jack smiles at the comment, before sliding his hand where I imagined it going only moments ago, to grab hold of my panties and tear them down.

  “Have you got a change of clothes, Jenny?” he asks, his fingers all over my wet little snatch.

  “Maybe”, I gasp as he pushes his thumb inside me, my eyes flitting from one twin to the other.

  Zach’s as hard as a rock and I know Jack will be too, even if I can’t see it yet. “Take them off”, I order him.

  “Alright”, Jack says, slowly pulling his thumb out of my pussy. “I thought you didn’t want me to rush.”

  “I don’t”, I say, while Zach comes over to take over. “I want you to undress slowly while Zach fingers and licks my pussy.”

  “Oh?” Jack says, “It’s like that is it?”

  “I can do that”, Zach says, positioning himself between my legs and flipping my dress so he can get at my tight little hole.

  “Yes”, I say. “Take your clothes off and play with your dick. I want to see you wank it.”

  “You know we’ve got a wedding to go to?” Jack jokes, his clothes coming off one by one, slowly, like I’ve asked him to, while his brother starts fingering my hole and licking around my clit.

  “Like I said”, I tell him, “there’s no need to rush.”

  I gasp as Zach toys with me, two fingers teasing my G-spot, his tongue a magic wand round the edges of my hole, drawing an orgasm to me like a magnet. Jack couldn’t undress sexier if he tried, and what I love about it and what turns me on is the fact that I know he isn’t. He’s just naturally sexy, naturally confident, and all round totally fuckable.

  Naked, at the end of my bed and as hard as sheet rock, he begins to perform for me.

  I like watching him hold his cock as though I’m not here at all, tug it in the way he does alone to please himself, tease the skin over his swollen crowd, and watch me like fucking me is the last thing he’ll ever do and the best one at that. It’s incredibly intense and un unbelievable turn on.

  “You want to watch me come?” Jack asks.

  “Do you want to watch me come?”, I ask back, our eyes locked together in an unbreakable gaze while Zach does incredible, other worldly things to my trembling pussy hole. I can feel the muscles inside me body already beginning to expand and contract involuntarily, goose pimples dot my forearms and hair stand up at the back of my neck.

  “Not without me”, Jack says.

  I beckon him over, desperate to taste the cock he’s been presenting to me like a little seen artefact of global importance. I turn to him and take him into my mouth, squealing with delight at how sticky and hot he is. I love sucking both of these beautiful boy’s cocks, and just the idea of doing it is enough to make my panties so wet it’s like I’ve been swimming in them.

  Zach takes a moment to watch me while my pussy spasms without him even touching me. I feel his eyes on my body as a whole, not any one single part of it, and when I look back towards him, his brother’s cock pressed to my lips, I know immediately what I’m seeing.

  I take Jack out and hold him there, prone, thick and throbbing.

  “You better fuck me right now Zach Montgomery, because if you don’t I’m going to come anyway just looking at you.”

  Zach smiles shyly. He’s not as confident as his brother, which is a bit like saying a rock isn’t as hard as a stone, but it’s not to his detriment. I twist to the side, while he folds in behind me, rucks my skirt up over my ass and guides his cock to my tender little hole.

  Despite his thickness, it takes little resistance before he’s up inside me. This position I’ve found is the easiest for us all, but even so, I’m as wet as a puddle in the pouring rain and Zach slips inside me like a popsicle in a hungry mouth.

  I take his hand and place it on my thigh and while he pushes I ride back and drive him up against my G-spot. It’s like this we’ll eventually fuck all at the same time, Zach in my asshole while Jack rides the wheel and fucks my sensitive teenage pussy hole.

  “You like that?”, Jack asks, sliding his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. “My dick inside your mouth. Another one pushing your pussy wide?”

  “Mmmmhmmm”, I whisper against his balls.

  I want to come like this, all of us. I want to drink Jack’s cum down the moment Zach fires his load up inside me. The contraceptive pill has made it easier for us all to fuck, better for me to feel how close our connection has become. There is nothing I like better than having these boys come inside me, especially when I’m gripping down on my own incredibly explosive orgasm.

  Jack dances his hand down the fabric of my dress and I don’t need to ask him to know where he’s going.

  I drain his dick out of my mouth a moment. “Slowly”, I warn him, already feeling it near.

  “Slowly”, Jack repeats back to me, his fingers in place around my clitoris, expert already in what it takes to push me over the edge.

  “I’m going to come like that”, I warn him in staccato moans. “And if I come-.”

  “I’m ready”, Jack says. “I was ready the moment you took me into your mouth.”

  “And here was I thinking your brother was the quick one.”

  Jack smiles. “Yeah well I know you don’t suck his dick the way you suck mine.”

  “It’s close”, I groan, my body tensing. Zach grips my hip tighter and rides his way into me. All three of us fall into rhythm, and while Zach pumps my pussy hole, Jack slides in and out of my mouth slowly, his middle finger working circles around my swollen nub.

  One movement more the right way, one when I least expect it.

  Sex has never been as good, and that’s coming from someone whose first time was with these Gods. It just gets better and better and better, our connection stronger, our love deeper, our desire more urgent, our-.

  “Fuck”, I say, cutting off my train of thought. “Fuck. Oh fuck.”

  It’s like I can’t control my body. In the moment it happens, I try desperately to keep myself in position, but it’s as though a firecracker goes off underneath my ass that makes me leap almost halfway out of the bed. Jack’s cock slips out of my mouth momentarily, while Zach would have come out of me too had he not had the presence of mind to move with me.

  As the
orgasm rips through my body Zach pulls me down on his cock once more and Jack is quick enough to get his dick back inside me before they both explode. I’ve never felt anything like it. A clitoral orgasm mixed with a vaginal orgasm, a brain orgasm mixed with a complete explosion of the entire nervous system. It’s like every single nerve ending in my body is stimulated at entirely the same time, with no indication they’ll ever be turned off again.

  Zach explodes as my pussy contracts on his cock which only serves to heighten the intensity of what is already a near out of body experience and then Jack ejaculates with the tip of his cock at the very front of my mouth so I can feel every single spurt of his hot cum as it leaves his cock and slides down my throat.

  I am moaning and screaming before I even realize I’m making a sound, and my body trembles for way longer than it has done before, even after the two boys have pulled their dicks out of me.

  It is spectacular, scary and absolutely incredible all at the same time, and as soon as the sensation eventually begins to dissipate, which is like comparing the sun from 1pm to the sun from 11am, I can do nothing but lie on my back speechless, while my arm jerks involuntarily and I can’t think of anything else but immediately repeating the experience, this time with the roles reversed.

  “Okay?” Jack says, taking my hand in his.

  I nod. “Better than okay”, I say.

  “What you wanted?” Zach asks.

  “Better than what I wanted.”

  “You see”, Jack says, “dreams do come true after all.”

  “What time is it?” I ask, while the boys begin to collect their clothes.

  “Time to go to a wedding reception and explain to everyone about your wardrobe malfunction”, Zach says.

  “That bad?”

  “Could be”, Jack says. “We won’t know until we get there. At the moment, all we know is that we are in this together.”

  “For the long run”, Zach adds.

  “You mean it?” I ask.

  “You already know the answer to that question”, Jack says.

  “Maybe I just need reminding”, I say, reluctant for this moment to be over.

  “Come on”, Zach says, reaching his hand out for me to grab onto. “We can remind you again later. Right now we have to pretend to be a family.”

  “A family that doesn’t fuck each other”, I say sarcastically.

  “Not until we make our own”, Jack says.

  ***

  We are absent for forty five minutes, convincing enough for less than one, integrated without issue again immediately afterwards, myself in a new dress and Donkey in their matching suits, a little rumpled around the edges, but nothing that you would notice if you didn’t know.

  Marcy comments on my glow, but she’s the only one. Our absence and our reappearance goes under the radar while the focus shifts to Dad and Janice, who dance together, sit together and make promises together for a happy future.

  Donkey and I come together and stand apart, we pretend we are nothing more than new step siblings, we share drinks and laughs and looks that could get us into trouble if anyone else knew what they meant and we mingle as much as anyone of the guest would expect of us.

  Our secret is safe for now, but it’s not a secret either one of us intends to keep for too long. As the night drags on into the morning there is one thing I know for certain. Whatever happens to one of us happens to us all.

  Jack, Zach and I are a team and no matter how unconventional that may seem, it’s as a team we are going to stay.

  THE END

  Yeah, right!

  It’s an end of the start of our story, I suppose that part is true, but it’s not the end of Donkey and I. Nowhere near it. It’s the part that brings us to now, five incredible years later. I couldn’t let you go without telling you that now, could I?!

  Epilogue.

  Dreams do come true if you wait long enough

  Five incredible years later...

  I suppose you could call us either the most fucked up family in America, or the most progressive. I guess it pretty much depends on your perspective. I’m not even sure myself sometimes.

  Dad and Janice are still very happily married, Mom’s dating a film star, Brian has married and subsequently divorced a football mom and Donkey and I are no longer keeping our relationship a closely held secret.

  A lot has changed, so I’ll update you with the most important stuff. Shortly after Dad and Janice got married, my transfer to LSU was accepted, and I hauled ass across the country, bunked up for as long as I could with the boys on campus and finally found a perfect little place we could all call home after the summer break.

  Life was finally falling into place after dreaming for so long about what I wanted, but there was still one huge element missing from my world that I knew would keep me from happiness until it was resolved.

  I’m not talking about marriage and kids, but I’ll get to that in a minute, I’m talking about keeping my relationship status secret from everyone back home apart from Marcy. I felt like I was lying about something I didn’t need to lie about, and that made me feel much sadder than I initially thought it would. Donkey agreed with me too, and after several weeks of thinking about what we should do, we invited the entire now extended and dysfunctional family over to Baton Rouge to let the dirty cat out of the bag.

  It was kind of a kick getting everyone together, and I was pleasantly surprised that they all agreed to come. Mom was finally getting past her phase of depression by that point, and brought along someone she’s no longer seeing anymore. Dad and Janice were laid back and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen them, so relaxed I did stop to think whether they were actually stoned, and Brian with his new girlfriend at the time were equally happy and keen to come along.

  I think I was probably the most nervous person there that night, and I’m eternally grateful to Jack and Zach for taking control of the evening and being the ones to deliver the news.

  I’d imagined a horrific backlash of conservative furor, perhaps a few choice words and then a mass exodus, but it was really nothing like that, despite the fact I felt like we were all admitting to a horrendous crime.

  Donkey made it simple. Jack said, “Jenny and Zach and I have been seeing each other secretly for the last year, we’re very much in love with each other, and would like to let you all know as members of our family.”

  Zach said in addition, “I suppose it might be a little strange to consider at first, but we would really appreciate your support on this, because it’s not going to change.”

  There was silence, which was expected, there was nervous laughter and there was disbelief, but it wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured. Mom and Dad and Janice and Doug weren’t disowning us, nor were they throwing drinks, overturning furniture or foaming at the corner of their mouths.

  Mom was the first to speak. “Good for you, Jenny”, she said. “It’s about time you had some good news.”

  While Brian went on to say something like, “I knew it”, and then, “so twins really do share everything, huh?”

  And that was largely it. The party went on, our relationship was discussed amongst the group, but not criticised, and when everyone left, Donkey and I just sat down, looked at each other and wondered why we’d kept it a secret for so long.

  No-one seemed all that bothered by it. Mom’s temporary boyfriend at that time was perhaps the only one out of everyone who seemed to think it a little unusual, but even so, didn’t seem at all outraged. If anything, we were the ones that considered it strange.

  And that was that. Donkey and I, in the summer of 2017, were officially a menage couple for anyone that knew us or came to know us, and neither one of us could have been any happier.

  College bumbled on, Donkey and I excelled in our respective subjects, Marcy jack-knifed from boyfriend to boyfriend as usual, and the sky didn’t fall in, despite the fact that for a long time I continuously thought it might. Humorously and perhaps quite endearingly, Donkey and I collectively b
ecame known as the Y on campus - you figure it out -, but nothing much apart from that changed around us. Things just sort of continued to fall perfectly into place for us, and I’m not even kidding this time either. No notebooks or teenage girl fantasies or daydreaming to obscure the truth. Everyone was actually okay with us being who we wanted to be.

  Donkey being super popular helped of course, but people just fell in love with us, and then accepted us for who we were when the pieces of the puzzle were presented to them. It was like, being in a three way relationship was just as normal as not being in one. Or maybe even more normal than a conventional one on one.

  I graduated with an offer of a job at a national newspaper, the first draft of a romance novel already doing the rounds with a number of traditional editorials - the third draft of which I’m so excited to reveal has now been published to huge worldwide acclaim - and Donkey became the first people in history to become joint first pick in the draft for the football league because they refused to be separated. For them it was all or nothing, which, after arbitration, the league decided to finally agree to.

  In short, the last five years have been the best years of my life so far, and they are only getting better by the day.

  Jump to five years later, which is where we all are now, and the most exciting news I can tell you is that we’ve all got a baby on the way!

  Seriously. If my eighteen year old self, the day of that party after the prom could get a glimpse of the twenty three year old me now, I’d believe seeing myself in a spaceship on the way to Mars would be conceivably more probable. Yet, here we are. Jack, Zach and I are nineteen weeks pregnant, we’ve moved to a bigger house in a decent neighborhood of our new town, and all of us feel excited to be growing up together.

  It wouldn’t be fair to update you on my life without telling you a little bit about theirs too, nor would it make any sense anymore considering how much we share. Donkey got picked up by The Bridgetown Phoenixes, who happened to have a famous and influential quarterback on their coaching staff, convincing enough to make us jump at the chance to move.