FOSTER BROTHERS - A MFM Menage Romance

by Samantha Twinn

  Missi gazes back at me, cupping my cheeks with her warm hands. “I love you,” she says softly and my heart swells.

  “I love you too, baby. So much.”

  She kisses my lips then grins widely, her smile filled with joy.

  Then she slides off my lap, turning to face Hudson with one hip cocked sassily to the side. Reaching behind her she tugs at the string on her top and it falls forward, slipping off her neck. She dangles it between two fingers before flinging it off into the darkness. Then, she half turns and bends over, her little ass pert and round, her hands sliding up her legs and over her curves before she hooks the bright pink bottoms with her thumbs and tugs them down, slipping them over her legs before stepping daintily out of the fabric. She bends over again and gives a little wiggle, her pussy lips peaking from between the damp curls. “Like what you see?”

  I reach out and run my hand over her rounded bottom before giving it a light smack.

  “Let’s get her upstairs.” Hudson says.

  I grab her and toss her over my shoulder, laughing when she squeals and bites at my back. Hudson walks beside us as we head into the house, running his hands up Missi’s calves and over her ass, moving around to tweak at her nipples. We make our way into the new master bedroom, and I deposit Missi on the giant bed with a gentle plop. Hudson leans over and murmurs into her ear before giving her a lingering kiss before moving to sit with his back against the headboard. Missi smiles softly at him. “I love you, Hudson.”

  Missi is splayed across the bed, legs hanging over the edge, skin flushed pink with sun and lust. I lean over her and run one hand from her throat to her mound.

  “Open your legs,” Hudson tells her.

  She starts to do as he asks but I take over, moving a hand down her thigh to push her knees apart, her pussy opening for us, red and glistening already, lips beginning to swell with excitement.

  “More,” he says. Missi spreads her legs further apart her eyes on my brother. He may just be watching for now but that doesn’t mean he’s not participating.

  “Touch yourself,” Hudson baby, he whispers.

  She smiles up at me and slides her hands across her body, pinching at her nipples and trailing her fingers over her stomach. Hudson leans forward as he watches her intently. I know he loves it when she does this. She lifts one leg and braces her foot lightly on my chest, pulling open her pussy even more to our gaze. I graze her toes with my teeth and watch as chill bumps erupt across her skin. She dips her fingers down, tips glancing over her clit before sliding a finger into her slick entrance. She stares at Hudson, never taking her eyes off of his face as she slides another finger in, her panting moans getting louder. She pulls her fingers in and out, hips rocking up to meet her hand, me holding her leg steady against my chest.

  I watch as her breasts begins to rise and fall rapidly, her fingers working furiously at her wet pussy, her eyes still on Hudson.

  “Make her come,” Hudson says to me. I know he wants to do this bit himself so he must really be feeling tired. I bend over and grasp her clit between my fingers, circling the pulsing slickness. Her hips buck against my hand, her fingers sliding out only to be replaced with mine. When I pinch her clit, and slide my thick fingers into her entrance she bows, groans tearing from her throat as her body shakes from the ferocity of her release. I pull her to me, holding her until she stops shivering.

  “Mmm…” she says, smiling lazily and planting a kiss on my lips.

  I stroke Missi’s legs gently, giving her the time to come down from her orgasm and she stretches out her arms behind her in relaxed ecstasy. She slides to her knees and settles herself at my feet. She turns me around so that Hudson gets a side view and pulls my swim trunks down my legs, tossing them over to the corner. My cock pops free, bouncing lightly in front of her waiting mouth. She smiles over at Hudson and then up at me before wrapping her hand firmly around the base and giving a light tug. I feel it all the way down into my feet. She slides her hand down the length before darting her tongue out and flicking it over the throbbing tip. My breathing starts to shorten when she flattens her tongue and gives one slow, wide lick over the head of my cock before letting it slip between her lips and between her teeth. She gives a pulling suck, swirling her tongue across the sensitive skin, probing at the slit with the tip of her tongue. I hold still, letting her do what she wants with me. She sucks intensely on just the head, her hand beginning to move up and down my thick length. I drop my hands to her head, pushing my fingers into her hair. Her mouth wets my cock and her hand slides over the now slick flesh.

  “God, yes,” I groan and my head drops when she opens her mouth and plunges her lips all the way to the base of my cock. I feel her gag slightly around the tip and it makes my cock jerk against the roof of her mouth. Her mouth is tight and slick, pulling back up the length to plunge down again, over and over until my knees begin to tremble from the onslaught of her hot tongue.

  I need her to stop because I don’t want this to be the way I come. Tonight I want to be insider her, to hold her in my arms and show her what she means for me, but before I go there, I need to taste her.

  Stroking her face gentle, I draw away. “Lie back, baby,” I tell her.

  She does as I ask, so I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and pull her forward, dangling her knees over the side. I nudge open her thighs, running my hands over her calves, up to her hips, grazing the bones with my thumbs. She smells so good; musky and sweet in a way that hits me hard. I breathe her in, grasping both her legs, and drape them over my shoulders. She gasps and pushes her hips up, knees dropping further to the side, opening herself to me. She’s a greedy girl, ready for to come again so soon, but I pull back, blowing my breath over her stomach, watching pebbles of gooseflesh travel across her skin. She’s pouting at me, lips pursed in pretty disappointment. I smile at her before sinking my teeth into the soft skin of her inner thigh. God, her body is gorgeous. Perfectly imperfect and all ours. She jerks against me, then sighs as I soothe over the light bite with my tongue, leaving wide swaths of wetness in its wake as I stroke it over her legs and up across her stomach. I circle her bellybutton with my tongue, working my way slowly lower. She grabs my hair and tries to push my head down, eager for my tongue and mouth.

  “Lick me, Flint,” she pleads and how can I say no.

  When I finally push against her lips, parting them with my stiffened tongue, she purrs in the back of her throat and lifts her hips to my mouth. It doesn’t take long to make her pant, hips chasing frantically for release. When I finally pull her clit into my mouth with a firm suck it pulses against my tongue once, then twice, and I know she’s going to come, wordless cries spilling from her mouth, body twisting under me.

  “Beautiful,” Hudson rasps at us. I look up to find my brother cupping his cock. I can’t imagine how turned on he must be right now. He might not be feeling up to participating fully, but that doesn’t mean that Missi can’t make him feel good. I lean over her and kiss her neck, then quietly tell her what I think Hudson needs.

  He kisses her gently when she’s crawled over to sit in his lap. He makes a sound of resistance when she reaches into his shorts, searching for his cock. Missi shakes her head at that, and strokes him gently from root to tip, kissing his mouth with all the gentle love I know she feels for him.

  It doesn’t take long for her to make him come. The show we put on for him would have taken him half way there before she even touched him. He sighs when he does, pulling Missi’s by the back of the neck into a soft kiss. “I love you, baby,” he says and she nuzzles his nose.

  “I know,” honey she says, stroking his chest. I get a lump in my throat at their tenderness. Watching the two people I love most in the world love each other is the best feeling. Knowing that if things had been just a little bit different, neither of them might have made it, makes it even sweeter.

  “Are you going to give my brother the same treatment?” Hudson asks her.

  “I’m hoping Flint might make swe
et, sweet love with me,” she says, gazing at me over her shoulder. Missi’s ocean eyes sparkle and I smile at her, crawling up the bed so I can have my wicked way with this woman who has turned my life around. Since she came into our lives again, the bubbling urge to fight that lived inside me since I can remember has calmed. I’m still focused as hell on my training, but I feel peaceful during times like this.

  It seems that she wants to be in control tonight because she urges me to my back. My cock is thick and proud, standing up from my body, pulsing in time to my beating heart. I watch as she climbs on top of me, sliding her breasts against my chest, and kissing me with the same lips that just kissed Hudson. Everything about her is soft and warm and perfect. She reaches and grasps my cock in her hand and raises her hips, placing my cock between her swollen lips and eases down.

  I groan at the wet heat enveloping me. There’s no better feeling that being inside me girl, knowing the trust she’s giving me every time she loves me this way. Trust that she’s found it hard to give at times.

  She slides down further, her hands resting on my thighs and I’m lost to her rhythm, letting her rock against me, reaching out to run my hands over her ass, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. She slides up and down again, increasing the intensity of her movements.

  My breath rasps out in a broken tempo as she rides me, pushing her body down to mine over and over. Suddenly, Hudson is there, kneeling next to us. She continues to ride me as he bends down and covers her tits in kisses, her beautiful, scarred breasts. He covers each mark so lovingly that I see a tear slide down her cheek. Hudson captures her mouth with his, stroking away the salty trail, telling her she belongs to us know and that nothing is ever going to hurt her again. His words are what tip her over the edge, her pussy clasps down on my cock, body vibrating from the blissful release. I let go then too, pumping into her and spilling into her body.

  Hudson holds her against him and I sit up, still inside her, peppering her shoulders with kisses. “I love you, I love you,” he murmurs against her hair. “I love you,” I say against her damp neck. She kisses Hudson, then turns to kiss me, nestled in between us.

  She sighs and it’s beautiful. To be loved for all that you have been, all that you are, and all that you will be come. All our shared history swirls around us as Missi relaxes, letting us pick her up and settle her into the bed between us.

  And just like we used to in days that are faded in my mind but vivid in my heart, we sleep with our Missi between us and shield her from the world.

  Once upon a time, a baby was left abandoned behind a dumpster. Fate gave her to us then and took her away again, but I feel sure that this time, nothing is going to tear us apart.

  Epilogue

  MISSI

  The club is dark. I’m standing on the balcony of Club Forbidden, looking out at the glittering skyline. I’m waiting for the man to come up behind me; I’m waiting to hear the words. The air changes and I can tell he’s there, so close but not touching me.

  Yet.

  The hair on my neck tickles across my skin and I hear Hudson say, “Every night when I go to sleep, I die.”

  I murmur, “…and the next morning when I awake, I am reborn.”

  He pulls me back, fitting my hips against his. I can feel his cock throbbing between us. He snags my short skirt, pulling it up to my waist, groaning into my neck when he feels the bare skin underneath. I wiggle my hips against him and part my legs, an invitation. He grips one hip and slips his finger down, tugging at the curly hair covering my mound before pushing one finger between the slick seam of my pussy. His finger glides down, pushing into me in a quick thrust before sliding back up and circling my clit. I reach down and cover his hand with mine, urging him on, driving his fingers inside me. I’m panting, head thrown back against his chest, letting him hold my weight as I roll my hips against his hand, my pussy throbbing against his fingers.

  Just when I think my knees are going to buckle, Flint is there, holding me, kissing me.

  “I love you,” he says against my mouth. He and Hudson form a wall around me, keeping me protected as they assault me with pleasure. Hudson pinches at my clit, pulling it before plunging his fingers back into my slick entrance. I push against his hand as Flint drops hot kisses over my neck.

  “You’re perfect,” he says, “the only girl we’ll ever love.”

  “Come for me, precious,” Hudson growls into my ear.

  It’s too much, the words I want to hear flowing over me, while Hudson’s fingers leave lava in my core. I buck against his fingers, shattering into a million glittering pieces as Flint slams his tongue into my mouth to dampen my cries.

  Hudson carries me out of the club, cradled in his arms, Flint leading the way through the crowd and out into the parking lot. I pull Flint into the rear of the SUV with me as Hudson speeds us through the streets towards home. I don’t want to be alone. I want to feel Flint’s hands on me.

  Hudson leads me up the stairs when we get home. Home, this is my home now, here with Hudson and Flint. We all make our way into the master bedroom, newly enlarged, with the specially designed bed that’s wide enough to accommodate us all.

  Hudson peels the sheets back, sitting me gently, slipping my skirt down over my hips while Flint slides up behind me and unbuttons my shirt, easing it over my shoulders. They take care of me, my foster brothers, my lovers, watching over me and keeping me safe. Flint pulls the strap of my satin bra down, kissing his way down my shoulders and across my back, tugging at the snaps and pulling it off before tossing it aside.

  This is okay now, exposing all of myself to them. It’s taken a long time for me to feel comfortable in my own skin. Hudson and Flint have been there every step of the way, giving me guidance, loving me, assuring me that I’m more than beautiful in their eyes. I trust them in a way I thought I would never be able to.

  Flint slips his hands around my ribcage and cups the bottom of my tits, massaging them lightly, circling the pads of his thumbs around my tightened nipples. He pinches them, tugging lightly back and forth, pulling soft mewls from my throat.

  Hudson glides his hands across my calves, up the insides of my thighs, fingertips ticking over my pussy, splaying over my stomach. He watches as Flint dips his head and catches my peaked nipple in his mouth, drawing deeply, teasing it higher with his tongue. Hudson pushes my thighs apart, bracing me with his hands, and plunges his tongue into my waiting cunt. I’m caught between them, each one pulling and sucking at me, fingers and tongues gliding over my body in a never-ending sensual tug-of-war.

  I’m on my knees, pussy stretched open from behind, a cock pushing in slowly, drawing in and out in an easy rhythm. In front of me, on the bed between splayed thighs, another cock beckons me forward, tempting me to pull it deep into my mouth until fingers tighten in my hair and the cock pushes across my tongue, pleasured gasps urging me on.

  The sensations drug me, sending me spiraling high and holding me there. Sometimes I’m not even aware of whose cock is pushed deep inside my pussy or who is pressing into my mouth, leaving a salty trail across my lips. Hands and mouths hold me, taste me, love me. Whispers tell me that I’m beautiful, loved and wanted. I let myself float, held aloft by the promise of love.

  We sleep, the three of us, in one bed. Each night I’m nestled between Hudson and Flint, held in their arms, their legs threaded through mine. Their breathing sounds gentle in the darkened room, lulling me into a dreamless sleep, just as they did when we were all forgotten children.

  I can’t believe we’ve made it this far. I was sure I’d be dead by now, that Donnie would have caught up with me and taken his revenge. All the years of running and of terror have come to an end. There won’t be any more fear for me. I know, finally, that I am loved. They want me and they need me, just the way I am. Just the way I want and need them. We’ve completed the circle that began years ago, when Hudson found me by the dumpster and refused to let me go. And now, with them, I am complete. I’m not searching for my fam
ily anymore, because I’ve found them. When I’m lying snuggled between them, I know that I’ve found my place in the world.

  With Hudson and Flint, my foster brothers and my lovers, I am finally home.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Samantha Twinn has always enjoyed reading romances so she decided to trade in her boring office job for a career in the amazing world of books. Part editor, part writer, she's excited to embark on creating her favorite kind of naughty stories.

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