Men of the House: A MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  Colt stops thrusting, and I feel him pulling out of me, oh, no, we’re not done here yet. I summon all of my strength and lock him in place with my legs again, forcing him deep inside of my pussy. “More, more!” I cry out.

  He grins at me, and I can see that he’s as crazy as I am right now.

  “More it is, then,” he whispers, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I can’t help but scream again. Like a machine, he starts pounding me at a frantic pace; I’m lying back, just bucking my hips at him, and I can already feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead. He keeps it up, his rhythm an endless crescendo; the man is like a machine, completely unable of understanding the meaning behind the word “tired.”

  Soon enough I’m screaming hard and making my throat grow sore, fireworks going off behind my eyelids and blinding me to the whole world. Two orgasms in rapid succession, and he still keeps going? I’m a lucky girl.

  I let him pull out of me now, my fingernails scratching at the thick ropes of muscles on his back as he stands up. I can’t get tired of him. I motion to grab his cock, but he just grabs me by the hand and pulls me into him; he grabs me by the ass and, lifting me, picks me up from the floor. Reacting by instinct, I wrap my legs behind his back and place both my arms over his shoulders.

  “Did Daniel fuck you this hard?” he asks me; he wants me to tell him that no, he’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction. He might know about what happened between our stepfather and I, but I don’t care; I’m a grown woman and I don’t have to apologize about anything. It’s not like I could pick between the two of them anyway. I just wish I could have both of them.

  “Are you going to fuck me or keep thinking of Daniel?” I snap back at him, fully knowing that I’m driving him completely crazy. Without replying, he eases me down and lets his cock push against my inner folds, his length sliding inside of me slowly, each inch of his feeding into me in the most delicious way.

  This is how you tame a beast as wild as Colt; you show him who’s in charge. A man like him gets to fuck every woman he wants to, and he has them at his feet before and after. But I’m not just any woman: I’m Karen Astor, his stepsister, and I’m done with taking a secondary role. After what happened with Zach, I’ll never submit that easily. I don’t care if it’s Daniel or Colt; I’m as capable of being in charge as any man.

  With his hands cupping my ass, he makes me bounce up and down on his cock, his rock hard biceps glistening with sweat as he holds me. I rock my hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of his cock rolling over my folds and piercing me with the fury of an exploding star.

  I buck my hips harder and harder, both my hands running through his hair and disheveling it. I let my legs ease up their hold, and I move them slightly lower, right over his ass. Still with his cock in me, he goes down to his knees and, like a leopard during heat, I claw at his pectorals and push him down to the ground. I grab his hands and take them to my breasts as I start grinding against him, bucking my hips furiously while never allowing his cock to slide more than an inch out of my pussy.

  I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the moment while Colt squeezes hard on my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I lean into him, long locks of hair falling down my shoulders, and he raises his head toward me; I lower myself even more, allowing him to wrap his lips around one aching nipple of mine. He sucks tenderly, nibbling at it with the right amount of harshness. It seems that Colt can even make an art out of nipple sucking; how in the world can he be this perfect? And why does he have to my stepbrother?

  I bounce up and down, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh making me purr with delight. I lift my knees then, planting the sole of my feet on the floor by his side, squatting down on top of him as the tip of his cock presses against my G-spot. I jump on top of him in a fever, drops of sweat running down the middle of my back.

  With a lazy smile on my lips, I look into his eyes.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I breathe out, getting up and allowing his cock to slide out of me. I turn my back to him and, swaying my hips almost too lewdly as I go, I walk across the gym and go straight to the wall. I simply face the wall, planting my hands there and jutting my ass back, waiting for Colt to follow after me.

  I don’t have to wait long; he stands up with a devilish smile, and closes the distance between us, his hard cock still glistening with my juices. In two wide steps he’s on me, swatting my ass with the back of his hand. He slides his long fingers under my ass cheeks, caressing the crest of my wet pussy and getting it ready for the grand finale. I can’t wait for him to completely demolish me and send me spinning down into oblivion.

  Colt grabs his cock and, after pushing its fat head under my ass and against my pussy, he hooks his fingers on my hips.

  One thrust. Just one thrust and he has me screaming like a banshee. He pierced me so fast and so harshly that I felt long flames of a blinding fire travel up from my pussy toward the base of my skull. My skin is all prickled, my body shuddering out of control.

  He fucks me hard, there’s no other way to put it. He fucks me like every woman should be fucked, at least once in a lifetime. I don’t know for how long he does it; time seems like such a petty concept when someone is fucking you like this, but by the time I come to my senses, it feels like all of my muscles are being prickled by thousands of small needles of intense electrifying pleasure.

  “OH GOD!” I shout out, my body convulsing as I come hard. Body, mind, soul—everything in me has been obliterated by Colt’s relentless cock. Hell, I want nothing more than to let myself fall to the floor and collapse from exhaustion; but I have a responsibility: I can’t let a man who has fucked me like this leave with a complaint lodged between his lips. No way.

  His cock slides out of me in a single movement and I turn to him. I don’t even give him a second; before he knows it, I’m on my knees, my lips wrapped once again around his cock. I move my head as fast as I can, my tongue savoring the taste of my own pussy, matching that rhythm with the stroking of my hand.

  It doesn’t take long.

  He grabs my head harshly, the muscles in his body bulging as he grunts hard, the sound of it almost like a threat. I pull my head back fast, getting ready for what’s about to come, and I mean that pretty literally.

  He cums like a fountain, semen gushing out of him in an endless torrent. I open my mouth wide, allowing thick strands of it to fall straight on my tongue, coating it with that salty and manly flavor of his. I look straight into his eyes, enjoying his look of pure delight as his cock keeps twitching hard in his hand, his white juice splattering all over my face and tits.

  With his teeth gritted, he keeps holding his cock while it gives its final spasms.

  He takes a deep breath, finally taking his fingers out of his cock, but I don’t allow him any rest: I reach for his hand and, grabbing it, I pull him down. His eyes widen in surprise, but he joins me down on the floor all the same, kneeling in front of me.

  Without giving him enough time to react, I lean into him and press my cum-coated lips against his. He doesn’t react at first; he doesn’t pull back, but he doesn’t reciprocate either, but then he starts warming up.

  Slowly, he runs his tongue between my lips and forces them open. Cum drips down my chin, and I feel drops of it making their way down my neck and toward my tits. And that’s when Colt pushes his tongue inside my mouth, running it in fast circles and scooping up his own salty cum.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he whispers in a barely audible tone, and my mind almost explodes as I look at the way his lips move, thick drops of cum glistening there.

  “You better start believing it,” I whisper back at him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me. I force him to take his mouth right between my tits and, not wasting a second, he climbs the curve of my right breast with his tongue and then wraps his lips around my aching nipple. When he moves from my right nip
ple to the left one, my eyes are already closed and I have my head thrown back.

  A slight moan leaves my lips and Colt uses his tongue to lick my skin dry, carefully tracing the contour of my body until his mouth finds mine once more.

  We kiss again, our lips gently brushing against one another as a pleasant warmness takes over my body.

  “You’re insane, ‘sis.”

  “We’re insane,” I correct him.

  And, oh, it feels so good to be this insane.

  10

  Daniel

  I’m in the office, sitting at my desk and trying to figure out how to get things moving with the business without folding. I have around six months before the IRS starts knocking on my door asking to collect taxes. I’m not even sure how to approach it with Karen and Colt anymore. I feel as if there’s pressure from all sides at the moment, and I'm getting mixed signals.

  I’ve been getting up early and avoiding Karen like the plague. I should've never fucking slept with her. I felt alive for the first time in a long time, but as I got up the next day, I only felt guilty.

  “Yes, Janice what’s up?” I ask my secretary as she buzzes my intercom.

  “Mr. Morgan, I have the IRS calling me. This is the second time today that they’ve called,” she says and pauses. I sigh. I can tell that the feds are circling. “We’ve also just gotten notice from the Carter Jeffries folks that they’re pulling their funds out.”

  Fuck. I just lost another client.

  Janice hangs up before I can even reply. She’s fed up and she knows exactly what’s going on. This business is folding by the minute. Traders are leaving like water from a sieve. The office just seems emptier every day and to make matters worse, I have the IRS sniffing around.

  I decide that I need to be a man. The type of person I used to be before Clara made me feel so small. I didn’t know how to tell Karen the truth. Marrying her mom was the worst mistake ever. She used me like some kind of trophy and then when she was done she dumped me like a piece of trash.

  Honesty is the best policy in this case, and I’m just kidding myself to think otherwise. I need that money, otherwise there’s no point coming back here tomorrow. The business is going to fold or even worse I could end up in jail.

  I send a message to both of them:

  Daniel: Hi, Sorry about the other night. Can we meet up at eight at Mama Mia’s?

  I sit with the phone in my hand, hoping that they’ll respond and tell me that they want to meet up. I think that it’s better to meet on neutral ground rather than meeting in the house. Maybe that was my first mistake. The house reminds both of them of their mothers. Karen was feeling vulnerable knowing that the last time she saw Clara was in that house. Before that, whenever Clara went missing, I would wake up in the morning, and a few of her things would be gone. A week or two later she would turn up at the house as if nothing happened.

  This time was different; she left and made it clear that she wasn’t coming back in a hurry. The previous week, after the police had called and told me that they’d found her on the street trying to sell her body for tricks to get drugs, I knew that things were going to get worse. She couldn’t get her hands on the money because the State of California had declared her unfit. And honestly, the rules of the trust were simple. If she couldn’t stay clean, then the courts had to follow the will of the trust set up by her folks.

  I thought being blocked from the banks would help Clara. I thought that it would get her on the mend. But when she started to try and find out other ways to get money, that’s when I knew that Clara cared about no one but herself. It didn’t seem to bother her that her only daughter could find her on the streets, looking to suck cock for coke.

  It didn’t deter her that her husband had threatened to leave her if she didn’t clean up. That’s right. There was only so much I could fucking take.

  If anything, the more I tried to help her, the worse she seemed to get. This was when I took my heart back. I couldn’t keep giving it to someone who didn’t deserve it.

  Suddenly, my phone vibrates and I receive a message from both Colt and Karen. If I didn’t know any better, I would've thought that they were together.

  Karen: My favorite Italian joint. See you at 8 :)

  Colt: Sure

  I expected Colt to tell me that he wasn’t coming, but instead, he only said "sure." Never mind, I should be happy that at least this time we’ll be on neutral ground and able to talk like adults, instead of fighting like animals. If I hadn’t been so weak the other day, we would've gone after each other. Luckily I was too tired that day to do more than shout.

  I’ve got my credit card that I can use to pay for the dinner tonight, which is more than I’ll be able to do in a few weeks’ time if the IRS freezes my accounts. I need to tell them exactly what’s happening and the extent of it, before it’s too late. We’re all consenting adults; we just need to behave like it, or at least I need to. After all, it’s my job as their father.

  11

  Daniel

  As I drive to the restaurant, I keep changing my mind. I never used to be this indecisive, and when I was with Karen the other night, she reawakened things in me that I was sure were firmly dead.

  Luckily, I don’t have a problem parking, and I start to walk toward the restaurant. It’s lively, and I regret not booking a table. I assumed we'd easily get a seat.

  “Hi, how are you today? Do you have a reservation?” the pretty hostess says as I open the door and try to figure out if one of them got here early. But there's no sign of them.

  “No. But, I can see it’s busy.”

  She smiles, “Friday nights. It’s always busy, but I’m sure that I can find a single table.”

  I smile back. I know the hostess is flirting with me. It’s not hard to see why. With this body, women will fall over themselves. Before Karen’s mom, I used to love the attention of women. And let me tell you, they used to love my attentions too.

  She’s winking at me and checking reservations, but spending more time staring at me than the book.

  “There’s three of us. Not just me. Is that going to be an issue?”

  She smiles, “For you? Not at all.”

  She calls on a waitress and then instructs her to take me to table twenty-two. I can’t help but ask the question, “Thank you. But I didn’t quite catch your name.”

  “Oh, it’s Maria, and I’m here every Friday night.”

  I nod, “Okay, thanks, Maria.”

  The waitress isn’t happy about me talking to Maria. It’s clear by the fact that she’s walking full speed ahead toward my table with no instructions. Any other time I would've found it annoying. Told her to stop so that I could at least catch-up. But after my conversation with Maria I’m feeling a bit better. I feel as if everything’s going to work out the first time in a long time.

  I’m getting back some of the magic that I thought I’d lost forever.

  ***

  Twenty minutes later, and despite me calling both of their phones, Colt and Karen still don’t turn up. I’m just about to order some food because I’ve been drinking too much of the bottle of wine I ordered. That’s when I see them waltz in together. I can’t help but notice that not only are they coming in together, but they’re also walking so close it’s as if they’re joined at the hip.

  Karen looks stunning; she’s wearing a red mini dress. It emphasizes the right parts of her body. A bit loose around the legs and tight around the breasts. It’s as if they have a life of their own as they bounce up and down as she walks in her heels. Her hair's tied back emphasizing her blue eyes and long neckline.

  Colt’s casual in a white shirt and jeans. They look quite the attractive couple as they walk in, and Karen’s turning heads as she confidently comes to the table.

  “I thought that you guys weren’t coming?”

  I sound like a typical dad checking in on them, and I think about the fact that I chose the restaurant so that we can be on neutral ground and we can talk. Not so t
hat we can start an argument once again. I shake my head at my voice and especially my tone. I really need to calm down.

  “Sorry about that.” Karen kisses me on the cheek as I stand up to greet her. I want to wrap my arms around her as I did the other night. But then I remember it was a mistake. I’m not going to get carried away like that ever again. I’m married to her mom, even if we don’t live in the same house.

  “Colt.” I shake his hand, and he has a smile on his face as he quickly takes out the chair and then kisses Karen on the cheek.

  Shit, he knows!

  The way he looked at me, and he’s flirting with her; it’s clear that he’s making a point.

  “No worries. I was about to order. You guys weren’t picking up your phones either.”

  They both exchange looks and start to laugh. I don’t like this one bit.

  “Karen you look beautiful. Stunning, even.”

  “She does, doesn’t she?” Colt winks at her, and anger shoots up my spine.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  So damn jealous. I wish that we could change places. I hate the fact that he just took his hand and traced it along her arm.

  Doesn’t she remember the other night?

  About what happened between us?

  Why is she acting as if it meant nothing?

  “Shall we order?” I ask as the two of them blatantly flirt in front of me. I might as well not be here.

  “Actually, I’m going to go to the restroom real quick,” Karen says and gets up. Colt stands up partially and I do the same as Karen gets up from the table.

  I’m watching that ass in that dress of hers as it sways back and forth.

  Karen turns her head and looks back at the two of us. She smiles mischievously and wiggles her ass very subtly – so that we’re the only two that catch it.