Triplet Time: A Reverse Harem Stepbrother Romance

by Stephanie Brother

When I began to cook dinner, I had no idea I’d be having Sophie for dessert.

  She was rightfully due for a little romance, and I hoped we’d get to know each other better, but I didn’t expect things to move so fast.

  It took our first time alone to discover the chemistry between us. We couldn’t have stayed apart if we wanted to.

  When I moved my hands in between her thighs and found my way inside her panties, I wasn’t trying to conquer just another woman. I felt it was entirely a privilege to be allowed to touch her like that more than anything I wanted to make it good for her.

  Feeling how wet and turned on she’d become took me by surprise. And it sure felt reassuring to know that she was as turned on as me.

  In fact, her enthusiastic arousal was probably what got me so worked up.

  “You’re so beautiful like this, Sophie.” She had me trapped where I sat. And I had no intention of wrestling her off even though it did restrict what we could do. Who was complaining? I had some pretty good options.

  She threw her head back with laughter, and I took the opportunity to suck and nibble on her exposed throat which made her squirm on top of me, moisture flowing out over my fingers.

  I pushed my fingers in to satisfy her hot need.

  This could just be the hottest thing that ever happened to me, and I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so lucky.

  “Would you like to get more comfortable?” I asked.

  “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

  “Well, I could certainly do with lying down.”

  She laughed.

  “I'm thinking if I were to lie down here you could sit across my face. And lose the panties first.”

  “Oh.” I saw a look of surprise and delight on her face. She wiggled back toward my knees and then stood up.

  I reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. When she stepped out of them, and I picked them up and put them in my pocket.

  Without getting up, I swiveled around on the sofa. I also flicked the buttons on my fly because, frankly, my dick ached; it was painful trapped in there.

  She stood beside me.

  As I realized she was watching I decided to make a little show of it. I laid back on the sofa, I raised my ass in the air and gave a little wriggle as I pushed my jeans and underwear down just a little bit, freeing up my erection.

  She licked her lips.

  And I licked mine.

  “You like looking at this?” I held my cock between my thumb and fingers and ran my fingers up and down the shaft from the route to the tip around the glands and back down, slowly teasing myself and teasing her with the visuals.

  She licked her lips again and nodded.

  She was lost for words.

  I liked seeing her this way.

  Pointing a finger at my lips, I said, “Come and get on,” in what I hoped was an irresistible, sexy deep voice.

  She looked unsure. She was free, of course, to say no.

  Perhaps all she needed was clarification about what I had in mind. I knew exactly what I wanted.

  Waving toward my shoulder, I explained, “Put your knees either side of me.”

  “Okay, I’ll give it a go.” She seemed eager and did what I suggested straightaway.

  She tasted heavenly, like the best dessert flavor ever. Her wet and swollen pussy opened up and welcomed me.

  I ran my tongue up and down her slit, probing between the soft, puffy skin and lapping up some of the excess moisture.

  Giving her pleasure tasted so good.

  My finger slipped underneath her and found the warm moist entrance. I slipped in a finger while my tongue licked over and around her tempting bud.

  Sensing the arousal rising in her the from way she rocked and her breathing turned me on more and more, too.

  While she rubbed herself against my chin, I placed a hand on my needy cock. Precum pooled on my stomach. I swiped my fingers through it and used it as lube. I rubbed my fingers back and forth, providing the much-needed friction that it ached for.

  There was no way to telling her right then, in that position, how much she turned me on.

  Together we simply had chemistry. I wanted to give her everything and to make her feel special. I wanted her to come and to know how close I was, too.

  The rub and thrust against my face suddenly changed pace and my mouth filled with her gushing juices. They tasted heavenly as evidence of her climax.

  I could hold back no longer. I held my hand still, and my cock pulsed between my fingers.

  It took several seconds, maybe a minute or two, before we both returned from that heighten state of ecstasy to become conscious of our surroundings.

  She rose up and stood beside the sofa, looking a little shaky on her feet. As she stood up, her dress fell back fell back over her legs, covering her decently.

  As I was still dressed, I mopped up using the shirt I was wearing. I rubbed my hands on my pants and wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I must’ve looked a mess. Standing up, I tucked myself away, and pulled up my pants, while feeling fan-fucking-tastic and very much in need of a shower.

  “That was amazing, Sophie. And that’s the understatement of the year. Thank you.” I took her hand in mine, stepped toward her, and planted a kiss on her mouth.

  Her lips opened slightly to welcome mine. Slowly our tongues got involved too. They met and entered each other’s mouths to taste and explore. It seemed more intense and intimate than the kiss we’d shared earlier.

  I wrapped my hands around her and held her in my arms. And inside, my heart felt full of something. Love, I guessed. It couldn’t have just been lust because my primal urges had been sated for now. This was a different urge. Just wanting to hold her and be with her. It went well with my desire to look after her and care for her, into the future.

  We kissed for what seemed like many minutes until we withdrew apart for air.

  “I didn’t expect that for afters.” She smiled playfully. She really was an incredible woman.

  “That particular dessert is on the menu every day of the week for you. You only have to ask.”

  “Well, I might just do that.”

  I wondered what next. I wasn’t sure what to say about our relationship. Just when I hoped she’d take the lead, we heard the door the front door click and voices at the threshold. They stopped talking almost right away as if they’d been talking outside but stopped so that we wouldn’t hear their conversation upon entering the apartment.

  Shortly, Carl appeared in the doorway. “Hi,” he said. “Good evening here?” And with barely a glance in our direction, he walked to the kitchen and helped himself to a drink of water.

  “All is just great,” said Sophie. “I'm going to bed.” She looked at me and then walked off to her room leaving me completely unsure about where I stood.

  Should I follow her? Should I go to my room?

  Should I send her a text from my room?

  Ben didn’t make an appearance; he’d presumably gone straight to his room, and it seemed as if he were avoiding Sophie.

  Before I made a decision, Carl was back on my side of the kitchen island and walking toward me with his eyes running up and down my clothes.

  I suddenly became very self conscious of my appearance.

  “For a minute there I thought you’d spilled food down your shirt. I’m not wanting to think about it being something else.” He stopped coming toward me. “Reassure me, bro. Because some things you can’t unsee.”

  “Fine,” I said. “We mucked about on the sofa, fighting over the TV remote. I spilled the dessert.”

  Carl had already turned away. “Good. I’m glad things went well for you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  SOPHIE

  The bike screeched to a sudden halt. The rider put a foot down on the tarmac. “Hey, Sophie. You’re here early.”

  “As if I don’t know it.” I rested my sketch pad and pencil on my knees. “And what’s your excuse?”

  Nathan got off his bike and pushed
it over toward the bench where I was sitting.

  “I just seem to be ahead of myself this morning, so I thought I’d get here early. It might give me the chance to dish out some fliers. And you, what are you doing here?”

  “Same. Just ahead of myself.” I didn’t want to tell Nathan that I hurried out of the house without speaking to anyone this morning. I left a note for Ben, who normally walked to school with me, telling him I’d left.

  After my dinner date with Adam, I felt more confused than ever. I didn’t think I could stand to walk and chat with Ben.

  “What fliers are you handing out?”

  Nathan sat down on the bench next to me and rummaged in his messenger bag. “These,” he said, pulling out a scrap of paper. “It’s not what it looks like. I know it looks like me handing out my phone number to hot guys I’d like to see naked.” Nathan grinned.

  I looked at the flier seeking life models and laughed. “Oh, I see. It looks a lot like a ploy to find guys and get them naked.”

  “Such is the life of an artist. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.” Nathan fanned his face with his hand. “And speaking of hot guys, where’s that stepbrother of yours? He’s normally beside you every morning when you arrive. He watches over you like a furious bodyguard. Has he already gone?”

  I blushed at the connection.

  “Don’t worry. Soph, I didn’t say I wanted to see him naked.”

  I guessed I was no good at keeping secrets because Nathan looked at my face and did a clear double take.

  “Sophie, is there something you want to tell me? And does it involve your naked brother?”

  “Stepbrother, if you don’t mind,” I insisted. The distinction was very important here and now. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “Darling, there’s nothing you can say that will be more embarrassing than some of the stuff I’ve done. We can compete for who’s done the most embarrassing shit if you like. But believe me, you won’t shock me. Okay,” Nathan drew the last word out extremely slowly. “Tell me about your naked stepbrother.”

  I cringed as I said, “Stepbrothers, Nathan. My naked stepbrothers. Plural.”

  “Oh, my god, Soph!” he screeched.

  “Nathan, I slept with Ben.” I felt if we were having if we were going to have this competition I would pull out my top scoring card straight away. Sure enough, he was stumped. His eyeballs looked ready to jump out of his face, and for once Nathan’s mouth fell open; he was lost for words. “Do I win? We didn’t agree on a prize, did we?”

  “Okay, you’ve got me there. I was not expecting that,” Nathan replied. “I'm gonna have to dig deep to find something embarrassing to top that one but don’t worry, I will.”

  I shook my head. “Oh, it doesn’t end there, Nathan. There’s more.”

  Nathan vibrated with excitement. “You didn’t! Tell me, you did? Are we talking all three together? Because my brain can’t cope with a story that hot this early.”

  Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t help laughing. Nathan was so excited and always funny. It was what I liked about him.

  “Nathan, I think I’ve messed up.”

  He pushed his flier back into the bag without taking his eyes off my face. “I expect it’s easy for things to go very wrong if you start having threesomes with your brothers. Oh, wait, there are three of them. Scratch that, foursomes with your brothers.”

  “Stepbrothers. And there were no threesomes or foursomes, but damn, Nathan. I didn’t need that thought in my mind.”

  I proceeded to recite how I’d slept with Ben the night before last and then laughed it off as if it were no big deal. Only after I told him, it seemed pretty plain from the look on Ben’s face that it was a big deal to him.

  “I didn’t know what to do or say because it was a big deal for me too, but it’s not as if we can start dating.”

  “I don’t see why not.” Nathan appeared to be agog for more of this story. “But you haven’t told me about naked stepbrothers, plural, yet.”

  “Last night I had a romantic dinner, just Adam and me, and one thing led to another.”

  Nathan’s eye grew to the size of saucers, almost as big as his wide open mouth. “You slept with another brother. That’s two, two nights in a row.”

  “We didn’t exactly sleep, Nate. In fact, I went off to my bed, and he went to his. He did send some very sweet texts to me in the night.” I ran my hand through my hair and let out a big sigh. “I didn’t get to say the wrong thing to Adam last night because he left me in no doubt that he wants more.”

  “More sex?”

  “No, well, maybe.” I giggled. “I mean, he wants a relationship. It was kind of clear when we were together, and then he spelled it out in the messages.”

  “Can I see them?”

  I hadn’t expected that. “No. They’re private.”

  “Oh.” Nathan sat back and tilted his head to give me one of the side-eye looks.

  “Not private like that. I mean they were just intended for me. They weren’t crude; they were sweet. And he says he wants a relationship of some sort with me.”

  Nathan tapped his fingers on the side of his messenger bag. “So your problem is he doesn’t know you slept with his brother just the night before?”

  “No. He knows about that. It doesn’t seem to bother him. He knows Ben wants a relationship with me too, but we didn’t get to talk about that.”

  “I see. Your family life is wilder than a story on the Jerry Springer show. So what do you want to do about it?”

  “I have no idea. I like them both. In fact, I like all three triplets, equally. If I had to choose, I think it would be impossible, and it would just ruin things as we all get along so well now.”

  “Do you want my opinion?” asked Nathan.

  Did I? I didn’t think so, but it looked like he was going to give it to me anyway, so I politely nodded. “Yes. What do you think?”

  “You know us gay boys have an undeserved reputation for being sluts. And I, for one, certainly like to play up to the stereotype of the gay boy who’s easy.” He placed both of his hands on his chest. “But, Soph, there’s sleeping around, and then there’s taking it beyond all limits of decency known to mankind. I think having a relationship with your stepbrother is over the line. But with two or three of them, that is over the top.”

  “I wasn’t thinking of dating all three of them,” I protested.

  “Weren’t you? Because that’s how it sounded to me. You can’t choose. You like them equally. And, honey, if the other two look like Ben, I’d be offering myself up to all three of them if I got the chance.”

  “Hey, now. Wait a minute. How come you can have a fantasy foursome with my boys and I can’t? That sounds a bit sexist. What’s the opposite of homophobic that means fear of straight group stuff?”

  Nathan laughed with his hand on his stomach as if I’d said something terribly funny.

  “What is it, Nate?”

  “I don’t care how many boys you have at one time, Soph. All power to you if you can do that. The problem is they’re your stepbrothers. That doesn’t bother me either, but what’ll your collective parents think?”

  I shrugged.

  “If your parents are anything like mine, then they’ll blame each other. And they’ll fight. A lot. You’ll be blamed by the boys' dad for seducing them. Your mom will blame the boys for corrupting you, and she’ll blame their dad for the boys’ terrible morals. It’ll turn out to be a big family bust-up.”

  I completely agreed with Nathan’s assessment of the situation. “I thought that too. And that’s if I only dated one of them. None of them has said they’d be happy if I dated two or three of them at the same time. We just haven’t had that conversation. I’ve never heard of that happening.”

  “Sophie, I love you to pieces, but sometimes you are all small-town, sheltered-life, girlfriend. I know a few people who’ve been down some sort of open relationship or menage path. Those things are more common than you’d realize. Peo
ple probably just don’t always announce it, so that you wouldn’t know.”

  I shook my head. Not disagreeing, but trying to dislodge the mental block I had over what Nathan was saying. “So in these group relationships, don’t people get jealous?”

  “Apparently not. I’m no expert. I haven’t done it myself.”

  “I can’t see how it would work.”

  “Well, I guess everyone involves discussed what they want, and they set ground rules. Much like a two-person relationship.” Nathan glanced at his watch. “This has certainly been fun, but we need to get to class, and I’ve got to get my bike locked up.”

  We stood up.

  “Thanks for your wisdom, Nathan.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CARL

  We never told Dad about Ben’s gay-bar go-go dancing days. We couldn’t imagine Dad approving of that. He thought Adam’s DJ job was a waste of time and talent, but Adam still managed to get top scores for all his papers so Dad couldn’t grumble too much.

  And then there was me. The youngest. I’d always been up for anything in the art world.

  I went out on wedding photography shoots a few times as a volunteer assistant. That was interesting, but not enough for me to want to do it on a regular basis. Weddings could be pretty boring.

  I’d entered every local photography exhibition or competition for which I was eligible, and that had turned out to be quite a few. So I’d sold some photos and won about twenty dollars in prize money.

  Naturally, in my first year of college, when they required life models for the art courses, I put my name down. There are a surprisingly large number of people willing to take their clothes off in front of complete strangers for relatively little money, so I hadn’t been called upon that often. I sit for a class a few times each semester.

  My brothers and I threw ourselves into extracurricular activities. We could afford to try out many things, whether they paid well or not. We were fortunate that we didn’t depend on the money from our part-time jobs.

  We didn’t need the money, but life was about experiences, and we wanted to pack them in.