HUGE 3D: A MFMM MENAGE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 5)
Table of Contents
Copyright
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
HUGE 3D
A MFMM STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE
BY
STEPHANIE BROTHER
© 2017 Stephanie Brother
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
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CONTENTS
Copyright
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Read Jessie and Ryan’s story in Billion Dollar Daddy
Copyright
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Stephanie Brother
DESCRIPTION
Everyone calls them the 3D brothers.
Dane, Dylan, and Drew are triplets. It’s almost impossible to tell them apart.
Dark.
Daring.
Defined.
They leave me dazed.
The other D’s I hear whispered on the wind are what make me hotter than a BBQ in Satan’s backyard. Devilish.
Depraved.
Deviant.
I know they like to share more than just a family bucket of KFC and I can’t help but wish it was me they thought was finger licking good. It’s the other D’s that come to mind that leave me Delirious. I’ve seen them in their boxers, sauntering around the house like I’m not even there. I try not to look but Damn! Then I overhear them talking and suddenly I find out I’m the object of their Desire and it’s time to make a Decision that will change my life for good.
PROGLOGUE
Everyone calls them the 3D brothers.
Dane, Dylan, and Drew are triplets. It’s almost impossible to tell them apart.
Dark. Daring. Defined. They leave me dazed.
The other D’s I hear whispered on the wind are what make me hotter than a BBQ in Satan’s backyard. Devilish. Depraved. Deviant.
I’ve heard the whispers about the size of things I should know nothing about. I’ve seen them walking around my house in boxers and I get the feeling the rumors are true. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about what they’re packing in their pants. They’re my stepbrothers for goodness sake, but I can’t help myself.
Their midnight-eyes hint at dangerous pleasures.
Dangerous because I know they like to share and taking part in that kind of thing can get a girl a reputation that she can’t ever escape from.
Dangerous because I have a feeling that once you get touched by the 3D brothers, you will be ruined for any other man who comes after.
Dangerous because my mom has finally found a man she can trust- Dane, Dylan, and Drew’s father- and I can’t risk messing it up for her.
Or can I?
1
“It must be pure torture.” The smirk on Falon’s face is enough to make me want to slap it right off her.
Jordan slaps his thigh, already pretty hammered from his three strawberry margaritas. “Look at the girl blush! She looks like a damn tomato, Falon! She’s the color of my margarita!”
I flip them both off, the bass thrumming deep in my body as I slide off the barstool. “Just because you two fantasize about fucking them, doesn’t mean I do. I’m practically like their little sister.”
I glance across the dance floor at the Red Devil, where we decided to hang out tonight and find myself unable to tear my gaze away from them.
The 3D Brothers. Dane, Dylan, and Drew Mason. Did I mention they’re sort of like my brothers?
Dane is high-fiving Drew over Dylan’s head, the three of them flashing their matching million-watt smiles at the group of cheerleaders draped all around them with their eyes all glazed over. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, I mean, it’s not like anything could ever happen between me and, well, any one of the boys. Mom’s been dating their dad, Richard Mason, for a while now. The goofy look on her face is enough to keep me in my own lane. After the way Dad treated us—cheating on Mom and then happy to leave us behind to play house with his new love—I don’t dare screw anything up for her. She’s happy again, and that makes me happy.
It’s just that…it’s hard not to imagine what being passed around between the three brothers would be like. They like that, you see.
Sharing.
The thought makes me shiver.
“Milly. Earth to Milly! See, Jordan? I told you she’s full of shit,” Falon says, teasing me as she swirls her straw arou
nd in her mojito. “Face the facts, girl. You’re totally eye-fucking them right now.”
“No way,” I say, putting my hands on my hips. “I don’t get what everyone sees in them, anyway. They’re just three brainless jocks with their own fan club. It’s kinda ridiculous, if you ask me.” I shrug and Falon and Jordan both shake their heads at me before Jordan points out a cute dude in his sociology class. My mind slips from the conversation a bit, and settles into watching the 3Ds from afar, slowly sipping on my own beer as they carry on laughing and nudging each other in front of the handful of girls and a few stupid jock friends from school.
It’s like I’m completely fucking invisible over here. Neither Dane, Dylan, or Drew seem to know I even exist. They probably didn’t realize I came in, what with their raving fans and all.
I’m so deep in my own head that it takes me a moment to realize that someone standing right in front of my face. I don’t know how long the guy’s been there, but there’s an expectant look on his face, and I’m not sure I want to find out why.
“Howdy,” he says, tipping his head me. “You wanna dance?” He juts his thumb toward the dance floor in the middle of the bar. I take in his sloppy appearance—guy’s easily in his late forties and drunk as hell—and slowly shake my head.
The expectancy changes to something resembling confusion. “’Scuse me?”
Dammit, I really didn’t want to have to deal with some old drunk dude tonight… “I’m not really in the dancing mood,” I explain. “I’m sorry.”
For some reason, the guy thinks it’s okay to lean in toward me, whiskey thick on his heavy breath. “Are you turning me down, baby?”
Both Falon and Jordan turn back to me, and I can feel their glares.
“I’m not your baby,” I reply coolly.
A muscle twitches in the guy’s face, and he exhales, the stank of it hitting me square in the face. If he wasn’t being a total dick, maybe I’d offer the guy a mint or two. “You got a nasty little attitude, you know that? Bitches like you think they can talk to people however the hell they feel like it, no consequences or nothin’.”
Their presence is known before he even gets a chance to turn around. All three of them are standing there with their thick corded arms folded over their broad chests, essentially blockading the guy in. He’s not too much shorter than them, but he realizes in an instant that he’s no match.
“I don’t suppose you want to take a hike, asshole?” Drew says, tilting his head to the side, his dark eyes piercing.
The man eagerly throws his hands up, not even able to stare them down. “Look, I don’t want any trouble, okay? I was just leaving…”
“Damn right you were,” Dylan mumbles, moving aside for the man to leave without another word. All three of them share a quick glance before looking down at me on my barstool.
Anger boils up inside of me, threatening to spill over. “What the hell was that all about? I totally had it covered!” I say, furious that they had the nerve to try and step in to save the day. Leave it to the fucking Masons to act like knights on white horses.
“Really? Because it looked to me like he was being a douchebag to you,” Drew says, smirking, his dimple visible even in the dim bar. Goddammit, why did they have to be so damn sexy?
“I’m leaving,” I mutter to my friends before they have a chance to say anything, grabbing my purse and throwing it over my shoulder before I storm out of the place.
I stick my hand out at the curb, trying to hail one of the yellow taxis whizzing by, but someone pulls it down gently and ducks out of the way before I nearly smack them.
“Stop following me!” I shriek, staring up at Dane, who’s leveling me with a patient look.
“We can’t just let you go like that. At least let us come with you. Dad would kill us if we didn’t.”
I sigh, watching as one of the taxis slows to a stop in front of us right as Dylan and Drew catch up. “Fine. Whatever.”
I yank open the door to the cab, glaring over my shoulder at the three of them before sliding in.
Dane hops into the front passenger seat while Dylan and Drew sit on either side of me, wearing matching amused grins. I try to pretend I don’t notice how close they’re pressed against me by scowling, but judging by the way they’re both refusing to ditch the smiles, I’m not sure I’m doing the greatest job.
It’s a warm night and I silently thank god when the guys roll down their windows, the cool breeze whipping my dark hair all around my face, and even ruffling Drew and Dane’s longer shaggier hair. Dylan shaves his head, but keeps the sexy scruff on his face—not that I notice or anything…
When we finally make it back to the house, I storm off to my room, slamming the door behind me for good measure, but truthfully, it’s not because I’m still angry with them. I mean, I sorta am, but it’s more because I couldn’t stand the thought of being pressed between Dylan and Drew any longer without needing my own personal break.
Downstairs, I hear the back door fly open and three heavy pairs of footsteps leading out to the pool deck. Cracking open the window, I get a clear view of the three of them stripping down to their boxers, their pants hanging on the deck railing before they hop into the lit-up pool.
My breath catches in my throat and it’s all I can do to keep my hand out of my underwear as I watch them swimming around, tag-teaming each other by way of dunking.
I’m close enough to just barely make out snippets of their loud conversation over the water splashing. I lean in, ducking down so they don’t see me, and listen, biting my lip.
“I don’t know man. She’s so outside of our usual,” one of them, maybe Dylan, says.
“That’s what makes it so much better. God, she fucking drives me crazy. How many times have we had this conversation?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. It doesn’t help that we have to see her all the time. Did you see what she was wearing? God. Damn!”
The three of them start whooping and laughing even louder, and I sink down all the way to the floor, jealousy running right through me.
Whoever this girl is that drove all three of the Mason boys crazy, is one lucky bitch. I fucking hate her already.
2
By the time I make it down to the kitchen table for breakfast, everyone is already finishing up the waffles my Mom has made, syrup and plates all pretty much empty.
“Seriously? Did you have to finish the syrup?” I grumble to no one in particular, hunched in front of the pantry. I frown at the half-empty boxes of cereal and reach for the instant oatmeal instead, sighing.
“Sorry, Mills,” Drew says from the table, rubbing his stomach. Ugh, do they ever wear shirts? How is a girl supposed to think around here with all those torsos on show? “Dylan took out like six fucking waffles all by himself. Plus, I had like…what, eight?” he teases, stretching his arms out over his head. No matter how fast I try and dart my eyes away from his straining biceps, he catches me staring at him anyway. The resulting grin makes me want to scream.
“Sorry about that, Milly,” Dylan calls from the living room over the TV. “Guess you should’ve woken up before eleven.”
I grit my teeth and hunt down a bowl for my oatmeal.
Dane comes up next to me, giving me somewhat of an apologetic smile. Out of the three of them, Dane, the oldest triplet, is like the big teddy bear. “I can run to the store and get some more syrup if you want.”
He’s standing close enough that I can feel his warm breath ghosting across my shoulders. I become incredibly aware of just how thin this tank top and shorts set is. If Dane so much as looks down, he’ll get a bird’s eye view of my nipples hardening. Subconsciously, I squeeze my thighs together, both hoping he doesn’t look down and desperate to see if he does. “No, that’s okay. It’s not really a big deal,” I mumble, licking my lips as he shrugs and walks away.
If the three of them knew the kind of effect they have on me…well, I think it might blow their minds.
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After hel
ping them work outside all afternoon in the yard, Mom and Richard decide to cook out on the brand-new grill. The smell of the hamburgers and hot dogs sizzling across patio is enough to make me drool.
Almost as much as watching Dane, Dylan, and Drew strip their sweaty tank-tops off and lie back on the pool lounge chairs under the hot sun. I have to tear my gaze from them when I realize I’m staring. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I think Dylan is watching me through his dark sunglasses, a sexy smirk on his chiseled face. Damnit.
Pretending to swat away a mosquito, I quickly turn away toward the table. “Is there anything you need me to do, Mom?”
She wipes at her forehead. “No, baby. I think we got it. Why don’t you go ahead and grab some food? Richie has the meat done over there, and the potato salad and baked beans are all ready to go here,” she says, settling the big white bowl on the patio table. My stomach rumbles.
“Quick, Milly,” Richard calls out to me from the grill, nodding in my direction. He flips the next burger onto its respective bun and I can’t help but laugh as he hands me the plate behind his back, the smoke billowing up from the grill. “Make sure you grab another one before the guys get to them. You know how they are,” he says, giving me a knowing smile.
I nod, thinking about just this morning. “Oh yeah. They’re pigs. Thanks, Richard.” Pigs…and then some.
Speak of the devil, and here come the three of them now, shoving at each other to be the first to grab the food. Mom just shakes her head and smiles, meeting my gaze with a playful eye-roll. She always wanted boys, she said. Not that my stepbrothers are really boys anymore. Not with those thick muscles and the stubble. Not with the way their wet swim trunks happen to perfectly outline what they’ve got going on down below. My stepbrothers are definitely men. Physically at least. The way they behave…not so much!
“Hey, watch it, assholes!” Drew grumbles at the other two as he gets pushed back behind them.
Dylan catches me glaring at them, his eyes narrowing at the food on my plate as I take a seat. “Why does Milly get food before us?” he whines.
And I’m just their annoying little sister, I guess.