Triple Sext: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Accidental Stepbrother Book 4) Read online

  Triple Sext

  By

  Stephanie Brother

  © 2019 Stephanie Brother

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  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.

  Edited by:

  Teresa Banschbach

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  About Stephanie Brother

  Thanks for checking out my new release. This is book four in the Accidental Stepbrother Series:

  The Accidental Stepbrother series:

  Book #1 - Forbidden Sext - amazon.com/dp/B07C4ZTXWR

  Book #2 - Sext Me - amazon.com/dp/B07HL2P8NW

  Book #3 - Dirty Sext - amazon.com/dp/B07HQWVY8G

  Book #4 - Triple Sext - Out now!

  They are all standalone novels, which can be read in any order.

  Here's what reviewers are saying about The Accidental Stepbrother series:

  Hacking can be a form of love!

  This was an incredible book. Following a slight crush to a guy just trying to find answers to why a girl hates him. Playing on feelings only to fall in love. A surprise pregnancy leading to a happily ever after.

  If you love contemporary college romance, this is the book for you.

  Awesome book!

  This was a really great book. Love the story line and the way the author keeps you interested. The hot hot steamy sex scenes are awesome too! Will definitely check out other books from this author.

  Gotta read this book!

  They are in college and he hacks into her computer and he doesn't find a thing on her except the dating site. They chat for a while and they decide to meet. Her Mom is coming to visit and when she does it's a big huge surprise it was a great book this series is awesome.

  Fun Hot Read!

  Another sweet,passionate,heart hugging taboo story from the Queen of Step Brother Romance! I love this college based lovefest,with its strong well developed characters,fast paced feel, a sprinkling of drama and copious amounts of hotness!

  As Always I look forward to more taboo goodness in the future!!

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  Triple Sext…

  Is my perfect match on campus one guy or three?

  I had a filthy fantasy. One so bad that the night before going to college, I had the wildest dream about the all-star football player falling at my feet. I was brought down to reality as I soon found out that life at NYU didn’t turn out the way that I hoped. All the social clubs that I joined were a bust and my roommate turned out to be far from my friend, but a bully that I needed to get as far away from as possible.

  Suddenly, I got a text.

  Not any ordinary text, but one so dirty that it drove my mind wild.

  It messed with me.

  So, I responded.

  And that’s how the texting relationship started and as the texts got dirtier there was only one thing on my mind... who was this guy?

  Or was it three guys?

  The message tone changed depending on the time of day.

  The ones I got first thing in the morning, were so hot that they could turn steel bars into pools of molten metal.

  The ones in the afternoon were even better but just… different.

  And the texts I got in the evening were so damn dirty I could barely sleep without putting my hands between my thighs.

  They were so addictive that I agreed to meet this Casanova of the text world. I had one worry, though.

  What if it was three guys?

  What was I going to do with all three of them at once?

  Author´s Note:

  Triple Sext is a stand-alone reverse harem with a mixture of bullying, romance, humor, and even suspense. There are multiple partner scenes, so make sure that not only is your Kindle ready, but you have a towel nearby too as you read this standalone HEA.

  Prologue

  Celia

  I walked to the mailbox outside of the little campsite that had grown over the last couple of decades. This is where my family lived, where I’d grown up. And in that mailbox, there should be a letter. A letter that would bring us all hope. Hope that we would one day get out of this dry little patch of the Iowa countryside and into something better.

  I glanced back at the collection of small trailers, all older than most of the inhabitants inside of them. This is what my family had been reduced to.

  It was all because of my dad. If that letter held the news I hoped for, I could help to make it all right again, for all of us.

  Not that it was really my dad’s fault, what happened. He’d been the unlucky child to inherit the gene for Huntington’s Disease that his dad passed to him. Out of two sisters and three brothers, my dad was the only one to lose the game of Russian Roulette his parents had unwittingly played.

  He and my granddad became ill at the same time. That’s when the family found out about the illness that would take both of them from us when I was five years old.

  My dad was thirty-one when he and my mom had me. Well into the range when the disease starts to show up. His first symptoms were uncontrolled movements, tics, and jerks that confused us all. When my granddad developed the same symptoms, they went to the doctor.

  Over the next few years, the terrible disease brought impairments that affected both men horribly. My granddad’s gait became unbalanced, and his eyes would move involuntarily. Dad lost the ability to speak or swallow. He died from pneumonia eventually, and I think my granddad died of a broken heart. He’d given his son the awful disease, although he hadn’t done it on purpose.

  My granddad had been adopted. He hadn’t known his genetic history when he married and had children. Like a good dad, however, he felt the full weight of the burden he’d passed on.

  The family had pooled their funds together, to try to find treatment for my granddad and dad. It had bankrupted them all because there was no cure for the disease. Each of my dad’s siblings had taken on the burden of caring not only for their dad but for their brother too. We stuck together like that.

  When the disease was discovered, I was tested for the gene that caused the gruesome death that all people with the disease faced. I was lucky. I dodged that bullet and didn’t carry the gene. I didn’t know it at the time, but I learned about it when I got a little older.

  We lost two family members that year, but all I can remember is dad went away, and we all moved into these old trailers my granddad had kept on some property he owned.

  He’d worked hard all his life, and he took over the business my Nan’s dad had passed on to her when he died. They’d had to sell the trailer park when my granddad became ill, and the houses were all mortgaged. This property was some my granddad bought to put the old trailers on. They were too old for him to rent out anymore, but he didn’t have anything he could do with them, so he’d parked them up
here. The family all moved in not long after my granddad’s funeral, and we were still here, after 13 years.

  Now, I had a chance to make it all right. To make it better. And to get us out of here. If only that mailbox held the right letter. I’d worked hard throughout my high school education, and I’d stayed focused on my goals. I’d earned enough scholarships that most of my education would be paid for. Not all of it, but most. I’d have to make up the rest somehow when I graduate next month.

  I’d waited a long time for this letter, and it was finally time. It was the fifth day of April, surely that had been long enough for the letter to have come from New York.

  I heard the squeak of a rusted swing that hung from the only tree on the property. The family had planted plenty, but the darned things just wouldn’t grow out here. We couldn’t even get grass to grow on the property, so everything was always dusty, no matter how many times you might swipe a cloth over things. I glanced back again, at the six trailers that were faded to a light shade of the color that had once been bright.

  My Nan’s trailer was pink now. Uncle Mark’s was a light beige. Uncle Allan’s was almost mint green, while Aunt Irene’s was a light blue. Aunt Jenna and my momma’s trailers were almost completely white, but there was a hint of the light gray they used to be.

  They all worked and they all did their best in the down-graded life they’d found themselves in. It had taken a long time to pay off the medical bills and the funeral bills. The last bill for Dad’s medical care would be paid off this summer. Then the rest would be used to send me off to school.

  I opened the flap on the gunmetal gray mailbox and looked inside. There was a large stack of letters, but there on top, was the one I’d waited so long for. Ernie, our mailman, knew I’d been waiting on it and he’d put it there on top for me.

  I didn’t do that whole movie thing, where people stare at the letter, anxious about what was inside. I didn’t carry it in the house to share the news with the family. Nope, I opened that sucker up, skimmed the lines for the word I wanted to see and fell to the ground.

  “You have been accepted…”

  That was all I needed to see. I’d been accepted, and relief flooded through me as tears of joy began to run down my face. I could finally do something that would help us all. I was going to NYU. I was going to study pre-med, and if it all worked out, I’d get a master’s degree in neuroscience. I’d be able to lift my family out of this poverty, and into a new life. A life where I might be able to find a cure for the disease that had caused us all this misery.

  Chapter One

  Celia

  It was my last night in the trailer that I’d called home for far too long. I didn’t celebrate, not the way most kids my age would. There were no parties, no tearful goodbyes planned. Just me, on my own, the same as always. Nothing new really.

  I spent most nights at home like this. I fantasized about all the boys I’d meet when I finally made it to New York. During the day, I studied and worked my ass off, but at night, alone in my room, I let my fantasies run wild.

  I’d dream about sitting on a bench, the air cool and damp, the threat of snow just enough to make you want to curl up with your crush and cuddle as leaves fell around you. All the magic of autumn would combine as I made out with the all-star football hunk or even the all-star geek if there was such a thing. He’d snuggle up to me and whisper to me about how very much he wanted me.

  He wouldn’t want the hot cheerleader who managed to fuck the whole football team just to get a piece of the star player. He wouldn’t want the hot sorority leader either; the popular one that every guy wanted. Oh no. He wanted only me.

  Plain, simple Celia O’Donnell, the one that no one noticed back in high school. But now, at the university I’d dreamed that I’d get into, this magical, mythical guy would notice me, and he would want me, desperately.

  I would look at him and think that I was the luckiest girl alive and that I’d give him what I’d saved for so long. We would date for six months before I gave him my most special gift and college life would be pretty cool.

  Reality infiltrated as a sharp gust blew against a loose edge of the paneling on the trailer. I was so damn anxious. I’d worked like a crazy person to not only get into NYU but since I’d known that my mom couldn’t afford it, so I’d done everything I could to get scholarships and financial aid to pay for it and to make it all possible.

  I wanted a boyfriend more than anything as I set out on this new phase of my life. I was eighteen years old and I’d never had a boyfriend. It was ridiculous, really, but I’d been far too busy with work and keeping my grades up, while I begged for scholarships to have anything to do with boys. Now, I’d get the education I wanted and a boyfriend. I couldn’t wait for the sun to rise so I could get on my way.

  I pretended now, as I’d done so often when I’d come home to an empty trailer. Mom worked all the hours that she could to provide for me and to try to help me save up for the years of education that I now faced.

  A wave of guilt flushed over my skin as I thought about the fantasy man I longed for. Mom was at work to feed me and send me to school and all I could do was think about a stupid boy. Maybe I should be focused on what classes I had to take and how I’d get around in a place that was so completely unfamiliar, instead of on having sex with a fantasy guy, I told myself.

  Tomorrow, I’d leave Mom, my hometown, and I’d go out into the world on my own. An adult to most of the world, but still little more than a teenager. I’d be left to make my own decisions, my own mistakes, and the only person I could blame would be myself. Mom would be back here, counting on me to succeed. I couldn’t let her down.

  Still, it was nice to think about the possibilities. Maybe I would have a nice, young, hot professor, I thought. The thrill of the naughty idea made me bite my lip with glee. More than likely all my professors would be old men and women, with less sex appeal than a potato that had sprouted. That made me laugh, and I rolled over in bed to stare up at the faded glow in the dark circles on my bedroom ceiling.

  Mom and I had put those up there when I was five, and after all these years, there was still a little bit of glow left. I sighed because I knew the day I’d worked so hard for was just a few hours away. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate on my fantasy boyfriend or any of the million other thoughts that flitted through my mind.

  I pushed the sheet down from my body, the night was still too hot for even that light cover in late August. I’d get up, watch some TV or read a book, but I was desperate to sleep. I wanted the hours to disappear as I dreamed of what was to come. I wanted tomorrow to be now.

  Throughout my high school career, I’d been the studious one, the one that spent more time asleep, so she could be fresh for the next day of class, instead of up hours early to work on her hair and makeup. I wasn’t advertising for a teenaged boyfriend to marry and have kids with before we’d even hit the 20-year mark. I had bigger plans than that.

  I wanted a career that meant I didn’t have to rely on anyone else, ever. I wanted a homemade of bricks and mortar, not cheap lumber and thin aluminum. I wanted a bathroom where the floor didn’t sag and a kitchen that had appliances that worked. I wanted a life that wasn’t complicated with struggles. I wanted the life Mom couldn’t give me even though she had tried.

  And while I worked at it, I’d finally let myself look at boys. I’d finally find a real boyfriend, not the fantasy kind I’d dreamed about for so long. I’d be wanted, loved, adored and it would be perfect.

  Chapter Two

  Celia

  “Celia!” I heard someone whisper my name loudly but thought it must be a dream because I was still asleep.

  I was exhausted, I thought. Go back to sleep, girl.

  “Celia!” This time, it was louder and accompanied by the thunk of a pillow over my head.

  I scrambled up, my arm out to defend my head. “Mom, stop! I’m trying to sleep!”

  Even as I said it, thoughts started to filter into my
head. She only used the pillow when I absolutely had to wake up. Otherwise, she’d have just left me to sleep in my own version of zombie land.

  “Celia, it’s late, you have to get up!” She stood over me, hands on her hips, arms akimbo as I gaped up at her.

  “The bus!” I screamed out as I realized that if I didn’t get on the bus that would take me to the Big Apple, then I’d be stuck in Iowa missing the first week of my new life. My mom could only afford to get one bus ticket, and if I missed this bus then I’d be stuck here. I had worked all summer to get extra money, but that was supposed to keep me going while I was at school. I couldn’t miss that bus.

  I’d worked all summer because I knew one thing was for sure, New York wasn’t cheap. I’d known that I would need as much money as possible to live there, which was why part of me felt guilty about going to school there. There were other choices. Closer choices. But they didn’t have the prestige or reputation of NYU for me and I knew that once I completed my studies then I could get a job that would see Mom and I both living well.

  I jumped up to have a shower, my last one in the bathroom with the saggy floor and sped through the usual shower routine. I didn’t take the time to condition my hair, today, I just washed it and carried on with the routine. I almost fell when I got out, but managed to brush my teeth, brushed my wet blond hair into a dreadful bun, and then hopped into my bedroom to dress. I threw on the clothes I’d set out the night before, ready to get on the road.

  “That was quick!” Mom gasped as I walked into the living room of the tiny trailer.

  “Had to be,” I said, a little breathless. Beggars can’t be choosers in this life, and I didn’t run for much in my life, but I did today. I had a lot to run for today.