HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance Page 4
“I’ll give her something to help her relax,” Jason says.
He takes my hand from his cock and then shifts closer until his knee is touching my neck.
“Open those pretty lips of yours,” he says, sliding the wet head of his cock over my mouth. I lick out at him as Austin pushes harder, stroking my clit. I’m distracted, trying to open my jaw wide enough to let Jason in. He’s so huge and so hot, pushing over my tongue so I can taste his excitement. As he bumps against the back of my throat, Austin finally slips an inch or so inside me.
“Ohhhh,” I gasp, mouth full of dick. The sound must vibrate nicely over Jason because he moans.
“Oh fuck,” he says at exactly the same time as his brother. They both roll their hips in the same rhythm, Austin pushing deeper and Jason being careful not to make me gag. I stroke my tongue over the underside of Jason’s cock, loving the sound he makes when I hit a sensitive spot.
My pussy’s on fire as Austin bottoms out, the soft skin of my labia pulled tight around the girth of his cock. I wish I could see what it looks like to be spread so wide. I bet he has a great view. I bet he’s watching as his cock comes close to tearing me open, enjoying the slick slide of it, in and out.
Jason’s hand is in my hair, gripping lightly in a way that speaks of control but doesn’t force it. I can taste how turned on he is as pre-cum coats my tongue. Austin pushes my knees up high, driving in deeper, grazing my clit with every thrust. I’ve never felt so owned in my life. I guess I’ve never wanted to be, but here, with these two amazing men, I give my body over to their whims.
“You like that, Katelin?” Austin says, putting my ankles over his shoulders and bearing down on me. I can’t reply and I can’t even nod because Jason is holding me tight.
“She loves it,” Jason says. “I can hear how slick she is.”
“Yeah,” Austin hisses. “She’s so slippery. It feels so damn good.”
“Should I turn her over?” Jason asks.
“Yeah. Turn her over so I can see her peachy ass.”
I go from being totally filled to empty in a second. My jaw tingles and my pussy throbs but I don’t want to stop. I miss them being inside me. Jason rolls me to the side and tells me to get up on my hands and knees. I do as he asks and Austin comes in close behind me, pushing himself straight back in. With my mouth still empty I can cry out. I’m expecting Jason to get into position straight away. Instead, he strokes my bottom lip with his thumb.
“I know you wanted to be blindfolded,” he says quietly, “but I really want to see your eyes while you suck me off.”
I nod, wanting the same thing too. He eases the fabric from my face and I blink as my eyes adjust to the low light.
“Hey pretty girl,” he says lazily and I smile. Gazing up at him, I take in his golden skin and rippling abs. His upper thighs are slightly paler and I am utterly fascinated by the sight of his cock. So huge I actually gasp to think I managed to take that into my mouth. He holds it by the root and strokes up and down. “You ready for your meat feast,” he says, grinning at his lameness.
Austin snorts from behind me. “Smooth bro,” he says, gripping my ass as he begins to move in earnest. I have to brace myself so I don’t fall forward and Jason puts a hand on my shoulder to stabilize me.
When he shifts closer, I lick out at his dick, glancing the very tip with my tongue. “Greedy,” he says, sounding very pleased. In a second my mouth is stuffed, the taste of his arousal sweet and salty. I look up at him, holding his gaze as he moves in and out of my mouth. “That looks so fucking good,” he says, stroking my hair.
“You should see this,” Austin says, swatting my ass as he grinds into me.
I want to tell them that it’s me who’s getting the treat, that it’s me whose fantasy is becoming reality. They have no idea how amazing this is for me. As they climb towards their release, their cocks begin to swell at the same time. I can feel the tremble in Jason’s legs and the desperation in the grasp of Austin’s fingers. I know they are about to lose control. I’m so lost in the feelings of power and submission that I don’t expect to climax as they come, but I do. It’s a different feeling this time. A slow, steady pulse of pleasure that keeps washing over me like waves lapping at the shore.
“That’s it,” Austin grunts, leaning over me as he comes, holding me around my waist and breathing hot and fast on my spine. Jason’s eyes are wide as he comes, pulling back so I can watch the hot streams pulsing over his clenched fingers. My arms go weak and I slump down onto the bed with Austin half over me like a casually tossed blanket. Jason collapses into a heap too. Our collective panting is so loud that I can’t help but laugh. A big bubble of happy feeling wells up inside me; a mixture of release and relief and outright joy.
Jason grins at me, stroking my face and pressing a kiss on my lips.
Austin drapes his big arm around me and cups my right breast, holding it tightly and proprietarily in his palm. As he squeezes, he kisses my shoulder.
“You did good, baby girl,” he says.
“Yeah, pretty damn amazing for a first time,” Jason says.
“It wasn’t my first time,” I scoff.
“First time with two,” Jason corrects.
Austin squeezes my breast again, his touch starting to feel more exploratory than sexual. He stops kissing my back and goes still except for his hand.
Jason must notice because he watches Austin’s fingers and I start to feel uncomfortable.
“Katelin,” Austin says. “Do you ever check your breasts?”
Everything in me goes still. His voice is so serious.
“You a doctor now?” I say, trying to make light of the situation. I tug his hand away and sit up and so does he.
“Not yet,” he says. “I’m an Oncology major.”
I look at him aghast, not because I thought he was dumb or that I’m worried he might be lying but because I suddenly realize he might have found something that will change my life forever.
4
Oh my god. I’m freaking out. This has nothing to do with the sex. Nothing to do with feeling bad for having the most fucking amazing night of my life. Nothing to do with the fact that I really like these guys and they are going to be leaving town in a few weeks.
Austin thinks I have a lump in my breast and it’s not just the hormone thing that I was putting it down to.
I knew it was there. I felt it a few weeks ago while I was in the shower, but my breasts are lumpy. They feel different at certain times of the month so I explained it away. I was due to get my period and then I forgot about it.
But Austin thinks I need to get it checked out.
I’m pulling my panties on and I can feel the twins watching me. I grab my bra from the floor and slip it on, then step into my dress and tug the clingy fabric up my body. I want to feel my breast and see if what he’s saying is right, but what the fuck do I know. I may know my body but I’m no oncology major.
Fuck.
“Katelin,” Austin says from behind me. He’s gotten up from the bed and is pulling on some shorts that must have been lying around.
“Just don’t,” I say firmly, as my throat closes with the burn of tears that I do not intend to let go in front of them. This whole situation feels so wrong. I don’t want them feeling sorry for me. What we just did was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. They’re amazing. I felt amazing.
But none of that is going to matter now because all they’re going to remember about me is that I might be sick. That makes me feel about as unsexy as I have ever felt in my entire life. Even in my clothes I feel naked.
“Hey,” Jason says. “Just take a deep breath, Katelin. Austin isn’t giving you a diagnosis, okay. He’s just telling you that you shouldn’t ignore what’s there. Get yourself checked out.”
“I heard what he said,” I hiss. I know that I shouldn’t be angry with Jason. I shouldn’t be angry with either of them, but I’m so damn scared that I don’t know what to do with myself. They don’t
know the history of my family. They have no idea what this could mean for me.
I suck in a deep breath and hold it. I wrap my arms around myself and find that I can’t move from the position of stillness that I’ve created. Moving would mean facing things. Leaving this room will mean that I have to tell mom. It’ll mean I have to actually do something and that something could change everything.
A terrible thought suddenly crosses my mind. What if tonight was the universes offering of good before I’m faced with an epic ton of shit? What if I was given a chance to live out my fantasies because this is it for me? Everything is about to go downhill.
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder which makes me curl in on myself. I don’t want to cry but I’m not strong enough to hold it in. My chest hitches as I finally give in to the panic and sadness and utter fear. Austin turns me and pulls me against his chest, holding me tightly as though he wants to help hold me together. Jason is there too, his big kind hand rubbing my back soothingly. I know they are probably looking at each other, communicating in their weird learned-in-the-womb language, but I can’t bring myself to care. I soak up their reassuring strength and closeness. I do what I crave and breath in Austin’s scent and somehow, just the smell of him makes me feel safer.
“It’s okay,” Jason says. “Let it all out.”
And I do, until there is nothing left. I’m wrung out.
It’s Jason who finally draws me away from his brother and picks me up. He carries me into the bathroom and sets me on the counter. He finds a clean washcloth, wets it and hands it to me so that I can wipe my face. He watches everything with his serious eyes and when I’m done, he kisses me gently on the mouth.
“It might be nothing,” he says.
“I think it’s something.”
His expression darkens but he cups my cheek. “You don’t know that. You’re gonna have to take each stage as it comes otherwise you’ll keep getting upset when there might be nothing to worry about.”
I know he’s right but my stomach is tight with dread.
“I need to go home now,” I say.
“We’ll drive you.” Jason picks me up and carries me out into the den. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face there, happy to let go and allow myself to be taken care of for a change. Austin already has my coat, shoes, and purse and is waiting by the front door. He turns to open the door and then we make our way back to the car. For a moment I think about the twin’s family and whether anyone might be looking out of a window. I can’t imagine what a strange picture we must make.
When I’m settled in the car – Jason gets in the back with me this time – Austin reverses out of the drive. Just as we’re about to pull away, Austin stops the car and lowers his window. I’m curled into Jason so I don’t immediately see who he’s talking to but I recognize the voice immediately.
“Hey guys,” Bryan says, sounding jovial and I freeze.
“Hey Bryan,” Austin says breezily.
“Where are you guys going?”
“Just taking a friend home.”
“A friend?” Bryan says. “You guys don’t waste any time.”
“Chill, dude,” Austin says. It’s almost dawn and the car certainly isn’t dark inside. I know if Bryan tries to look at who’s in the back with Jason, he’ll see me. It takes me until this moment for the penny to finally drop here. Bryan must be the family that the twins are visiting. I’m such an idiot for not asking them. I got wrapped up in my lust and their likeness to a sexy comic book character, and disregarded what was right in front of me.
“Okay, man,” Bryan says. “You gonna come in for breakfast when you get back?”
“Sure,” Austin says.
It’s quiet for a moment and I still have my face buried against Jason but when I hear my name I realize that Bryan was nosy enough to peek inside the car. My face may be covered, but my hair is such a giveaway that it’s me.
“Katelin?” He sounds so confused. “Katelin, is that you?”
I don’t want to raise my head. I know I look like shit and I’m certainly not up to any kind of questioning at this point in time, but I can’t just pretend I’m not here.
“Hey, Bryan,” I say.
I watch as a whole raft of expressions pass over his face.
“You know my brothers?” he says, looking so confused I actually feel sorry for him. That’s before I take exactly what he just said.
“Brothers?” My voice is a little too high pitched.
“Half-brothers,” Jason says gently.
“We went to The Red Devil,” Austin says. “We went out for a drink.”
“And came back with a girl?” Bryan says.
There is a moment of silence after he speaks that is so deafening that I actually get the urge to scream. No one says anything. Bryan is looking between us all as though he doesn’t want to believe what is running through his mind. He’s friends with Ethan and Nathan so it’s not as though threesomes are something alien to him.
In the end, it’s Austin who breaks the silence.
“We’ve gotta drive Katelin home now. We’ll be back in a little bit.”
“I can take her home,” Bryan blurts out. He sounds angry, as though he feels like he needs to get me away from these people he knows are practical strangers to me.
“That’s okay,” I say. “I’m in this car now. But I’ll speak to you tomorrow, okay?”
He looks torn, as though half of him wants to object and insist, but the other half is still unsure about what the fuck is going on.
“Okay,” he says eventually. “If that’s what you want.”
I nod, and Austin and Jason say goodbye to their brother and the car moves off down the street. It’s deathly silent. I can tell the twins picked up on Bryan’s mood. I know they want to ask me but are worried about my state of mind. I can’t stand the tension.
“So you’re Bryan’s brothers?”
“Half-brothers,” Jason says.
“Yeah, I got that part.”
“You know Bryan?” Austin asks.
“You could say that.”
“Fuck,” Jason mumbles under his breath. I can tell he thinks we have some kind of relationship history and is worried that they have trodden on Bryan’s turf.
“We’re friends, okay?”
“He didn’t look at you like you were just friends.”
“We are, Austin. Nothing has ever happened between us. There were rumors that he liked me a while back. But nothing ever happened.”
“Shit.” Jason’s on a roll with the expletives.
“Look,” I say, feeling more than a little pissed off. “Bryan doesn’t own me. Fucking hell. I’m single. I wanted to have a good time and I did. You’ve got nothing to be swearing about, okay?”
“It’s not that simple.” Austin looks at me in the rear-view mirror and his eyes are worried. “If a man likes a woman, it doesn’t matter if they’ve consummated that situation, he still has rights.”
“Consummated! This isn’t the middle ages,” I say. “No one has rights over me except me. No one can tell me who I can give my rights to and who I can’t.” Jason mumbles something and I look at him crossly. “Bryan doesn’t get to pretend to like me for years and then suddenly, when I move on and find someone who actually does, have a fit about it.”
“He does,” Austin says. “Because we’re his brothers. He’s gonna ask us what happened and I won’t lie to him.”
“Did I ask you to?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well then. If he has a problem with it, tell him to take it up with me. How were any of us supposed to know, and why the fuck should we care anyway?”
The twins are silent for a while. I know they’re in a difficult position. If I found out I’d slept with someone that Abigail had liked, I’d be mortified too, even if I had no idea about her feelings at the time. I do get what they’re saying but it still feels shitty and wrong. This is my body. I get to choose who I let into it and who I don’t.
My body.
My body that might be killing itself.
“Just take me home,” I say quietly. “Bryan is the least of my worries right now.”
5
The house is quiet when I open the door. It must be about 6:30am so I don’t know why I was hoping mom would be awake. I need her but I’m not ready to go and wake her to deliver such difficult news.
I make my way up the stairs, drop my stuff on the bed and head to my bathroom immediately. I wish so hard that I was in a different place mentally right now. I should be sitting on my bed, giggling and reliving it all blow by blow. As I undress, I look at my body in the mirror and see the evidence of what I shared with Austin and Jason; the sore tips of my nipples and little red marks where they nibbled my thighs and stomach. Between my legs, I’m sore but not uncomfortable. I cup my hand over the place that was the source of so much pleasure and try to remember how amazing it all was before.
I fire up the shower and wait for it to run hot enough. When I’m standing under the water I gently touch the breast where the lump is. I do as Austin asked me to do and raise my arm in the air. It’s definitely a lump.
Tears stream from my eyes and my heart races with the knowledge that this is real. It’s real and I’ve been ignoring it for weeks.
I wash quickly, swiping at my face and scrubbing at my body with anger. For fuck sake, I’m only twenty-one. This kind of shit isn’t supposed to happen to people like me. I haven’t done anything with my life yet. I’m only just starting to feel like I’m living.
In the bedroom, I towel myself dry and put on some yoga pants and a slouchy off-the-shoulder shirt that has an angry looking graffiti tag on the front. Something to match my mood. I hear mom flushing the toilet and then making her way downstairs. In the mirror, my eyes look puffy but I don’t do anything to cover it up. I want mom to ask me what’s wrong because I don’t know how to start the conversation where I tell her.
I take a seat at the kitchen table and wait for mom to turn from the coffee maker. As soon as she sees me her face changes.
“What’s wrong, Kitty Kat? Is everything okay?”