Triplet Time: A Reverse Harem Stepbrother Romance Page 5

  I shivered as his fingers passed over, making contact with my sensitive clit, and slipped between the swollen slippery wet folds of skin. He felt his way as if the route was familiar and all the time his gaze remained on my face.

  Our eyes locked together as if engaged in an intense staring competition.

  “You’re so wet.” His voice was gravelly deep with arousal.

  Having him acknowledge what was happening to me only heightened the erotic experience. I felt dirty and rude. And I wanted to hear more of his comments.

  A finger slipped inside me. Easily. I was so aroused.

  He hummed his approval, and I gasped.

  My chest rose and fell rapidly with my quickening breath. And I became conscious of my breathing. It partly distracted me from the full magnitude of what was happening lower down my body.

  His fingers and palm touched me where no man had been before, bringing new sensations that were so unimaginably different to when I touched myself.

  I gasped again in Adamicipation when Ben broke our eye contact, and he lowered his head down to where his fingers were so diligently working. When his warm wet tongue made contact I near exploded.

  He proceeded to lick around every sensitive inch but avoided direct contact with my clit. His tongue dipped between my damp folds of skin and ran along them.

  Did he intend to make me beg? Because I was that close to doing any damn thing he wanted.

  Teasing.

  He proved an expert at teasing.

  Just as he remained dressed, right then, when I wanted him naked.

  I wanted to see Ben’s dick, to touch it and feel it inside me. I wanted him to take me and take my virginity. Complete my transformation to womanhood. I wanted it all and in every position.

  Who’d have thought I’d never done this before?

  But the temptation and waiting had gone on for so long.

  Even though at that moment I was having trouble remembering to breathe, I suddenly remembered I was a woman with free, independent will and I could speak. “Can you take your clothes off, too, please?”

  His tongue left my skin for a moment. He looked up at me with a grin. “I’m a little busy right now. Hands full, you know. I’ll take them off in a moment.”

  I did know.

  Ben licked and sucked my tender bud, and his unrelenting fingers worked magic inside me. Entering, curling, twisting.

  Finger fucking me until what? When would this stop?

  How was I going to survive this sexy onslaught? I thought he was going to make me come. While my stepbrother was fully clothed, I was so close to an orgasm. The thought of writhing naked under his mouth and fingers and coming in front of him. On his bed. Him still dressed. That was one dirty thought too much.

  Heat rushed through my body, and I crashed over the precipice, no longer able to hold it together.

  The most amazing orgasm of my life unleashed and I couldn’t stop it if I’d wanted to. The first one ever with someone else.

  I couldn’t think clearly.

  My stepbrother’s fingers inside me.

  His tongue. On. My. Clit.

  My naked body, writhing on his bed.

  My orgasm. Gushing.

  As the intensity of the moment subsided just a little, I felt full of such strong but confusing emotions, I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry.

  I’d come, but I wanted more.

  This felt like a mere stepping stone to a new level of arousal.

  All at once his mouth was on mine, and he pulled me onto my side so that we could lay facing each other side-by-side. I wrapped my legs around him; my juices were undoubtedly and embarrassingly coating his pants. I wanted to rub against him. Rub, against his thigh and his bulging crotch. Discover his cock, and have it slide inside me.

  I wanted it all.

  And I had no idea I could feel like this.

  The night couldn’t be better.

  It was perfect.

  Okay.

  The only thing that could’ve made me feel even better was if the other brothers were here, too.

  Whoa!

  That was so wrong.

  Stop thinking about the other brothers.

  Instead, I focused on the here and now. I could feel the outline of his hard cock in his pants pressing against me.

  “Can you take your clothes off now, please?” I asked.

  He must have wanted to.

  Letting go of me, Ben sprang off the bed and stood up. In a flash he had his top off, then his pants and underwear swept down in one movement. His hard cock sprang free with a bounce.

  This huge man was all in proportion.

  When I saw the size of it, I had a moment of doubt. I wondered if I know what to do with it and whether, with my lack of experience, I’d be able to satisfy him.

  At the same time, I was thrilled to think I’d done that to him. He was so hard. His cock was jutting out from his body and pointing at me.

  When I saw the glistening wetness at the end, I wanted to taste it.

  Without thinking about it, I sat up and moved quickly to kiss his cock while he was still standing by the bed.

  In my mind, I wanted to take the whole thing into my mouth.

  In reality, his cock was huge, and I doubted any human mouth could open that wide without a dislocated jaw. Instead, I licked around the end. The pleasant taste of his precum surprised me. And I licked up and down the shaft hoping my eager enthusiasm would compensate for my lack of experience.

  And I loved the way he moaned.

  He didn’t seem to mind, or laugh at me, or asked me to stop. So it must’ve been okay.

  And I didn’t want to stop. It seemed an exciting thing to do and tasted far nicer than I’d ever imagined. Although when I opened my mouth wide to accommodate it, I could only take in the bulbous end. So I wrapped my hands around his thick shaft to investigate it with my fingers.

  His thick hairy thighs were slightly apart so I slipped one hand down to feel his balls, which elicited more encouraging moans as he muttered words that I couldn’t make out.

  After several minutes, Ben pulled away from me and got on the bed alongside me.

  “You look so beautiful,” he said as he brushed my hair back from my face.

  Considering he was so much taller than me when we stood up, when we laid next to each other the height difference didn’t seem so important. His arms were so long that he easily reached between my legs. When he touched me there again, my ability to think and act became seriously hindered.

  “I love the way you react,” he said.

  I simply wanted to spread my legs, lay on my back, and let him do more of the same to me and anything else he wanted. Anything at all.

  I never realized sex would feel so good or how much I’d been missing by protecting my purity.

  He lay beside me, and we kissed.

  Without words, his kisses seemed to talk to me.

  It may have been my imagination, but I felt wanted and desired.

  I may have been confused by the fingers touching me, turning me on, and keeping me at a plateau of heightened arousal. I remained in a state of ecstasy between one orgasm and another.

  Slipping my hand between us, I wrapped it around his hard dick and stroked up and down. He moaned into my mouth, and we kept kissing. Or at least licking tongues.

  I wanted this feeling to last all night and forever. I couldn’t think about what might happen after it ended and after we woke up from sleep or what the next day would bring.

  I lived entirely in this glorious moment.

  After some time, I suspected he was close to the edge too. His breathing became more ragged and his body tensed. He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me briefly. His whole body covered mine and he rutted against me. His cock slid back and forth against me for just a few brief seconds before he moved down the bed and between my legs.

  “You taste so good, Sophie. I can’t resist,” he explained before his mouth sought out and
made the connection with my most private area, yet again.

  I submitted willingly.

  And with his mouth and tongue and fingers thrilling me, I soon came again and again. Calling out loudly, “Ben! Ben! Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” I thrashed about upon his bed out of control and not caring who heard me.

  Adam wasn’t home yet, Carl was across the hallway and asleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was lost in ecstasy.

  I expected Ben to fill me any moment.

  Somehow he was astride me, his hand moving rapidly over his hard cock.

  It was my own private show. I certainly found it thrilling to watch and more so when white ribbons of cream spurted across my stomach.

  For a moment Ben stayed still and the realization of what just happened sank in.

  I’d just shared some very intimate times with my stepbrother.

  We weren’t even dating. And previously I’d been saving myself for the right man.

  Already, I’d thought about other men while I was with him and not just once. I should’ve wanted only him. Whereas I’d have been happy to do this with anyone of three guys in my life. The three I happened to live with.

  Without speaking, Ben got off me. Perhaps he was disgusted by my behavior. I wondered if, without realizing it, I’d spoken out loud about his brothers. But he quickly returned from the bathroom with a hand towel, which was slightly dampened in one corner. He cleaned my body tenderly, wiping any and all traces of his semen and my moment of doubt.

  He showed me that he cared, and yet again, I felt looked after.

  Each one of these brothers is too good for me.

  “I hope you don’t mind. You look so sexy, and I was so turned on.”

  “Mind? Why should I mind? That was great.”

  I was still riding the wave of ecstatic, erotic euphoria.

  He threw the towel on the floor. As he slipped back into bed beside me, he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled up to him and discovered resting my head on his expansive chest was extremely comfortable.

  “Sophie that was just the best, and you must know how I feel about you. You’re amazing.” His deep voice fell over me like a warm comfy blanket. Slowly he added, “I don’t want you to think that you’re just another girl to me. You’re not; I think you’re very special.”

  I didn’t know where to begin to tell him how amazing it felt to me. I’d never done any of this stuff with a guy before, and I was embarrassed about my lack of experience. What it would mean if the guy was so turned on by me as Ben appeared to be? It was thrilling to know that a man was so turned on by me that he came over me instead of waiting to come in me.

  My eyes closed, and tiredness caught up with me all. “You too, Ben. You’re very special too.”

  I lay there and thought I’d never sleep.

  The next thing I knew I was waking up and many hours must’ve past.

  Somehow we’d come apart. My head was on the pillow instead of his chest. But his arms were still around me, and he held me close.

  Being held in his arms felt so heavenly.

  Even as he slept, I still felt wanted and loved and cherished. I so wanted to stay there forever.

  Instead of drifting back to sleep, I lay awake.

  My mind raced over the enormity of what had happened.

  My mother had always told me to save myself for the right man, and it would be special when I met him.

  Last night felt very special with Ben; the experience was something I couldn’t believe I’d denied myself for so long. I was sure it felt so incredible because Ben and I genuinely cared about each other.

  I lay awake, turning things over in my mind and weighing up the pros and cons. There were a few things wrong.

  Last night, Ben suggested he wanted more. He didn’t say it, but what if he meant dating?

  I couldn’t honestly say I loved Ben more than I loved his brothers.

  To my shame, I could’ve willingly gone to bed with Adam or Carl instead, and that couldn’t be right. Surely, when I was in bed with the one right man for me, I wouldn’t be thinking about his brothers.

  If I could switch off the feelings I had for Adam and Carl, Ben seemed to suggest this might not be a one-off thing, but how could it be anything else?

  If we were to date, what would that do to the family?

  I couldn’t be the one to come between him and his brothers when they were so close.

  Us as a couple would be an odd dynamic, and it would strain relationships in the family.

  Mom wouldn’t be happy, and I’m not sure what his dad would think.

  I just felt so confused.

  Sadly, as a wonderful night turned to dawn, I slipped into feelings of despair and shame thinking of bad words that people could call me if they could see inside my mind. I couldn’t deny them. I wouldn’t have gone home with just anyone and Ben was special to me, but not enough.

  I had to get out of this situation.

  Much as I wanted to stay in his arms, I tried to release myself from his grip without waking him, but it didn’t work.

  He stirred and held me more tightly.

  “Ben, I have to leave and go to my room.”

  His eyes shot open.

  “I can turn the light off if it’s too bright for you. I don’t usually sleep with the light on; I just couldn’t reach it to switch it off when you fell asleep on top of me.”

  Inside I groaned at the memory, and he mentioned it so casually.

  “It’s not that, Ben. I'm so sorry. I like you an awful lot, but I can’t do this. We should never have done this, and I’d like just to forget it happened.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  ADAM

  When I entered the apartment, arriving home from college, from the doorway, I saw Carl preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I decided to go and keep him company by sitting in the living room with my textbook instead of retreating to my room to study.

  “Judging by all the noise, I take it Ben brought someone home last night? Either that or he had the volume on his porn turned up too loud.”

  I’d just sat down and opened a book when Carl dropped that one on me.

  “I think he should be a little more considerate of Sophie in the next room. She might not like here him making a girl howl like a wolf.”

  Before I could reply, I heard the door open and close again. Seconds later, Ben appeared in the sitting room. He slumped at the dining table, looking like he carried the weight of the world, or had just been slapped around the face by a wet fish.

  “And here he is, the man who kept us awake with all the noise last night.” Carl put the knife down next to his chopped veggies and rested his hands on the countertop. “I don’t mind, Ben. But you might think about keeping your female visitors a bit quieter now you’ve got Sophie in the next room.”

  “I guess things went well last night then? I didn’t hear anything, Ben. But then I did get home later than you and Sophie,” I said.

  Ben’s face was a picture. He didn’t blush exactly. And he already looked a little mad before Carl went stomping in with two feet. Carl apparently hadn’t picked up on Ben’s foul mood and knew nothing about the woman in Ben’s room last night.

  I didn’t need to read Ben’s mind to understand; it was written across his face. Something hadn’t gone well for him and I probably shouldn't have said anything.

  Carl looked at me. Did he catch on to what I was saying? Ben went home with Sophie: don’t be an insensitive ass.

  Ben didn’t look as if he was about to say anything, but it seemed unreasonable to keep Carl in the dark. “Ben came home with Sophie, so I’m guessing it was her that you heard, Carl.”

  Normally when Ben arrived home, he would have gone into his room and done whatever stuff he needed to do until dinner was ready. The fact that he slumped into a chair at the table meant he had things to tell us even if we did have to wrench it out of him with a pry bar.

  “No fucking way.” Carl leaned forward over the food he’d bee
n chopping. “That was Sophie making all that noise?” He left his food preparation and walked around the kitchen island until he was standing next to Ben. Muttering quietly as he did so, “Well, I never.” Then Carl pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table. “So what happened to you today? Why aren’t you looking pleased with yourself?” Carl asked.

  Ben shrugged. “Fun time was had by all. I would have liked things to have gone further. She ended us when they barely began.”

  Sat in an armchair at the other end of the room, I felt far out of the loop, so I also joined them at the table, sitting down opposite Ben. “What do you mean to take things further? What kinky positions were you suggesting that she wasn’t into?"

  Ben rolled his eyes. “No, nothing like that. This morning I walked to school with her as usual, and I didn’t exactly get the chance to ask if she’d like to come on a date because she cut me off before we even got into that conversation. It was a one night stand for her. That’s all.” He looked miserable.

  “I'm sorry, Ben. Really I am.” She obviously meant a lot to him; just as she meant a lot to me too. I felt as gutted for him as if she’d turned me down.

  “I’ve already texted her to say I can’t meet her after class. She’ll make her own way back.” Ben looked down. “I… I'm gonna go out. I don’t feel like having dinner with you all tonight.”

  Ben looked thoroughly dejected, and worse and worse by the moment. He’d probably been holding it together all day, projecting his usual calm, cocky, and confident self at school.

  “I hate the thought of her bringing another guy home,” I confessed. I turned to Carl who’d spent more time with her talking about art and presumably her college course. “Is she interested in any of the guys at school?”

  Carl shook his head. “No not in that way. She’s made a mixed bunch of friends who she mentions from time to time. Her best buddy seems to be someone called Nathan, she mentions him a lot, but I don’t know whether we need to be worried about him. She pretty much spends all of her spare time, evenings, and weekends with us.”