HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

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My hands are trembling as I stand at the door of the pool house,
psyching myself up to knock.
 
I can hear
the chatter of the TV from inside and the twins’ rental car is in the driveway
so I know they’re home.
 
I lick my lips
and take a deep breath.
 

I never knew it was possible to vibrate with
need.
 
To crave something so much that it
becomes a physical and emotional ache.
 
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t go through with this.
 
I know I’m on the edge and that the decisions
I’m making are reckless in a way that I would never usually consider.
 
I feel like an addict.
 
I know what I want isn’t really good for me
but I can’t seem to help myself.
 

I tap on the door lightly.
 
It feels like a non-committal knock.
 
A tiny part of my sensible self thinks that
if they don’t hear me I have the option to walk away.
 
I should be at home, resting before my
doctor’s appointment tomorrow.
 
Mom must
be worried about me.
 

No one answers for a while and I take a step back,
considering whether to ignore my sensible self and knock again.
 
Then the handle moves and the door opens to
reveal Jason, shirtless and sexy as fuck.
 
It’s hot and the skin at the center of his chest is glistening
slightly.
 
His green eyes meet mine and I
can see him trying to gauge my mood.

“Katelin.” His voice is gruff as though he’s been
sleeping.
 
His hand rubs at his shoulder
and I can’t take my eyes off the way his muscles flex under his beautiful
golden skin.
 
He’s waiting for me to say
something but there’re no words in my head, only desire.
 
Desire for him and desire for the oblivion I
know he can bring me.

I close the distance between us so quickly that I take
him by surprise, hooking my hand behind his neck and pulling him down so I can
kiss him.
 
It’s not soft and gentle but
fierce and clawing.
 
His hands grab me
around the ass and haul me against him until my legs are wrapped around his
waist, and my hands clutching at his face.

He groans as I grind against him, stumbling us
backwards and slamming the door shut.
 
I’m glad for that.
 
The last thing I need is another run in with
Doug.
 
I think that Jason will take us into
the bedroom but instead he backs towards the couch and when his legs hit the
edge, he flops us down.

“Baby,” he growls, holding my face in his huge palms
and looking into my dazed eyes.
 

“Jase,” I say.
 
“I
need…”

“I’ve got you.”
 
He tugs my hips forward until my pussy is pressed tight against him,
then he yells for Austin.

I writhe against Jason’s huge stiffening cock, feeling
frenzied and desperate.
 
His hands grasp
at my ass, squeezing so hard I cry out.
 
Hands tug at my top and for a moment I think they’re Jason’s, then I
feel another set of hands on my tits and I know Austin’s behind me.
 
For a moment I’m lost between them.
 
It’s as though I can see myself from above,
being handled by these two men, never sure who or what is going to happen next.

Austin’s lips press against the base of my spine, then
his tongue, licking in a way that’s both lewd and tender.
 
Jason tugs down the cups of my bra and rolls
my nipples, tweaking them so hard I buck.
 
I can smell the clean scent of his sweat and feel the heat radiating
from both of them, at my front and my back.
 
I’m cocooned and safe in this crazy place between them.

Austin’s hands slip around to my front and takeover
where Jason is caressing.
 
Jason’s hands
move to tug my yoga pants over my hips so he can slip his fingers down the
front to where I’m aching.
 
God, I need
their touch so much.
 
Like this I feel
strong and alive, raw and connected.
 
Jason’s fingers are urgent when they find my clit and then slip deeper
between my legs.
 
I’m so wet that he gets
two big fingers inside me with next to no effort.
 
It feels so good that I ride his hand,
knowing that I can come like this if Austin keeps squeezing and tugging at my
breasts.
 
I don’t care that it’s
selfish.
 
I haven’t yet touched either of
them other than to graze Jason’s chest with my fingers.
 
This is about what I need and I can feel that
they don’t care in the way they’re focused on me with darkened, hooded eyes.

“That’s it…take what you need,” Austin says, putting a
hand on my hip and using it to help me grind down against his brother.

“Oh…” I say as he pushes me faster. “That’s
it…that’s…”

I come in the fastest time ever, back arching, hands
scrabbling for the fabric of Jason’s pants just to I have something to grip
onto.
 
The pleasure is so fast, so
surging, that tears spring to my eyes and are squeezed out through my closed
lids.
 
Jason keeps moving his hand slowly
and Austin kisses the back of my neck, pushing the mess of curls over my
shoulder.
 

I feel Jason’s free hand stroke my tears away, but I
can’t look at him.
 
Shut in my dark
bubble I feel safe, as though I’m somewhere deep where all the other pressures
in my world can’t touch me. Then I hear the noise of the door opening behind
us, and my moment of peace is shattered.

For a second no one moves, then I hear Bryan.

“Katelin,” he growls in a voice that is filled with
pent up rage.
 

Jason slips his hand from between my legs and gathers
my top from where it’s resting over the back of the sofa.
 
He puts it over my head carefully, and no one
says a thing.
 
I’m so grateful that their
main focus is on getting me decent so I can face Bryan.
 
My heart is pounding but it isn’t because of
any regret I feel.
 
It’s because I can
finally hear something else in Bryan’s voice.
 

Possession.
 

All this time he’s been almost apologetic about his
feelings, but I can sense the difference.
 

I start to stand and Austin steps back to let me
disentangle myself from Jason.
 
When I
turn, Bryan is standing with his hands gripping either side of the door frame,
like he needs to restrain himself.

“What?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

Bryan’s nostrils flare and his jaw ticks angrily.
 
Good, I think.
 
About fucking time he showed some passion.

“You left the hospital.
 
I didn’t know where the fuck you were.”

“I was here.” I know it’s surly to state the obvious
but I can see my attitude is poking at Bryan’s self-control.
 

“I can see that,” he says.

“So, now you found me.” I take a step forward,
bringing us closer and he leans in, closing the gap a little more.
 
There are still a few feet between us, but we
feel close, connected almost by the vibrating rage between us.
 
I can see the jealousy in his expression,
when he glances at his half-clothed brothers and at me, standing bra-less in
front of him with cheeks that are flushed from my orgasm.

I don’t know what I expect him to do.
 
I think that maybe if I can poke him enough
he’ll kiss me hard.
 
After so long
waiting, I need him to fight for me.
 
I
need him to stake his claim in a way that isn’t a sweet kiss in my best friend’s
driveway but a desperate, almost violent action generated by the heat of our
anger and frustration.

When he steps through the door I think I’m going to
get what I crave so badly that I’m shaking.
 
Instead, he channels all that rage and smashes his fist against the
door, yelling expletives as he does.
 

We all stand for a few seconds that feel like minutes,
trapped in shock at the smear of blood against the white painted wood and at
Bryan’s back that is heaving with his fast breathing.

“Fuck,” Austin says behind me.
 
I take a step forward, and raise my hand to
touch Bryan’s shoulder gently, but before I can, I hear footsteps on the
pathway outside.

My heart sinks when I see that it’s Doug.
 
He must have been in the yard and heard the
shouting.
 
His face is raging, much like
his sons.

“What the hell,” he shouts, looking between me, the
twins and Bryan who is now standing, clutching his bleeding fist.

“Leave it, dad,” Bryan says in a low warning.

Doug doesn’t seem to gauge the situation very well
because he starts yelling ‘what the fuck is going on’ and then calling us all
sick for doing what we’re doing and that we’re all going to be related soon and
it’s disgusting.
 

The twins stay silent but I can see from the
stiffening of their postures and the balling of their fists that they’re mad as
hell.
 
I’m about to lose my shit when
Bryan turns to face his father head on.

“You know what,” he growls, “I’m sick of your
shit.
 
I’m sick of you telling me what to
do all the time.
 
I’m sick of your rules
about what’s okay and what isn’t.
 
For
two years I’ve done what you asked.
 
I’ve
put aside my own relationship for the sake of yours.
 
I’ve lost the girl that I love because you
want to control my life.”

“You don’t know what’s best for you. You’re just a
kid.” Doug says through gritted teeth. “You want to bring shame on this
family.
 
All of you. But I won’t allow
you.”

“You won’t allow me?” Bryan says as though he’s
chewing over the words in his mind.

Doug turns to me.
 
“Katelin, you need to get your things and go home.”

“Stay where you are,” Bryan tells me, stepping forward
so he’s between me and his dad.
 
“You
don’t get to tell her what to do.”

“What do you think your mom would think if she knew
what you were doing?”

For a moment I feel a swell of shame at Doug’s words
but then I’m mad.
 
Mad that our society
is so stringent in defining what is acceptable and what is wrong and mad that a
man who barely knows me can presume to know anything about my relationship with
my mom.

“I think that maybe she’d think that life is short and
you have to seize every moment.
 
And
she’d know that I’m not stupid, that I know my own mind and what is right for
me, and that it isn’t her place to live my life for me.
 
She has her own life to live, her own
mistakes to make.
 
This is MY LIFE.”

Doug looks a little shocked at my outburst and no one
moves for a second.
 

“You need to leave, Dad,” Bryan says.

“You listen to me…”
 
Doug starts to say.
 
I see Bryan’s
right arm tensing, his fist flexing, and for a terrible moment I think he’s
going to hit his father.
 
Austin, who is
closest to his brother, steps forward as though he’s thinking the same
thing.
 

“Bryan,” I whisper.
 

I think it’s my voice that triggers it.
 
He strides forward and I go to take hold of
his t-shirt but miss.
 
Everyone in the
room seems to suck in a horrified breath at the same time but then Bryan bumps
his father’s shoulder as he walks past and heads out the door.
 
He moves so fast that for a moment I’m paralyzed,
then I’m running after him, bare feet sore on the hot path.
 
Bryan’s heading toward his car and I make it
to the passenger side as he’s sliding himself into the driver’s seat.
 
He seems surprised that I’m there but he
doesn’t wait for either of us to buckle up before he’s put the car in reverse
and we’re flying away from the house at dangerous speed.
 
For the second time that day his knuckles are
whitened from gripping the steering wheel too tight.
 

I know where we’re heading immediately.
 
Barton Hill’s.
 
I guess Bryan must have taken the twins up
there before they took me.
 
I didn’t
realize it was a go-to place for him, but then I guess I shouldn’t be
surprised. There seems to be an awful lot that I don’t know about this
man.
 
The drive is so silent but I can’t
bring myself to speak.
 
I don’t know what
to say at all and he’s still breathing fast and tense.
 
I’m worried that anything I say is going to
distract him from driving and I want to get there in one piece.

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