Pleasure shoots up my spine, my eyelids fluttering as I have the most intense sex dream I’ve ever had in my life. My entire body feels as though it’s on fire, my nerve endings tingling, leaving me mindless with pleasure.
“That’s it, little sister. Come all over your brother’s face,” a deep, husky voice whispers in my ear, and shivers tickle my skin as I struggle to drag myself awake.
The sparks flying from my core are all-consuming though, and I’m lost in the depth of just how fucking good it feels and how incredible the way his tongue moves is on my pussy, licking, sucking, and sending shock waves all across my body like he’s running a live wire over my skin.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, my fingers tangling in the hair of my lover, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. His low rumbles of appreciation vibrate across my slick pussy, adding to my building orgasm, and I’m a slave to this euphoric feeling he’s giving me.
Another set of hands caresses my breasts and lips suck my nipples, Fucking hell…it’s like they both know exactly how to play me because I’m soon alight, my entire body going rigid as a pleasure so decimating I know I’ll be useless afterward sweeps me under.
They don’t stop though, determined to wring out every last drop of my climax until I’m a twitching hot mess, whimpering and pleading for a reprieve.
It’s the sound of my voice in my ears that has my eyes snapping open, noticing the soft morning sunlight that fills the room, highlighting the very real men in my bed. My heart stops beating as I lock eyes with Kit, his lips and chin glistening, and his face between my splayed thighs as he looks up at me with a sinful look in his stormy blue eyes. My fingers release their death grip on his hair, leaving it mussed and far too sexy looking.
“You’re magnificent when you come, Ember,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “You climaxed so beautifully on my tongue.” As if to prove his point, he leans in and licks a long line from my opening to my clit, and electricity races up my nerve endings, my toes curling in pleasure even as my posture stiffens.
“W–what are you doing here?” I stammer, finally getting my tongue to work. I’m trembling from the intense orgasm and the shock of finding two of my new stepbrothers in bed with me, having just made me come so fucking hard I can barely think straight.
“I thought that was obvious, little sister,” Oct drawls from beside me, and a shiver raises all the hair on my body as he circles his finger around my damp, peaked nipple. “We were taking care of you, like you needed us to.” His tone suggests that this is completely normal, having two of my new stepbrothers in my bed, playing my body like a musical instrument, and giving me the most intense orgasm of my life. I’m suddenly very aware that my tits are out and Kit is still between my legs. What the fuck happened to my pyjamas?
“Y–you can’t be in here,” I whisper, afraid if I say it any louder that my dad will somehow know and come rushing in and catch us, regardless of the fact I have my own wing. “This is so not okay.” I bring my hands up, covering my eyes and nipples, wondering how in the space of twelve hours my life became such a shitshow.
I’m lying practically naked in my bed, wearing just my long-sleeved sleep top that has been pulled down so my breasts are exposed, with two of the most gorgeous men in existence giving me pleasure like I’ve never known. Only, they’re my new stepbrothers, and this is just so, so wrong.
“Hey,” Oct says softly, his hands grabbing mine and pulling them away, lightly pinning them on the bed either side of my head. He leans over, and all I can see is the blue tropical waters in his irises. “Don’t hide from us, little sis. You were so wound up last night, and now you feel better, don’t you?” His bright, turquoise eyes are just so fucking earnest, like he’s talking about having made my favourite cake and not the fact that his brother just made me come.
“I–that is–um–yes. Yes, I do feel better.” It’s not a lie, my muscles are relaxed for the first time since I walked into our house yesterday afternoon. His sudden smile is like the clouds parting and the sun bursting through, warming me all over and adding to the feeling of contentment that my orgasm has left me in.
“See? So there’s nothing to worry about,” he tells me, brushing a kiss to my temple. My eyelids flutter, warmth flowing from his lips to soothe the worry that fills me.
“It can be our little secret, if you want?” Kit offers as I squirm, trying to get Oct to release me so I can pull my sleep top back up to cover myself a little. I’m completely naked from the waist down and I’ve no idea where my fucking shorts went.
“T–that might be for the best. If my father or Odette finds out…” I trail off, dread making my stomach churn and my movements freeze at the thought of what my father would do if he were to discover us. Whatever it would be, it wouldn’t be good, and he’s only just found happiness after all this time. I can’t ruin it for him, even if I wish he’d been happy with just me.
“Then that’s just what we’ll do,” Kit says, pushing up to kneeling. He’s only wearing a pair of deep red boxer shorts, which showcases every one of his mouthwatering abs, as well as some dark and moody tattoos across his pecs and down his arms. They also don’t hide the hard length of him that pushes at the fabric. I flush hot as he chuckles, catching me ogling him, but before I can look away, he’s lowering himself over me as Oct releases my hands, and that very solid member is nestling against my wet folds. “Like what you see, Emmmber?” He elongates my name, making it something sinful and decadent like rich, hot chocolate on a winter’s day.
He gives me no chance to answer, slamming his lips onto mine in a kiss that short-circuits and hot-wires my brain all at once. I gasp, his tongue invading my mouth and giving me a taste of myself as well as him which leaves me fucking melting into the bed beneath us. He kisses just like his eye colour, stormy seas and wild winds, and I’m unable to stop my arms from wrapping around his neck, my fingers once again in his hair as I pull him closer and kiss him back with a ferocity that scares me.
Who is this person who kisses her stepbrother so wantonly? I barely recognise myself, but I don’t stop. Instead, I grind my pelvis against him, fire pooling low in my stomach when he groans and pushes back, his fabric-covered dick sliding between my wet pussy lips in a way that’s driving me wild.
A part of me knows that I should stop this, knows that this is wrong, but why does it feel so right then? Why does the broken part of me, the one that craves affection, desperately need them like I need the oxygen in the air? I could no more stop this than I could deny myself my art, and regardless of the wrongness, the fact I know my father would be hurt and possibly even disgusted with me, I don’t want to say no. I want the twins, Cas and Prince too, even if I shouldn’t.
He pulls back with a low growl, his eyes just as wild as a maelstrom.
“If Cas hadn’t ordered us not to fuck you yet, I’d be balls deep inside you right fucking now, Pretty Thing.” His voice is a deep rasp, there’s colour on his cheeks, and every hard inch of him presses against my softness.
My eyebrows squish together, my lips parting as I try to think of a retort to the fact that Cas thinks he’s got some kind of control over my body. I’m ignoring the warmth in my chest that it could be due to the fact that he cares, that he promised me they’d take care of me, that it would all be okay.
“Don’t forget Prince has first fuck,” Oct reminds Kit from beside us, and I tear my gaze away from Kit to look into his twin’s eyes. His pupils are blown out, the bright blue almost completely swallowed up by black.
“First fuck?” I question, my voice breathy but with a sharpness to it that has both boys chuckling. My eyes narrow as I look between them, my lips pressing tightly together as my body heats for a completely different reason than having the twins in my bed.
“Oh, you’re gonna give him hell, little sis, aren’t you?” Oct says with a grin on his pillowy lips before leaning down and capturing my downturned mouth in a kiss. A deep groan sounds in his chest, his tongue swirling around my mouth in what I assume is a bid to capture the taste of my pussy that Kit left behind.
My annoyance is forgotten, my thoughts scattering as Oct fills me with sunshine and laughter, his kiss teasing and everything that is best about a summer’s day. I keep one hand on Kit, the other gripping the back of Oct’s head and pulling him closer, a small whine-like sound falling into his lips from mine when Kit starts to suck and tease my neck.
There are no more thoughts about how wrong this is, because it doesn’t feel wrong. To be in between the twins feels just right, and my body is screaming to take it further, to let them bury themselves inside me so deeply that they’ll never leave.
A sharp rap on the door has me jerking back and my heart thudding inside my chest. Neither boy so much as moves an inch, although both have mischievous grins on their handsome faces, no sign of the worry that courses through me. My eyes go wide when my father’s voice sounds on the other side of the door. Thank fuck he started knocking as I got older. “Little Spark? You up, honey?”
“Y–yes, Dad. I–I just woke up.” I have to swallow hard past the sudden dryness in my throat in order to get the words out, and the last of my words end on a slight gasp when Kit licks a line up the side of my neck. Fuck, these two are bloody dangerous.
“Well, when you’re ready, can you join us for breakfast? There’s a couple of things Odette and I want to discuss.” I can’t quite make out the tone of his voice, but he doesn’t sound too angry so he can’t know the guys are in here, right?
Discuss? What more is there to talk about?
“S–sure, Dad,” I answer, distracted from my thoughts and the conversation when Oct suddenly sucks my earlobe. “I–I’ll be down soon.”
“Great, Little Spark,” he says, and my body relaxes as I hear his footsteps retreating down the hall.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, trying to break through the lust haze that the twins have put me in, and are still putting me in. I take my hands off them both, my fingers immediately twitching to get back on them. “I–I think you guys should go. I need to get ready.”
They both pause, heads slightly tilted as they study me with a banked heat in their stares and suddenly I’m itching to hide as they train their eyes on me.
“As you wish, Pretty Thing,” Kit purrs, placing a soft kiss on my lips and leaving them tingling. He pushes up, the slight chill of the spring morning air hitting my feverish body as he gets out of bed and stalks towards the balcony doors. Of fucking course that’s how they got in.
“We’ll be back tonight, little sis,” Oct promises, copying his brother and kissing my lips, though he lingers longer, peppering me with small kisses until my breath is panting from my chest and my fingers are tangling in his soft hair. “Don’t bother locking the doors.”
I watch through half-lidded eyes, propped up on my elbows as he gets out of my bed and stretches, showcasing all of his glorious muscles and the fact that, like Kit, he’s in just boxer briefs, a gaudy orange pair that tugs my lips upwards. He’s definitely my sunshine. He has random tattoos decorating his body, bright bursts of colour in a patchwork that suits him in its chaos. There’s a clock face on his forearm, a bird swooping low on his hip, and a teal butterfly in the centre of his chest.
He gives me the cheekiest smile known to man when I catch his eyes, then he saunters to the balcony doors, his hard-on bobbing in his underwear with each step, before going through and softly closing them behind him.
I flop back onto the sheets—the damp fucking sheets—and a huff of air leaves my lungs as I try to decide if I want to cry or giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. I want to call them back, but I have to physically grip the duvet to stop myself from reaching for them even though they’re gone.
How is this my life? How did it go from trying to live my life after my mother’s death to…this? I’m not even sure what this is, but I think I just agreed to let the twins back into my room tonight. I didn’t tell them no…
And what did they mean by Cas ordered them not to fuck me yet? And that Prince gets first fuck? And why is a part of me okay with having my autonomy taken away by them like that? What’s wrong with me that I crave this kind of attention from my stepbrothers? Am I so broken that I’ll give them that power over me, that control?
My head spins as I try to decode what it all means, and I’ve got sweet fuck all. Add in that my dad wants to discuss something and I can feel the tension building, weighing on me like a headache. Tremors race across my body, heat making me flush as sweat beads under my arms at the memory of how far I let the twins take it this morning and how much I wanted it to go further.
My fingers twitch in the covers, and the unbidden thought of what will help to ease the pressure slams into me with such force that I’m up and out of my bed in an instant, heading to my bathroom with a desperate need that I know won’t be ignored. It’s a battle that I’ve been losing ever since I discovered how little power I had when my pleas for my mother’s life to be spared went unanswered. Cancer doesn’t give a fuck.
Reaching into the back of the cabinet, I take out a small pouch, the sound of the zipper loud as I drag it across the teeth. I bite my lip, my fingers trembling a little and my heart pounding as I pull out a freshly wrapped blade. Then I take off the paper, the light gleaming off the silver surface.
My nerves jerk, yet my hand steadies as I roll up my sleeve, my eyes darting over the mixture of silver and pink scars that litter my forearm, looking for a new place. The logical part of my brain tells me this isn’t the way to deal with my overwhelming emotions, but logic has nothing to do with what I crave, the control that I need to take back.
“Just four cuts,” I murmur, pausing when I realise the sudden significance of the number. “One for each of them.”
The rush as the blade slices across my skin rivals that of the release Kit just gave me, and my eyes flutter closed for a second as I let the feeling wash over me, bringing peace in its wake. All the tension drains from my body like the drops of blood that drip from it, and tears sting my eyes at the sheer relief, leaving me breathless.
Opening my eyes, I repeat the move three more times, my muscles relaxing further with each slice, and the beauty of the crimson blood that drips down my olive skin—the same tanned hue as my mother’s—captivates me for a moment. I know that hot shame will fill me later, that I will continue to cover my scars with long sleeves, but for now, I will focus on the way the small pain is allowing me to breathe easier and helping me to focus my mind once again.
Wrapping the blade back in its packet and then some tissue paper, I drop it into the bin and turn on the shower, feeling like I’m floating and finally able to just fucking breathe. It may not be a healthy coping mechanism, but it’s all I’ve got, all I’ve ever had, and it works to calm me when everything feels too much.
And my new family, my new stepbrothers, definitely qualify as too much.
