SWNOVELS HUGE X4: Chapter 9
I should have known that good things don’t happen to me. Any time I find a scrap of happiness, something swoops in to steal it away. Any time I try to step out of the safety of my boring everyday life, I’m smacked in the face. I don’t know what mom thought of my extreme reaction to her news. After coughing and spluttering my mimosa everywhere, I made an excuse that I needed to clean up and disappeared back to my room. I sat in the bottom of the shower for half an hour, completely distraught at the news that not only have I slept with my soon-to-be stepbrothers, but I had threesome sex with them. Oh god.
I can never come back from this. There is no way we can all get together for family dinners and holiday get-to-togethers, and I can just pretend that nothing happened. They made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. My face flushes scarlet at the thought. I pull on panties and a bra, then slip on a soft white cotton dress and flop onto my bed to wallow in my own misery.
This is a disaster of epic proportions.
Not only have I slept with two of my stepbrothers, but also the other two witnessed it. They’ve all seen me naked.
I groan and cover my face with my hands. This is just too awful for me to think about. For a second I wish that Kerry was here, but would I tell her? She’s my sister and I’ve always confided in her about my life. But this? This feels like too much for me to take on board, let alone Kerry.
I’m still lying in the fetal position half an hour later when there’s a knock at my door.
It must be mom, I think. Coming to check that I’ve gotten over my coughing fit. But when I open my door, my twin problems have come to life.
“So this is where you are,” Liam says, looking me up and down.
“We were waiting for you to come back,” Callum says.
I stand, clinging to the door and not quite opening it enough for them to come in.
“You gonna let us in or should we just talk in the hall?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I say. My face must look as grave as I feel because Liam puts his hand on the door above mine and eases it open.
“You don’t look good, baby girl. You sick?” he asks, stepping into the room and resting his hand gently on my forehead. I gaze up at him, those gunmetal eyes so pretty and now laced with concern.
“I’m not sick,” I say.
“Then why did you disappear without saying anything?” Callum asks, closing the door. They’re both so tall and I feel tiny and stupid. Stupid for allowing myself to act on my base instincts. Stupid to trust my ability to make sensible decisions for myself, when what I actually need to do is do the exact opposite of what my brain and heart are telling me.
I don’t even know how to answer Callum’s question. Do they know? Did they know before we slept together that our parents were dating? Fuck! Maybe that’s why they went after me so hard. A kinky thing. Let’s fuck our stepsister. I actually feel sick.
“Mom told me something. I just had to come back here.”
“Bad news?” Liam asks. He rests his hand on my shoulder in concern.
They seem so genuinely worried that I can’t imagine that they knew. Maybe they still don’t. Should I be the one to tell them? I just don’t know what to say.
“Good news for her. Bad news for me.” It’s the truth.
“Tell us, honey. Whatever it is, we can help you deal with it.”
“I really don’t think you can,” I say.
“Try us,” Callum says smiling gently. “We’re pretty good listeners.”
I take a few steps away from them and go to sit on the edge of the bed. “Mom told me she’s getting married.” They move in closer, curious. “I didn’t even know she was dating.”
“Okay,” Callum says. “And you don’t want her to get married.”
“No, it isn’t that,” I say. “She deserves to have her own life…her own happiness.”
“So what is it?” Liam asks.
I glance between then, trying to find the words to communicate this big and horrible thing. In the end, I go with the ‘ripping off the band-aid’ option. Quick and painful.
“She’s engaged to your father.”
I think we’re all frozen for at least a minute until Liam seems to emerge from the coma of shock. “Our father?”
“Yep. That’s what she told me. I think she could see I was crushing on you, so she pulled me aside to let me know you’re all going to be my…” I struggle over the next word. “Stepbrothers.”
“Fuck,” Callum mumbles. From their reaction, I can see for sure that they had no idea. That’s a relief. At least we are now all shocked and horrified together and for the same reasons.
They both draw themselves up and look at each other. I watch as they seem to communicate silently in that way that only twins seem to be able to manage, gauging each other’s reactions and thoughts from expression and body language alone. Then they turn back to me.
“You seem upset,” Callum says.
I frown. Is he not?
“We’re going to be related,” I say, not sure why that statement needs articulating at this point.
“By marriage,” Liam says.
“Yes.”
“But not by blood, honey,”
“You’re going to be my stepbrothers,” I say. What is it about this that they’re not getting?
“But we’re not right now,” Callum says, coming closer. When he sits on the bed next to me and his thigh presses against mine, I’m torn. My body remembers how it feels to have his skin against mine, his hands caressing, and his mouth kissing. My mind remembers the rushes of pleasure. My heart remembers how lovely they made me feel; how beautiful and treasured, how special and deserving of the wonderful way they treated me. “And even when we are, what difference does it make?”
I raise my eyebrows because I can’t believe he can be so nonchalant. “Thanksgiving dinner, family events. It’s going to be so awkward.”
Liam crouches in front of me. “Is it awkward now?” He rests his hands on my knees, his thumbs pressing into my soft inner thighs. He still has a little sand on his forehead and I want to brush it away from his tan skin, but if I touch him, I know that I won’t be able to stop.
I nod my head, keeping my hands clasped together in my lap.
“You’re serious?” he asks, sliding his hands up my legs a little and cocking his head to one side. I know what those hands can do to me and it’s all I can do not to shiver. Those eyes of his are dark gray and penetrating now, seeking my true feelings through my protestations. I don’t know what he sees because I don’t truly know what I think or how I feel. It’s all just too much for me to take on board.
I nod and he cups my cheek. Callum’s hand takes hold of one of mine, forcing me to unclasp my fingers. I gaze at them, my eyes wide. I expected them to walk away because what have we really shared?
One amazing night.
Half a day that didn’t feel real.
Snapshots of moments where I felt more understood by them than I’ve ever felt before, but it’s all an illusion painted over the reality of a one-night stand, isn’t it?
“Don’t regret what we did,” Callum says.
“Nobody has to know anything,” Liam tells me. “We don’t ever discuss the private parts of our life with anyone.”
“Except for each other.” Callum grins slightly.
“What he means,” Liam says, “Is that you don’t have to worry about anything getting to anyone else’s ears.”
“And what about your brothers?” I say, raising my eyebrows. “They got to witness plenty today.”
“And they won’t say a thing either!”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because they know we’ll kick their junior asses if they do,” Liam chuckles.
“I think they have a bit of a crush on you,” Callum grins.
“Jealous little punks,” Liam adds.
I look between them, not really following what they are saying completely. I’m suddenly very intrigued about their younger brothers. Do they share women like Callum and Liam? Have they ever all shared one woman?
The thought of so much gorgeous man has heat surging between my thighs and on my cheeks.
“She’s blushing,” Liam says, running his finger where my face feels hot.
“You thinking dirty thoughts, baby?”
I shake my head, trying to think of something to say that will distract them from all this.
“She is.”
“Can you blame her?” Liam rises, taking my hand and pulling me to stand too. He rests his big palms on my hips and bends to kiss my neck. It feels so good that I want to moan but that would only encourage him. I put my hand on his shoulder to ease him back. I can’t take this level of temptation and think straight.
“You don’t have to worry, baby,” Callum repeats. “We’ll take care of you.”
He’s close behind me now, his breath gusting on my neck in a way that sends a shiver up my spine and across my bare shoulders. His lips press against the sensitive skin there and I feel like jello. My eyes drift close just before Liam’s lips meet mine. They’re so soft and teasing, sucking gently until I feel dizzy. Two sets of lips worship me, while two pairs of hands caress my curves. It’s as though they mapped me out last night and now they know all the places to stroke and squeeze that drive me wild. Callum’s hands slip from my waist up over my ribs until they cup my breasts, squeezing firmly while he whispers how good I feel. When he pinches my nipples through the fabric of my dress and bra, I push my ass against him.
He’s hard against the seam of my ass, his dick as rigid as a night-stick, and my pussy clenches at the knowledge, remembering what it felt like when he pushed that big thing inside me.
“Do that again,” Liam whispers, but I’m not really sure what he’s referring too; Callum squeezing or me moaning and bucking. Callum tweaks my nipples again, harder this time while Liam watches. His eyes are burning. “Lift your skirt, baby,” he says. “Let me see your panties.”
I do as he asks, using both hands to grasp the hem of my dress and lift. I have cute panties on. Little lace things that leave nothing to the imagination. For a second I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. All my regrets and doubts are still there, but the sex fog that these men seem to be able to cast over my brain has made them seem much less important. Liam groans as he looks between my legs.
“Sit on the bed, Callum,” he orders his brother, his eyes bright as though he’s thought of an amazing idea that he just has to put into action. Callum lets go of me and does as his brother instructed, pushing his shorts down to reveal his beautiful cock.
Man, I could write poetry about that cock. The way it stands proud and straight. The gorgeous color of it. The soft roundness of the tip that helped to ease its way inside me. He sees me staring and smiles. “It’s all yours, baby. Come and get it.”
“Not so fast,” Liam says. “I’ve got plans for you.” He kisses my mouth hard, teeth nibbling my bottom lip as he turns me and backs me towards his brother. I hear the tear of foil and the snap of latex and know that Callum is getting ready for me. I’m already ready for him, the slipperiness between my legs trickling into my panties. Liam’s hand goes between my legs, pushing the thin strip of lace to the side. “You gonna sit on my brother’s cock?” he asks me, pushing a finger up inside me so far I end up rising up on my toes.
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling Callum’s hands on my thighs, pushing up my dress so he can get a good view of my ass.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Callum murmurs. Between the two of them, I’m lowered until I feel the tip of Callum’s cock pressing against my entrance. He’s so big that it feels almost impossible, but I open around him, the weight of my body pulling me downward. Liam opens my thighs until my legs drape over his brothers’, my hands braced on my knees for stability. His eyes are between my legs, fixed on the point that Callum and I are joined.
“Fuck,” he whispers, kneeling in front of us. “Ride him, baby. Let me watch.”
I start to move with Callum’s hands supporting me, raising up and rolling my hips. He feels so good, so perfectly huge and stiff that every movement presses a spot deep inside me that makes me gasp with pleasure. “Oh…” I look down between my legs as Liam licks a finger and presses it onto my clit.
“Go slow,” he says. “Let me see it all.”
So I do. My thighs burn as I move upward, allowing the full length of Callum’s cock to slide almost out of me, then down, down, down until I’m fully seated in his lap.
“Oh fuck,” Callum says as I squeeze myself tightly around him. Liam’s finger circles gently, but it’s his gaze between my legs that has me so turned on I can hardly breathe. Knowing that he’s watching. Knowing that he can see my pussy spread around his brother’s cock is so unbelievably sexy. It should feel wrong to like it. He’s going to be my stepbrother soon, but I can’t find it in myself to care right now. It should feel wrong that my clit feels like it’s gonna burn from his touch, but it doesn’t.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, holding my gaze while he circles gently.
“She feels so good,” Callum says from behind me, nipping my shoulder with his teeth.
“I need to go faster,” I say, feeling my orgasm approaching like a slow-moving wave.
“Slow,” Liam insists, putting his free hand on my hip and gripping. “It’ll be more intense if you go slow.”
“Listen to him,” Callum urges, gripping my waist and controlling my movements. Oh…it feels so good I drop my head back and just feel.
“That’s it,” Liam says. “Just lose yourself.”
I do as he says, breathing deep and letting every little sensation build into something so big it’s almost frightening. Callum’s hands move to my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my nipples until I can’t hold myself back. I buck onto his cock as deep as I can take it, bending forward to kiss Liam while he keeps his fingers against my clit. “Oh, oh, oh…” I moan against his lips.
But it’s when I feel Callum’s cock start to swell that I know I’m gonna come.
It starts slow, a low rumble of pleasure that spreads from my center and outwards until I’m arching my back, gripping onto one of Callum’s hands and one of Liam’s, riding out the waves.
Callum groans as his own orgasm hits, and Liam talks through the whole thing; sweet and dirty things that make everything sharper and more vivid. When we’ve both stilled, it’s Liam who stands and helps me up on shaky legs. He cups my cheek in his palm and smooths my sweaty hair. “You were perfect,” he says. “Now it’s my turn.”
I shiver as he turns me, pressing his hand against the small of my back until I’m bent at the waist with my hands resting on the bed. It’s seconds for him to sheath himself, then he’s using his fingers to spread open my labia, taking his time to look at my wet, pink opening. The air cools against my pussy but not for long. Before I know it, he’s pushing his way inside me. It’s so odd to be filled so quickly by another cock that feels so much like the first. No man can be ready to go a second time in such a short time frame. My pussy is swollen and wet and the penetration so deep that it knocks the air from my lungs in a whoosh. Liam’s not gentle and I understand why. He’s been watching and waiting and now he’s taking his pleasure. I can admit that there is something unbelievably sexy about being used this way. The press of his fingers into my hips is brutal and the noises he makes are tinged with an edge of desperation that makes me so hot.
Callum is there next to me, his hand holding onto mine, his lips seeking mine as though he wants to swallow my moans. Liam’s cock is so impossibly hard now, and even though I’m getting sore I can already feel another orgasm rising inside me. It’s different than the first, faster and scarier in a way, as though Liam has reached deep inside me to yank it out. “Oh fuck,” I shout as it surges from between my legs like a flash. I feel wetness trickle down the inside of my thighs and for a moment I’m mortified. Did I pee myself? I know that can happen during sex. Liam groans as he comes, leaning his weight over me, pressing his face between my shoulder blades. As he slows, he makes a happy sound.
“You’re so wet, baby. You came like a river.”
“You made her squirt.” Callum chuckles and I look at him, confused. “Sometimes a vaginal orgasm can make a woman ejaculate,” he explains like a medical professional. I must turn red because he laughs again. “Nothing to blush about, Bethany. It’s sexy as hell.”
As if to illustrate the point, he smooths his finger between my thighs, slicking in the evidence.
Liam slips out from between my legs and I go to stand, wanting to get to the bathroom to clean myself up, but neither of the twins will let me disengage.
“Come here,” Callum says, pulling me towards him until I’m straddling his lap. “You smell so fucking sexy.” He holds my face between his palms and kisses me sweetly, sipping at my lips as though I taste of honey. Liam strokes my back and kisses the top of my head softly. The way they touch me after sex is so reverent. Worshipful almost. I feel blissed out and soft-boned, so when they encourage me to lie on the comforter between them, I do. I’m not planning to fall asleep. It’s still early in the day, but I must do because when I next open my eyes the room is dark and someone is knocking at the door.