by Jess Bentley
“Well, Chance, I did not realize you were so sheltered!” she smirks. “Do you remember Belinda and Blaine Easter?”
I do remember them. They were all in the same high school as us, and basically the same situation. Their parents got divorced or widowed when they were young and eventually they remarried with older siblings.
“Wait… What are you saying?”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “I am saying they were boning!”
“What? No they weren’t! Jack, back me up on this…”
“That was the word on the street,” he grins. “And Belinda was hot, too. Blaine and I had gym together. They were fucking almost every night, right next to their parents’ bedroom.”
My mind reels. There were a lot… I mean a lot of blended families in Evanston. One of the perks of having a lot of money, I guess.
“Hold on… How did I not know about this? What about, um, Janie and George? I don’t remember their last name. They called George Gator or something?”
Chelsea nods emphatically. “Totally doing it. Started in eighth grade!”
“Wow. You guys are blowing my mind.”
“Jade and Lance Piwoczyk?”
Jack shrugs broadly, raising his hands with the palms up. “Teenagers are horny as fuck, Chance. Or did you forget somehow?”
“I hardly forgot,” I object.
“It’s really kind of natural, if you ask me,” Chelsea sighs nonchalantly. “You stick a bunch of unrelated teenagers under the same roof… Their parents are hot for each other, why shouldn’t they be? It’s not like they’re cousins or anything. And it’s so damn convenient!”
“God... I hadn’t really thought about it that way.”
Chelsea slides up closer to me, swaying her hips from side to side until she brushes her thighs against the front of my thighs. She smiles up into my face and drums her fingertips against my pecs.
“Really? You haven’t thought about it?” she asks slyly, wetting her lower lip with her tongue.
“Come on, Chelsea, you know that is not what I meant.”
Jack comes over and stands behind her, sliding his hands over her belly and up under the bottom of her shirt. I watch the outline of his fingers as he squeezes her tits gently, then pulls her shirt up to expose them to me.
“Oh, I know you have thought about it,” he chuckles.
Chelsea presses her lips together and smiles, her eyes half closed as she leans back against his chest and allows him to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples into hardness. I can’t take my eyes off those brick-red buttons. They are the most gorgeous nipples I have ever seen.
“Come on, Chance,” she pouts, arching her back. “It’s time, baby. I think we have waited long enough, don’t you?”
“Way too long, really,” Jack comments, dipping his head to suck on the corner of her neck.
She moans and pushes up on her toes, reaching back to clasp his arm for balance.
“Chance… You know this is good. It’s going to be so good. Come here, big brother. Come here and kiss your little sister.”
At her command, I have no choice but to obey. My last objection falls away, melting under the intense heat of her gaze.
The combination of right and wrong, the confusion of knowing just how fucked up this all is, combined with how goddamn hot she is, it’s overwhelming. I can’t hold back anymore.
Chapter 15
Chelsea
Chance is looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. I push up higher on my toes, swaying my hips gently back and forth, watching the way his eyes track the movement. Jack holds me from behind and continues to tease my sensitive nipples as he bounces his erection against my ass.
This is it. It is finally happening. This is the last few moments of waiting while electricity sings through my body. This sweet pain. This agony of longing when my pussy is so full with wanting that I feel like I am on the verge of coming all the time… It’s almost over.
I see the moment when he makes up his mind. His eyes snap up to meet mine, clear and resolute. He clenches his jaw, his upper lip curling in a snarl.
“Come here,” he growls.
He ducks down, angling his shoulder against my weight so that he can hoist me over his back and carry me to the other side of the room. I let out a whoop of surprise and delight, catching Jack’s eye before I am falling, gently falling back to earth in the middle of the tumbling mats in front of the mirrors.
I have never watched myself naked before, and it’s mesmerizing and freaky at the same time to see my stepbrothers pulling my clothes off from either end. Jack kneels next to my head, angling my arms up to snatch my crop top off. Chance kneels by my hips to wriggle my shorts over my hips.
It’s a strange image: the three of us together, me in the middle like some kind of hieroglyphic queen with my consorts on either end, executing the required ritual to undress me.
And for a moment, I’m blinded. When Chance lifts my hips to bury his face between my legs, my eyes roll back in my head. I can’t see. The sensation explodes in my mind, blotting out everything else. But I can feel Jack straddling my shoulders, angling his hard cock toward my open lips while all the blood rushes to my head.
I really want to see, so I force myself to open my eyes at least a little bit. I want to see what this looks like.
I’m not disappointed. It’s an illustration from the Kama Sutra, to be sure. My head on the floor, my hips in the air with my knees locked over Chance’s shoulders. His head buried in my pussy, moving up and down as he batters me with his tongue. Jack kneeling at my shoulders, his long, thick cock curving only slightly before it breaches my mouth.
“Open your mouth for me,” he instructs me.
Obediently I open my lips, sticking out my tongue. He fists himself a few times and slides that thick, velvety head over my lower lip and tongue, groaning desperately.
It is almost too much to process. So much is happening all over my body, all at once. I already want to come, but I don’t want to black out. I have to stay above the sensations, remember how to mechanically handle Jack’s cock while Chance slurps my pussy so hard that all I want to do is let go and come on his face.
“Yeah, just suck the head,” Jack grunts, circling his hips with a restrained motion so he doesn’t get too deep too fast.
I force myself to submit, not to tense up, not to overthink it and risk biting him or jerking away from Chance. It takes a huge amount of will to force myself to simply be their toy. Their vessel, shared between them.
And yet, it is liberating. It is insanely hot. Chance’s tongue spears my hole, fucking me with smooth, tempting motions. I groan and wiggle against him, wanting more. I need him to know that I want so much more.
And he knows. They both do. As though some kind of signal went off, we shift positions. Jack leans forward so that I have to tip my head back to take more of his cock, while Chance lowers my hips to the floor. He nudges my ankles behind him so I can cross my feet behind his back.
It’s happening. I know it’s happening now.
Slowing down, Jack begins to thrust straight into my mouth, sliding halfway up my tongue, then back out almost entirely. At the same time, Chance angles his cock against my pussy. I sneak a look in the mirror, amazed to watch them both. Like twin gods, muscles flexing, arms rippling as they jerk themselves slowly at my openings. I am just enough for both of them. I’m ready. So ready and wanting.
Chance’s fingers grip my hip, pulling me toward him. He flexes his abs as his body curls forward. I can see it in the mirror even as I can feel it stretching the opening of my pussy. It’s so big, it’s like I’ve never had a cock before.
“You know what to do, baby,” Jack coaches me. “Just like that. Just a little at a time.”
His cock fills my mouth, then retreats. I feel Chance stretching my hole, then retreating. They synchronize their thrusts, with Jack going deeper. Somehow that encourages me to loosen up. I want to balance the penetration. I want to get them both
in me the same way at the same time. It’s a mission. I have to do it.
Jack pulls out, and starts again. This is smooth and yet excruciating. Like trying to reach a height on a playground swing. Not quite getting there, trying again. Pumping your legs so that you could swing ever higher.
And yet, it’s going to happen. I feel Chance get a little deeper. I move my hips when he is at the breach, corkscrewing slightly to wedge him past that tight ring. And when his head finally pops past it, I hear him gasp.
Doesn’t pull out all the way the next time that Jack does, but waits for my body to adjust around him. Jack thrusts twice more against my tongue before Chance begins the same motion. They sync up. It is glorious.
I have two men fucking my body. Jack in my mouth, Chance in my pussy. Every stroke is deeper. Every stroke fills me to bursting. I want it all. I’m a vacuum. I have voids that need to be filled. I am all hunger.
Faster and faster, they work my holes with their huge, throbbing cocks until I am beginning to shudder. I feel it coming. I feel myself turning to light, turning to fireworks. I’m so overwhelmed with sensation that when it starts, I hear myself screaming.
Then I hear them, roaring, unleashing a tidal wave of come into my mouth and pussy at the same time. I force myself to look, to see the glory of what is happening. It’s amazing. It doesn’t even look real. All three of our bodies silhouetted in the mirror, rocking and convulsing and thrusting and arching together. Muscles and sinewy limbs and hair and sound… It’s magnificent.
Jack’s come overflows my mouth and he pulls out sheepishly, sliding to the side while he reaches down to cradle my head under his arm. I swallow as much as I can and he wipes away the rest before it gets in my hair.
Chance empties himself into me, digging his fingers into my thighs. I don’t even care. I can’t feel pain. All I feel is satisfaction. Bone-deep.
The room is filled with the sound of our heavy, labored breathing for a long time. The air-conditioning blows a refreshing arctic mist across our naked skin.
I hear a sound, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Chance. He’s laughing. It’s a low, deep rumble in his chest that shakes his shoulders.
“Okay, yeah…” he finally says, leaning over to me from where he’s lying on the mat, biting my waist lightly between his teeth.
“Yeah what?” Jack asks, confused.
“Yeah… That was a pretty fucking good idea.”
We all laugh, a sound that we’ve waited maybe ten years to hear. It was worth waiting for, yes. But I am mystified that we didn’t start before now.
Chapter 16
Chance
Standing in front of my closet, I suddenly realize that I have been here for a long time looking at the exact same clothes.
Probably doesn’t matter what I wear, right? After all, it’s not like a date. She lives here. I will see her every day. And tomorrow. And the day after that.
And having her around is fantastic. I’ve seen her in pajamas and bathing suits, shorts and jeans and even a cute little summer dress thing. It’s so nice. She just sort of pops up at the edge of my vision from time to time, like a sprite in a video game.
Insatiably gorgeous, unrelentingly sexy. I live for the moments where I could see her do that thing where she throws her head back, tipping it to one side as she gasps or moans. That’s what I am always trying to get to. Just that one moment where I know she is so close to coming as she rides my fingers or my dick… Or Jack works her nipples until she moans like a animal. I adore it. I am obsessed with it. Just thinking about it now has me hard as a rock.
So what should I wear?
Something easy to get out of, that’s for sure.
I hear movement in the house, the sound of dishes. It’s lunchtime, and I know she is going to put the boys down for the afternoon nap. That means she is going to have some free time.
Every day, that is prime afternoon delight scheduling. The sun is out, the hot tub is right there. Or the gym. Or the kitchen. Or her room, my room, or Jack’s room. We have so many options. The boys sleep for about forty-five minutes to an hour. Pretty much perfect.
And it gives us all time to recover for whatever kind of trouble we can get into later in the evening.
Okay, track pants and a T-shirt. I mean it’s not very original, but it seems to work. I can be stripped down to nothing in half a second, so this is definitely my best option.
I get dressed, painfully aware of how heavy my balls are in the track pants. They rub against the nylon fabric, slightly ticklish where I trimmed my ball hair. Chelsea seems to like a decent amount of manscaping, so I spent some time on YouTube learning how to do it.
Nobody ever asked before, but it does make my dick look fucking huge.
As I come out of my room, Jack comes out of his. He raises his eyebrows at me in acknowledgment. Yes. We are live-in stalkers. No point in denying it.
Matthew and Ned are chasing each other around the table as Chelsea finishes tidying up from lunch. She gives Jack and me a look of amused annoyance, but I know she doesn’t mean it. There’s no point in playing around. We all know what the afternoon holds.
“You guys want to kiss your daddies good night?” she smiles to the boys. They rush over with their arms out, mouths still a little sticky, cheeks plump with happy smiles.
After kissing us, they rush off to their bedroom, followed by our sweet Chelsea who kisses the air in our direction, winking.
Jack and I stand there awkwardly, looking like nervous prom dates. We should have brought corsages.
When she returns, she sweeps across the room, sliding in her bare feet, smiling in her pretty pink wrap dress. It ties at the waist, and I know it will come off really easily.
“You look so happy to see me,” she murmurs when she comes over to me, standing on her tiptoes and looping her arms around my neck. She pulls herself up to kiss me, brushing her tits against my chest, turning me on immediately.
“I’m happy to see you too,” Jack announces, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward him to share in the kiss. He likes it when there’s a little bit of me left on her lips when he kisses her. Share and share alike.
I like the way she kicks up one leg like an old-fashioned film star when she kisses, standing on just her tiptoe with the bottom of her foot pointed at me. That arch is so tender, so sweet, I immediately fall to my knees and grab it in my hands, bringing it up to my mouth. She laughs as I tongue her instep, inhaling deeply. But she doesn’t pull away; she lets me lavish the arch of her pretty little foot with attention until I start to circle her ankle, the tendon at the back of her heel, her calf. I hear her start to moan and know that this is yet another way to her heart. It seems there are endless unexplored areas. These roly-poly toes are just one of her many delights.
My hands slide up her smooth calves, hesitating to stroke the ridges of her kneecaps before pushing her legs apart. I know Jack will support her weight for whatever position I want her in. We have excellent teamwork.
But something catches my attention, some tension in the back of her leg. I stop, pulling back to catch her eye. She looks down at me with a slightly sheepish, apologetic shrug.
“I should probably warn you that I just got my period, before you get too close to my pussy,” she smiles, shrugging one shoulder.
Under her skirt, I stare up the length of her thigh to panties I can just barely see. Deep pink. Lacy around the legs.
“You just got your period, huh,” I repeat.
“Oh boy,” I hear Jack say.
She twists back, disengaging from both of us with a saucy stare. “Oh, is this some kind of big surprise? Women have periods? Do I need to draw you guys some kind of health class diagram to get you all caught up?”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that…”
“Because I am not ashamed, okay? This isn’t like when we were kids and I was supposed to go to wrap every tampon in half a roll of toilet paper like that camouflaged it or whatever so you guys would be spa
red the awful knowledge that I am a healthy woman with a regular menstrual cycle!”
“No, really,” I try to interrupt, “it’s not that.”
“Because I was seriously going to offer to just jerk you off or whatever. So you wouldn’t have to, you know, suffer. But if you guys can act like this, you could jerk each other off!”
Jack takes her by the shoulders, leaning down to look directly into her eyes.
“Seriously, listen, would you?” he says, trying to suppress a chuckle. “This is fine. This is cool. Chance is super into it, if you want to know the truth.”
She wrinkles her brow. “Super into… what?”
Jack shrugs, practically giggling now. “Period sex. If you are, of course. Totally up to you. But, yeah… Really into it.”
She frowns for a second like she’s considering it, then turns to face me with questions in her eyes.
“Like, seriously? Like, get a towel?”
I nod slowly, trying not to imagine it all too fast or I will come in my pants right now.
“Like, get in the shower,” I instruct her, trying to keep my voice even.
She smirks slyly, twisting her lips to the side as her eyes gleam. I can tell she’s into it. Actually, I bet she’s never even done it before.
“Like… Now!” I insist, practically tackling her as I grab her and throw her over my shoulder.
From this position, it’s just so easy to bite her waist, I can’t resist. I love it, because of how ticklish she is and because she really does smell different right now. Tangy. A little metallic.
Jack rushes ahead of us to get to my bathroom and get the shower started. I don’t want to wait for the water to heat up. So thoughtful. That means I can concentrate on getting her in the room, getting her ready.
The shower hisses behind me as I sit her on the countertop, taking a few moments to inhale her deeply. She’s like an animal, plush and feral, a little thicker than usual, her tits a little heavier. It’s nice. I appreciate the small differences.
Tugging the pink sash bow at the corner of her waist, I open her dress, folding back the fabric to reveal her skin like unwrapping a present. She leans back on the heels of her hands and smiles shyly at me, her shoulders peeking out as the dress slips down her arms.
