by SC Daiko
“Let’s toss for it,” I suggest, reaching for the one-pound coin I know is in my jeans’ pocket. “Heads or tails?”
“Tails,” he chooses.
I flip the coin and let out a whoop when it lands with Her Majesty’s face-up.
I LOOK for Sam in the stables, but Rachel tells me she’s gone for a shower. There’s no alternative than to seek her out upstairs. I stand in the corridor outside her room until I hear the ensuite bathroom door click open. I knock, and Sam appears, a towel wrapped around her small frame. “Is anything wrong?”
“Nope. The opposite, in fact,” I grin. “Aiden says you’re ready to compete. We’ve just checked online and there’s a show that fits in with our schedule.”
She creases her brow. “You’ve entered me without checking if I’ve agreed first?”
“Hey,” I hold up my hands. “Of course not. The decision is yours, babe.”
“Tell me more,” she says, her eyes narrowing.
“It’s a qualifier class and the jumps are no higher than ninety centimetres. Just under three feet. Jason will sail over them. It will be two weeks after we get back from Rome.”
“That’s alright, then,” she smiles. “I’m ready for it, I think. You and Aiden have helped me with my horse.” Her eyes gleam with a naughty twinkle. “And with my hang-ups.”
“You’re doing great in both departments,” I say, opening my arms for her to come into them. She presses her sweetly-scented body against mine, and I bring my mouth down to prize her lips apart. Fuck, she tastes delicious… a heady mixture of mint and honey.
“I suppose you’d better come into my room,” she says, taking a shuddery breath. “But what about Aiden?”
“He’ll have his turn soon enough, babe. Looked like you were about to dive in when I interrupted you earlier.”
Do I feel bad for cockblocking him, and then getting to take our brat first? I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I’ll make sure I give Aiden his chance. Sam’s blush is hot, everything about her is hot, and my dick twitches. We stumble through the door, and I kick it closed behind me. I hold onto her hips and kiss her again, meshing our lips together, and then spearing her mouth with my tongue.
We come up for air and our eyes lock. Her chocolate-brown irises darken with desire, and she grabs hold of my t-shirt, curling her fingers into my chest.
I pull her knee up over my hip, angling it so my throbbing dick rubs against her pussy. “I wanna fuck you, babe. Right now. Is that what you’d like?”
“If you’re sure about Aiden?” She catches her lip between her teeth.
“More than sure,” I grunt.
She nods, once, and I walk her over to the wall. I take her hands and pin them behind her, kissing her neck, sucking it, giving her little love bites. I wrap her other knee around me, and hold her against the partition with my hips. Her towel falls to the floor. “You’re beautiful, Sam.” I cup her tits, rolling her diamond-hard nipples between my fingers. “Everything about you is beautiful.” And it is. I could fall for this girl. In fact, I’m falling for her already. Fuck!
Samantha
He hitches me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down on it and pulling off his clothes. Stretching himself out next to me, he kisses me, his tongue seeking mine, demanding, possessive. “Open for me, babe,” he rasps, pulling back.
I spread my legs for him and he slips two fingers into my already-soaked pussy, all the way in. I gasp and I thrust my hips forwards, catching his rhythm, rocking with him. His thumbnail hits my swollen clit, making it burn with need. “Oh, God,” I moan.
Will Aiden be okay with this?
I lower my gaze to Liam’s rock-hard chest, perfectly sculpted pecs, and the train of dark hair leading down to his gorgeous cock. Long, engorged, and ready for me. I reach down and stroke it, loving how it twitches at my touch. Silky skin over burning steel. Last night, he and Aiden taught me how to give them blow-jobs. I lick my lips, eager to repeat what they’d called my brilliant performance.
Giving Liam a smile, I scoot down the bed until my face is level with his dick. He fists his hands in my hair. “Good girl,” he says. His voice makes me feel hot; I burn even more when he raises himself onto his elbows and fixes me in his gaze. Wetness pools between my legs and trickles down my inner thighs.
I kiss Liam’s balls. Just a touch of my lips before I lick the skin behind his sac. He smells clean and musky at the same time. Taking his testicle fully into my mouth, I suck gently. He groans and tenses beneath me. I stop and take a breath. His cock is veined and straining, skin stretched, head gleaming with pre-cum, balls tight against his body. Turning my head sideways, I wrap my lips around him and lick down to his root and up again. I love the taste and feel of him on my tongue. I suck him into my mouth, all the way until the tip hits the back of my throat. He hisses and I slowly release him.
“God, you’re good, babe,” he groans. “But I wanna come in your sweet little pussy.”
His words make me throb so deep inside, I feel like I’m going to climax already. I wriggle my way up the bed until my head is level with his.
“Open your legs all the way, babe,” he grunts, straddling me. Hooding his eyes, he guides the head of his cock into me, and I’m so wet he manages to fill me up until he’s balls-deep. It feels freaking wonderful… the tingles are building already. His thrusts drive me higher and higher, and I breathe in short gasps.
“God, you’re so tight. So fucking tight,” he rasps.
He pushes deep, every stroke hitting the spot; he slips his fingers in my mouth, and I suck on them. His cock rubs against my clit and sparks fire through me. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, and he’s in so freaking far. But I push forwards, wanting more of him, wanting him to become a part of me. “Does that feel good, babe?” he groans.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper. I put my hands on his face, and he leans in. We’re eye to eye, nose to nose, bodies moving together, the swell of tension building. “You’re amazing,” I say, my fingers on his lips, my clit buzzing. He kisses my thumb, running his tongue along the length as he fucks me. All I can do is ride the pleasure as I shake and moan and start to come apart.
My limbs stiffen and I bury my face in his chest to stifle my shrieks. My pussy throbs, and I’m lost in the intensity of my orgasm. It ripples through me, and I’m floating on such a high I don’t ever want to come down.
“God, you’re beautiful when you climax, babe,” he rasps.
I feel the spasm of his dick and catch the pleasure in his face as he crests. I clench my pussy muscles around him until he slows, stops, and kisses my neck. “Thank you,” he says.
He slips his cock out of me. It’s still rigid, every inch of it rubbing my inner walls as he withdraws. Ever since I had my birth control injection, we’ve been fucking without condoms, and I just love the feeling of Liam’s and Aiden’s unsheathed dicks inside me.
Liam rolls off me, and his eyes twinkle. “We can’t go down to the kitchen with cum dripping down your gorgeous legs, can we?” he smirks. “I’ll fetch you a cloth from the bathroom.”
“No need for that,” a voice echoes. “I’ve arrived prepared.”
Eek! It’s Aiden.
He sits on the bed next to me, and wipes me clean. “Supper is ready,” he says. “When you didn’t come down right away, I kind of guessed what you’ve been up to.” He laughs, and his smile is relaxed. “I’m not going to say it’s my turn next, because that would sound lame.” He winks. “But you know what I mean.”
I flop back on the bed and stare at these two beautiful men. How did I get so lucky? I’m warm and tingly all over. Everything about Liam and Aiden is perfect… from the way they look out for me to the way they take care of me. I feel something for them, something that makes my heart stutter.
God, I’m not falling in love with my stepbrothers, am I? Shit no, it’s just affection and lust. Pure and simple. I mustn’t confuse horniness and friendship with the L-word. That would be totally crazy, right
?
I swivel my legs from the bed. “I’ll get dressed and we can go down for supper,” I say nonchalantly. “I’m starving.”
10
Aiden
I’m driving the lorry along the M4 motorway. “Samantha would have loved Rome,” I smile at Liam. And she would. The stunning Piazza di Sienna Arena, in the Villa Borghese Park, must be one of the most beautiful showjumping venues in the world.
“Yeah, shame we couldn’t have brought her along. But it would have drawn comments from the staff if we’d left Rachel at home,” he says, and I’ve no argument there. In any case, Rachel has the right experience to travel long-distance with our guys. Twenty-four hours in a box is no joke, and we’ve taken it in turns to monitor them, making sure they haven’t been stressed during the journey across Italy and France to the Eurotunnel.
I check behind in the passenger area to make sure Rachel is still up in the cubby-hole above us, taking a well-earned nap. I nudge Liam. “Looking forward to getting home?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he grins. “Especially with the brat waiting for us.”
“I wanna keep her,” I come right out and say it. “Can’t even think of stopping. She’s the one. Liam.” And she is... the one who makes my heart pound and turns my brain to slush. “I’m totally screwed.”
“You and me, too, bro,’” he groans, leaning across and ruffling my hair. “What a fucking mind fuck!”
I lift a hand from the steering wheel and ruffle his hair too. “At least she seems happy for us to share her. Not many girls would.”
“Are we sure about that?” He quirks a brow. “I mean, we’ve never really discussed it with her.”
“We don’t need to. Actions speak louder than words, and she’s up for it with the two of us just as much as she is individually.”
I remember my one-to-one with Samantha, the day after Liam’s. He’d made the excuse about meeting a friend in Hereford, and had set off giving me a wink; he knew full well what Samantha and I would get up to. It was like he’d given us his blessing.
She and I had stretched out on the living room sofa together, supposedly watching a film after supper. We’d taken Burt and Betty out first, and had settled them into their baskets by the fireplace. I put my arm around Samantha, and she rested her lovely head on my shoulder. The heat between us was palpable, and she swivelled her body so she was lying fully on top of me. I reached down and placed my hands under her armpits, pulling her up until her face was level with mine.
Her eyes shone in the low light, and she smiled that impish smile of hers. It was all I could do not to tear off her clothes and fuck her senseless. But I didn’t, at least not straight away; I was mindful of taking things slowly.
I cupped her chin and gently brought her face down to mine. We kissed, our lips pressing, our tongues exploring. I breathed in her sweet scent, and tasted the mint in her mouth. Then I ran my hands down her shoulders, her back, her perky little ass, and pulled her into me, my cock hard against the tops of her thighs.
She released a soft moan and writhed her hips, leaving me in no doubt about what she wanted. “Oh, Aiden,” she breathed.
I teased off her sweater, and she slipped her hands under my t-shirt, helping me to lift it off. She lowered her head and rained kisses to my chest, her tongue tickling my skin.
More wriggling, and she struggled out of her leggings and knickers before straddling me and locking her eyes with mine.
She leaned her body backwards, and grabbed hold of my thighs. Fuck, she looked so frigging beautiful, her pretty pink pussy on show for me. I flicked her clit with my thumb. “Mmm,” she moaned, bearing down on me, “that feels nice.”
I stared at her gorgeous little tits, jutting out above me as I rubbed her puffy lips, her dusky rose nipples hard as bullets. I slipped two fingers into her slippery warmth, and curled them to find the spot.
“Oh, fuck,” she hissed, “that’s amazing…”
She rode my hand like she rides her frigging horse, pushing down on my fingers, her pussy grasping and sucking at them like a greedy mouth. She closed her eyes and climaxed, hard, her breath stuttering, her body jerking.
“Yes, Aiden, yes,” she shrieked.
She slid to the floor and took my hand to lick my fingers clean. Then, concentrating hard, she unbuttoned my jeans and helped me pull them off.
My dick stood proud, swollen and weeping for her.
She smiled a naughty smile and straddled me again, lowering herself slowly onto my shaft until she swallowed me whole. Only a couple of weeks had gone by since I’d popped her cherry, and her confidence made me so proud of her.
I let out a grunt and thrust upwards, but she leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Let me do the work,” she murmured into my mouth. “I wanna ride your cock.”
She threw her head back and arched her spine, leaning on her forearms as she controlled the penetration, and it felt frigging unbelievable. She pushed herself up and down on me, my dick gripped by her tight little snatch as I lost myself in her heat.
“Do you know how you frigging feel, with your pussy squeezing my cock like that?” I rasped.
Her thighs clamped to my hips, and her eyes sparkled. “How do I feel?”
“You feel frigging fantastic,” I groaned.
She writhed and rocked and took all of me, riding my shaft again like there was no tomorrow, her hands on her tits, her pussy pulsing around my cock, her hips circling. With an almighty shudder she cried out, “Aiden!”
Her cry made me lose it, and I thrust up at her, shooting my load deep and hard. I reached for her shoulders and held onto her as I came like a bastard. The sensation was beyond brilliant; I never wanted it to frigging end.
She fell onto me and the feeling of skin on skin, the beat of her racing heart, the tickle of her silky hair against my chest made me wrap my arms around her and hold her close. My breath escaped in ragged pants, loud in my ears.
The door swung open then, and Liam stepped into the room. “Ready to go again?” he’d laughed. And we’d laughed with him before running upstairs for another round in Samantha’s bed.
Samantha
I stare at Mam’s face on my tablet. We’re Skyping each other for the first time in over a week. She’s in Sydney, Australia, and just about to go to bed as she’s nine hours ahead of the UK. She looks so happy, it makes me feel tickly inside.
“Well, my love,” she says, smiling. “I hope you’re being nice to your stepbrothers.”
She asks me that whenever we talk, and I always give her the same deadpan answer. “Of course.” I wish I could tell her how ‘nice’ I’m being to them, how they make my heart race, how much I love them. I’ve missed them like hell these past few days; I can’t wait for them to get home.
Mam gives me an in-depth account of her visits to the opera house, the harbour bridge and the wildlife park. “You would’ve loved the koalas, Sam. They’re incredibly cute.”
Michael is spoiling her rotten, she says, and has bought her some lovely jewellery in each port of call. “We’re sailing up to Queensland tomorrow. I’m so excited to see the Great Barrier Reef.”
She asks me how Jason is getting on and I tell her I’ve filled in the entry form to take part in a class at the Wales and West Show. “I’m so pleased for you, darling,” she smiles. “Good luck!”
We sign off, and I put away my tablet with a guilty sigh. This is the first time in my life I’ve kept a secret from Mam. We’re more like sisters than mother and daughter. She had me when she was only twenty, and looks younger than her years… which means that we’ve often been mistaken for siblings. Through the years of Dad mistreating her, I’d cheer her up with stories of the fun and games I enjoyed at Pony Club. We never discussed my father’s violence, but she knew that I knew about it; she can read me like a book.
The night of the accident will forever be in my memory. It had been raining all day, and Dad was driving back from Bristol where he’d gone to see a client. He was an insuranc
e rep, and had insured himself to the hilt, thank God. His car skidded on wet leaves and hit a tree on the winding stretch of road between Chepstow and Tintern. Mam had a bad feeling, she said, when he wasn’t back for our evening meal. Her premonition was confirmed when the police knocked at the door an hour or so later. Death had been instantaneous, they thought. At least he hadn’t suffered, I’d said to myself, although he’d spent years causing suffering to Mam.
I check the time on my phone now. Liam and Aiden should be back any minute. I go to brush my tangled hair in the bathroom and smooth on some lip-gloss. They’ll be tired and hungry, probably. Mrs Potts has left a stew in the oven, and there’s freshly baked bread and salad to go with it.
The rumble of the lorry alerts me to their arrival, and my heart skitters. I run downstairs and out into the yard, shifting my weight from one foot to the other while they park up. The cabin door opens and Liam jumps out. God, he looks amazing. Tousled dark brown hair, t-shirt hugging his ripped pecs, strong thighs in tight jeans. I want to launch myself at him, hook my legs around his hips, and pepper kisses down his neck. Instead, I smile and stand to the side while he goes to help Joe and Zac unload, Burt and Betty running after him with wagging tails.
Aiden comes up to me, his gaze burning, and he touches a hand to my arm. I slide my eyes over his gorgeous body, identical to Liam’s, and fight the urge to wrap my arms around his waist and bury my head in his powerful chest.
Act like his stepsister, Sam!
“Supper’s ready,” I say. “You must be hungry.”
“Ravenous,” he winks, and I blush… he isn’t just famished for food.
I ASK them about Rome while we eat. Rachel said she’d have a snack with Joe and Zac; she was too exhausted for a big meal. I’m grateful to be alone with my guys.
“We did good,” Liam says, pouring a glass of wine for himself and Aiden. “But not as good as we could have done.”
“Yeah, Team GB shared the lead with the Italians on a four-fault result at the halfway stage of the Nations Cup,” Aiden says, mopping up stew with a chunk of bread.
