by Eden England
I moved my hand up, off of the crotch of my pants, and slipped it under the waistband of my pyjamas. I pushed my fingers down against my moist pussy.
Frank placed his big strong hand on my shoulder.
“It’s warm down here,” I said.
“Let me help you out of that hot sweater,” Frank said as he began to remove my sweater.
He slipped my sweater up over my head, leaving only a thin white t-shirt behind. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my tight undershirt became translucent as it squeezed my body.
I looked over at Charlie and then down at his pants. I moved my hand slowly onto his lap and began to rub his cock through his pants, gently. He looked up at Frank and smiled. Frank was smiling back. Frank took my shirt from the base and pulled it up, over my head. My boobs fell down and bounced as my shirt cleared my body.
Frank took his muscular hand and cupped one of my breasts. He leaned in and placed his mouth over my nipple and began to suck. I rubbed Charlie’s cock harder. I could feel it begin to throb and become bigger.
I fell back on my bed and let go of the picture, now completely lost in my fantasy.
Charlie stood up from the stool and began to undo his belt. He pulled his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his long, semi-erect penis. I grabbed onto it gently with my hand. I pulled my hand up the length of his shaft, right to the tip. His cock was large and firm as I squeezed and massaged it softly in my hand. Jolts of warmth pulsed through my body as Frank sucked and fondled my tits. Frank pulled his head back and looked up at me. He placed his hands on my sides.
Then, he lifted me up and placed me down on the counter slab and walked around the bar. The brothers were standing on either side of me. Frank began to pull my pants down, leaving me only in my panties. Charlie leaned in and began to kiss my neck.
I reached down and grabbed onto his now fully erect cock again and began to pump it with my hand. It was as long as my forearm and I could feel every vein as I slid my hand up and down his member. I let my head drop back as Frank pulled my panties down past my ankles.
A warmth vibrated between my legs. Frank’s warm mouth press up against my wet pussy. He began to eat me out. His tongue moved up and down the length of my slit; his tongue flicking my clit on every pass. The tingle in my pussy began to grow stronger and I could feel my vagina begin to pulsate as warm fluid began to gush out of it. Charlie placed both his hands on my boobs and began to squeeze hard as he kissed my neck. I pulled on his cock harder.
Frank pulled his head out from my dripping pussy, jumped up onto the bar and began undoing his pants. Charlie climbed up as well, placing his knees next to my body and lining up his long veiny dick with my mouth. He placed his throbbing tip on my bottom lip.
“Hey Brenna?” I heard a voice say, outside our room.
I snapped out of my fantasy and pulled my hand out of my pyjama pants. It was dripping with warm, fresh pussy juice.
“Yes?” I replied.
The door opened and Frank poked his head in. I hid my moist hand behind my back.
“Do you want to come watch a movie with Charlie and I?” he asked. “Dad is fast asleep.”
“Um, sure,” I said. “Just give me a minute.”
“Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah,” I lied. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, smiling.
I returned the smile as he turned to leave.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SEXUAL TENSION
It was the 23rd—the night before Christmas Eve, and James’s mother had prepared yet another enormous meal with far too many courses to count. James had returned from the mall, just before dinner. He said nothing to me, still lost in his sibling frustrations.
We all sat around the dinner table.
“Get all your shopping done?” Frank asked James.
“Yeah. I only had one thing to get,” James replied. “Did you guys treat Brenna okay while I was gone?”
I smiled.
“Yeah, we just watched some crappy movie on Netflix,” Frank said.
“You were alright while I was gone?” James asked me.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You missed one hell of a hockey game,” My father said to James. “Edmonton came back from four goals down. Scored in the last three seconds to draw overtime.”
“Who were they playing?”
“Carolina.”
I looked up from my plate and Frank was looking at me with a sheepish grin on his face. After a moment, he looked back down at his plate. James was too absorbed in his hockey conversation with my father to have noticed.
“Could you pass the gravy, Frank?” Patricia asked.
“Sure,” Frank replied, passing Patricia the gravy boat.
His arm flexed as he extended it across the table towards his mom.
“Thanks, darling.”
Frank took another glance at me before returning to his dinner. James was still too involved in his conversation with his dad to notice.
“Hopkins got a hat-trick,” Frank said.
“Wow, really?” James replied. “Crap, I think I had him benched in my pool.”
I looked over at James curiously.
“I didn’t know you liked hockey,” I said.
“You don’t know everything about me,” he said.
“Brenna,” Charlie said across the table. “When do you guys head home?”
“My flight is on the twenty-sixth,” I replied.
“So soon?”
“Sadly, yes.”
“Well, you’ll have to be sure to make the most of your visit.”
He smiled at me. Frank was grinning at me again. I felt like I was missing something. Could they have heard me in my room earlier? I looked back at Charlie as he looked back down at his plate, still smirking. I tried to ignore what was likely just my social anxiety paranoia, and continued to eat my dinner.
A leg brushed up against mine. I didn’t look up at all, but I could tell that it wasn’t James’. It gently rubbed against me. I looked up slowly, but neither brother was looking up at me. I couldn’t tell who the culprit was, so I kept trying to ignore it.
After dinner, James disappeared to go and “wrap presents”, once again leaving me alone with his foreign family—with my foreign family. We sat around the television while Charlie told stories about his life over in New York City and his proud family listened. My father listened attentively—more attentively than he had ever listened to me.
I sat quietly on the edge of a large couch, in the corner of the room—an outsider—outcast by my own family. Two hours passed since James left to wrap gifts, and he was not yet back. My anxiety started to kick in.
I stood up and excused myself for the bathroom. Frank watched me closely as I walked across the room, around the corner, and out of sight.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I could hear the vivacious chatter from the living room. I could hear my father laughing with joy. Part of me felt let down, part of me jealous, and part of me happy that my dad was finally content.
“You’re okay, Bren,” I told myself. “You’re fine.”
I stared myself directly in the eyes and took a deep breath.
“Everything is fine.”
I turned and opened the bathroom door.
Frank stood on the other side, waiting for me. A grin swept across his face as our eyes met. He stood in silence for a moment, looking me up and down.
“Hey,” he said.
“You scared me,” I said.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Go ahead, I’m done,” I said, moving aside for my muscular stepbrother.
He stepped in front of me, blocking my exit.
“I was actually wondering if maybe you wanted to get out of here,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, go grab a beer at a bar or something. I’m bored, just sitting around here. I think mom and Walt are going to head to bed pretty quickly.”
“Oh, I’m probably just going to stick with James. I think he’s pretty tired,” I said.
Frank laughed.
“Leave him here. He won’t mind.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“C’mon. It will be fun. I know a place nearby.”
He looked me in the eye, smiling. I didn’t know what to say.
“I would just feel bad ditching James like that.”
“It’s fine. It wouldn’t be any fun with him anyway. He’s not exactly the life of the party.”
“Neither am I,” I said.
“You never know. You could be,” he said.
He placed his big strong hand on my arm and took a step closer to me.
“Just the two of us,” he said.
I could smell his manly musk emanating from his thick, hard chest. He slid his hand down the length of my arm, gently.
“I—I don’t know,” I said.
He looked me up and down again and laughed. “I’ll never know how James found you.”
“James is really nice,” I said.
“He is?”
“He is—I mean, he normally is.”
“James has a lot of secrets,” Frank said.
“What do you mean?”
“I guess you’ll just find out for yourself. That’s not really my place.”
Frank took my hand in his and lifted it up gently. I was weightless to his strong physique. He could have lifted me over his head with no effort, if he was so incline.
An increasingly familiar surge of warm energy rushed through my body. I became lightheaded.
“I’m sorry, I have to go and find James,” I said.
“I know you want it,” he whispered in my ear.
I froze.
“W—What?” I said.
He caressed the length of my arm again. His hands were warm.
“To come out tonight. I know you want to,” he said.
He grinned again with his devilish smirk.
“I—I really don’t think tonight is a good night.”
“Just think about it,” he said. “You know where to find me.”
I looked back into his eyes and he looked into mine. “Excuse me,” I said. I squeezed past him and moved quickly down the hallway.
He watched me as I walked away.
CHAPTER NINE
THE STEPBROTHERS
When I returned to the living room, Patricia was tidying up the living room. Everyone else was gone.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“Everyone went to sleep. You look like you could use some sleep,” Patricia said to me.
I ignored the jab. “James too?”
“James was very tired,” she said.
I offered to help clean up, but Patricia insisted that I was much better off using the extra time to get some sleep.
When I returned to the guestroom, James was already out cold on the bed, snoring loudly.
I lay down next to him. The moment my body hit the bed, he rolled away from me.
On the nightstand next to the bed was the photo album I had perused earlier. I tried closing my eyes to sleep, but the image of Frank’s devilish grin kept me from dozing off.
I couldn’t sleep at all that night.
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to James snore for what felt like hours. I was haunted by Frank’s proposition. Even worse, I was haunted by the guilt that I’d considered it, and was still considering it.
I flipped through the photo album again—and again, and again.
A shadow moved across the crack beneath the guestroom doorway. Someone was still awake. I sat up and listened carefully. There was a loud, long wooden groan on the other side of the wall, as if someone was there, listening into our bedroom.
The shadow moved across the doorway again, and I could hear gentle footsteps become quieter as they became farther and farther away.
I got up and walked to the doorway. James remained fast asleep in bed, snoring away.
I opened the door and walked into the dark hallway. A splash of moonlight stretched from the window at the end of the hall, to the floor outside the guestroom. I made my way around the corner and into the living room. The room was dim, lit sporadically by the dancing flames in the fireplace. Standing by the stairway towards the basement was Frank. He turned and looked at me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.”
“You’re up late.”
“So are you,” I replied.
He looked back downstairs.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“Me neither.”
Frank stared at me for a moment, in silence.
“Can I ask you something?” Frank asked.
“What’s that?”
“What do you see in him?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you see in James?”
I was not prepared for that question.
“Umm—” I said. “He’s smart. And he’s tall—handsome.”
“No offense, Brenna, but the James I know is none of those things. He was good in school, sure—but he’s always been a bit slow. The James I know is an asshole who has only ever cared about himself,” Frank said.
I didn’t have an answer.
“He’s always bringing girls home. They break up after he gets caught in some elaborate web of lies that he made about his life,” Frank continued. “Let me guess, he told you that you were the first girl he’s brought home for Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I figured as much,” Frank said. “No offense to you, but you’re not. Far from first.”
“You don’t belong here, with him.”
I looked down at my feet. I knew he was right, but it was bad timing. I took a breath, fighting the tears from my eyes.
“Come here,” he said.
I slowly walked over to him.
“Just try to enjoy the next few days here, and then do what you have to do afterwards.”
He could see I was trying my best not to cry. He put his big, muscular arms around me and hugged me tightly.
“Why would he lie?” I asked.
“You’re beautiful—way out of his league,” Frank said. “Can’t say I blame him.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Come this way,” he said.
He began to lead me down the stairs. We walked through the door into the basement bar.
Charlie was sitting at the bar. He looked up at me as I walked in with Frank and he smiled.
“Brenna,” Charlie said, greeting me.
I tried to force a smile. The room was dimly lit from the light above the bar. Frank walked passed me, towards the bar.
“Can I get you something?” Frank asked.
“I’m okay, thank you.”
Frank smiled and walked towards me.
“You need to relax. You’re going to ware yourself thin.”
“I know,” I said, looking down at my feet.
“Look at me,” Frank said. He placed his hand on my chin and gently tilted my head up.
I took a deep breath.
He smiled. “Just relax.”
“I want to.”
“You can get on a plane tonight. Get out of here. We’ll take care of James. Don’t settle. Don’t let yourself become a little accessory in his life.”
“We know what you want, Brenna,” Charlie said.
I stood in silence for a moment.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Look. There’s no need to be nervous, you know,” he said as he looked back at Charlie and smiled.
I didn’t respond. Frank leaned over and put his warm lips against my ear.
“We can give it to you,” he said.
I felt that same rush of energy from before travel through my body. I couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t be right…
“James isn’t good enough for you,” Charlie said. “He doesn’t know what he nee
ds. You know what you need.”
“But I—” I started.
“Shh—” Frank said to me as he took my hand in his. “Just do what you think is right. You want to go up to James, go. You want to walk out of this house and get on the first plane back to California, go and do it. You want to be here, with us?”
I stood frozen for a moment, and then looked up into Frank’s eyes. He smiled at me and moved his hand up to my face. He stroked my cheek gently. Charlie stood up and walked towards me. My body tensed up, but I remained in place. I wanted them so badly, but my mind was struggling with justifying it. James wasn’t for me, and it was becoming painfully obvious.
Charlie walked behind me and placed his hands around my hips. Then, sliding his hands up, he moved my sweater up and over my head, leaving me in my bra, which I could feel his hands begin to undo.
Frank leaned in and kissed me. As he pulled away, he gently bit down on my bottom lip and pulled it back a little bit. Craving his soft, warm lips, I leaned in forward and kissed him deeply. My bra fell to the ground and Charlie’s hands reached around and grabbed my tits. He began to squeeze.
I pushed my tongue hard against Frank’s then took my hands and slid them under his shirt onto his rock hard body. I moved them up and down the ridges of his defined abs and chest. His hard nipples pushed against my skin. Charlie’s hands began to squeeze harder and I could feel my pussy begin to heat up and moisten.
Sliding my hands down, I began to undo Frank’s belt. I pulled it away, pulled down his pants and then pushed my hands down his boxer shorts onto his semi-erect penis. I grabbed it in my hand and began to fondle and pump it, transmitting the sexual energy being charged through me from Charlie’s hands. The three of us stood there like a sexual circuit.
Then, Charlie began to remove my shorts along with my panties, leaving me fully nude standing between the two men. Frank stepped back and removed his shirt as Charlie spun me around and pulled me into him; kissing me deeply. His hands moved up and down my naked body as I began to remove his pants as well.
His cock sprung out, fully erect. It was long and thick, with large veins running through it. I grabbed it with my hand so that I could feel it throbbing. Frank stepped into my back and I could feel his now fully erect cock press up against my butt. I was sandwiched between the two naked men as they caressed the length of my naked body.
