Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE

by Eden England

  Charlie sunk down and pressed his face up against my pussy and I began to feel his wet, warm tongue stroke my clit. I threw my head back autonomously in pleasure and Frank grabbed onto me and began to suck on my neck as he fondled my boobs. With every deep squeeze he made, his fingers would end up on my nipples, gently rubbing and squeezing them.

  The two men worked away at my body almost in synchronization with one another. As Charlie pushed his hot tongue along the length of my dripping wet vagina, Frank would squeeze my breasts hard. I could feel his cock throb as it sat, perfectly nestled between my warm butt cheeks.

  Charlie’s tongue moved south and started to run longer lengths, extending all the way from my anus to my clit. He moved his tongue in a small circle around my asshole and then would move north and push his tongue up, deep into my pussy. As the pleasure built up in my body, my knees began to weaken and my body started surrendering to my stepbrothers.

  Charlie stood up and I looked him in his charming eyes. He smiled, took me by the hand and led me towards the couch. He laid himself down on his back and pulled me on top of him. I looked down at him then leaned in to kiss him.

  His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me in closer to him. I reached down blind with my hand, grabbed his cock and guided it straight into my pussy. I squeezed his thick member in with force and felt my warm juice squeeze out to make room for him.

  Charlie began to thrust himself into me, over and over. I could feel every centimetre of his massively long cock push in further and further with every thrust. My breasts began to bounce up and down as he held me around the neck, pulling me in closer and closer.

  I felt Frank’s large, muscular hand against my back as he stepped over Charlie and I on the couch. His knees planted themselves next to mine as he settled into place. The tip of his penis glided along from the top of my butt crack, down past my anus and right to my pussy, where Charlie’s thick cock was already pounding me. Charlie pulled out, allowing Frank to push his cock into my pussy for a turn. At first, there was a sharp pain but my muscles quickly relaxed and his enormous throbbing muscular cock slipped right in.

  The two men took turns—pounding me senseless for a minute before trading out with the other.

  As I began to relax and my body became less tense, they picked up speed. I melted down into Charlie’s warm body.

  I gasped.

  My pussy became tight, stretching wide. Both men were entering into my body. They moved gently at first.

  I was fully stuffed with two enormous cocks. Frank’s big strong hands reached around and grabbed onto my tits and he squeezed hard every time he launched his cock into me.

  I moaned loudly. A powerful elation vibrated through my body and I lost control. I began to scream out loud.

  Frank grabbed my mouth his hand, silencing me. Charlie placed his hands around my hips and began to use his own force to pull me down against his pelvis. The tingling sensation in my pussy intensified to the point I lost total control of my body. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, but I was muffled my Frank’s warm hand.

  I came. My legs trembled. My pussy quivered.

  Frank squeezed my tits as hard as he could. He was close—I could feel it; his cock swelling and throbbing. Charlie’s warm, humid breath glistened against my shoulder as he pushed harder, faster, stronger. He was close.

  The two men were going to cum into me at the same time. I was ready for it. I wanted it so badly. I pushed my body back into them, hard, over and over again. I could feel the veins of both cocks as they pumped blood aggressively. Then, in the exact same instance—

  The brothers pushed in hard and my body filled tight with their hot loads. I took an enormous breath in and closed my eyes. All the tension released from my body and I fell limp into Charlie.

  They slid their hard cocks out of me and their giant loads of warm cum poured out. Charlie turned his head and kissed me softly on the cheek.

  “Get out of here,” he said. “Go find a man who deserves you.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  NEW LIFE

  A buzzing elation stayed with me, long after the act was through. I returned to the guestroom, feeling light. I floated up the stairs as if my body was filled with helium.

  James was still passed out, face down on the bed, his body sprawled out across the whole mattress. I opened my suitcase and stuffed it with all of my clothing. James’s sporadic snoring continued until long after I was out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the house.

  I looked back at the quaint moonlit house one last time before my cab pulled up.

  “Where to, lady?” the cabbie asked.

  “Airport,” I said.

  I watched the house become smaller and smaller as the cabbie pulled away. We turned the corner, and my father’s new family became nothing more than a distancing memory.

  Snowflakes hung stationary in the still night air, glowing orange from the warm streetlights above. The streets were abandoned, silent.

  There was only a single stewardess working the forlorn airport.

  “There’s a flight to LA in an hour. I can put you on standby,” the stewardess said.

  “That would be fine,” I said.

  “I just need to see your ID—and the credit card the flights were booked on so I can refund the difference.”

  I pulled the wallet out from my purse. As I pulled my credit card out, a photo fell out. It was the photo of Charlie and Frank wrestling on the beach.

  “Ma’am?” the stewardess said.

  “Sorry,” I said, handing her my credit card.

  I ran through the moment with Charlie and Frank over and over again on the plane ride home that night. It all seemed to happen so fast. Just a couple of days ago, I was on a plane with James, thinking about how I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. Now, I was on a plane alone, thinking about the last time I saw him; snoring as I snuck away to fulfil my sexual fantasies with James’s brothers—with my stepbrothers.

  I felt bad but at the same time I felt free. James was not the man for me. If it wasn’t for Charlie and Frank, I might never have realized it. I might have just fell further and further down the rabbit hole.

  The sun was beginning to rise. I watched the sky become a beautiful golden colour from black through the small plane window.

  By the time James would realize I had left him, I would be back in California, looking for a new apartment—looking to start the next chapter of my life.

  I landed at the LAX airport, in Los Angeles. I got into a cab, and headed home.

  “Twenty-six bucks,” the driver said to me.

  I pulled out my wallet.

  The photo of Charlie and Frank was gone.

  “Miss?” the cabbie said to me.

  I settled the bill, headed up to my apartment.

  It was Christmas Eve morning, and I was alone—but I was not lonely. Too often, the future seems to be predetermined—a giant book full of written pages. The next pages of my book were empty, ready to be written by me, the way I wanted to write them.

  THE END

  ABOUT EDEN ENGLAND

  Eden England is a frisky little Brit, living many miles from home in Canada. She is rather fond of sexy books, particularly those involving strapping billionaires and scandalous royalty. England likes a man who can take charge, who isn’t afraid of a getting a little rough and dirty.

  Nothing is off in the bedrooms of England’s books.

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