by Ally Miller
For a moment, I felt like time had stopped, and I knew I was so close, just from the teasing they did there. However, they pulled away, looking at me, who started to involuntarily push my hips up. I wanted more, and it was obvious from the way Robert looked at me, that would be the wish that I’d grant.
“Of course. But we don’t want you to cum right away. We’re saving that. However, that doesn’t mean we won’t tease you along the way,” he said. He moved his hips down my body, teasing the edge of my hipbone before moving against the edge of my underwear. I felt him rub against that spot, causing me to let out a small gasping moan of desire. I wanted him to continue touching me there, and soon, I was pushing against his own hand, the friction obvious. He chuckled, seeing the way my body was practically rutting against his digit. He then moved it to the side, grasping my panties and then slipping them down my body.
I felt the cold air hit them almost immediately, inciting a blush on my face. I’ve never been so exposed, and in public mind you. I felt him move his hands over to my clit, touching the tip of it. he then looked at Caleb, who moved towards the tip of that same area. However, instead of using his fingers, I felt something pink and wet touch there instead.
Holy crap. It was his tongue. At first, I didn’t know what was going on, and soon, I began to cry out with desire and need. He began to tease the area there, and I knew that this was something that made me scream out in need for more. He started to press his tongue there, swirling it about and making me moan out loud in need and desire. While he did this, Robert pressed the first digit into me, which honestly wasn’t too terrible. It was probably because of the teasing against my other area courtesy of Caleb, but I was soon able to get two fingers into there no problem. I felt them fill me up, tightening against me, and soon, he started to press in deep. I began to let out a moan of excitement and need, the amazing feeling almost too much for me. for both of them, they enjoyed seeing me lose my mind like this, and soon, I felt Robert press a third finger into there, curling up slightly to hit something that changed me completely. When he touched there, I screamed out loud. I was so close. I nearly lost it right then and there, but then, he pulled back, licking the digit and smiling at me.
“Not just yet. Now the fun begins,” he said.
I was slightly annoyed that I didn’t get to cum yet, but soon, I was flipped over onto my hands and knees. I looked at him as he positioned himself behind me, tearing open a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his shaft. Holy crap, he was huge. I began to wonder if I could take this, but then, he slid inside of me.
I began to groan, feeling excited about it all. He pressed all the way in, making me moan out loud and in need. He began to push himself all the way in, and that’s when I felt it. The sting of him breaking my virginity caused me to cry slightly, tears stinging my face as he did this. I knew it would hurt, but goddamn. However, I was soon distracted by something in front of me. I looked, and it was Caleb.
“Let me see how your pretty mouth is,” he said.
I felt the cock touch the tip of my tongue, causing me to shudder at the slightly bitter liquid. However, I got used to it, sliding the member against the edge of my mouth. I took about half of it into my mouth, causing me to feel it fill me up, and in time, it actually helped with the full feeling I felt behind me. it wasn’t too bad after a while, and the pain subsided. Soon, I felt them both thrust into me, causing me to cry out with every waking thrust. Each thrust drove me wild, causing me to get insane. I felt the cock go down my throat a bit further, each time making me almost gag on it. I loved it though, and soon, I felt Robert touch that spot, hitting it directly and making me cry out loud.
I began to shiver, feeling every single movement start to press through my body. I felt completely enraptured by everything, and as I tensed up, I began to cry out loud, feeling the effects of my orgasm as I came hard. It was then when I felt his cock press against that spot once more, making me tighten up, and soon, he let out a low groan. I could feel the heat from the condom he wore start to flow through my pussy, making me feel like I was going mad every single time. everything felt so good, so amazing, and with every passing second, I was enraptured by it all.
For a brief moment, I felt like time had stopped when I came. Then, I felt two hands against my head, pushing down on the member in front of me. I continued to take it, knowing that he was close. When Caleb finally came, he then started to cry out loud, filling my mouth up with his hot seed. Holy shit, it was a lot. I swallowed it, grimacing slightly at the taste.
“Damn that’s bitter,” I said.
“Sorry. I should eat more fruit then,” he told me.
Yeah, that might be a good idea. I began to feel a bit shocked by it all, completely enthralled by everything that was going on. It was then when I looked at both of them, who pulled back for a second.
It was so good. I’m so glad I finally got those feelings out. I felt my body drop down against the desk, completely shocked by how I felt. Then, I put my dress and underwear back on slowly. They did the same, trying to straighten themselves out.
“Wow,” I said.
“That’s exactly how I feel,” Caleb said. It was obvious he enjoyed me sucking him off.
“I think we can all agree that it was utterly amazing,” I heard Robert say.
“Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like that, and that I would totally do it again,” I admitted. I felt a flush ghost over my face, making me felt completely happy about it all. The two of them looked at one another, smiling before they turned to me.
“We would love to do it again as well. If you want to that is,” Robert said.
In truth, both of these teachers were perfect. I mean, they’ve helped me with my schooling, but they also want to be there for me. I grinned at them, feeling excited about this.
“Of course. I’d love to,” I said.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll definitely do this again. And if you ever need any tutoring in the future, you certainly can let us know,” he said.
They both moved in, each of them giving me a subtle kiss on the cheek as I felt a reddened feeling ghost over me. in truth, all of this was so perfect. Everything was how I wanted it to be, and they both seemed eager to express these similar feelings as well.
“I think I’m falling for you,” I said.
They looked at one another, and then at me, smiling. “We both feel the same way,” Caleb said.
“Indeed. I do have one request however. Please don’t tell anyone about this. I mean, I know that you probably won’t, but if word got out that we were doing this, even after you pass my class, things might get nasty,” he said.
I listened to this, wholeheartedly agreeing with the words he said.
“Of course. I don’t want to tell anyone about this. Not even my best friend will know about this,” I told them with a smile.
They listened to my words, nodding and smiling. “Thank you,” Robert said.
“Yes, we do appreciate it. This can be our little secret, you know,” he said.
I totally wanted that. I smiled at both of them, knowing full well this was what my mind and body wanted too. “I definitely agree with that sentiment,” I said.
The three of us each shared one last moment together before I headed back to my dorm. I began to feel relief, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel tense because of the situation. I guess that’s what my mind was focused on, and now that I have solace, I honestly feel happier.
Life got a lot easier for me after that. it was the first time I’ve ever admitted those types of feelings ever, and since I did, it was like a weight finally left. I went to class, was able to focus, and I did occasionally get tutoring from them as well, although it wasn’t always about hitting the books. I had about two weeks until the semester was over, when I would finally pass this class and get on with my life.
The final was actually one of the easiest I’ve had. I don’t know if mine was intentionally easy, but it was obvious tha
t this was a lot better than before. I felt like I had actually learned shit, and it wasn’t just me stumbling about. however, once I was done, I gave them both a look. I would miss this class, but I knew that this wasn’t the end of our relationship. We’d make this work, I just knew it.
I got a call from my mother after the grades were announced. She thanked me for finally taking my studies seriously, and was happy that I wasn’t getting kicked out of college. I was happy as well, for I knew that while I did have this taboo relationship on the side, I still felt an urge to focus on my studies, which was what I did. I kept a good balance, especially with all that happened.
Time passed, and after I graduated, I still saw both of them. I did manage to land a killer job as a technician, and while my parents did wish I stayed in their field, I was happier. I got to see both of them a lot, and Caleb became a professor at the college. With some sweet talking and some resumes, I did the same thing, actually ending up as a biology professor there. Sure, it wasn’t what I expected to do, but I got to see them, which was what mattered.
For me, it changed my life, and I took pride in being the woman that I became. I know it was different, especially for me, and there was a lot of fighting, and while I knew I was a brat, both Robert and Caleb changed me for the better, and now that I had them, I didn’t regret anything, nor did I ever want to go back to who I was before.
THE END
Bonus 12 of 30
Coming Together for the Holidays
Description
A night of torrid passion with someone she should not have loved made Mina desperate for a change. Leaving her home and altering her appearance bought her distance, but could not quell thoughts of that night, of the man she had left behind, from her mind. Isolated from her family and kept away from her hometown out of concern of what might happen if she went back, Mina’s sudden change had become the talk of the Harper family.
But she would have to come back someday, and her stepbrother would be there when she did.
Now, Mina has returned home for the holidays and her stepbrother, Dirk, clearly remembers what they had done together, and is interested in continuing where they left off. Will Mina be able to resist his charms?
Or will Dirk’s charms wear her down, make her give in to another night of forbidden love?
Chapter 1
When Mina was asked why she had changed so drastically, she lied.
This was, in large part, because most of people who would ask were members of her family, who had seen the sweep of her life in its entirety, the person she had once been and the person that she had become over the last year. The difference between those two states was stark. Gone was the red-headed flower child of what Mina, at twenty-two years old, had taken to calling her youth, replaced with a young woman of a decidedly darker tone. She had cut her hair short, dyed it black, taken to long pants and men’s cut shirts as, slowly but surely, the old Mina had faded away. Piece by piece, she had changed.
Talk around the family, she had heard, was that Mina had “turned” gay, shacked up with some Goth woman in some dingy apartment in her new city, and there was some truth to that. Mina’s roommate was a Goth, and their apartment was not… luxuriously furnished, but that was as far as it went. Anne certainly wasn’t of romantic interest for Mina, nor were women in general. Change does not have to be sexual, though in Mina’s case it was, albeit not in the way the rumor mill seemed to think.
Her own story was far more vague. When Aunt Callie called to invite her back home for the holidays, Mina had stumbled over her thoughts some, so that when Callie broached the question of why she had changed her appearance so drastically, she was already off her game. The pause that followed the question was, perhaps, longer than Mina might have liked, suggesting more than she wished to reveal. When she finally marshaled her thoughts enough to speak, it was with a slight stammer, a hitch in her breath that was similarly involuntary.
“It was just… time for a change, Auntie.”
Mina liked that answer, like she liked most half-truths; the rhetorical utility of them was rather lovely, in a squirming, dishonest sort of way. Words that used the truth to obscure other parts of the truth. That it had been time for her to change herself was not up for debate. Her family always failed to ask the correct follow-up question, though:
What was it that had made it that time?
Chapter 2
Snow crunched below the tires of Anne’s borrowed car, the ill-repaired sedan struggling as it went. Somehow, both the slick ice and the mounded snow caused it trouble, but then, flat surfaced roads often did too. Anne had bought a car that had no advantageous terrain, each attempt at driving it somewhere only another opportunity to show off new and unique ways in which it could fail its driver. It shuddered to a stop at the curb outside her parent’s house, then mysteriously managed to slide back half a foot, causing Mina to cry out and fumble for the handbrake.
Cursing, she struggled to push the door open, the handle resisting for several moments before the door flew open far too fast, to the sound of metal slamming against metal. Mina winced and pulled herself out of the unfortunately bucket seat, struggling over the edge and ruminating simultaneously on the nature of cars with not a single user-friendly component in them.
Predictably, her feet almost slid out from under her the moment they touched the ground.
Dragging herself up from a near horizontal position, Mina knocked clinging snow from her shoes and made her shuffling way up the treacherously sloped inclines of her family’s estate. Business had been good for the Harpers, good enough that several new additions had sprung up on the place in the year since Mina had visited, a large overhanging shade over the garage prime among them. The snow gathered roughly at the outline of this, piled up on the roof above, and it was here that Mina struck out for, that little haven of uncovered ground deeply inviting considering the slippery wetness beneath her now. Once beneath it, she afforded herself a moment to clean off her shoes and clothes more thoroughly, brushing off the thick white flakes that clung to her black jacket and pants, tousling it out of her pixie-cut hair.
She could hear voices from within the house and, despite herself, cast her gaze around suspiciously, looking for anyone approaching.
“Is that Mina? Girl, I haven’t seen you in ages!”
Mina didn’t manage to prevent her shoulders from tensing in time, but she did lower them quickly, turning it into a sort of surprised turn as she moved to face her mother and become the instant recipient of one of Marta Harper’s bouncing, jostling hugs. The woman was short and somewhat stout, her embraces a near tectonic event, a jumble of feet stepping on feet, waving hair and a full-body jumping that almost seemed to shake the world, so tight was Marta’s grip. Mina found herself laughing, the breath leaving her in great, gasping exhalations at the terminus of each bounce upward.
“Hey, Mom!” She grinned, but couldn’t help herself from looking through the doorway that Marta had opened to reach her, seeing nothing, much to her relief. Mina allowed herself to be hurried inside and out of the cold, seated in the prized armchair by the fire, which crackled in a marble hearth that hadn’t been there when Mina had last visited. The rug they had bought to cover the large, hardwood expanse of the living room floor when Mina had been a kid and they had just moved into this house lay just at the edge of her feet, more scuffed than she remembered, the passage of time having exerted its pressure on the rug just as it had on everything else.
Mina hadn’t been the only one to have changed.
She sat back and closed her eyes for a second, sinking into the familiar softness of the old armchair, a favored piece of furniture from her youth that clashed spectacularly with the new renovations of the home itself. Her fingers moved on instinct, finding a fraying thread in the worn gray fabric, one of the strange, multi-colored ends that inexplicably sprouted from the chair like alfalfa. She picked at it, worrying the little thread gently between thumb and forefinger, a habit that had formed in every
member of her family, one by one, who had spent any significant amount of time in that chair. Mina’s stepfather had once pulled hard enough to tear a four-inch hole in the cushion, something she suspected she could probably find if she rubbed her fingertips around the side of it now. Instead of repairing the thing, Robert Harper had simply flipped the cushion and said no more about it. He was a practical man by nature.
Thinking of the rip in the chair made her frown, however, even as her mother came back, bearing hot cocoa and a tray of cookies that looked as though they had been baked from pure sugar. Mina could remember what had happened to cause the hole, who had set off her stepfather’s bout of irritation and made him forget his own strength, tearing open the cushion as he yelled at he who had, at the time, been just a boy, a teenager only somewhat older than Mina herself.
Her stepbrother, Dirk.
Heat prickled at Mina’s cheeks, a lightness roiled in her belly, nerves and a blush all in one. She shook her head to dislodge the memory, turned her attention to her mother, hoping that it wasn’t too obvious that her thoughts were drifting.
“So how is San Francisco treating you?” The older woman asked, as Mina descended upon her cocoa, still tingling from her time in the snow.
“The Bay is fine,” she replied with a shrug, already shrinking back from the attendant follow-up questions she could already see brewing in Marta’s eyes. Why had she left so quickly? Why had the move come with such a drastic change of appearance? Why had she put herself at such a remove from her family?
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Mina continued quickly, as if to stall the questions a little. She really did; the old furnishings set in the middle of a recently refurbished house clashed in a way that had its own charm, a sort of dissonant hominess that Mina found herself enjoying. It was as though the mainstays of her childhood had been transplanted into a new house, the familiar and the new commingling.
