Secrets & Sin: A MFM Romance

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Right…” Brianna laughed nervously and started walking back to the living room.

  I wasn’t sure if it was some perfect twist of fate or something deeper that brought Brianna to our doorstep, but I wasn’t going to let her get away so easily the second time. I still saw the beautiful submissive begging to be brought to the surface, and it was so sweet I could taste it in the air. As soon as we got to the living room, Shane walked in with a tray and three glasses of tea. Brianna sat down in one of the chairs and I sat down directly across from her. She was so fucking gorgeous. I wanted her on her knees with those rose colored lips pressed against something other than the glass she was sipping. They were soft, pouty, and delicious. They would look so good parted for pleasure and wrapped around my cock.

  “So, tell us about yourself.” I leveled my gaze at Brianna.

  “I grew up in Bakersfield. I’m not very interesting. Why don’t you tell me about what you guys do—flipping houses, is it?” She tilted her head to the side.

  “That’s pretty much it. We’ve been doing it since college. Houses like this can turn a pretty good profit if we give them the right amount of attention.” Shane nodded and sipped his tea.

  “Yeah, but then they have to actually live in it. This town isn’t exactly a thriving metropolis.” Brianna raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Why would anyone want to live here?”

  “You’d be surprised. There are plenty of people that like the peace and quiet. They love houses like this, especially when we get them updated with some modern conveniences.” Shane leaned back in his chair. “What’s boring to you is heaven for some people.”

  “I guess.” Brianna nodded, but I could tell she didn’t completely understand the allure. “It doesn’t look like this place is ready to host a Halloween party, though.”

  “What’s the point of having a party when the guest of honor turned you down?” Shane chuckled and shrugged. “Fine, full confession—we just wanted to hang out with the two of you.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that.” Brianna cut her eyes towards Shane.

  “Too bad you have plans for Halloween.” I shook my head in disappointment.

  “Why?” Brianna turned her attention back to me. “I would be pretty disappointed if I showed up expecting a party and just sat in a dirty old house drinking tea all night.”

  “I think we could find a way to entertain you.” I chuckled under my breath.

  “Okay, I’m curious now. What exactly would you do to entertain me?” Brianna sipped her tea and leaned back in her chair.

  She’s testing the waters now, I just have to dangle enough bait to get her to bite.

  “What was it you said you were going as for Halloween? A sexy cheerleader?” I leaned forward a little more.

  “Yeah, well, that was what Jackie said.” Brianna nodded in confirmation.

  “How would you like to have a chance to live that character for one night?” I looked over at Shane and saw a look of apprehension in his eyes.

  “Live it?” Brianna raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

  “We call it a Funhouse. Think of it like a haunted house, but in reverse. A Funhouse is created especially for the character you choose to dress up as for Halloween.” I nodded as I studied the expression on her face.

  “So, if I was dressed as a cheerleader…” Brianna’s head tilted inquisitively.

  “Then you would have a custom experience designed around that concept.” I confirmed what she said with a nod of my head.

  “Or not.” Shane leaned forward and smirked. “We could just sit around all night and drink tea if that sounds more interesting.”

  “This is intriguing, but I don’t know if living one night as a sexy cheerleader is my idea of fun.” Brianna laughed, but there was nervousness in her voice.

  “We could design it however you want as long as it isn’t too complex, since we don’t have that long until Halloween.” I reached forward and picked up my glass of tea.

  “What if I wanna be a lion?” She held up her hand to form a claw.

  “Different—but I’m sure we could find a way to make it work if that’s what you want.” Shane chuckled and nodded. “We have all kinds of stuff in our truck from renovating houses.”

  6

  Brianna

  Finding out that Shane and Dante were just two guys who bought the Overlook Mansion to flip it for a profit made me feel a little more at ease with them. When the topic shifted to the party I had declined to attend and their proposed Funhouse, I felt that uneasiness returning. There was no doubt in my mind that they were interested in sex. The lust might as well have been resonating off them. The problem was that when Dante looked at me, I felt that same tingle I felt when I first met him. I didn’t understand it—there was just something about his demeanor and mannerisms. If I put the two of them side-by-side on looks alone, I would have probably chosen Shane any day of the week, but I found myself strangely attracted to Dante.

  “So, is a lion what you really want to be for Halloween?” Dante tilted his head inquisitively.

  “I don’t know.” I lifted my hand and nervously nibbled my fingernail.

  “Perhaps you’re just not comfortable being a sexy cheerleader.” Dante nodded and smiled.

  “That’s part of it.” I shrugged and nodded my head in agreement.

  I’ve never really considered myself very sexy.

  “I think you would rather be a naughty cheerleader.” Dante smirked and narrowed his eyes.

  “I’m not sure that’s any different.” I raised my eyebrows and bit down on my fingernail again.

  “There’s definitely a difference, because a naughty cheerleader is only going to get away with bad behavior for so long before she has to be punished.” Dante chuckled under his breath.

  “Punished?” I blinked in surprise.

  There goes that tingle again—and it’s even stronger than before.

  “I can see it in your eyes—that desire.” Dante stood and started walking towards me. “It is begging for you to embrace what you truly want.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know about that.” I looked up at him nervously.

  “The need to taste discipline—to serve.” Dante put his hand underneath my chin. “To submit.”

  Oh my god, my panties are getting soaked. I need to get out of here before I leave a spot where I’m sitting.

  “I think you may have the wrong person for this… fantasy, Funhouse, whatever it is.” I pushed his hand away and stood, sliding past him as I came to my feet.

  “Dante’s never wrong about this sort of thing.” Shane stood and stepped into my path. “You want to taste that sweet addiction on your breath, even if you’re afraid to admit it.”

  Admit it? It scares me to even think about, even if it is turning me on so much I’ve got a geyser between my legs right now.

  “It’s hard to embrace things you don’t understand.” Dante walked up behind me until I could feel his breath on my neck. “But we could show you how good feels to be down on your knees, begging for more.”

  “No.” I felt my knees start to wobble. “You’ve definitely got the wrong girl.”

  “You can run from it, but your hunger will not be satiated by the mundane.” Dante put his hand on the back of my neck and then let his hand start sliding down my back.

  His touch is like fire that burns in my soul.

  “I really should go.” I looked towards the door and exhaled sharply.

  “Just a little taste.” Dante leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “A little taste wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?”

  “Uh…” I felt my heart racing in my chest and my throat trying to close up.

  “Tell me you want it.” His hand drifted a little lower, resting on the top of my ass.

  I do—oh god, what is going on inside me?

  “I—I want it.” My voice came out in a whisper as my throat tried to close.

  SMACK!

  Dante’s hand landed
squarely in the center of my ass. There was an immediate sting that made me jump onto my toes. I looked back at him in shock, confused by what he had done—confused by why it made my body surge with a strange desire that I had never felt before. I pulled away from him and ran towards the door. Shane took a step back and let me pass. I didn’t know what was going on inside me, but it scared me. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I didn’t like that kind of stuff. I was normal—just a normal virgin that was waiting to find the right man. I took the steps two at a time as I ran towards my car and my heart didn’t stop beating in my throat until I was safely inside my car with the doors locked.

  “Just drive—get those thoughts out of your head.” I pushed the keys into the ignition and cranked up my car.

  My head started to spin as I put distance between my car and Overlook Mansion. It felt like what happened there was a dream—almost like I watched it through someone else’s eyes. When I made it back to Main Street, I finally started to settle down. I was still shaking and the adrenaline was wearing off, so I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to let the feeling pass. None of it made sense. The way Dante made me feel—the way my body reacted to his touch… it betrayed rational thought. I didn’t want him to punish me. I didn’t want to submit. I certainly couldn’t see myself on my knees begging for anything, much less more.

  I just need to forget all about this, and probably take a really cold shower. In fact, I should probably just shower in holy water at this point.

  * * *

  Dante’s eyes haunted me in my dreams that night. His lips whispered things in my ear, secrets I hadn’t yet learned, passions I never knew I craved to embrace. He wasn’t the only one. Shane was there too, with his lips pressed against my other ear, saying dirty things that made me wet. They both wanted me, but it wasn’t just about sex—they wanted to help me learn who I was. They wanted to teach me how to submit and taste my own desires on my lips. They were going to fuck me, though. They were going to ravage my virgin body and bend me to their will. I felt their hands on my body, like electricity swirling in the middle of a wildfire. I was burning up with lust, and I wanted them so bad that I would have done anything they asked just to keep feeling their touch.

  “What the hell!?” I woke up with a gasp on my lips that caused me to sit straight up.

  It was nothing but a dream, but it had turned my bed into a nightmare. My sheet had been pulled out from the bottom of the bed and it was twisted around my body. My quilt had been kicked clean off. I was sweating, so much so that I left a halo of perspiration around me on the bed. My hair was damp and my pillow was even worse. I untangled myself from my sheet, and found that my pajamas had become twisted around my body as well. Once I started adjusting them, I realized that my panties were wet—not just wet, they were soaked with a mixture of sweat and lust. I picked up my cell phone and stared at the screen. I needed a long soak in a tub, but it was the middle of the night.

  My parents will think I’ve lost my mind if I try to take a bath at this hour.

  I crawled out of bed and reassembled it. I didn’t bother to tuck the sheet. That could wait until morning. My pajamas were too sticky to wear back to bed, so I pulled them off and used the fabric to wipe off the rest of my sweat. I definitely needed a new pair of panties. The ones around my hips were filthy. I pushed my fingers into the waistband and started pushing them down. When the black cotton was pulled away from my pussy, I felt a surge of desire that swept through my entire body. It was a fire that desperately needed to be put out, and it was burning so much that I could feel the heat radiating against my hand.

  I don’t have a choice—I’m never going to get back to sleep if I don’t take care of this.

  I was scared of what Dante suggested and all of the things he said about me, but the dream was too fresh for me to think about anything else. I crawled into bed and spread my legs wide, moving my hand down to the burning fire that needed attention in the worst kind of way. My clit was almost swollen and tender to the touch. My pussy was so wet that my entire labia was covered in lust. I thought about Dante and his breath on my back. As soon as I made a few rotations around the sensitive bundle of nerves, Shane joined him—just like in my dream. I belonged to them. They could do anything to me that they wanted. I imagined Dante’s hand moving on my body, just like he did when I was at the Overlook Mansion.

  This time I want more than a taste.

  I tried to imagine what Dante’s hand would feel like if it landed on my naked flesh. The sting would be worse than what I felt through my clothes. He would probably give me a lot more than one. I had no idea why the thought of it turned me on so much. There was no reason that it should have. I had never been spanked before, or fantasized about it. As I let my finger dance around my clit and thoughts played through my head, I realized it was more than just that—it wasn’t about punishment. It was his demeanor, his commanding presence—a strong desire to do anything he told me to do, whether that was receiving punishment or being pleasured. It was a gnawing need that never manifested itself because I had never met a man like Dante before. Those desires were buried and unawakened until he captured me with his mesmerizing stare.

  And then there’s Shane—he’s not just a walking wet dream, he’s straight out of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

  Those huge muscles, that chin that could cut steel, those gorgeous sky blue eyes, and skin covered in beautiful ink. That was the kind of man I always thought about when I was imagining the moment I finally lost my innocence. I could have gotten lost in his arms for an eternity if he wrapped them around me. I would have woken up with a smile on my face if I dreamed about him. All of a sudden, my fantasy shifted and I felt an orgasm building. It was exactly like my dream, with Shane on one side and Dante on the other. Fantasizing about that made pleasure surge through my body. I slid a finger down my labia and pushed it inside me while my other continued to move around my clit.

  “I’m gonna cum!” I tried to stifle my moans as the pressure got more intense.

  Thankfully everyone in the house was asleep except me, because my moans were not as silent as I hoped. The pressure got really intense and I couldn’t control myself. I squirmed on the bed, continuing to imagine both muscle-bound men teasing and touching, working their way down my body with their lips. I imagined myself on my back, just like I was, with my legs spread. Either one of them could have me. My virginity was their prize for making me feel the way that they did. My pussy started to spasm and it squeezed my finger. The bliss took me by storm, raging inside me as I climaxed. I kept my finger moving until all of the pleasure was gone and then I sank down against the mattress with an audible gasp.

  That was intense—holy crap.

  I lay in my own filth with saturated sheets underneath me, but I no longer cared. The afterglow of my orgasm made me calm and relaxed. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to go after the fantasy and bring those thoughts into the real world, but there was no harm in imagining it. Shane and Dante were definitely going to be in my dreams when my eyes finally closed. First, my heart had to stop racing. It felt strange to have it still beating against my chest when all of my muscles were relaxed, but it hadn’t slowed down yet. I decided that I wasn’t going to move from that spot, no matter how filthy I was. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and tossed it over my naked body, taking away the chill that had manifested once my feverish lust was satisfied.

  I wonder what kind of things they would really do to a naughty cheerleader?

  7

  Shane

  “She’s not coming back. You’re wasting your time.” I walked over and watched as Dante moved furniture around.

  “I’m going to follow the Field of Dreams philosophy.” He wiped sweat from his brow and looked at me. “If you build it, they will cum.”

  “You saw how fast she ran out of here. She’s not like those girls we banged in college. They got off on the idea and loved it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brianna is still a virgin.” I lifted my glass
of tea and took a sip.

  “Even virgins have desires.” Dante turned and looked around the room.

  “Yeah, but those desires don’t usually involve losing it to two guys in their twisted Halloween Funhouse.” I chuckled and sipped my tea again.

  “You didn’t call them twisted when we were doing them in college.” Dante looked back at me and smirked. “You also helped—which made the process go a lot faster.”

  “One of us has to work on the house. If anything, this is just impeding progress because you’re taking up space where we could be working.” I shrugged and sighed. “But this is your house too, so if you want to waste your time, go ahead.”

  “Does that mean I get her all to myself if she does show up? That only seems fair if I’m the one doing all the work on the Funhouse.” Dante leaned to the side. “I still have several rooms to set up.”

  “Not a chance, buddy.” I chuckled and walked towards the living room where I had been working most of the morning.

  I would never admit it to Dante, but I had been thinking about Brianna since she left. It wasn’t just about sex, although she was definitely desirable. I actually liked her. I didn’t know enough about her to figure out if it could develop into more than fascination. I liked the way her face lit up when she talked, the way her eyes sparkled, and her smile—it was amazing. She was smart too, and she knew how to wield that intelligence through sarcasm. It was a rare trait, and I was pretty sure she would be a lot of fun to hang out with on a regular basis. She definitely wasn’t like the girls we went through in college, and she was the polar opposite of my ex-wife. I wished I had met a girl like her when I was feeling that need to get married and settle down.

  “I found something interesting in the… I don’t know, third living room?” Dante walked in with a metal box in his hand.