Stepbrother Menage (Forbidden New Adult Romance): Three Book Bundle

by Claire Sutcliffe

  I let my fingers slide over the expensive silken fabrics, wondering if any of her clothes would fit the “sexy” idea that Harris and Aidan had in mind. My hand stopped on a cherry-red dress, crafted of a dazzling, silken fabric. I pulled the dress toward me, and it fell off of the hanger and into my hands. The fabric was so thin and the neckline so low that I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra. I gulped. The dress felt somehow right as I looked at it, but I’d never worn anything quite like it before. I set the dress on one of my mother’s many shelves and pulled my shirt and bra off, letting my breasts go free. The air chilled my skin and sent a wave of anticipation through my body. I gingerly stepped out of my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  Now came the moment of truth. I picked up the silky dress again and pulled it over my head. The fabric slipped over my body and hugged each curve, showing that I was indeed a grown-up girl, ready to make decisions about her own sexuality. The bottom of the dress flared, but it barely covered my ass. I guess this level of shortness definitely could qualify as “sexy.” My nipples stiffened at the thought of actually being sexy, at the thought of being in front of the two boys I’d been fantasizing about for months.

  I walked into my mother’s room and took a look at myself in the mirror. I was barely recognizable as myself. The hair I’d always thought of as mousy brown stood out against the red of the dress. I stepped into a pair of my mom’s heels that I found on the floor, completing the look. She’d be so upset if she knew what I was doing, but my pounding heat told me that yes, this was right. The neckline of the dress sat cheerily at the top of my breasts, revealing the assets I’d always kept hidden. These boys were bringing out the crazy side of me, and I was about to be even crazier. I took a deep breath and walked out of the house to my car. The concert was about to begin, and I would be there waiting for them.

  ***

  I walked into The Black Cat just before the boys came on stage. The dark bar was crowded, and I slinked among the patrons until I spotted Harris, ordering a drink at the bar.

  “Hey Chloe,” he said and then paused. “You look incredible. Incredibly sexy. Like I could take a bite out of you and just keep wanting more.” I blushed.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself, Harris.” He was wearing a suit and damn, that was always a good look.

  “I’ll get a drink for the beautiful lady, too. Something pink and sweet, just like she is.” The bartender rolled his eyes and went to work on making a girly drink. Harris just watched me and stepped closer, putting his hand on my arm and letting his fingers trail over me. Warmth rose in my body and again in that secret place between my legs. I felt a pulsing rush of wetness in my pussy. Being this close to Harris … feeling his hands on my body just like I had imagined … it lifted me to a higher plane of existence. The bartender handed me a pink drink in a martini class, and I took a sip of it. The sweet and sour taste hit me as Harris pulled me in closer, pressing his legs to mine. I thought I could feel his cock, growing hard through his pants. His eyes met mine. He glanced over my body, his eyes drawn to my exposed breasts.

  “Thanks for the drink,” I murmured.

  “You’re most welcome. Unfortunately, I guess I have to go play some music.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek, his slight beard scratchy against my face. My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled away from me to walk up to the stage and meet my stepbrother. I watched as they started the set, drawing attention from everyone in the room. But subtly, they kept turning their eyes to me. I walked forward to the front of the room, standing out in my revealing red dress. Even their music seemed directed at me. I let it sing through my body, imagining that the notes were Harris’s and Aidan’s hands, searching over my sensitive places and drawing me out of the solitude where I’d confined myself for so long.

  In a flash, their songs were over, and they stepped down from the stage. I watched as several sexy girls crowded around them, and my heart sank. I knew that they would ultimately prefer someone else over me. I saw Harris chatting with one girl, leaning in to her like he had done with me before. I sighed, trying to release the anger I felt at them. After all, they were just guys. And those sexy young women were certainly more experienced and shinier than I was. And guys would always go for what was shiniest. I put a tip on the bar for the bartender and started to make my way to the door to leave. I’d had my fun and my fantasy on this one night, and that would be all I would get.

  Tears came to my eyes, and I blinked them away. Just as I stepped up to the door, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned. It was Aidan.

  “You’re not going anywhere, are you, sis?” He brought his lips to my cheek. “We were playing that music just for you. And we’d love to show our appreciation for your support.”

  “That’s right,” said Harris, stepping up next to me. “We’re done playing for tonight … but we can continue the fun backstage.”

  “And without you,” said Aidan, “The night wouldn’t be any real fun at all.” That hot red flush came over me again, and I let each handsome boy take one of my arms, taking me to the dark hall beyond the stage.

  CHAPTER THREE

  I walked with Harris and Aidan, my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe that they had stopped me from leaving. And what’s more … they wanted to show me their appreciation. What did that mean? I gulped, overwhelmed by the desire that grew in my body. Even though it was wrong, I’d be at their mercy once we were alone. There was no way I could resist both of these boys at a time.

  I’d kept on asking myself why they’d made me feel this way, and why I wanted them so much. Maybe it was the fear of getting caught, or maybe it was the fear of the upheaval it would cause in our family.

  I was the good little virgin girl, and I certainly didn’t ever do anything like this. I didn’t go to clubs, and I didn’t drink beer. And of course I’d never be caught dead in a red dress like the one I’d stolen out of my mom’s closet. Right now, I was someone I didn’t know … and maybe I liked that feeling.

  I knew I liked the feeling of Harris and Aidan looking over my body like I was a dessert they needed to enjoy. I hadn’t taken time to consider the implications of their glances and flirtations, but something primal inside of me knew that I wanted what they had to give.

  And as an uptight virgin, I probably needed what they had to give. My body was activated in a way it never had been before. Sure, I’d had crushes on boys before. And sure, I’d thought about boys in that way before. But it was never so close to being a reality. My heart fluttered in my chest as I had that vision of their hands on my body, fulfilling my darkest desires. That vision that had distracted me through their entire performance … and during the strange time afterward.

  I tottered on the heels I’d chosen and kept silent as the two boys joked with each other.

  “This is the back apartment. The owner said we could use it tonight since our performance was so successful. I think you’ll really like it, Chloe.” Aidan turned to me and smiled, those sexy blue eyes cutting through to my soul.

  I stood at the door, looking into the apartment. It was set up with a large sectional sofa and a full kitchen. It was nice, sure, but there wasn’t that much that was special about it.

  “Why don’t you come on in, sis?” Aidan gestured for me to come inside and sit down on the couch. “You can come over and sit down. Take those heels off while we get you another drink.”

  Harris walked over to the wet bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka, skillfully mixing it with tonic and lime. I grinned. These boys were treating me so sweetly. I hadn’t had many dates before … so I just wasn’t used to this kind of thing.

  “You know, I’m only nineteen,” I murmured.

  “That’s okay,” said Aidan, scooting closer to me on the couch. “I won’t tell your mom. I won’t tell her about anything we might do tonight.” He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, quickly glancing at my tits. Harris walked over and handed me the vodka tonic and sat down on my other side. I took a sip of the coo
l, sparkling drink. A warm tingle sped through my body, and I knew it wasn’t just from the alcohol I’d had.

  I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help imagining what it might be like to be with both of these beautiful men at the same time. This was something I never would have thought of doing, but here I was. Aidan and Harris brought out my naughty side.

  “Do you have a boyfriend, Chloe?” Harris leaned closer to me, and I felt his eyes on me, searching over my exposed flesh. The tingling in my body grew more intense, a shock moving straight to my pussy, making it ache with wetness. I sipped my drink again, and I let the worry I’d felt before slip away. So what if I wasn’t the type of girl who did this kind of thing? I knew I’d never have another opportunity to be with men this gorgeous again. It didn’t matter that one of them was my stepbrother.

  “No,” I whispered, my voice shy.

  “Well, we’ve been talking a lot about you recently,” said Aidan. He glanced at my breasts too. I knew he could see them straining against my mother’s dress. Harris put one arm around my shoulder and traced his fingers over the outline of my bra. His touch sent shockwaves through my body. I wondered what his hands would feel like on the rest of my body … flicking over my nipples … touching the warm, secret folds of my pussy.

  “Really?” I was flabbergasted. Clearly, they’d been interested in me tonight, but I had no idea that they’d had conversations about me behind closed doors. “I didn’t know a girl like me could catch your attention,” I said to Aidan. “Or yours, Harris.”

  Harris chuckled.

  “Ever since Aidan’s dad married your mom, you’re all he talks about.” Aidan looked away. Did I detect a blush washing over his perfect skin? I smiled, and Harris chuckled. “And I noticed you too. You’re a gorgeous girl.”

  “I have to admit, I like the attention,” I said, looking down. I could feel their eyes on me, their bodies warm and close to mine. I thought of my stepbrother’s hands running over my body, his cock pressing against my virgin pussy, cramming me full. I had the thought of Harris taking my rosy pink nipples in his mouth and biting down just slightly.

  The heat rushed to my pussy, causing me to drip into my tight panties. I had always known I wanted my first time to be special, and if my very first sexual experience was with these two, it certainly would be. I realized that I wanted both of them, and I wanted them as soon as possible.

  “You’re gorgeous, Chloe,” Harris said, bending in to brush my dark brown locks aside. He kissed my cheek lightly, sending chills through my body.

  “Thank you,” I sighed, still blushing. Was it right to want something like this? I didn’t think it was, but my body was lost in the desire for both of them … “But doesn’t this seem wrong to you guys?”

  “It’s not, Chloe … We’re just two men who can’t keep their eyes off of you. And we want to make you feel very special. Wouldn’t you like that? Imagine all the things two men could do with you at once.”

  “I do think I would like that. But what if mom found out? She’d be so mad at me.” I moved to get up, trying to will my brain to win out over the desires of my body. But Harris caught my arm and pulled me down.

  “I’m still a good girl, Harris.” I looked at the handsome boy, resplendent in the suit he’d worn this evening. Harris took me in his arms and kissed my neck, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin and down to the slope of my collarbone.

  “I know,” Harris said, his breath hot against me. My nipples stiffened beneath the shimmery fabric of the dress. “But that makes us want you even more.”

  “This isn’t right,” I said, moaning as Harris’s lips glanced against the fabric that barely covered my breasts. A wave of pleasure went through the nerve endings in my breasts. The part of me that was still a good girl, still a virgin, screamed out in my head. This was happening, and once it started, I wouldn’t be able to stop it.

  And I didn’t think I would want it to stop. Aidan brought his hand to my thigh, pulling up the dress and caressing the smooth flesh he found there. He moved his hand between my legs, feeling the hot wetness that had seeped into my panties.

  “I think you don’t care if it isn’t right,” said Aidan, whispering into my ear as Harris’s lips grazed over a nipple. “I can feel how wet you are, little sister, and I know you want this more than anything,” Aidan said.

  “But … I’m still a virgin,” I said. “I just can’t.” Harris sighed against me, his hands climbing over my body and finding the stiff nipple beneath the dress. He rolled it in his fingers, sending a strong need through my body. I involuntarily spread my legs for Aidan, my body craving the touch of both men.

  “You can,” Aidan said, bringing his lips to my earlobe, to my cheek, and then to my waiting mouth. He crushed his lips against mine and palmed the sensitive flesh of my pussy through my sopping wet panties. I let his tongue find mine, grazing the flesh inside of my mouth. My body melted into the desire for these two men.

  I could. I realized through the desperate touches and kisses that I wanted to feel them both inside me. I wanted to be used and filled until I couldn’t move … until my legs were shaking and my brain was overwhelmed with pleasure.

  Aidan moved my panties aside and found my aching clit, circling his fingers over the tiny bundle of nerves that sent shocks through my entire system. I groaned and bent my head back, welcoming Harris’s hands onto my breasts and Aidan’s hands into my pussy.

  “We’re going to fill you up, Chloe,” Harris said as he moved the dress up over my hips. Aidan pulled his mouth away from mine and massaged my clit, bringing heat and pressure to my core. Aidan brought his other hand to my breast and helped guide it up over my head. Harris took it in one hand and tossed it over the back of the couch. My breasts were now free, and Harris’s mouth was immediately on them. He used his full lips to pull one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the rosy bud. I’d never felt a man’s mouth on that private place before, and my body writhed and quivered in response.

  There was no going back now. We all needed this. Aidan brought his mouth to my other exposed breast and moved his hand away from my pussy to stroke his cock through his pants. I tentatively moved my hand to Harris’s thigh, moving my fingers until they found the outline of his cock. He was hard too, and he sighed as I touched him. Aidan sat up and unbuckled himself, taking out his cock and pulling down his pants. It was long and thick, and I sighed as I touched Harris, hypnotized by his mouth on me.

  I scooted to the edge of the sofa and pulled my panties down, exposing myself to both men. Without Aidan’s fingers, my pussy was left wet and pulsing. I brought my fingers to my clit, moaning as I touched it. My body felt totally alive … and ready to be used.

  “I’m ready,” I sighed, looking to Aidan as he stroked himself and kicked his pants away. Instinctively, I knelt before him, taking his cock in my hand. Aidan groaned dramatically.

  “This is what I’ve been dreaming of since the day I first saw you,” he said.

  “Me too,” I said, running my fingers over his shaft and up to the head of his cock. I looked into his sparkling blue eyes and saw the tenderness he felt for me. He hadn’t been lying … he really did think I was gorgeous. And this was exactly what he wanted.

  I started working Aidan’s cock with my hand, savoring the deep masculine sounds of his groans. A bead of precum appeared at the tip of his dick, and I flicked my tongue across the head, tasting his salty essence.

  “I’m ready for you too, Harris.” I pushed my ass out, putting myself on display for Harris. I felt desperate to be filled, to become a woman between these two. I was far more than ready … I’d been a virgin too long, and I needed both of these men at once. Harris got down off the couch, drawn to my body. He positioned himself behind me as I continued to work Aidan’s cock in my hands.

  “Put it in, Harris,” I moaned, moving my hand in a steady rhythm over Aidan’s cock. “It’ll slide right in.”

  I heard Harris unzipping himself and stepping out
of his pants, letting them fall to the floor. My pussy was open, wet, and ready to be used. I looked behind me to see Harris as I stroked my stepbrother’s cock. Aidan was completely zoned, paying attention only to my hands. Harris was stroking his cock, and it looked like it was already good and hard. “Put it in Harris. Please put it in …”