by Love, Maya
“Do you like when your daddy pounds his pussy out, Lizzie?”
She moans and I thrust myself even harder inside of her.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Yeah, you do, cause you’re so fucking nasty. Now who’s your daddy, Lizzie? Huh? Who’s your real fucking daddy?” I ask, pounding my dick extra hard again so she gets the point that she better give the right answer.
“You are,” she practically screams.
“Now cum on your daddy’s big fucking dick, Lizzie, now.”
A second later she bursts all over my dick and I laugh loudly. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Good job, nasty girl.” I know I can’t take it anymore and I pull out, dropping my load of cum all over her ass. It’s a lot too and before she can stop me I yank my phone out of my pocket and snap a few pictures.
“What the fuck?” She yells, turning around to get herself together. “Erase those!” She’s clearly pissed.
“No way, those are mine. I can’t wait to watch them later and jerk off. It’s going to be so fucking hot.”
She opens her mouth to protest even more but before she can I close the distance between us and kiss her on the lips. “Bye, you nasty girl. Daddy will call you later.” Then I grab at her huge boobs one last time and wink at her before I leave her standing alone in the middle of the yard more confused than ever.
Chapter 18
LACEY
I stare at myself in the mirror. I didn’t even look like myself. I would have never picked out a dress like this on my own. It was pink, short, and way to tight for my body type.
But Austin loved it.
I was also wearing a bright blue panty set that Austin had picked out. He insisted that it made him feel all hot knowing that I was wearing things he picked out. Knowing that he was in control of what I was or wasn’t wearing. The whole thing made no sense to me.
Just like what had happened in the dressing room earlier made no sense to me either. But whatever, I was going to take this one-day at a time. And after this week was up I could go back to my normal life and figure out how to make something happen between me and Ethan.
Until then I just had to take this moment by moment and then I would completely forget about stupid Austin.
And as I make my way out of my room and down the hall to dinner I almost convince myself it’s true.
**
AUSTIN
It was really starting to piss me off the way that Ethan was looking at Lacey. I mean he had wanted nothing to do with her for years and now suddenly he was all into the idea of having her around. I knew the look he had on his face, I knew my twin brother, and he was interested in getting with her.
And I couldn’t tell him what was going on because I had promised Lacey I wouldn’t as long as she played along with my game. One of the rules had been that Lacey needed to stay away from Ethan for the week, I wasn’t an idiot. I wasn’t going to let him try and seduce her when I still wanted to have some fun with her.
I make my way down the stairs toward dinner and convince myself that I’ll be able to deal with Ethan later on or that somehow, maybe by magic, he will just go away and I wont have to deal with the current situation at all.
It’s unlikely, but hey, a guy can dream.
**
ETHAN
Elizabeth was so fucking annoying.
She kept blowing my phone up about those fucking pictures, telling me to delete them. Yeah, as if that was going to happen.
I had been ignoring her.
I had better things on my mind.
Like Lacey.
Tonight was the night I was going to seduce her, no matter what it took.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
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Chapter 1
“If you want me you have to have us all, Lyss.”
My eyes grow wide at Travis’s words. I can’t believe what my stepbrother is saying to me. If I wanted to have him I had to have my other stepbrother’s too? As in… all 3 of them?
Travis looks down at me with his perfect blue eyes, they burn into me with desire and lust. He’s begging me for my permission, begging me to let him take me and have his way with me.
But while his twin brother’s watch?
And then have a turn?
I hated the confusion that flowed through my body. How could I even be considering such a crazy idea? Letting my three triplet stepbrothers dominate me and do whatever they wanted with me? Why was the idea so thrilling?
What was wrong with me?
I bite my lip. Did wanting to do it make me a slut?
I look up at Travis again. I reach out and run my fingers over his muscular chest. He snaps my hand away, burning his eyes deep into mine. “No, Lyss, all of us.”
I look over at my other two stepbrothers. The same looks on the outside, but all so different on the inside. The thought of pleasing Travis thrills me. The thought of pleasing them all thrills me. I always had a weird connection with them. A connection that I was never really able to explain to anyone else.
I felt like I belonged to them.
I look from one set of eyes to another and then to another.
Back and forth and back and forth.
And then I smile shyly. Finally giving into my desire.
“Okay.”
And I bet if I was miles away I would still be able to see their smiles.
**
12 hours earlier
I stare at myself in the mirror of my dad’s bathroom. Straight brown hair, pale complexion, boring brown eyes. There was nothing exciting about me. Nothing that made me feel like I was anything special, anything that would ever get Travis’s attention. Or any of my stepbrother’s attention for that matter. Or any guy’s attention.
The few boyfriends I had had in my life were just like the rest of my life.
Boring.
Predictable.
Not exciting.
Go to class, study, do homework.
Wake up and do it all again.
There was no passion in my life, no danger, no fear of the unknown. It was like I knew everything that was going to happen to me before it happened. I could probably tell you what would be happening in my life on this day a year from now. And that was exactly the problem.
I was sick of it.
Sick of never really feeling alive.
My stepmom walks into the bathroom, stopping in her tracks when she sees me. Her perfectly done up face falls as she takes me in but she recovers fast, plastering the same fake smile on her face that always comes across her lips when she’s trying to hide her distaste for me.
“Alyssa,” she says between her deep red lips that I can’t help but notice seem to be turned up in disgust now. “I thought we talked about you being in my bathroom when I’m not in here.”
“I was just putting some clean towels away,” I offer to her half-heartedly. But I know it’s not much use, she seems to find a problem with everything I do.
“Oh,” she pauses, like maybe she’s trying to figure out the best way to put what she says next. “You don’t have to do that. I can put the laundry away.”
I want to point out that when I don’t put the laundry away she complains about how she’s only one person and can’t do everything around the house but like so many other things when it comes to my stepmother, I know it’s no use.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I offer her a small smile and slide past her small frame out the door. My stepmother was definitely not the type of person to live a boring life. Even a stranger would be able to see she was anything but boring. With her beautiful tan skin and long blonde hair that always seemed to look perfect, even when she just woke up. She was 46 but looked like she was about 32. It
only made sense she couldn’t stand me, I was the exact opposite of everything she stood for, everything she worked for.
I was average.
And her and her sons were anything but.
“Alyssa?” she calls before I have a chance to make a clean break.
I turn around to face her.
“Remember, personal space is one of the tools that a healthy family needs to operate successfully.”
Then she shuts the door in my face.
I sigh and turn around to head out of my stepmom and dad’s bedroom. I knew better than to be in here when she came out. My stepmom had been disappointed in me since the moment she met me six years ago. Even at 15 I could see the disapproval in her eyes, the judgment. I clearly wasn’t what she was expecting and the second I set eyes on her sons I understood why.
They were flawless.
Three years older than me the triplets were everything I wasn’t. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, muscles and abs for days. They were the apple of every girl in our school’s eye.
Their run down is as follows.
Travis- The oldest by 15 minutes, and he never let anyone forget it. He thought he should get the best of everything just because he had been the first born, he bossed the other two around easily, taking control of every situation that any of the brothers were presented with. He was always in trouble. Always out drinking and partying with his friends and multiple girls. Travis didn’t do girlfriends, Travis did sex. I had been obsessed with him since the moment I saw him, wanting him just like every other girl in the world. Something about his power was overwhelmingly sexy. Of course the feeling wasn’t mutual but still, sometimes I felt like there was something there. Something deeper than he was willing to admit.
Liam – The middle twin. He was just as popular as Travis but in a more traditional way. Known more for being good at sports and for being student body president than for being a wild party animal like Travis. He was currently playing basketball at one of the best colleges in the country. Girls had loved him just as much as Travis growing up.
Tyler – The youngest in every sense of the word. He didn’t play any sports and he wasn’t anywhere near as wild as Travis. He reminded me of myself more than either of the other twins. He studied hard, enjoyed reading, and got good grades. He was kind of shy like me, more on the quiet side. He got girls based off of who his brothers were. And of course basked off of how he looked.
Combined the three of them had ruled our school and years later they were still ruling our town. Travis drove me crazy but if I was being honest they all did. Separately they were special. Together they were like a shooting star that everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of. A unit of perfection that was untouchable except to a select few.
And god how I wanted to be one of those few.
Chapter 2
I don’t make it all the way out of my dad’s bedroom before I’m being grabbed around the waist and dragged out of the room backwards. Travis’s strong arms cling to my waist and send shivers up and down my entire body. His fingers slide up my button up sweater and tickle me up and down my stomach as he carries me down the hall.
“Oh, Alyssa, remember that personal space is the key to a happy family,” Travis mimics his mother’s voice in my ear as he carries me further and further away from her annoying sing song voice.
I giggle, kicking my legs up and down against his knees but secretly loving every second of his closeness. “Travis, let me go.”
I feel like a little kid again, getting attention from my first crush.
“No, no. Not until I teach you all about the rules of a successful healthy family.” He pushes me into my room and closes the door shut behind us, kicking it effortlessly with his foot.
“Now, Alyssa,” he says as he tosses my body onto my bed. “Rule number one; self discipline.” He looks around my room until his eyes land on a half eaten package of cupcakes I had been munching on earlier when I was studying. He grab’s the package off my dresser and takes one of the chocolate cakes out. He holds it in his hand and shoves it toward my face. “Do you want this cupcakes, Alyssa?”
I giggle. I loved when he played this game with me. My stepmom had become obsessed with this self-help book recently that was all about marriage and how to blend your families in a healthy manner. Why she had decided to become into this book years after her and my father had married was beyond me, but I had long ago stopped trying to figure the ways of my stepmother.
Ever since she started quoting the rules at family dinners Travis had played this game where he pretends to tell me all about the rules and tries to make me follow them. It could get pretty silly at points.
I nod. “Yes, please, Travis.”
“Well you can’t have it!” he declares.
He holds it closer to my face, waving it back and forth just out of my reach. “Do you think want it?”
I shake my head back and forth, trying to not giggle anymore. “No, I don’t want it.”
He grins, showing off his perfectly white teeth. “Are you sure you don’t want it? Not even just one bite?”
He’s dangling the cupcake in front of my eyes now, waving it back and forth like a prize that’s just out of my reach. I move my face a few inches closer to him, opening wide to take a huge bite out of the rich chocolate. His eyes move down to my mouth, watching my lips move up and down as I chew. “Is it good?”
“It’s so good,” I admit as I swallow the last piece of sweetness.
Travis tosses the rest of the cupcakes back onto my dresser and pounces on me, tickling me up and down the sides of my stomach. “You’re a bad girl, Alyssa, you didn’t follow the rules.”
I giggle, trying to swat his hands away from me but it’s no use, and they’re everywhere. Up and down my stomach, my thighs, and my neck. Every time I move to protect one part of my body, Travis attacks another. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” I somehow mange to get out in-between muffled breaths and giggles.
Travis stops, taking in my tiny body underneath his huge muscular body. He looks me up and down slowly, as if he’s considering his options. “I don’t know, Alyssa. How are we ever going to operate as a healthy blended family if you can’t follow one of the twenty million rules that are set forth in this house hold?”
It’s a line that my stepmother uses a lot when we do something she disapproves up, especially when it’s me. Naturally, she’s always gone easier on the triplets.
“I’ll listen better, I promise.”
He shakes his head back and forth while his intense gaze burns into mine. “No, you need to be punished.”
I loved this part of the game.
When he would make me do something totally silly and ridiculous as punishment for not following the rules. God, I loved flirting with him. It was so exciting and sexy. It was probably the most exciting thing I did through out my week. I doubted he loved it as much as I did, but I didn’t care.
It was enough of him to get my by.
Enough of a small fix to get me through the day.
The door to my bedroom swings open and Liam strolls in, raising his eyebrows at the sight of Travis still practically on top of me. “Playing without me?”
Liam knew all about the game we made out of their mother’s rules. If he was around he was always down to play along, but he didn’t ever take the opportunity on his own the way Travis did.
Tyler never played along. I was pretty sure he thought the whole thing was ridiculous and childish. And it kind of was, but hey, I wasn’t going to be the one to stop it. I was enjoying the attention of it too much.
Travis shoots his brother an annoyed look for interrupting us but jumps up from my bed anyway. I try not to show my disappointment as he puts more and more distance between the two of us.
“Just trying to come up with Alyssa’s punishment.” He shoots me a wink.
Liam laughs. “What rule did she break this time?”
“Not following directions.”
“Ah,” Liam says. “She always seems to have trouble with that one.” He smirks at me from across the room and I stick my tongue out at him.
> “HELLO? TIME FOR DINNER, I SAID!”
The sound of my dad’s voice comes up from the bottom of the steps and travels down the hall into my bedroom. I jump up from my bed and smooth my sweater down. “Oh, well, looks like it’s time for dinner. I guess my punishment will have to wait until another day.”
I push past my stepbrothers and head toward the hallway, trying my best to get myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to give my stepmother another excuse to launch into a lector. And acting like a child at dinner was definitely one of her pet peeves.
“Not so fast,” Liam says, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me backward down the hall before I have a chance to get any further away from them. He turns to Travis, a hint of mischief twinkling in his blue eyes. “I have an idea.”
Chapter 3
Travis grins as Liam whispers something in his ear. He grins as his brother pulls away from him and lets out a small laugh. “I like the way you think, bro.”
I look back and forth between the two of them. It amazed everyone that I was able to keep the three of them apart but I had been ever since the day I met them. It really wasn’t as hard as everyone seemed to think. They might all look alike on the surface but they all carried themselves in completely different ways. Different styles, different levels of confidence, and completely different personalities.
Travis takes a step toward me and yanks at the bottom of my sweater. “Come here.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling away from him.
Liam smirks behind him. “Relax, Lyss. It’s part of your punishment.”
I hesitate for a second and then sigh, dropping my hands from the front of me in surrender. There was something in their eyes that I hadn’t seen before, something that made me start to feel excited inside for some reason. They practically screamed of desire, like they had just come up with the best idea they had had in a really long time. I knew them well enough to know the looks they were shooting back and forth was a silent language they used to communicate.
