Forbidden Prescription 2: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Romance (Medical Romance)

by Brother, Stephanie

  “I-I’m not sure…” she didn’t finish her sentence, but the words, even incomplete, were the last things I wanted to hear.

  Still, as I released her bra, and reached around her, under the material to hold her breasts in my hands, she gasped and arched her back, her head dropping on my shoulder as she pushed her breasts more firmly into my hands. I massaged them lightly, rubbed at the sensitive and already erect nipples, and she moaned and panted her pleasure.

  Yeah, no matter what was trying to come out of her mouth, her body language was saying something completely different.

  Abe pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it aside. When he brushed his hand on the back of one of mine, I dropped it. He brushed his fingers over the breast I’d freed, played with the nipple. Then he breathed deeply and he pulled back.

  We’d made it to the bed, and Abe took a step away to start taking off his clothes. I turned Emma around while he was busy, taking a second chance to kiss her. She let my tongue through when I licked her lips, and I ravished her mouth. She didn’t tense up this time, falling into me and kissing me back with as much ferocity. I kept one hand playing with her breast, and I swallowed the delicious sounds she kept making. When I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gave a pinch, then a twist, she made a sound that had me pulling back again, or else I really would cream my pants. I looked up to find Abe already naked.

  I grinned first at Emma, then Abe as I turned her around so she faced him again.

  “Let the fun begin.”

  Abe, in complete agreement with me, matched my grin and reached for Emma as I shrugged off my already open button-down shirt, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt.

  Chapter Eight

  Emma Emma

  I ended up on all fours, with Abe behind me, thrusting into me, and Carl’s dick in my mouth.

  My experience with blowjobs wasn’t exactly wide. I’d sucked off maybe three guys before, so my technique was weak, but Carl didn’t seem to care. I knew the basics, at least; keep my teeth out of the way as I wrapped my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking on his cock, taking him as far into my mouth as possible. But he was big, bigger than anyone I had ever taken into my mouth. I worried for a bit that I was going to choke, but I didn’t want to stop.

  I pulled away and licked all over his cock like it was a lollipop, jacking him off slowly with my hand in between. His hand in my hair flexed just a little, and I moaned as I took him carefully back into my mouth. I was so wet, and I knew it was from them both; Abe fucking me from behind, Carl fucking my mouth. I felt so wet, slick juices trickling down my thighs.

  I moaned again, louder when Abe gave a particularly hard thrust. I didn’t have Carl so far in my mouth or I really would have choked. If we had more time, I was going to get one of them to lay down for me while the other just watched, so I could learn how to do it right, take him all the way into my throat. It would be safer to practice when I wasn’t so deliciously distracted, I didn’t care who would volunteer to be my subject for experimentation.

  I pulled away completely, wanting to catch my breath, stroking Carl’s cock in my hand. Abe was still fucking me, pacing his thrusts, deep and slow, then fast shallow thrusts. With me out of danger from choking, he moved from the deep slow strokes that pushed his cock so far inside me I thought I could feel him in my throat. His thrusts moved faster, not as deep, but even with the condom, the friction against my walls made electricity race through my body, under my skin.

  Abe moaned from behind me; he was clearly enjoying it as much as I did.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he growled in that deep voice, and I moaned at how he said my name, all rough and full of desire. I whimpered, arched my ass higher, pushing his cock in deeper as he kept the fast-paced thrusts. “You’re so hot and tight around me. Fuck.”

  All I could do was moan.

  I dropped my head against Carl’s thigh, still jacking him off, and he ran his hand gently through my hair. Abe’s hands slid up my sides, then one hand went back to holding me down at the hip for his thrusts, his free hand sliding around and up my chest, cupping my breast. Carl, not to be outdone, held my other breast in his palm.

  They both toyed with me in their hands. Carl was rubbing at the nipple, then squeezing just this side of pain; Abe holding my nipple between thumb and forefinger and playing with it, pinching, twisting, plucking it, and all the while still thrusting fast and hard inside me.

  It felt too good. Like my body was on the verge of exploding, and I wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t hurt. But I didn’t think I cared because it hurt so fucking good.

  Abe released my breast as I rose again, but Carl wouldn’t. Even as I took him back in my mouth, taking as much of him as I dared; hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head up and down, stroking with my hand the inches of his cock I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

  Abe had gone back to the slow, deep thrusts that pushed his cock as far inside me as he could go. I arched my back, pushing back as he thrust in, taking him as deep as possible. Then Carl held my face between his hands, one hand still holding my hair up. I pulled my hand away, guessing what was coming, whimpering, practically begging for it. I felt his thigh flex under my hand, and he was moving.

  He started slow, giving me an inch of his cock and pulling back, then giving me a little more. I breathed through my nose, kept my lips tight around his girth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as he pulled back, licking at the tip when he was out of my mouth. When he moaned, I felt like I could levitate, I was so pleased.

  “That’s right, baby. Just like that. You take me in so good.”

  He kept up the stream of praise, and I sucked with more enthusiasm but made sure not to let it be too much. He didn’t complain once, so I was probably doing it right. On one of his passes, I carefully let him feel my teeth. He hissed, but it didn’t sound pained, just more aroused.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he laughed, a little breathless, and it was cut off on a strangled moan. “You do that again and I won’t last.

  I gave a pleased hum, the sound vibrating through his cock as he thrust into my mouth again, and he gave another strangled moan.

  When I thought it was too much, I tapped his thigh. He didn’t try to push deeper after that, and I was grateful. I’d done the kink thing before, only once, with a guy who liked giving orders and liked blowjobs almost more than fucking. It was the experience that got me through it, Carl fucking my mouth, his thrusts increasing in strength, speed. He would slow down, and I would focus on getting in enough air through my nose, then he would be going fast and hard again.

  I moaned and whimpered around his cock, spit, and precome dripping down his length, making him slick and slippery, down my chin. And I could hear him cursing from above me, speaking words I couldn’t hear, couldn’t really afford to listen to. I was so full of just the sex I didn’t think I could handle any more.

  Then Carl was coming into my mouth, thick and creamy, the taste a little bitter. I could hear him curse some more, and I swallowed as he filled my mouth. His thrusts became erratic, his hand holding me a little less tightly. I brought my hand around the base of his cock, giving him harsh strokes as I sucked, just hard enough to make him feel it, taking every drop of him.

  When he gave my hair a gentle yank, I got the message, peddling back the aggression, giving a few more licks to make sure he was completely clean as he lay back, spent.

  Abe wasn’t ready to come yet. He was still fucking me, as Carl stroked my face, my hair, my lips, coming down from his orgasm. Abe moved fast and hard again, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know I’d get bruises from it.

  He moaned, his breathing erratic, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wasn’t quite there with him, but it felt good, just having him fuck me, so I laid my head on Carl’s thigh, arching my back and raising my hips higher, making it easier for him. His thrusts became erratic, breaking out of rhythm, and he was coming inside me, the condom expanding as he filled it up, making me gasp, thinking for a second that
I might have been wrong and I was going to orgasm with him.

  I didn’t, though. And I didn’t even care. Happy hormones were still swimming in my blood, and I felt good.

  Already I was feeling exhausted, and I hadn’t even come, stuck between two sweaty bodies. But then one of them—I’m not sure who, they both sounded alike, especially with me in that state, too blissed out to really pay attention—spoke, and I wondered if I was really going to survive the night.

  “It’s your turn to be pleasured.”

  Chapter Nine

  Abe

  Emma was lying on the bed, Carl going down on her. He held her wide open for his mouth with his hands under her thighs, her legs thrown over his shoulders.

  I didn’t watch what he was doing too closely. I was kissing her, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand around her neck angling her just right. She gave sweet little moans and whimpers and I swallowed every one of them. I was being not-so-careful again with the kissing, holding her jaw to keep her mouth open wider for my tongue.

  I pulled back when I thought it was time to let her breathe, but I didn’t stop, nipping her lips, kissing down her throat, to her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, and she gasped, her back arching, offering more of herself to me. I growled and sucked harder, then gave attention to her other breast.

  We hadn’t been in the position for long, but I was already hard again. Precome leaked from the tip, trickling down the length of my sensitive cock, driving me crazy. I ignored it, though, or tried to, trying to make it good for Emma.

  I knew she hadn’t come before, and I was still surprised how quickly I’d lost control. I never came before my partner did, no matter how okay she seemed with the outcome. I’d seen her pleased expression when I came in her, it wasn’t about orgasming for her.

  Then Emma’s soft, small hands touched me. One reached for my hair, and the other palmed my chest and slid slowly down.

  I shuddered, knowing exactly where that hand was going. Down my chest, my stomach, palming my dick and stroking. I shuddered again and went back to kissing her mouth. Her touch was tentative at first, following the length with her fingers, then wrapping them around me again. She pressed her pointer finger against the tip, at the leaking slit, getting her fingers wet. She used that wetness to smooth her strokes, lightly, from base to tip, then back again. My breath caught in my throat, hips giving an abortive thrust. She added a twist at the end, paying attention to the sensitive glans.

  I groaned, and Emma made a pleased sound.

  She tightened her grip, sped up her strokes, pulling on it, hard. It was just this side of pain, but it still felt damn good. Too good. I pulled back from her mouth as my hips hitched, thrusting into her grip, unable to help myself.

  “Emma, be gentle,” I growled the words, burying my face into her neck. The position was uncomfortable for my back but I didn’t give a damn. I bit at the skin, licking it when she jumped and made a noise. “I’m not ready to come yet. Go slow, baby.” The endearment fell out without my thinking about it, but I didn’t call it back, leaning up so I could kiss her some more.

  Her breath was quickening, and I knew it was because she was getting close to orgasm. I left her mouth alone, going back to playing with her breasts, using hand and mouth, taking a nipple between my teeth and giving it a light nip, then harder, as my fingers plucked at her other nipple. She kept up a stream of moans, her body wiggling on the bed, thrusting her breasts up for my attention, and then bucking her hips into Carl’s face. By the sounds coming from him, he was enjoying himself, too.

  And then Emma was coming, crying out as her body shuddered through her orgasm, her hand tightening almost painfully on me again. To my surprise, I came with her, her grip on my cock growing slippery with the added lubrication. But she didn’t stop jacking me off, her grip slacking a bit, then tightening again and moving harder, making me cry out with her as more come-slicked her palm. I bit down on her neck, and she gave another shudder before going still, her hand gentling.

  I was exhausted, and I barely managed to move before I slumped on the bed so I wouldn’t crush her. I pulled her hand away from my softening cock, watched Carl as he rose from between her legs, his mouth wet with her juices, looking damn pleased with himself. He licked his lips, then wiped his hand over his mouth and licked at it. He met my eyes, noticed I was watching, and I saw his lips curl into a grin even as he continued licking, and he winked.

  Bastard.

  Fuck. I wanted to taste her. But I could see my brother was hard, and I knew what he wanted even before he spoke. I brought Emma’s wet hand to her mouth. I was too breathless to speak, but she was licking at it before I even told her to. My cock twitched in interest, but it was too soon. Hell, with the way I felt, I didn’t think I could come again for the night.

  Her hand clean, she dropped it to my thigh, gave a short stroke up, stopping a little too close to my spent cock. Carl got up, licking the sweat off her neck, humming; going down her body until he was between her legs again and gave her a broad swipe with the flat of his tongue, making her shiver.

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Even though she was exhausted, Emma reacted to that, her body squirming as she made a delicious sound in the back of her throat. My cock twitched again. But I didn’t have as quick a recovery as she did.

  Carl looked up at me, eyebrow arched. “Mind giving us some room, bro?” He grinned. “If you want to watch, I’m sure you could find a better view.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Bastard.”

  But I pushed off the bed and headed for the sofa that sat at the foot if the bed directly opposite it. They were lying sideways in the bed, so I had a clear view as I sat down and watched. I should have found it even a little strange, watching Carl crawl on top of her, lifting her hips as he slid his hard dick inside her, fucking her. Most of my attention was on Emma, but I absolutely saw them both.

  He started slow, giving her time to adjust, letting desire build up in her body again. I watched, mouth dry as she arched her back up, planted her feet on the bed and moved her hips against his, fucking herself on Carl’s cock. She threw her arms over her head, clutching the bedspread as she panted for breath, throwing her breasts out, like an offering.

  Another thing to add to my growing list of what I wanted to do with her. I wanted to fuck her again, and I wanted her to come with me inside her. I also wanted to do her with her lying on her back so I could see her face, her body. My cock was half hard already, and I stroked a finger down the length.

  I wasn’t ready yet, but so long as Carl got done and I wasn’t as exhausted, I could give it a try. If Emma was up for it. She’d come once already, if Carl made her finish, that would make twice. Him both times.

  My mouth curled into a grin as I settled back. I couldn’t let my brother get ahead of me, now could I? I’d never come three times in one night, but I was going to give it a try if Emma was still up for it.

  Somehow, judging by the pleased noises she was making, I had a feeling she would.

  Chapter Ten

  Emma

  I woke up feeling warm, to find myself in a tangle of limbs, a hard body to my front, another at my back. I was used to sleeping alone, so the higher temperature was probably what woke me up. My mind was a little fuzzy, but everything came back to me after a minute, and I remembered who I was in bed with, why there were two of them.

  Abe and Carl were still sleeping, exhausted from last night’s events.

  I lay still for a bit, just breathing and letting my mind wake up. Then I crawled carefully out of the bed. I didn’t want to leave, it felt wonderfully warm, but I had to; while they were sleeping, and I had some rationality.

  A night of passion was great, last night had been the most amazing night of my life if I was honest, but I needed to leave so I could think clearly. I felt icky and sore all over, and when I got my feet under me, for a second I wasn’t sure they would hold me up. How many rounds did we even go? After Carl fucked me, Abe re
turned to the bed. He fucked me while I lay on my back, then made me ride him half way, and then Carl was there again. Just thinking about it made me hot.

  Which was ridiculous after last night. I couldn’t remember exactly how many rounds, but we’d fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning after exhausting each other. It felt like I shouldn’t still be able to get aroused after that.

  I stumbled my way into the bathroom, wet a towel and ran it over me, wiping away sweat and… other fluids. I didn’t want to take the time for a shower. I might wake them up, and it would ruin my chances for escape.

  The mirror was right there, above the low counter. I didn’t mean to look, but when I caught sight of my reflection, I couldn’t turn away.

  The woman in it didn’t look like me. My mousy brown hair was sticking up in places, looking like a rat’s nest. My face was flushed, eyes looking a little wild. The rest of me was what really surprised me, though. I stepped closer, slowly. I brought a hand up to my neck, where teeth marks were imprinted in a bruise. My nipples were erect, flushed as red as my face instead of pale pink. Around my hips were bruises from where they held me a little too tightly, and there was another bite mark just above my hip on the left side.

  I wondered, idly, if I’d left any marks on them. I didn’t think I could go check, but I suddenly wanted to. I touched every mark, every bruise, feeling pleased with myself that I made them lose control enough to get a little rough with me. I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I should. The marks would take a while to completely fade, and once I left, I could look at them and remember how completely I’d been owned. I found myself wishing they would last longer, or I could find the guys again and they could just add more on me.

  I liked the thought. A lot. But I didn’t want to wake them up, and leaving a letter was a little cliché. Saving my number in their phones was just presumptuous. I looked down my body at the marks as I touched them. I found more on the inside of my thighs, and I thought those were from when Carl went down on me.