Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Friends

by Delilah Devlin

  Stepbrothers Stepping Out

  With His Friends

  Delilah Devlin

  Copyright © 2016 Delilah Devlin

  Kindle Edition

  When a college student joins her stepbrother at the family lake house, sparks fly when she realizes he’s invited his best friends as well…

  Note: This original 5200-word short story may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!

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  For more short stories by Delilah Devlin, check out:

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  Nip-n-Tuck

  One Track Cowboy

  Pitch Black

  Red Dawn

  Tailgating at the Cedar Inn

  The Hired Hand

  The Morning Ride

  The Obedient Wife

  The Only Game in Town

  The Out-of-Towner

  The Long Ride Home

  The Pleasure in Surrender

  The Runaway Bride

  Two Hot

  If you love vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night, check out her NIGHT FALL series:

  Silent is the Knight

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  Truly, Madly…Deadly

  Knight in Transition

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  Knight Edition

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  And if you love Navy SEALs, be sure to read the excerpt at the end of this story!

  From the Author

  To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!

  As you’ll discover, I tend to bounce around in different genres, from contemporary to historical to paranormal to sci-fi—all are very sexy, so be warned. I also write in many lengths from short story to full-length novel. If you can’t tell, I love to write. And when a story is fast, it’s short. If my characters need more pages, well, you get the picture. I’m a slave to my muses (I have three—or so three different psychics have told me!).

  I love hearing from readers and have a very active blog and Facebook friend page. I run contests, talk about my favorite TV shows, what I collect, what drives me crazy. I ramble a bit. I’m doing it right now. But if you’d like to learn more about me and what I’m doing or writing about, be sure to check out the “About Delilah Devlin” page after the story.

  And if you enjoy this story, please consider leaving a review on your favorite retail site or simply tell a friend. Readers do influence other readers. We have to trust someone to tell us whether we’ll have fun when we open a new story!

  Sincerely,

  Delilah Devlin

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  About the Book

  From the Author

  Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Friends

  About Delilah Devlin

  Excerpt from Dream of Me

  Stepbrothers Stepping Out:

  With His Friends

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  I followed the sounds of masculine laughter and splashes, skirting the lake house and heading straight toward the dock. Anger fueled my steps. And hurt. Caleb knew I’d expected to spend time alone with him this weekend. This, our last chance to enjoy the cabin on the lake now that our parents were divorcing. The house where we’d spent so many summers growing up would be lost, and perhaps, so would my relationship with Caleb.

  Who knew what the future held for us? We were both heading back to school in a few weeks, him to UT, me to Rice. There would be no more family reunions during the holidays, no more chances to share the same roof where our parents’ self-involvement had allowed so many opportunities for the two of us to be…well, involved.

  As I approached the dock, I realized that the two young men with my brother were known to me. I’d dated both. Johnny Wills, “John Wayne” to his friends, and Bradley Tanner. How awkward. I could hardly blow hot all over my brother when both men knew only too well that, for me, anger flipped my sexy switch.

  For two consecutive summers during high school, I’d dated one then the other. Both had been great boyfriends—attentive and fun to be around. Both had managed to romance me out of my clothes. Something Caleb had known, and had teased me ruthlessly about. But that had been before we’d acknowledged our own attraction. Hell, I’d even admitted that I’d let both of his buddies have me in the open air, arranging our trysts so that he would see.

  My steps slowed. I contemplated turning and heading straight back to my car. Maybe I should call later to see when Caleb would be alone, but just as I began to turn, a whistle sounded.

  “Hey, sugar!” John Wayne called from the water. He waved a long arm, beckoning me closer. “Caleb said you’d be here this weekend.”

  This weekend. So he hadn’t told them we’d be there all week. Had Caleb lied, hoping we’d at least be able to spend the rest of the week we had away from school together? My anger dissipated a little. I moved forward, my hips beginning to sway more deeply, because all three male gazes were trained on me, and if I wasn’t mistaken, all three were watching me with hungry intent. What the hell was going on?

  “Hi, John Wayne, Bradley,” I said, nodding to both as their arms moved at their sides to keep them in place in the deep water. Naked shoulders were sun-bronzed. Both looked good enough to eat. I turned to arch a brow at Caleb who swam closer to the dock. “I didn’t know you’d have company this weekend,” I said with a lazy drawl.

  From beside the ladder, he gave me a crooked smile. “Didn’t think you’d mind.” He shook his hair and grabbed the first rung. “Why don’t you come in?”

  That crooked smile wasn’t an apology. “My suit’s in the bottom of my suitcase.” With a glare, I warned him I still wasn’t happy about the company.

  “Who needs a suit?” John Wayne called out. He placed his hands together and dove forward in the water, giving me a glimpse of pale buttocks.

  My cheeks began to flush with heat.

  Bradley laughed. “Now, I know you’re not shy. We’ll even look away as you strip.”

  “What do you say, sis?” Caleb said, grinning. “It’s not like you’ve got anything we haven’t already seen.”

  My jaw dropped just a little before I snapped it shut. Way to go outting us, asshole!

  “You think we didn’t already know?” Bradley said, swimming closer. “Why do you think I didn’t ask you out last summer? Caleb said you were taken.” He gave a waggle of his eyebrows. “Besides, do you think I didn’t know he was watching us while we did it on the raft?”

  “Bradley!”

  “Tamara!” he said, then laughed. “You should see your face.”

  John Wayne swam closer. “Look, hon, it’s just us. We’ve all had you. We’re all still friends. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” This time his eyebrows shot high. “Or do…because we know what happens then.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Three handsome faces, all wearing sexy smiles, all their gazes trained on me like they were waiting for Mount Saint Helens to erupt. They knew I’d never back down from this dare.
I hated being so damn predictable!

  I glared at John Wayne and Bradley. “Well, turn the hell around!”

  They did, and even swam toward the raft thirty feet from shore while I kicked off my flip-flops and tugged my tee from my shorts. I wagged my finger at my brother. “What were you thinking?” I whispered harshly. “You invited those two?”

  Caleb still hung from the ladder and rose just high enough I could see his cock in the water. “I’ll miss this place. They will too. We were the three amigos.”

  My gaze dropped. My fingers shook as I tugged my shirt over my head and shoved down my shorts. “You know what I thought when you invited me down.”

  “And we’ll have plenty of time alone. After they leave.”

  I drew a deep breath, shot a glance toward the raft, but the guys were still faced away. I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, then quickly drew it off my arms. “And in the meantime?”

  His gaze went straight to my breasts and stuck there. His tongue licked his bottom lip. “In the meantime,” he said, his voice roughening, “we can still have some fun. How much is entirely up to you.”

  My thumbs halted at the sides of my hips. “What are you saying?”

  He came up one step and another, until he stood in front of me on the rough planks, his cock thick and rising from his groin. “Knowing this is the last time we’ll be here, I got to thinking—about watching you with John Wayne and Brad.” His nostrils flared as he stared down at me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve pulled out those pictures in my mind when I’m jerking off.” He gripped his cock and gave it a tug, then looked at me with that dirty glint in his eyes that I so loved. “So, I wondered…if you’re game…whether you’d let me do that again.”

  He was close enough now his cock tapped my belly. And here we were, just my panties between us, his buddies watching from the raft now. Heat swept my cheeks, burned my ears. “You want me to fuck your friends?” Tears stung the backs of my eyes. I pointed a finger and stabbed his chest. “That’s what you think of me? That I’m some slut you can hand off to your buddies?”

  He grabbed my finger and pulled me closer. The fingers of his other hand plucked at the elastic at one side of my hip until it snapped. Then he brushed away my panties. When he slipped those fingers between our bodies and slid them between my folds, his mouth curved. “You’re wet just thinking about it.”

  “I hate you,” I whispered. “I’m just mad.”

  “You’re mad all right, but you’re also thinkin’ about what it would be like, me so close I could reach out and touch you while John Wayne uses that big cock of his to hammer this sweet pussy.” He thrust two fingers inside me. “And wouldn’t you like to know what it feels like to have a man in your ass the same time as another’s filling your pussy?”

  I quivered, and moisture spilled over his fingers.

  Caleb bent toward me, and I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. I watched as his mouth came down. I opened to let him in. Anger fed lust. The two emotions so closely entwined in me. Something his friends had figured out early on.

  As Caleb kissed me, deep and hard, I remembered once when Caleb had taken my phone to the raft and dropped it in the water by accident. When he’d told me, I’d lost it, reaching out to shove him, only to be drawn up against John Wayne’s broad, hard chest.

  My anger had redirected to John Wayne, and he’d reacted to the hot glare I’d given him—his cock pressing against me.

  Guess he thought I’d be horrified, but I’d rubbed against him. In minutes, he’d pulled me by the wrist to the shelter of the trees, and we’d kissed, long enough we both knew it would only be a matter of time before I let him have me.

  After that, he’d looked for ways to piss me off.

  Caleb’s tongue stroked mine, and I couldn’t help moaning into his mouth. His kisses were hot, his tongue a wicked delight. Already, I wanted it touching my breasts, my clit.

  His fingers moved in and out of me, and I raised my leg to hook my thigh over his hip. I rocked against him, clenching on his digits, teasing him. If he’d laid me down on the dock right then and there, I’d let him do it. My body had been primed from the moment I’d turned into the long drive and seen the boys’ vehicles. This was what I’d wanted, his mouth on me, him deep inside my body.

  I was quickly approaching orgasm, but he pulled back and pushed my leg down. Then he turned and dove into the water, leaving me fully exposed, my nipples so tight they hurt, fluid dripping slowly down the inside of one thigh. I had a choice to make.

  No one had ever accused me of thinking before I leapt. One deep breath and I dove into the cool water.

  I followed Caleb toward the raft, watching as first John Wayne then Bradley hauled their sleek, well-developed bodies onto the barge. They sat on the edge, legs dangling—cocks swelling and lengthening. And cloaked! Oh shit. Oh shit. They’re fucking serious. But I didn’t pause my strokes.

  As Caleb pulled himself onto the platform, I swam to John Wayne. He stood, reached down his long arm, and grabbed my hand. I loved his display of strength as he easily drew me upward to stand beside him.

  I clutched his sides gasping. The tight tips of my breasts nestled against his chest. And because Caleb was watching me with his dark eyes, I tilted back my head, inviting John Wayne’s kiss.

  There was nothing tentative about that kiss. His mouth captured mine while he drew my body closer. When he pulled back, I stared at the water droplets starring his lashes, at his stark cheekbones. As always, looking at him made my tummy flutter. Could have been his height or clear blue eyes. Maybe it was that hint of Texas cowboy that would never be tamed.

  “Keep lookin’ at me like that and I can’t guarantee I’ll play nice, sugar.”

  Even the old-fashioned “sugar” turned me on. I released an uneven breath and gave him a quick smile as I continued to press against him. “I don’t think nice is what Caleb has in mind.”

  “Caleb’s my best friend,” he said, shooting a glance toward my brother. “And since he seems to be okay with this…”

  My gaze followed his. Caleb rested on an elbow. “Concrete’s pretty unforgiving.”

  “Only her knees might get scraped,” John Wayne said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

  I shook my head, a grin stretching my mouth. I shoved his chest.

  He laughed and lowered himself to the deck then tugged me down on top of him, our slick, wet bodies sliding easily together. His torso supported on his elbows, he waited as I straddled his hips, and then he darted forward and latched his lips around one spiked nipple.

  My head fell back as he tugged at the rigid tip. I clutched his thick hair and held him there. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whispered.

  Hands caught my hips and lifted me slightly. Not his. I glanced to the side to find Bradley, his smile tight, eyes gleaming hungrily.

  I reached between my legs, caught John Wayne’s shaft in my grip, and slowly settled downward.

  Bradley’s grip didn’t ease as he coaxed me up and down. He nuzzled his face against mine, his prickly beard abrading my skin. “After he’s done, baby, you’re mine.”

  Then he moved away, and I could almost breathe again. Almost. John Wayne moved to the opposite breast and bit down hard enough it stung. I hissed but powered faster, liking the sharp pain, liking the hard, challenging glint in his eyes. I pumped up and down, slid forward and back, then slowly rolled my hips while grinding down on him, every inch of his thick cock heating up my channel until I had to bounce, had to come…

  John Wayne let go of my tit and fell backward, bringing me with him. A hand pressed between my shoulders and forced me even closer to his chest. Fingers traced the crevice between my buttocks, and I moaned, knowing what was coming. “Thought you said you’d wait until he was done.”

  “Bradley might be okay waiting, baby, but I’m not.”

  Caleb. “Oh fuck,” I said, my voice breathy and thin.

  I heard him spit, felt the moisture rubbing over my hole. Then he ente
red me with two fingers, pushing gently, then twisting, easing me open.

  All the while, I clenched around John Wayne’s cock, holding still, but my inner muscles beginning to quiver and spasm. And he was watching me, studying my expression as my eyelids dipped and my mouth pursed. “Maybe later, Caleb wouldn’t mind if you blew me while he fucks you, sugar,” John Wayne murmured.

  I gave him a glare for ruining my concentration. Already, I was thinking about how we’d do it. Would I bend over him as he lay prone and Bradley did me from behind? Or would I be flat on my back, with John Wayne’s knees spread as he bent toward my mouth while Bradley hooked my knees and pounded between my legs?

  Caleb pushed his cock against my hole, bringing me back to the moment, and I braced my hands on either side of John Wayne and widened my knees, tilting my hips upward to accept Caleb’s thrust.

  Lord, I loved it in the ass. Fucking couldn’t get enough. Something every man on the platform knew. My head went muzzy, all sound reduced to a buzzing in my ears as I floated away. Sure, there was pressure and a little pain, but I was filled to the brim with cock, front and back, and Caleb was moving me, forcing my hips forward and back to fuck them both.

  I felt boneless, outside myself. But soon, urgency returned, anchoring me in the moment again, because an orgasm was building. “I’m close!” I rasped.

  John Wayne spit on his fingers and thrust his hand between us to rub my clit.

  I jerked and screamed. Then came hard, grinding backward and down, taking all their lengths inside as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.

  John Wayne’s face reddened and grew tight. Then he shouted.

  Behind me, Caleb eased his motions and withdrew.

  I fell against John Wayne breathing hard, loving the glide of his large, hard hands on my wet skin.

  At last, I turned my head to glance at Bradley. He knelt a few feet away, his hand moving on his cock.

  John Wayne cupped my shoulders. “I think he needs you, shoog.”

  I bent to John Wayne and kissed him, then crawled toward Bradley.