Tackled by the Team

by Sierra Sparks

  “That’s the beauty of it,” Jessica says. “Since we’re always all three together, and since you guys look so much alike despite not being actual brothers, we’ll never know which one is the biological fathers. You’ll both be the dad.”

  “And this house is definitely plenty big for the pitter patter of little feet,” I say.

  “Awww. Big bad Dante wants to be a daddy,” Jessica coos.

  “I never would have imagined that,” I confess. “But I see everything differently now. Marino, you taught me how to forgive, and that has made me a much happier person.”

  “I’ve even forgiven my parents,” Jessica says. “And they’re proud of me. I mean, they think I’m spearheading an investigation into the treatment of women at the strip club, which is some new campaign that Senator Santara wants to launch. And I’m not sure how exactly I’m going to introduce them to the two of you or what their reaction will be. But I figure one thing at a time. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

  “I’ve forgiven mine too,” I announce.

  “Really?” Marino asks, looking amazed.

  “Yes. My mother is in Federal prison on drug trafficking charges,” I tell them.

  “I had no idea,” Marino says.

  “I know, it’s something I didn’t even tell you.”

  I shrug.

  “I didn’t think it mattered. I was done with her. It’s just some trumped up charge that they’re holding her on but she won’t be getting out for a long time. But I went to see her last week. I thought I should tell you guys.”

  “Oh my god,” Jessica gasps. “How did it go?”

  I shrug again.

  “I don’t know what I expected. She wasn’t very remorseful. She just talked about how unfair the charges against her are, how unfairly she’s being treated in there, what a rotten life she’s had. She seems to think she was mother of the year and is still mad at the state for taking me away from her.”

  I shake my head.

  “I’m sorry,” Jessica says.

  “That really fucking sucks,” Marino agrees.

  “It’s okay. It made me realize what I sounded like. Going around expecting to be forgiven but not able to forgive. Everything about fucking me all the time. But not anymore.”

  I look at them and feel so fucking grateful.

  “You guys have taught me so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you, Marino, for buying this house for us.”

  “You’re welcome,” he says. “I’ve invested in some other properties as well. Both commercial and residential. Maybe we’ll get accused of being slumlords, but that’s about all anyone could have on us. We’re on the straight and narrow now.”

  “Well, mostly,” Jessica says, taking off her clothes and doing that fucking sexy dance of hers. “I still know some filthy moves.”

  “Come here, you,” I say, grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her head. “There are a lot of dirty filthy things I want to do to you.”

  “Me first,” Marino says, jumping on top of her while I still have her pinned down. “I just know I’m going to be the one to impregnate you.”

  I laugh, but I have a feeling he’s probably right. And he deserves it. Because none of us— not to mention our future kid— would be here if he hadn’t pulled us all back together. And I can knock Jessica up the next time around. It’s only fitting that we produce a pair of brothers.

  Marino

  I’m on top of Jessica, riding her deep and slow while Dante plays with her nipples.

  As he takes them into his mouth, I speed up my rhythm, thrusting hard and fast inside her.

  “Oh my god,” she moans, moving her hips closer to me because Dante has her arms pinned back. “Marino, you make me feel so good.”

  “I’m going to put a baby in you,” I tell her, as she comes on my cock. “I’m going to shoot my cum into your naked pussy.”

  I can’t believe that just a few short months ago she walked into The Fun House and changed my life and Dante’s too.

  This is going to be another one of those moments I’ll never forget. The moment when I realized that I could have a fucking happily ever after. That the three of us could, together.

  I had conquered the obstacles and true love had won out. I had made my own decisions without Dante’s approval or guidance and it had all paid off. And I had been able to keep the people I love in my life.

  “Let me get in there,” Dante says. “Please. I need to be inside her too.”

  “All right,” I tell him. “It’s only fair that we share everything.”

  And I know I’ll be the one to get her pregnant. I’m going to be the best fucking dad. And the best fucking husband.

  Suddenly I think of something.

  “How are we going to get married?” I ask, and they both just look at me, annoyed that I interrupted the sex to ask such a practical question.

  “I’m sure there’s some loophole you can figure out,” Dante says, as he flips Jessica around so that both of us can fill up her pussy with our cocks and shoot our cum inside her. “Why do you always have to think so much? Just enjoy the ride. We’ll get married when the time is right. But right now the time is right for both of us to fuck Jessica, and one of us to knock her up.”

  “Is that a marriage proposal?” Jessica asks, turning around to flash us her sexy grin.

  “You behave,” I say, slapping her curvy ass. “We’ll propose when we figure out how we can both marry you.”

  “That’s like saying when hell freezes over,” she pouts.

  “Do you want us to fuck you or not?” I ask.

  “Of course,” she says, sticking out her perfect ass and pussy, showing me that they’re mine for the taking.

  But I wasn’t trying to change the subject. I know we’ll get married, I just have to figure out how. Just like I said earlier, it’s a new year and a new start. We’ll celebrate tonight and then we’ll get started on some new year’s resolutions.

  I want to be a stable presence in Jessica’s life, and Dante’s life, and our kids’ lives, forever, just as Dante always was for me. But first I’m going to listen to my older brother, and enjoy this fucking threesome.

  Jessica

  The best part of my job is that I no longer have to investigate the guys I’m in love with. I’m free to fuck them to my heart’s content without consequence, now that their jobs don’t involve running a seedy strip joint that’s the target of local lawmakers and authorities. And I plan to do just that in 2017 and beyond.

  This new house that Marino bought us is really nice. He already furnished it with this big king bed. I grab onto its ornately decorated wooden headboard as Marino enters me. Then I feel Dante’s cock enter me beside his.

  I’m so glad Marino decided to forgive me. And that Dante followed his lead. I don’t know what I’d do without these two strong, handsome men in my life. And in my pussy.

  They’ve stretched me as far as I can go, both physically and emotionally. And it feels so fucking right, as they would say. I lean back and let them push themselves all the way inside me, until I’m filled to the brim with both of their cocks.

  “Oh my god, you two,” I say, bouncing my pussy back and forth on their cocks. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “I’m glad you’re still giving us lap dances of sorts even though it’s no longer part of your job description,” Dante says.

  “Let me get even further inside you,” Marino says, pulling my hair a bit as he thrusts himself even further in than I thought was possible. “I need to aim my cum really good so that we can make a baby.”

  I relax and feel their two cocks pumping in and out of my pussy.

  I can’t believe I’m going to make a baby with them. But that feels fucking right too. Because they’ve taught me to let go and be who I really am. To find love and happiness with two people because I deserve it.

  I rock back and forth on both of their cocks as they alternatively pump in and out of me, and then both
of them do it at the same time. I can feel both of their cocks getting even harder and fuller. And I’m flooded with every kind of amazing physical and emotional feeling that exists.

  “I’m going to come,” I tell them, panting slightly and leaning all the way back into them. “I’m going to come on both of your cocks.”

  “That’s the way we like it,” Dante says, grabbing hold of my ass and thrusting even harder. “You’ll always be our VIP room slut, even though we’re going to make you our wife and the mother of our child.”

  “I’m coming,” Marino says, as I feel him shoot his cum into me.

  He groans as his cock pulses and then Dante’s soon follows.

  “I’m coming too,” Dante says. “This feels so fucking good.”

  “I love you,” I cry out, as another round of an orgasm hits me. “Marino. Dante. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” Dante says, and Marino collapses beside me on the bed, out of breath.

  “And so do I,” he says. “I love you.”

  Dante soon joins us on my other side and they wrap their arms around me.

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to us,” Dante says. “Even though you were supposed to be the worst thing.”

  I lay snuggled in the cocoon they’ve jointly made around me, so glad I had to do the undercover assignment that was supposed to advance my career but instead made me the happiest woman in the world. Because I found the love of not just one but two amazing guys. And I’m never going to let either one of them go.

  THE END.

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  DEDICATION

  To my real husband.

  And to my readers— thank you for your help in transforming

  the shorter version of Derek's and Liz's story into this book.

  Chapter 1 – Elizabeth Jane

  Ten minutes isn't very long. But it feels like an eternity every time I'm waiting for my mom to pick me up in the parking lot by Messer Hall. I swear, I'm the only person whose mother still picks her up from school every day. And "school" for me is now college. So that’s how pathetic it is.

  Ten minutes is the amount of time it takes my mom to drive to my campus after she gets out of work, which ends at the exact same time as my last class of the day— evolutionary psychology. That’s pretty fast in terms of a commute time. But it’s plenty of time for a lot of things I don’t want to happen to happen.

  For instance, right now Michelle walks by me on her way to her car and doesn’t talk to me. And then Diana walks by and does talk to me.

  I don’t know which scenario is worse. Because I have social anxiety, both are bad. The first makes me wonder why barely anyone talks to me. The second reminds me that it’s because I’m weird.

  “Hey there, Elizabeth Jane," Diana calls out to me.

  I envy her stride— a subtle swagger that combines assertive confidence with laid back unconcern. My walk has always been more self-conscious— when I actually have to walk somewhere instead of fading into the background like the wallflower I am.

  “Hi Diana.”

  We sit next to each other in class and sometimes talk afterwards—I guess you could say we’ve become friends. Except “friends” isn’t really something I “do”— because of both my shyness and my over-protective mother who is always telling me that everyone’s out to get me.

  “Want a ride?”

  “Nah, I can’t…”

  I trail off, hoping she leaves before my embarrassing mother shows up.

  “Your mom coming to get you again?” she asks.

  “Yeah.”

  My eyes dart back and forth along the road leading to the campus from the main street. I’m praying that I don’t see my mom’s car driving along it.

  “That’s what you said last time,” Diana says. “You know, you’re always free to grab a ride with me. That way she doesn’t have to go out of her way. You live over near Ridgemont. So, do I. So, your house is on my way to campus.”

  Now I have to force my eyes not to widen in surprise. I’m paranoid, wondering how she knows where I live.

  “The Wright dissertation,” she says immediately, as if reading my mind and answering my question for me.

  That’s right. I remember we worked on a class project together— a dissertation on Wright’s Moral Animal— and we had to fill out our addresses on the information sheet.

  I nod.

  “Thanks,” I tell her. “I appreciate the offer.”

  She glances at me as if expecting me to continue— to tell her I’ll take her up on it next time or offer some reason why I can’t. I get that this is how a normal conversation— average human interaction— is supposed to go.

  But I have no excuse to turn down her offer to give me a ride that anyone would understand. Just an overbearing, mortifyingly embarrassing mother who insists on taking me everywhere I need to go and picking me back up again.

  I’ve tried to gently request— and then openly protest— this “preference” of my mom’s, but her response is always to remind me that I live under her roof and she pays my college tuition, so I must do as she says. Then she quotes her favorite Bible verse to me, from Ephesians, which reminds me that if I obey and honor my mother, things will go well with me and I will live long in the land.

  The way she arches her eyebrows and squints her eyes at me after that line is her way of adding her own subtle threat at the end: “And if you don’t, then things won’t go well with you and you won’t live long in the land.”

  I swear, my mom should write her own book of the Bible; she is straight out of the Old Testament sometimes.

  Now, waiting for Diana to leave, I shift my weight from one foot to the other (which reminds me that I need to go on a diet soon or my mother will give me a lecture about sloth and gluttony). The other times that Diana has offered to give me a ride home, she has eventually taken no for an answer, but this time she seems more insistent, or at least intent on talking to me more.

  “That lecture today was pretty wild, right?” she asks, putting the keys she had been carrying into her Coach purse.

  Great. That’s the opposite of what I wanted her to do— which is to keep on walking to her car and then unlock it, get in, and drive home to her normal life with her undoubtedly normal parents. It’s not that I don’t like her— it’s just that I’m completely unable to relate to her or anyone else, it seems.

  “You think?” I shrug.

  It’s my attempt to cut the conversation short by giving a non-committal response, but Diana sees it as an open invitation to continue letting me in on her thoughts.

  “Well, I was particularly fascinated when Dr. Calvert described the sexual instinct of older male animals in the wild; how they want to pounce on the younger and more definitively fertile female animals. Weren’t you?”

  I look at her, then look quickly away while blushing. It’s almost like she could read my thoughts during the lecture.

  I have to admit, while Dr. Calvert had been talking my panties were dripping wet and I was squirming a little uncomfortably in my chair, because the topic was driv
ing me wild— no pun intended. Maybe Diana— who eagerly participates in class discussions about sex and has even brought it up to me outside of class before, telling me she can’t wait to head home to meet a hot date and she hopes he rips her clothes off like tigers in the wild bite their mates before they mount them— has some sixth sense about sexual thoughts and was somehow able to sense my wicked, dirty desires.

  Chapter 2 – Elizabeth Jane

  I’ve never even had sex before— I’ve barely come anywhere close to having anything resembling sex— but older men are my turn-on. It’s almost as if Diana knew this, although I’ve never told a soul. If I could have sex with anyone at all— not that I could, because my mother would probably literally crucify me if she found out— it would definitely be…

  “Dr. Calvert,” Diana sighs, mentioning our professor. “He’s so dreamy. He’s so hot. He’s old, but older men are hot, am I right?”

  I can’t help but smile and nod. Even though I don’t agree with her assessment of Dr. Calvert being all that hot himself.

  “I knew it,” she says, tilting her head back and laughing recklessly, in that way of abandoning herself to joy and merriment that I wish I was capable of doing. “You aren’t as stand-offish as you seem. You do want to bone Dr. Calvert.”

  Now I blush again, and laugh awkwardly.

  “Oh my god,” I tell her. “Not him. But yeah…”

  I stop myself. I’m not about to divulge secrets to someone I don’t even know that well. I’ll write it all down in my diary tonight, and then rip it into tiny shreds and throw it away like I do every night. Every night, that is, since my mom found my last diary, still kept locked and under my mattress like I was twelve years old when really, I was seventeen, and read it and then took me to church to be prayed over and cleansed.

  Luckily, I hadn’t even revealed anything that damning in the diary entries. I haven’t even done anything that damning. However, just little observations such as “the guy in front of me in class turned around and winked at me, and he was super-hot,” were enough for my mother to be convinced that I’m going straight to Hell.