by Mia Ford
My heart was still pounding from the incredible, raunchy sex that we’d just enjoyed. I could feel my pussy clenching around Andrew’s cock. When he slid out, it was almost a little painful.
My thighs were burning and I collapsed onto the bed in a graceless heap, pulling a sheet over my body to cover my nakedness. Over my body, Andrew and Victor shared a deep kiss.
Andrew raised his eyebrows at me after breaking away from Victor. “So, Kristin,” Andrew said, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
I blushed deeply. From the way Victor and Andrew looked at each other, I had a feeling they understood how I was feeling.
The two men crawled into bed with me in the middle. Andrew pulled a blanket up from the floor and covered our bodies before turning out the light. My mind was racing but my body was exhausted and I felt a sleepy, warm, sated feeling melting across my limbs.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
Chapter Four
In the morning, I felt shy and awkward. I woke up before Victor and Andrew, but not wanting to disturb them, I laid in bed, ruminating over the events of the night before. When it had been happening, it had been such a rush to my senses that I couldn’t even think straight. But now, I couldn’t believe that I’d acted like such a wanton little slut. My cheeks burned with embarrassment (and arousal) as I thought about how good it had felt when Andrew fucked me from behind while I sucked off his boyfriend, Victor. I’d never even come close to having sex before, and yet I’d somehow managed to pull off a sexy ménage a-trois like I was a pro.
Victor woke up before Andrew. He glanced at me, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey,” Victor said. “Sleep well?”
I licked my lips and blushed. “Yes,” I admitted shyly. “This bed is really comfortable.”
Victor smirked. “Yes,” he said, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. “It is.”
On my other side, Andrew woke. He too rubbed his eyes, tousling his dark hair with one hand. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was first thing in the morning. His dark eyes were practically glowing with excitement and his dark skin made a beautiful contrast with the white sheets of the bed.
“I should shower,” Andrew groaned. His voice was thick and still laced with sleep. “Victor? Kristin?”
“What?” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you asking me?”
Andrew’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’m asking you to join me,” he said, smirking. “So? Will you?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. The three of us made our way down the hall, into a luxe bathroom with a huge shower. The walls were made of glass and there was enough space on the tiled floor for at least ten people to stand inside. Five gigantic showerheads were placed strategically around the ceiling, and I shivered with anticipation when Andrew turned on the spray of hot water. My nipples were already stiff with arousal and my pussy was still wet and slippery from the night before.
“Ladies first,” Victor said, grinning wryly. He pulled open the shower door and made a deep bow. Blushing madly, I walked into the steamy mist of hot water.
The water felt like a rebirth, like a baptism. Andrew gently guided me under one of the showerheads and took a bottle of expensive shampoo from the floor, massaging my hair until my senses were flooded with the fragrant, delicious shampoo. I moaned softly as Andrew pulled me under the spray of the water, rinsing me clean.
“I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”
Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.
“How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.
Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.
“I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.
Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.
Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.
“God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.
Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.
After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead.
“You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”
I frowned. “What are you even talking about?”
“Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”
I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.
“Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”
Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.
“Isn’t Victor coming with us?”
“I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.
Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,
gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.
“Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and breaking anything.”
This time, there was no hint of malice or anything dark in his grin.
The restaurant Andrew had chosen was really nice – inside was all reclaimed wood and low, dim lighting that made it look intimate and cozy, even though it wasn’t even noon. Andrew ordered lobster eggs benedict for both of us. I didn’t feel hungry, but looking at the menu made my stomach ache.
Everything felt different. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with my stepbrother – that I’d had such
raunchy, dirty sex. I felt like a different person. Kristin Calloway didn’t do things like this – had I become someone completely different overnight?
Andrew chuckled. “I know how you feel,” he said, breaking the silence at the table. “Trust me – I’ve felt like that before, lots of times.”
I nodded slowly. “What do you mean?” My cheeks blushed bright red. “How did you know what I was thinking about?”
Andrew snickered. “Your eyes are as wide as saucers, Kristin. Trust me – I know. It’s different, yeah, but trust me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything about you as a person. It doesn’t change who you are in here.” Andrew tapped his chest, which I took to mean as a gesture towards his heart.
My blush deepened. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I feel different. I feel like I failed my mom, you know? She always told me…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. Andrew was looking at me like I was a little kid, and I was afraid that he’d judge me if I told him the truth.
“She’s wrong,” Andrew said firmly. “She doesn’t know that sex doesn’t really matter that much.”
I frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Victor’s your…your boyfriend,” I finished nervously, taking a sip of my lemon water.
Just then, the waiter arrived and placed two steaming plates down on the table. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything else until after he’d gone.
“Victor’s a good friend, yeah, but he’s not my boyfriend,” Andrew explained. He salted his eggs, then took a neat bite on his fork. “We have sex, that’s it. We’re not in a relationship.”
My jaw dropped and my eyebrows shot up.
“Are you serious?” I narrowed my eyes. “But you seem…so…I don’t know…at home with each other.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Andrew said. “But trust me – that’s all it is. It’s like a way to relieve stress, you know? We’re both into the same stuff, and we both understand exactly what it is that we’re doing.”
I frowned, taking a tentative bite of my lobster eggs benedict. I wasn’t sure that I understood. I’d never heard of relationships where people just had sex – I’d always thought that was some myth that showed up in movies.
“I’ve never really known anyone like that before,” I said slowly, picking apart my food with my fork. “I mean, I know that I’m sheltered. But I didn’t think I was that sheltered!”
Andrew laughed heartily, throwing his head back. When he saw my cross expression, he narrowed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Andrew said sincerely. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. It’s just wow, yeah, you are that sheltered. Trust me, I know my dad. He wasn’t always like that, but together with your mom…” Andrew trailed off. “I know exactly what kind of rule they’ve been keeping you under.”
I frowned. I didn’t like to listen to anyone criticize my parents, even if I secretly agreed with them. It was unsettling – like hearing that everything I’d ever learned had been a lie.
“I know you probably aren’t ready to admit it,” Andrew said. “But trust me, Kristin. You’ll get there.” He narrowed his eyes and took a long sip of his mimosa. “I mean, how old are you, nineteen?”
I flushed scarlet. “Twenty-two.”
Andrew nodded. “Then it’s about time for you to start learning what it’s like to be on your own. I don’t know why Dad and Carissa treat you like you’re still a kid, but you can’t keep letting them. You have to act like an adult and demand the respect you deserve.”
I slunk low in my feet, feeling awkward. I knew that Andrew wasn’t trying to make me feel bad, but I couldn’t help the sense that I was in trouble again – except it felt worse than it did with my parents, because it was Andrew.
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said slowly. “I mean, you broke away at an early age.”
Andrew shrugged. “I’ve always been like that, but I knew Dad wouldn’t listen to me unless I took steps to earn his respect. And he doesn’t respect me now, but he does know that I’m my own man.”
I frowned. “He thinks you’re gay,” I said slowly. “He’s upset about it.”
Andrew snickered. “I think you know for yourself that I’m not,” he said archly. “Or have you not been paying attention for the past twelve hours?”
I bit my lip as the image of Andrew between my legs flashed to the front of my mind. Inside my jeans, my pussy started twitching and gushing arousal. It was impossible to be with Andrew and not be turned on – he elicited the same kind of reaction inside me every single time.
“But seriously, Kristin,” Andrew said. “You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”
I shook my head. “What about school?”
Andrew shrugged. “In case you didn’t know, Boston is home to a lot of great universities,” he said. “And the job market here is pretty good. You could always finish up at a local school and then find a job.”
I stared at him. Being with Andrew was one constant surprise after another. I’d never expected someone as deviant and sexual as him to have such a good grasp of local knowledge.
But I was starting to discover that there were a lot of things I didn’t yet understand.
Chapter Five
After brunch, Andrew handed me a credit card. “Why don’t you go shopping,” he offered. “Get yourself some new clothes.”
I stared blankly. “By myself?” I looked around – the streets of Boston suddenly looked intimidating and busy. “What if I get mugged? Or kidnapped?”
Andrew laughed. “Sorry,” he said, seeing my expression. “It’s just, this is a really safe part of the city. You don’t have to worry about anything bad happening…just don’t do anything dumb,” he said. He rolled his eyes. “Wow, the parents really did a number on you, didn’t they?”
I frowned. I wasn’t sure if he was making fun of me or not, but something about the way he’d talked to me didn’t exactly feel good.
Andrew leaned down and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. He tilted my face up for a kiss and I melted as his warm lips pressed against mine. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned softly and wriggled my body against his.
Andrew nipped at my lower lip. “You’re great, Kristin,” he said softly. “You know that, right?”
I blushed. I was sure he was putting me on, but part of me didn’t care. Getting compliments like that from the sexiest man I’d ever met still made me feel good.
In the end, I called Megan and asked if she wanted to come shopping with me. When she met me at a department store an hour later, she squealed and threw her arms around my neck.
“Oh my god,” Megan cried. “Girl, look at you!” She spun me in a circle. “You’re glowing! What happened, did things work out with your mom?”
Laughing, I blushed and shook my head. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But um…I slept with someone. For the first time,” I added quickly.
Megan smirked. “Finally,” she said. “At least we can cross that off the list for you.” She raised her eyebrows. “Who?”
My cheeks burned redder than Hell. “Um…just someone,” I said carefully, not wanting to admit that my stepbrother Andrew and his roommate Victor were the sexy men who had popped my cherry.
“Kristin, come on,” Megan wheedled as we walked into the lobby of the department store. I had to pause for a moment and crane my neck upwards to look at all of the gorgeous decorations.
“I know, you’re my best friend,” I said carefully. “I just…um…it was Andrew,” I said quickly.
“Your stepbrother?” Megan’s jaw dropped and she burst out laughing. “Girl, he is hot! But that’s weird!”
I frowned. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” I said, walking over to a display of women’s clothing. “Do you like this?” I asked, pointing to a bejeweled cardigan on display.
Megan ignored me. “I mean, I know it’s not like, incest,” she said. “But don’t you think that’s a little weird?”
> “It’s weirder that I had sex,” I said, blushing when I realized how loudly I was speaking. “But it’s not like Andrew and I grew up together as brother and sister. I’ve only met him like, a handful of times.”
Megan whistled. “Well, congrats,” she said. “He is really hot. But you’re not going to tell your mom, are you?”
“Oh my god, no!” I cried loudly, feeling scandalized. “What makes you think I’d do something so stupid?”
Megan looked at me for a long time. “No,” she said slowly. “I just think…well, come on, Kristin. Sometimes you overshare with your parents. It’s one of the reasons why they’re so overprotective of you.”
