“I love you so much,” I tell him. “And you too, Dante.”
“I love you too,” they both say at the same time.
Exactly the wayI like it.
Epilogue
Dante
It’s been a month, and despite my normal pessimistic attitude, everything has been going great for Marino, Jessica and me. Until today, when Marino decided that weather in the teens was a good time to take a road trip.
“What the fuck are you dragging us out in the cold to go see?” I complain, as he pulls onto a narrow country lane. “There’s nothing out here this far from the city worth seeing.”
“Oh yes there is,” he says, sounding very proud of himself.
“What are we doing this for?” I groan.
“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve Day,” he insists. “I thought it was the perfect time to show you both how some of my plans have come to fruition. It’s a new year and a new start for us.”
He pulls up to a newly paved driveway and a brand new house.
“Come on,” he says, practically pulling Jessica out of the car.
“What is this?” she asks, as I follow them up the walkway.
Marino pulls a key out of the pocket of his wool coat.
“Ta da,” he says, and opens the door.
“I introduce to you, our new house.”
“Our new what?” Jessica says, frozen in place.
He picks her up and carries her over the threshold.
“Sorry, Dante, but the honor of bringing our love to our new house belongs to me, since this was all my idea.”
“Your idea was to buy us this big house?” I ask him.
“Sure,” he says. “We have lots of money now, after the proceeds from the sale of The Fun House have come in. And we know that both of our places are too small for the three of us. Or maybe more.”
“Jessica, you never renewed your birth control prescription, did you?” I ask her.
“Nope,” she said, with a shy grin spreading across her face. “You told me not to.”
“I have to admit, I’d love to put a baby in you,” Marino says, carrying her to the bedroom.
“But so would I,” I say, ready to stake my claim.
“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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Chapter 1 – Ella
Swish, swish, swish.
Slip, slop, slap.
Sluuuuurp.
Thud, thud, thud.
These are the sounds I hear as I approach my bedroom.
Sex sounds.
These are definitely, and disgustingly, the sounds of sex.
It's like something straight out of a Showtime TV show or an Eva Luxe romance book. Except, unlike in both of those delicious forms of entertainment, I'm not the one enjoying the action that is causing these sounds.
Even though they're coming from my bedroom.
In Showtime shows, it's likely that the guy causing the ruckus is an asshole, but we're somehow supposed to root for him anyway. But those shows, and damn romance novels are like fairy tales.
Setting up girls to believe that a former bad boy turned into our own personal Prince Charming will come rescue our asses— before spanking them until we're writhing around on his lap begging him to make us come because our pussies are so dripping wet from how he’s exerting his dominance over us.
But real life is a lot more disappointing than that. At least, mine has definitely been so far. So, it doesn't surprise me that someone is using my bedroom for a hot sex session that doesn't include me.
My life has never been a fucking fairy tale.
That’s probably why I’ve always hated them.
As I get closer to my bedroom door, muffled voices mix in with the sounds that have already been drifting out since I was further away.
"Oh yeah! Give it to me. Yeah, ooooooh."
Well, that sounds like one of my step sisters— Sheila, to be exact— which also isn't surprising. She's been known to fuck anything with half a brain or half a boner.
I'm not even sure if her standards are that high; that's probably giving her too much credit. She'd fuck any guy that shows the least bit of interest in her, although she'd prefer him to be filthy rich and as boringly handsome as a plastic Ken doll.
The question is, though: why is she doing this in my room? The one part of this whole wretched house that is supposed to be mine and mine alone? She has her own bedroom she should be in.
After she moved in, she painted the walls of her room pink and decorated with a lot of silver glitter. Apparently, she still has some princess obsession that she's had since she was a tiny spoiled brat— now she's just an older spoiled brat. Her bedroom, predictably, is much larger and nicer than mine, even though this was my house first.
But who knows what Sheila's up to? I shouldn’t even ask such questions to myself because I know there’s no answer that would make sense to most people.
Sheila and my other step sister Gloria are always trying to find ways to make me miserable, because, other than banging random Ken dolls or spending all the money from my dad’s estate on overpriced clothes, they have nothing better to do.
I don’t know exactly what Sheila is doing. But I'm sure it’s some kind of ridiculous ploy to rub the fact that I’m a virgin in my face.
Chapter 2 – Ella
Yeah, it's ridiculous.
I'm nineteen years old and still a virgin and still living with my mean step mom and two step sisters. It sounds pathetic, but I have my reasons.
When it comes to my living situation, it's complicated, and too painful to think about as I'm listening to sex noises coming from my bedroom. But when it comes to my virginity, well— I just want to make sure that the timing is right.
Losing my virginity feels like the one area of my life I can control, and I’m determined to make it feel magical and perfect. I guess maybe I really do still believe in fairy tales, at least a little, even though I’ve always despised them for being unrealistic.
I have a boyfriend named Paul and we've made out but we haven't gone all the way. He's wanted to, of course, but I just want to wait a little longer before we do it. Something just feels a little “off,” and therefore,
doesn’t fit into my definition of the “absolutely perfect” circumstances that I want to exist before I do the Big Deed for my very first time.
Paul’s told me he understands and that he’ll wait. I have a feeling, though, that he's starting to become a tad bit impatient. Or maybe he’s just altogether tired of waiting. He sure hasn't been around as much lately as he used to be.
That's why I'm at home now— which is a place I usually avoid. I can't go hang out with Paul because I don't know where he is. He hasn’t exactly been anxious to see me, like he used to be, back when we first started dating.
That’s fine with me though. I could use a break from him anyway, because it's annoying that he's pressuring me for sex when he knows it doesn't feel right to me yet.
But anyway. Back to the very pressing— and loud— matter at hand.
I'm sure it's just Sheila and some random guy in my bedroom, and that she’s trying to rub certain facts in my face while she rubs her pussy around on said random guy’s cock and picks up an STD or two.
She’s probably looking forward to showing me with my very own eyes that although I've never had sex before, she has sex all the time and is actually having sex on my bed— or probably on my floor or my dresser or something, knowing her.
She’s undoubtedly doing it just to show me that she's better than me, or at least she thinks she is. And that everything here is really hers, rather than mine. She wants me to know that just like her mom took my dad, she can take my formerly relatively happy life, and even take my spot when it comes to where I would naturally be having sex, if I were in fact having it.
I shouldn't go in. I shouldn't give Sheila the satisfaction of knowing I see her doing the thing that she clearly wants me to see her doing.
But by not giving her her way, I'd also be losing, since all I want to do is grab my Kindle that has the romance book I’m currently reading bookmarked at a really good spot and head to the bathroom for a bubble bath and some me time.
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