by Rynn, Alexa
So why did it feel right then?
“They look so perky, don’t they, bro?” Liam asks Travis, licking his lips again.
Before Travis has a chance to answer, Tyler appears at the top of the stairs. “Hey, Mom’s getting mad that you guys are taking forever. Dinner’s getting cold.”
I feel my whole body flush and I shove my hands across my chest again.
The action snaps Travis back to reality and he takes his eyes away from my line of boob cleavage that he was just so consumed with a second earlier.
Liam frowns. “Hey!”
Tyler takes a few steps down the hall. “What’s going on?” He looks from his brothers to me with a sense of confusion and concern in his eyes.
Liam laughs. “Nothing. Alyssa is just becoming comfortable with her punishment.”
Tyler rolls his eyes. “Are you guys playing that stupid game again?”
Travis still has his eyes on me, he hasn’t broken the look that the two of us are sharing since Tyler came into the picture. He reaches over slowly and pulls my arms away from the front of my boobs again.
They stare at them again, this time Tyler included.
The idea of the 3 of them staring at my body makes me feel hot all over. This was so confusing and stupid. So what? I couldn’t wear my sweater to dinner? What a stupid punishment.
“Not wearing my sweater to dinner is my punishment?” I roll my eyes and force myself to stop looking at my stepbrother’s drooling gazes. “No way I’m doing that.” I make a grab for my sweater but Travis moves it out of my reach.
“You should have thought about that before you broke the rules.” Travis sounds dominating and determined but his eyes are still on other parts of my body and not my face.
Tyler laughs uncomfortably. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t uncomfortable with, Alyssa.” He’s trying to be the reasonable one, the responsible one. But his eyes are on my chest the entire time, just like his brothers.
Liam snickers and takes a step toward us. “You’re both wrong because that’s not the end of her punishment.”
Liam and Travis exchange another look.
Travis reaches one hand behind my back and unsnaps my bra with experience through my t-shirt. My boobs immediately slip out of the fabric of my bra a little bit.
I gasp again. This time I don’t even make it all the way up to my chest before Travis yanks my hands back down to my sides.
Liam laughs. “You have to sit through dinner like that, Alyssa. With your bra undone and your boobs ready to fall out of your shirt at any second.”
I look at Liam stunned. I can’t believe what he’s saying. I glance at Travis but his eyes are still on my boobs, like if he stares at them hard enough maybe the shirt will give away and they will come tumbling out. I glance at Tyler, sure that he will step in and say something about how crazy this all is. How there was no way in hell he was going to let me do something like that. But he’s just staring at me with wide eyes, his eyes traveling back and forth between my boobs and my face. And I know in that moment that he’s just as turned on by this as his brothers are.
“I can’t pull that off! Your mom already thinks I’m weird! She picks up on if I act even a little off in any situation at all!”
Travis shrugs “I guess you should have thought about that before you broke the rules.”
And then my 3 triplet stepbrother’s are pushing me down the hall and toward the steps where are dinning room and family dinner are waiting.
Chapter 4
“Are you sure you’re alright, Alyssa?” My father asks from the other side of the table for about the tenth time since I came down to dinner.
Of course I wasn’t okay! I was trying to not make any sudden movements out of fear that my D cups would burst out of my unhooked bra at any second. It might sound like it’s easy to not move around that much but trust me it’s not. Especially when my stepbrothers keep asking me to get up and fetch them things they just happen to forgot that they needed. Tyler had even gotten in on it toward the end.
They sure were enjoying this.
It was kind of thrilling. Wondering if at any second the whole thing could fall apart and I could make a fool out of myself in front of our parents. I could tell my stepmom had been surprised about my choice of dinner attire. She had raised her eyebrows at me when she saw me in my t-shirt, practically spilling her glass of red wine all over the perfect white tablecloth that she had used on the table that night.
“Yeah, I’m fine, dad.” I answer the same way I’ve answered every other time he’s asked since I sat down.
My dad shakes his head and pops another piece of pasta into his mouth. “You seem kind of… strange.”
Liam smirks and throws his hand around my shoulder. “You do seem kind of off tonight, sis. What’s wrong?” He rubs my shoulder and pats me a little the way a buddy would. To our parents it looks like a friendly sign of reassurance but in the process he manage to slip my bra strap off my shoulder and down my arm.
Panic sets in. A few more inches and my bra strap would be exposed.
Liam smiles in satisfaction and squeezes my shoulder, knowing that he’s succeeded in his mission. Travis is on the other side of me and he throws his hand on my back, rubbing his fingers up and down the side of me. Again, it looks like a kind gesture from a stepbrother. What our parents can’t see is that every time he goes up my back he brushes his fingertips against the side of my boob, trying to dig it further out of the cup of my already loose bra. Tyler watches from the other side of the table, enjoying the show.
I shake both of their hands off of me. “I’m fine, just thinking about school stuff, I guess.”
My stepmother nods like that makes perfect sense because that’s probably the only thing I could ever be acting weird about. If I think my life is boring, my stepmother thinks that x 1000.
“Oh,” my dad says, still chewing away. “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, honey, you always do.”
“Yeah,” Liam says, reaching out to rub the shoulder that’s closest to him like a good reassuring brother would. In reality he’s just slipping the other side of my bra strap down.
Holy crap, now both of my bra straps were down and I was practically holding my boobs inside of my shirt myself with the bottom of my arms. Liam grins as he looks down my shirt. He’s proud of himself, proud that he’s slipped the straps down off my shoulders and he knows that it’s taking all my concentration to not let them spill out all over the place.
“Alyssa,” my stepmother’s cold voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Can you clear your plate and get started on the dishes? I’ll have the boys clear the rest.”
I glance around the room in discomfort. How was I going to carry my dishes into the kitchen and start to load the dishwasher when I barely had a bra on? I needed both of my hands to hold my boobs up! Even if they didn’t end up falling out of my shirt the way my stepbrothers hoped, it would still be pretty obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra. That would be humiliating and a disaster. And knowing my stepmother she would definitely make a comment on proper dress attire in a blended family environment.
I get up from the table slowly, careful to not make one wrong move. I’m not going to give myself one chance to screw this up. I hold my plate and glass in front of my chest and practically dodge into the kitchen once my back is turned on my family.
That whole meal had been a close call!
I had no idea how I managed to keep my composure through dinner, how I had managed to sit there with my bra undone and my natural boobs practically hanging out! The second I set my plate down on the counter I yank my bra straps back up and readjust my boobs inside of the cups of my bra. I reach around my back and try to snap my bra back together but it’s not an easy task.
I could take it off and swing it around to the front of me to buckle it but I know better than to try and pull that off in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in at any moment. I mean how would I e
xplain that to my dad or stepmom?
I’m still struggling to get the hooks to click into place when Travis comes into the kitchen. He sets the pile of plates he has down on the counter and yanks my hands down from the back of my bra.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands.
“I’m putting my bra back together!” I whisper, glancing out the door. “Dinner’s over.”
Travis shakes his head. “No, no way. Not until after you’re done doing the dishes. I want to know that you’re scrubbing the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher nervous that at any moment your bra will slip off and you’ll be in trouble.” He winks at me.
I scowl. “You’re such a jerk, Travis.”
“You know it,” he reaches over and grabs the straw that was in his cup of water at dinner. He traps some of his left over water inside of it and lets it loose over the top of my cleavage so little specks of water are dripping down my t-shirt and inside of my bra.
I jump back. “What are you doing!”
“It’s part of your punishment, Lyss.” He traps more water in the straw and tosses more onto my chest.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Liam’s voice comes from the other side of the kitchen. “Let me get in on this,” he says, jolting across the kitchen in a few easy strides thanks to his long toned legs. He grabs his own straw and traps some of his iced tea inside of it, then he shoots it down my shirt.
“Oh, yeah. Do more iced tea, bro. Her tits are gonna get all sticky.”
Liam obeys and sends a bunch more iced tea down the inside of my shirt and into my chest. They both laugh and look at me like I’m the hottest thing on the planet.
“I’ll help you with the dishes, honey.” My dad says loudly as he carries his plate into the kitchen. Both of my stepbrother’s jump back from me but if my dad finds anything strange about the set up he doesn’t show it. Instead, he starts wrapping left over food up and searching for a place for it in the fridge.
I turn my back on my stepbrothers and start to rinse off the dishes. Liam reaches around me and sets his plate into the sink. “I’m going to sit right over there at the table and watch you, just hoping that one of those big pink boobs pops out and I get a peek.” He pinches me on the butt then walks over to table and sits down, getting comfortable.
Before I even have a chance to process what just happened Travis is putting his plate in the sink, his hot breath on my neck. “I’m going to watch, too. And then I’ll probably jerk off in my room later on while I think about it.” He glances behind him to make sure my dad isn’t paying attention then reaches out and grabs my ass really tight and rough. I practically jumped he grabbed me so hard.
He heads over to where Liam’s sitting and I see them slap each other’s hands as a way of props.
What the fuck was going on?
Chapter 5
I couldn’t stop thinking about my stepbrothers. I knew it was wrong and against the rules but I couldn’t help it. There was something thrilling about the way they had treated me. Like I was so sexy that they couldn’t control their selves around me.
I liked the attention.
I wanted them to always be that way with me.
I wanted to feel dangerous with them.
I’m still thinking about it later that night way after dinner as I’m tossing and turning in bed. Why couldn’t I get the way they were looking at me out of my head?
I’m so caught up in my own thoughts that I don’t realize Travis is in my room until I look up and see him standing next to my bed. I sit up, startled. My eyes land on Liam and Tyler at the front of my room. What were they doing here? What did they want?
“Sit up, Lyss,” Travis tells me.
“What’s going on?” I ask, sitting up in bed. “What’s wrong?”
Travis shoots his brothers a look and then turns his attention back toward me. “Nothing is wrong.”
I don’t say anything, looking from each of their perfect faces to the other instead.
“I think you know why I’m here, Alyssa.”
I swallow the lump that’s in my throat. “I don’t,” I tell him, even though I do.
“Yes, you do.” Travis tells me, calling my bluff. “I’m here because you want me to be. I’m here because you want me. Don’t you?”
I look up into his eyes. I did want him. I had wanted him for as long as I could remember. All I can bring myself to do is nod.
“I want you too, Alyssa,” he tells me.
There the words I’ve wanted to hear for as long as I can remember.
“You do?” I whisper.
“I do,” he nods. “But I’m a package deal.”
I look up at him with confusion. “A package deal?”
He nods toward the other two triplets. “If you want me you have to want my brothers.”
I look at Liam and Tyler in shock. Liam stares back at me, his eyes burning into mine. Tyler looks away uncomfortably.
“You mean I have to sleep with all of you?”
Travis looks uncomfortable for a second. “Eventually, yes. Not tonight. Tonight I’ll break you in and have my fun with you while they watch. Maybe get off while they look at you…”
I gasp.
Was he really suggesting what I thought he was?
“But if we go down this road its under the condition that eventually you’ll have us all… we’ll work up to it…” he trails off again. “If you want me you have to have us all, Lyss.”
My eyes grow wide at Travis’s words. I can’t believe what my stepbrother is saying to me. If I wanted to have him I had to have my other stepbrothers too? As in… all 3 of them?
Travis looks down at me with his perfect blue eyes, they burn into me with desire and lust. He’s begging me for my permission, begging me to let him take me and have his way with me.
But while his twin brother’s watch?
And then have a turn?
I hated the confusion that flowed through my body. How could I even be considering such a crazy idea? Letting my three triplet stepbrothers dominate me and do whatever they wanted with me? Why was the idea so thrilling?
What was wrong with me?
I bite my lip. Did wanting to do it make me a slut?
I look up at Travis again. I reach out and run my fingers over his muscular chest. He snaps my hand away, burning his eyes deep into mine. “No, Lyss, all of us.”
I look over at my other two stepbrothers. The same looks on the outside, but all so different on the inside. The thought of pleasing Travis thrills me. The thought of pleasing them all thrills me. I always had a weird connection with them. A connection that I was never really able to explain to anyone else.
I felt like I belonged to them.
I look from one set of eyes to another and then to another.
Back and forth and back and forth.
And then I smile shyly. Finally giving into my desire.
“Okay.”
And I bet if I was miles away I would still be able to see their smiles.
Chapter 6
Liam grins and locks my bedroom door. Tyler looks unsure for a second and then crosses over to the other side of the room and sits down on a old desk chair that’s sitting in the corner.
I look back and forth between Travis and Liam unsure of what to do. I feel weird now that I’ve agreed to what I just did. Travis reaches down and pushes a piece of hair behind my ear and runs his finger over my lips. Then he reaches down and kisses me full on the lips. My eyes widen in surprise, I couldn’t believe I was actually kissing him. He tasted so good.
He pulls back after a second and runs his hands down my neck. “Lift your hands up.”
I do and he pulls my shirt off over my head.
Tyler clicks on the light in the corner and my dark room springs to light. For the first time I realize they’re all in their boxers. Almost like they came ready to party.
I hadn’t worn a bra to bed so my boobs fall naturally over my chest after Travis takes my shirt off.
; “God damn,” Liam says, his eyes on my chest.
I blush.
Travis reaches out, taking one of my breasts in his hands and starting to massage it up and down. “They’re so soft, Lyss.” He whispers.
“Her nipples are huge, bro.” Liam says loudly.
Travis reaches out and starts playing with one of them. “And hard as fuck, too.”
I can’t help it. The thought of all 3 of them sitting here getting turned on by me is making me so fucking hot.
Travis leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, working it in and out with his tongue. He links one of his hands underneath my big boob and holds it up to his face, looking me right in the eye as he sucks on by big nipple. I feel myself start to get wet in my legs.
Gosh, he was so good with his tongue.
He takes his mouth away from my boob and smirks. “You like that, Lyss?”
I nod.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I like that,” I whisper.
“What do you like?” He pushes me.
“I like when you suck on my nipples.”
He smirks and goes back to sucking on my boob, this time he bounces it up and down into his mouth roughly. He starts kissing them next and digging his head inside of them.
Liam’s eyes are on mine the entire time. “You like that, Alyssa?” he asks loudly. “You like having your stepbrother sucking on your big pink titties?”
I don’t answer and Travis bites down on one of my nipples hard, letting me know that I’m to play along with whatever his brothers want.
“Yes,” I answer, hating how much I mean it.
“Does it feel good?” Liam demands loudly.
I nod and glance at Tyler. He’s still sitting in the corner, not saying anything. But I can see a huge bulge in his boxers from where his cock is growing hard. Travis sucks on my boob harder and I open my mouth, trying to not let out the loud moan that’s building inside of me.
“Yeah,” Liam smirks. “You look like you like it.”
