by Bo Reid
I bring my hand down to connect with her ass again, leaving a red handprint, marking her as mine. Bringing my other hand around her, I pull her up on her knees in front of me. I undo my pants, sliding them down my thighs. Taking my cock in my hand and stroking it, at the sight of Morana in front of me — ass in my face, ready for me, makes my cock painfully hard.
When she wiggles her ass at me, an invitation, and I nearly come. I spread the drop of precum around the head of my cock with my thumb before bending down and biting her ass again.
I grip the base of my cock, moving her red lace panties to the side and running my thumb across her slit, she moans into the mattress and fists the comforter in her hands. I press the head of my cock to her cunt, rubbing her in slow teasing circles.
She pushes back, urging me to enter her. I grip one hand on her hip and push into her in one swift motion, burying myself balls deep in her dripping wet cunt. I groan at how tight and wet she is.
“Fuck, Love,” I growl as I slide out of her, before slamming back in. Over and over again.
I hear the door behind us open and close. The rustling of clothing being shed, but I’m too stuck in a lust haze to care.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I hear Hunter grunt as I slap Morana’s ass again. Kinky fucker likes to watch.
I reach my hand down and rub Morana’s clit, watching as she arches her back, silently begging for more. When I look over my shoulder, Talin and Hunter are standing naked, fisting their cocks. I smirk at them and wink when Morana moans louder. She’s too turned on to care that we have visitors.
I feel Morana’s pussy clench around my cock as her orgasm starts to roll through her body. As I’m about to come, pushing into Morana harder and faster, Hunter steps up. I remove my hand from her clit, and he starts to rub her. Pushing two wet fingers into her ass, she moans when another orgasm breaks through her body. My hips still inside her as I empty myself deep in her pussy.
Morana
Ranger pulls out of me, and immediately two hands wrap around my waist as Hunter moves us to the head of the bed. Lying down and settling between my legs, he trails kisses down my neck and across my collar bones, before dipping down to suck a hardened nipple into his mouth. I feel the bed dip beside me, and when I open my eyes, Talin is making his way towards us.
I smile at him, reaching my hand out for him to come closer. He takes my hand, bringing it to his mouth and placing gentle kisses across my knuckles. He has always been the sweetest of my guys.
I feel Hunter line himself up with my slick entrance; I look over to him and see him waiting for permission. Reaching my hand up to cup his face, bringing him down for a kiss, I thrust my hips up. He pushes into me, nipping at my bottom lip, and I moan.
Hunter slowly starts to fuck me, and I groan when Talin presses a kiss to my lips. Dipping his tongue into my mouth, it dances with mine in a slow rhythm to match Hunter's thrusts. I reach my hand out for his cock, wrapping my hand around the base and stroking up and down. He groans, biting my lip and sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Talin moans. He unwraps my hand and lies down beside me as Hunter pulls out and flips me over before entering me again. I smile at Talin, leaning up and running my tongue along the base of his cock as Hunter fucks me.
I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock, licking a drop of precum from the top before wrapping my lips around him and taking him deep into my mouth.
Talin gently places a hand on the back of my head. I lick and suck his cock while Hunter drives his dick deep into my pussy. When Hunter moves a hand around to play with my clit, I moan against Talin’s cock. Reaching my hand up to play with Talin’s balls, he groans and grips my hair. When I look up at him through my lashes, he’s looking back at me. When I silently tell him to fuck my mouth, his grip on my hair tightens. He slowly pushes my mouth further down his cock, making me take him deep in the back of my throat.
I close my eyes as another orgasm starts to spread over my body. My legs start to shake, and if it wasn’t for Hunter’s strong arms around my hips, I couldn’t hold myself up. Moaning against Talin’s cock, I feel him jerk and empty himself down my throat. I swallow and lick him clean as Hunter’s hips still inside me, groaning at his own release.
When Hunter pulls out, and I roll over next to Talin, Ranger is already waiting with a warm rag to clean me up. Hunter and Talin move to the bathroom, presumably to do the same. And Ranger lays down next to me, pulling me into his large arms.
“Pretty Girl, are you hungry?” Hunter asks as he steps out of the attached bathroom.
“I’m good. I just want to sleep,” I say yawning.
Hunter moves into the other side of the bed, trying to peel me out of Ranger's arms, but he doesn’t let go.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to roll her over, and you can stare at my back all night,” Ranger growls, wrapping his arms around me tighter.
“Only if I get to spoon you,” Hunter chuckles, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together as Ranger rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Talin comes out of the bathroom dressed, and I glare at him.
“Where are you going?” I whine.
He smiles at me, kneeling on the bed and leaning over Hunter to plant a kiss on my lips. “Just going to check some things, Honey, I’ll be in later. Get some sleep,” he says, and I stick out my lower lip, pouting.
“If you’re not careful, I’ll bite that thick lip,” he growls.
“I wouldn’t mind,” I wink at him, and he chuckles.
“Good night, Honey,” he says before turning around and walking out.
“He’s going to dig into Aether, isn’t he?” I ask the guys closing my eyes.
“He still has some residual FBI habits, Love. They might never go away. He just wants to protect you, even from your own blood,” Ranger says, kissing the top of my head.
“Pretty sure my blood needs protection from me, not the other way around,” I yawn, feeling Hunter’s thumb moving in slow circles over my knuckles.
“We just want to protect you in any way we can,” Hunter whispers before kissing my forehead and managing to wrap his legs around mine, stealing part of me from Ranger’s grip.
I yawn and snuggle into my guys, letting sleep overtake me. I’ll deal with my blood in the morning.
After coffee, when I’m slightly less stabby.
Chaper 3: Eayila
Morana
“Love, what are you doing?” Ranger yawns and rubs his eyes as he walks into the back office.
“Just going through Dad’s old papers, all the shit we got from his office, before leaving,” I explain and keep sifting through the paperwork that doesn’t seem to make any kind of sense.
“It’s three in the morning; come to bed,” he insists.
“In a minute,” I mumble, picking up their adoption files.
“What's that?” Ranger asks, leaning over the desk.
“All your guys' files, rap sheets, records, that kinda stuff,” I explain and hand him his folder.
He flips through it as I flip through Hunter’s. “You already know all of this,” Ranger says and tosses his folder back onto the desk as I pick up Nash’s.
“As I said, I’m just going over things,” I say as I note Nash’s folder is much thicker than Ranger’s or Hunter’s.
“Okay, well come to bed soon, Love,” Ranger says as he stands, leaning over the desk to plant a kiss on my forehead.
“Okay,” I mumble as I begin to skim through Nash’s folder.
At first, it's a lot of the same mumbo jumbo — rap sheet for petty crimes as a juvenile — until I come across something that steals my breath. There are three envelopes, two with my father’s handwriting scrawled across the front, one with handwriting I can’t place. Two letters addressed to Nash and one for me.
Confused, I pick up the letter with my name on it in my father’s handwriting and peel it open.
Dear Morana,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead, and
I never got the chance to tell you the truth.
You knew it the first day that you saw Nash; he reminded you of someone else, Hades. I knew it before he stepped foot onto our property. What I never told you, what I never confirmed to either of you, is that Nash is in fact your brother.
Your half-brother to be specific.
Before your mother became pregnant with you and Hades, I’m not proud to say I had an affair with another woman. When your mother told me she was pregnant, I called things off with the other woman. What that woman never told me is that she, too, was also pregnant with my child.
She left Sanorah, and I never heard from her again. She placed Nash into the system as a baby, and if I had known he existed, I would have brought him home much sooner than I did.
When I started searching for boys to adopt, his file came across my desk, and when I saw his photo, I knew there was more to his story. I had his DNA tested, and he came back as my son, your half-brother. By his birthday, I knew who his mother was, but I was never able to track her down again. She didn’t want Nash to grow up in this life but didn’t think she could properly care for him either.
I knew who Nash was before I ever signed the papers to have him adopted, well, to claim my parental rights over him. I should have told you both at the time, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to replace Hades, and I didn’t want him to feel required to fill Hades' shoes.
I saw the way you two were together while you lived at the house; your relationship with him was always more than it was with Ranger and Hunter. I always knew he would be the one to save you because I never could.
Please forgive me, daughter, for never telling you the truth.
I hope that whenever this letter finds you, you and Nash are still the family you were always meant to be.
Your Father,
Aeron.
Holy fucking shit
I search through the rest of the file, pulling papers out and skimming their contents before tossing them to the side. When I find it, my breath catches in my throat… DNA records that prove Nash is the son of Aeron Valdis.
I grab the other two letters, pushing myself up from my chair and racing down the hallway. I pound on Nash and Emma’s bedroom door, feeling my heart race in my chest. I bang my fist on the door again, begging them to answer.
“Nash! Get up!” I yell.
I hear stumbling, and Nash grumbling, Emma telling him to “shut up” just before a sleepy Nash opens the door.
“Where’s the fire?” he grumbles, and I grab his hand, pulling him out into the hallway.
“Morana, what the hell is going on?” he asks as I thrust his letters into his chest.
“Read them,” I demand.
“Morana, what the–”
“Just read them, please,” I beg.
He takes a moment to study the urgency on my face before he nods and opens one of the letters. We stand in the hall just outside his bedroom door as Nash reads the letters one after another, and I rock back and forth on my heels, waiting for him to say something… anything.
“Whoa,” he finally whispers, losing his balance and leaning into the hallway wall.
“Did you know?” he manages to stutter out, “I mean before right now.”
“I was looking through the paperwork from his office, I found them in your adoption file. I didn’t read your letters, but there was one to me from him; it explained everything,” I whisper and lean against the opposite wall.
“You’re really my sister?” he questions, looking over at me, and I bite my lip, nodding my head.
It’s one thing to feel connected to someone, to believe you’re blood no matter what. It’s another thing to realize you actually do share blood with a psychopath.
“You’re my sister,” he states, and I watch his face light up, and a smile curves his lips.
“Holy shit!” he yells and lunges for me, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me over his shoulder.
“My fucking sister!” he yells as he flings me over his shoulder and carries me down the hallway towards the kitchen, and we laugh.
He sets me down and moves to the coffeemaker. I watch him with a smile on my face as he can hardly contain his own excitement at our relation.
“I have a brother,” I whisper finally, feeling a smile curve my lips, and tears well in my eyes.
Nash walks over and wraps his arm around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“We’re family,” I whisper.
“We always were, Darlin’,” he whispers back.
“Remember the time we all made the blood donations in high school?” Nash asks as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, that’s when we figured out, we have the same blood type,” I say, and he nods.
“I can’t believe we didn’t put it together then. I mean, honestly, this whole time,” he shakes his head and smiles.
“Why do you think he never told us back then?” I ask softly, pulling my legs up under me as we sit on the couch.
“Do you think you could have handled it back then?” he asks quietly, “I mean honestly, Darlin’, do you really think after losing Hades you could have mentally handled finding out I was actually your brother? I didn’t even go through what you did, and I’m not sure I could have handled it,” he says honestly.
“No, I don’t think that would have been good for me. Not back then, at least,” I sigh, taking a sip of my coffee.
We sit in silence, drinking our coffee, and watching the clock tick above the mantle. “How are we going to tell the others?” Nash finally asks.
“Tell the others, what?” Talin asks on a yawn as he stumbles into the living room. He walks over to me, leaning down and placing a kiss to my cheek.
“Morning, Honey, why are you guys up so early?” he asks, settling behind me on the couch and pulling me close to him.
“We haven’t really gone to bed yet,” I shrug.
“Big news?” Talin asks, yawning again.
“Kind of,” I say and bite my lip.
“Care to share?” he presses.
I glance over at Nash, and he smiles at me, and I can’t hold back my own grin.
“We found out some news earlier, we’ve been talking about it for a little while,” I manage to say.
“This isn’t an interrogation, but a little more information would be nice,” Talin grumbles, leaning his head into my back and rubbing his eyes.
“We’re siblings,” I whisper.
“I know,” Talin mumbles.
“No, really, half-siblings,” I explain and turn in Talin’s arms.
He sits up and looks between Nash and I, “really?” he questions, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “As in blood?”
“As in blood,” Nash confirms and reaches his hand out to mine.
“Well fuck,” Talin lets out a deep breath, “that explains so fucking much.”
They say blood is thicker than water, but our love has always been thicker than the blood we didn't know we shared. Nash has always been my brother, regardless of what flowed in our veins. The confirmation of our relationship, though, in a way means something on a whole new level. We never let the lack of family ties prevent us from caring for one another as family, but knowing that they have been here all along? It’s just another indication of how we were always meant to find one another. We were always meant to be this fucked up family, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Chapter 4: Yntanik’
Talin
“Piper, hey, I think we need you over here as soon as possible,” I say into the phone as I lean against the kitchen counter.
Emma sits at the bar across from me, typing away on her laptop, pulling up every last detail from Aether’s past.
“Talin, it is past midnight, who did she stab this time?” Piper grumbles.
Piper and Morana go way back; she’s Lucinda’s daughter and decided to get the hell out of Sanorah when we did. She’s a nurse and
Morana’s resident “don’t ask don’t tell” medical professional.
“No one, I just need you to run a DNA test,” I explain.
“On whom?” she asks, sounding like she’s moving around her room getting dressed.
“Someone showed up claiming to be Morana’s brother; I want to confirm it,” I tell her.
“Oh shit,” she whispers on the other line, “Give me thirty,” she says before the line goes dead.
“You think he’ll go for that?” Emma asks.
“I’m not giving him a choice,” I growl.
I watch as Piper pulls out swab sticks and instructs Aether to open his mouth as we stand around him. He doesn’t put up a fight and does as he is told. Piper collects a few different saliva samples, and places them into tubes, labeling them and stowing them into her bag.
“I’ll get these to the lab right now and rush them; you’ll have your answers in a few hours, and I’ll send Emma the results,” she tells me as she packs up her bag.
Piper turns to Nash and motions for him to open his mouth, he does, and she takes more samples from him, labeling more tubes and putting them into her bag.
“Don’t you need something from Morana?” Emma asks.
“Not really, we have confirmed Nash is her half-brother already, so I have her profile from that, but if Aether is related via Aeron, it’ll show his relation to Nash as well. If he isn’t related via Aeron–”
“I am,” he interrupts, and Piper rolls her eyes but otherwise ignores him.
“If he isn’t related via Aeron, I’ll pull Morana’s profile up and confirm if they have the same mother but different fathers. I’ll let you know what I find,” she says, bending down to pick up her bag, and Emma walks her to the front door.
“This is a waste of time,” Aether grumbles.
“You know what wouldn’t be a waste of time? Me beating the shit out of you,” Nash says, as his hands ball into fists at his sides.
