The attraction wasn’t only because they looked like calendar models. They each had very different personalities but all of them were kind, considerate, and gentle.
Although the huge space was by no means full and not even halfway there, I was beginning to understand what Ben meant when he said it would flood with people. Nightclub goers seemed to be pouring in. Every few minutes, the cavernous club looked less and less empty.
By the time my visit to the bathroom was done, I was certain Adam had started his musical stint. There was a different vibe in the air, and many people were dancing.
We stood, hovering near a table, at the edge of the dance floor.
Ben slipped his arm around my shoulder again and whispered in my ear, “Let me know when you want to get out there and dance.”
I looked up at him. “Are you itching to dance?”
His whole body seemed to be tapping along with the rhythm, and he enviously watched the people moving.
He looked down at me and nodded. “I love this music. Don’t you?”
Nodding, I felt like one of the children seduced by the Pied Piper of Hamelin. With the loud volume of the music, the way the base rhythm pulsed through my bones, or the way Adam mixed one track seamlessly into the next, I was eager to dance too. I had to admit, I did love it.
Other people’s enthusiasm was also infectious. Everyone looked like they were having fun.
Ben finished off his water so I did the same and we went out onto the dance floor.
Joyfully, with smiles on our faces and our arms in the air, we moved with the beat. We made the most of the space, and as people crowded in around us, we moved closer together. Ben was a great dancer. His eyes and his hands were all over me in a way that felt good and respectful. We had fun. I held his attention he held mine.
At times we held hands. We placed our hand on each other’s bodies. His on my hips and mine on his shoulders and his arms. I got hotter when I touched his muscular arms.
Sometimes when we weren’t physically touching we connected in other ways. Mimicking each other’s moves, our eyes fixed upon each other.
My heart beat fast and faster, and it wasn’t just from the physical activity.
When I turned my back to him, his arm slipped around my waist; his hand lay flat against my stomach, and we closed the distance until his groin rubbed against my ass.
It felt sexy moving to the music with Ben in that way, exactly the way other people were dancing too.
It was innocent and fun until something snapped.
Heat and desire pulsed through me in time with the music.
Temptation mere inches away from me and dancing at the end of my fingertips: my stepbrother. I felt sandwiched between Ben, who was physically on the dance floor with me, and Adam in spirit, playing the fantastic music.
When another club favorite came on my hands went in the air along with everyone else’s except Ben’s; they wrapped around my waist as he moved into my personal space until he couldn’t get any closer.
Not unless we removed clothes.
The lower part of our bodies sealed together, grinding. A seal that moved higher and higher. My chest against his toned torso, his groin against my waist.
He stooped, allowing his mouth to find mine open and relaxed for the first perfect kiss. His mouth tasted of hot goodness and temptation. I wasn’t entirely sure whether he instigated this or I did. It wasn’t that he kissed me or I kissed him. We just both seem drawn to each other.
Melting in his arms, it sounded like such a cliche, but that was how it went.
Touching his arms, my hands worked up over his toned muscles. I could only feel my desire getting stronger. Even my most conscious thoughts were that I wanted this to go so much further. And I couldn’t understand why I had been fighting to keep the brothers at arm’s length.
We continued to kiss, and a pang of guilt hit me.
I’d thought of his brothers.
Even while I kissed Ben, I’d thought about how I’d like to kiss his brothers.
They were three very different people and yet when it came to attraction my innermost thoughts treated them as if they were interchangeable.
I knew it must be wrong to think about different men when kissing a guy, and if he knew, he wouldn’t like it. It must be even worse to think about that guy’s brothers.
Still, I didn’t stop kissing. It felt too good. Instead, I tried to block Adam and Carl from my mind.
After trying hard to ignore and deny the physical attraction that existed between me and each one of those triplet brothers, opportunity rather than conscious choice had guided Ben into my arms. I’d have reacted the same way to anyone one of the guys, and I didn’t like that thought. I certainly wouldn’t want to have to choose between them.
I wasn’t sure where this was going to go, and a big part of me thought I should stop it, but I couldn’t because I didn’t want to. I wanted Ben badly.
CHAPTER SIX
BEN
I never thought I’d kiss my stepsister. And when they found out, my brothers wouldn’t believe that it wasn’t planned.
Sure, I flirted with her. I flirted with all women. I was friendly; it was just the way I was.
On the dance floor, she looked sexy, and I felt horny. I thought she liked me like that and I definitely wanted her like that.
So we kissed, at last.
My brothers will never believe we kissed by accident. They might think I want Sophie as another notch on my bedpost. They already call me a Casanova who can’t keep my hands to myself. An unjustified claim. It wasn’t my fault; I was desirable and in demand.
Since Sophie moved into our home and I got to know her, with each passing day I’ve grown to like her more. I liked her self-confidence and independence.
I walk her to school each day, and we walk home together as well sometimes. It was no chore to me as I enjoyed getting the exercise and spending that time alone with Sophie. She didn’t need me; she wasn’t timid or frightened, but I had made a promise to her mother.
The problem was, the better I got to know her the more I liked her. She was a lovely person and a member of our family.
So far I had put my desire for her at the back of my mind, but it was there. I couldn’t dream of bringing another woman back to our apartment, not now, not knowing Sophie was there sleeping in the room next to mine. No matter who came home with me I’d prefer to be with Sophie. I couldn’t be so disrespectful to sleep with a woman thinking of her as second best to the one I really wanted.
I’d managed to keep my attraction to Sophie guarded, but I lost control when my inhibitions were under the influence of the club atmosphere. Although I wasn’t sure it was entirely down to me. I didn’t force myself on her. She seemed to be giving out come-get-me signals, and my body responded.
God, did my body respond.
My dick got so hard as we kissed. I knew she could feel it when we pressed closely against each other. I hoped she felt the same way. I wanted to take her home. If I were with another woman, that would have been an option but with Sophie, I had a quandary or two.
It was her home too. She was my stepsister and sleeping with her would have lasting consequences because of the family ties. You didn’t have a one night stand with someone in your close family, so I had to be sure it was more than that.
Nothing inside me wanted a one night stand with Sophie. I wanted more. I’d never felt this way about a woman before. I knew she liked me too; I just wasn’t sure quite how she felt about “us.”
My hand scrunched into the soft hair at the back of her head, and with my other, I caressed the soft skin of her cheek. The kissed lasted long enough for me to run my hands down her back and clench onto her cinched waist. My tongue explored around the inside of her mouth and entwined with hers.
She had to feel as I did. Just as hot and full of desire.
I wanted to give her everything. To take home and make her feel good. To make her come while she lay on my bed callin
g my name.
My mind and heart filled with a mix of emotions the like of which had not previously experienced. Not just familiar lust and desire, I’d had those before. There was something about Sophie I liked. Loved, if I was honest.
It was probably too early to say that word, but I loved everything I knew about Sophie, and you get to know someone fairly well when you live with them as family, ate meals with them, and walked them to college every morning. We’d walked home together plenty of times too.
We kissed, and moved to the music, and held each other on the dance floor.
I enjoyed the moment and tried not to think about what would happen next because I honestly didn’t know where this would go.
There was a strong caveman urge inside me to take her like I wanted, with her permission, of course.
And then there were my brothers.
We’d talked about Sophie. Often, And in detail.
They both liked her from the start, just as I did. To look at, she was a cute chick. Before we got to know her, we all joked about how we wouldn’t kick her out of bed. As we had gotten to know her, we didn’t joke in the same way.
They liked her as a person just as much as I did.
She was funny and caring and good company and gorgeous to look at. She was thoughtful and considerate, mature and independent. Her mom believed she needed looking after, but really, she didn’t.
Kissing, we stayed on the dance floor for way too long and licked each other until we were dehydrated.
“Let’s go get a drink,” I whispered in her ear.
The first words that passed between us since we began kissing and touching in a way that siblings shouldn’t.
She nodded.
I took her hand, and we walked off the dance floor toward the bar.
I dug my hand into the pocket and pulled out two tokens. I realized that if we were going to leave, we’d left our stuff in the locker and although I knew the key number for the staffroom Adam had the physical key for the locker. Even if I had the key, we’d have to tell him if we were leaving without him.
I asked for two bottles of water at the bar and handed over drink tokens.
Sophie took one bottle, and I stared at the cap on my drink while I considered my options. What next?
I took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. She had to understand; I didn’t want what happened on the dance floor to stay on the dance floor, I wanted it to continue.
I kissed her on the cheek and moved my lips to her ear. “Do you want to get out of here? Your place or mine?”
She laughed and nodded.
There was chemistry between us. She experienced it too.
“Come on.” I took her hand. We’d have to face Adam first.
We walked up to the DJ booth. He saw us through the door and opened it to let us in. He noticed the handholding straightaway, and his gaze lingered on our entwined fingers, and his eyes widened with realization.
Numerous times over the years people have told us that twins and triplets have their own language and communicate with telepathy.
Nonsense.
It was just that there are times when words aren’t necessary if you know someone well enough, you lived with them all of your life, and you talked with them often. We didn’t need to explain our intentions.
He didn’t offer Sophie a tour of the booth. He was usually enthusiastic to show off the equipment, but not this time. The lighting deck was particularly interesting, in my opinion. But Adam kept it set to automatic when in the booth on his own. He said thinking about the music was enough work for him. Later in the evening, a guy would turn up who had the sole job of running the light show.
Adam pulled out the locker key and gave it to me. “I’ll see you at home tomorrow.”
I nodded. “See you in the morning, bro.”
Sophie and I walked back through the club to the staff area. Three people sat eating sandwiches and looking at the screens on their phones, unlike earlier when we were the only people there. It really was a dreary staffroom.
It didn’t seem the right place for a private conversation, so we retrieved our items from the locker in silence.
As we neared the doors to the exit of the nightclub, I stopped walking and stepped in front of Sophie. “Are you sure you’re ready to leave? We can stay.” And then I brushed my lips over hers and licked her top lip with my tongue to reassure her of my intentions. Not wanting to influence her in any way, of course.
Her tongue came out to greet mine, and she stepped closer so that once again our bodies pressed together and a barely controllable desire grew within me. She answered only with actions.
I stepped back. “Keep that thought in mind. We’ll be home soon.”
Outside the club, we jumped in a cab. We continued to hold hands and didn’t speak the whole way home, a journey that took about ten minutes.
In the elevator, we gazed into each other’s eyes. It was time to tell her how I felt. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for weeks since you moved in.”
“I know,” she replied. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“I like you, Sophie. You’re special.” Damn it, the words seemed so inadequate to express how I actually felt. I couldn’t tell her all of the things going on inside me.
She seemed calm about the whole thing.
If she was going to choose one of us out of me and my brothers, I thought I’d be the last on the list.
She spent the most time with Carl; they had their photography and art in common.
Adam charmed everyone with his fantastic cooking, and he behaved like a grown up, living up to his status as the eldest.
I wasn’t sure what she saw in me in me, but I was there and they weren’t.
Once I’d opened the apartment door, I took her hand and led her past her bedroom and into mine at the furthest end of the hall, next to the living room.
Her room was next to Adam’s; of course, he was still out. Carl was probably asleep across the hall.
We entered my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and turned on a lamp. She sat down on the edge of my bed and started to unlace her boots as if she’d done this many times before. I did the same, kicking them clear in a moment and then sat down beside her.
We kissed again. I didn’t want my mouth to leave her.
My hands roamed freely over her body this time, not just over the top of her clothes, but skirting around the edges. I tucked my fingers inside her neckline, under her sleeves, eventually pulling her top up and over her head.
Her soft skin felt smooth and delicate under my touch.
She ran her hands over my body, the light touch sending electrical sparks scooting across my skin.
I unhooked her bra and eased her back so that she lay down in the middle of my bed. I kissed her neck while stroking her arms. She writhed under my touch.
We threaded our fingers together, and I pinned her hands on either side of her. She moaned and whimpered as I kissed, crossing her clavicle down to her soft breasts.
I licked around the curving mounds, one and then the other. Finally, I moved to a nipple, which I teased with my tongue and gently nibbled with my teeth.
She squirmed and moaned a little louder and harder indicating that she enjoyed every moment of my ministrations.
“Ben,” she moaned. “Oh, Ben.”
A new music for my ears. Each sound. Each movement. They urged me on. I wanted to both be in her already and to take my time.
My cock was uncomfortably hard in my pants, but I had other stuff to focus on.
To make our first time together special.
I wanted her to always remember it and want to come back to me for more.
In the back of my mind, I also wondered how much experience she’d had. I recall her mom suggesting Sophie had no experience at all. It hadn’t been confirmed or denied, but Sophie never spoke about any guys in her past.
It was just possible Sophie was a virgin.
All the more pressure on
me to make sure this was excellent for her. Not that I needed to fuck her to make her feel good. I had other skills that would definitely get her coming over and over with my name on her lips.
I thought we shouldn’t go all the way only a short while after our first kiss. Not without discussing what it meant. I didn’t want her to regret having sex with me just because we were both swept away with lust.
I knew I wanted more than just sex with her, I wanted a relationship.
If we were going to have sex, I wanted it to be a decision she’d thought about.
I let go of her hands and moved my hands down over her stomach and across her hips.
She squirmed and giggled.
“I found somewhere ticklish?” I asked.
“Just a little,” she replied.
I tucked my hands into the top of her skirt.
“Hold on; there’s a zipper.” Twisting the skirt about her waist, she hurried to undo it.
With the skirt undone I tugged it down and then reached for her panties to follow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SOPHIE
When he pulled my panties down, I felt a little embarrassed. If he noticed, what would he think about them being sopping wet? He must’ve noticed; he politely didn’t comment.
Naked, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. That was me lying on my stepbrother’s bed.
I’ve never been naked like this, in front of a man, and so desperate for him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me where I’d only ever touched myself.
Ben was still fully clothed except for his footwear and I was lying naked on his bed. It was like a scene from one of my hottest and most secret fantasies. The one that involved the dominant muscular warrior taking the virgin slave girl when his gang of outlaws raided the medieval village. We all had fantasies like that, didn’t we? Yet, I felt too shy to ask him to do certain things. Under these circumstances, I know it sounded crazy, but I was shy. My excuse was that it was my first time.
I’d never felt so aroused. The lead up to this situation seemed to have lasted forever. An hour or two at least if it started in the nightclub. Or the days and weeks that I’d lived here. Everyday Ben walked with me to school and most days he walked me home. In retrospect, it all seemed like flirting.
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