We sneaked out without anyone, not even my mom, noticing, and Nathan led the way to his place.
The ride over, where I was alone in my car, was probably the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I buzzed with the anticipation of what it might be like to have three sets of hands ravishing my body.
Would I be able to handle it? Would I be able to please them all?
I hadn’t done too badly on the little island, but that was just an appetizer.
Was this just a one-time thing? Would we call it quits because it was too weird for three stepbrothers to fuck their stepsister?
I had no idea. It was uncharted territory for me, and I guessed for them, too. I didn’t even have anyone to ask. I mean, if I told any of my friends this, they’d surely blab it all over the place. That’s the problem with a really juicy secret. People just couldn’t keep it to themselves, no matter how well-intended they were.
But all those worries vanished when we arrived at Nathan’s. Julian and Reece were already there, grinning from ear to ear, standing in the doorway with beers for us all.
“Wow. They really make themselves at home in your house, don’t they?” I said to Nathan, who took my hand as we walked to the front door from his huge driveway.
He held my hand. And it was amazing.
God, what I would have given to get him to hold my hand when we were teenagers.
The house was sprawling and modern and incredible. I’d never seen anything like it, with all the overhanging eaves and giant walls of glass. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nathan was a hard worker. All the brothers were. They were destined for success. Always had been.
Yes, the universe had been in a good mood when it created those guys.
“Hey there,” Reece said. “I should have asked before giving you this. You do like beer, don’t you?”
I took a sip of a delicious lager. “I love it. Thank you.”
I looked around Nathan’s place. “You guys hang out here a lot?” I asked, hoping I was hiding my nervousness while I plopped down into a cushy, overstuffed sofa.
Julian sat back in a crackly leather reading chair, crossing one leg over his knee. “We do. This is sort of our clubhouse. Reece and I have our own places, but this is more… well, everything. As you can see.”
Nathan grabbed the seat next to me and put a hand on my knee. “I’ve got a pool and hot tub out back, and even a little screening room in the basement.”
I play-swatted him. “Look at you. You’ve done so well.”
I meant it. I’d always thought my stepbrothers were graced by some unfair god who’d completely overlooked me, but this was an entirely different level of amazingness.
Reece’s voice came from behind me. “And, look at you, beautiful girl.” His fingers raked my hair, and I dropped my head onto the back of the sofa, paralyzed by the sensation.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed.
“That’s the idea,” Julian said next to my ear, having sneaked over from his chair.
Reece reached from behind the sofa where he stood, his hands wandering from my hair down the front of my shirt, where he kneaded my breasts through the fabric. “Look at these titties,” he said. “They were nice when we were in high school, but they are magnificent now.”
I leaned forward when he started to lift my shirt to help him take it off, but when I reached to unhook the back of my bra, he stopped me.
“No. Keep it on.”
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