HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance
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Authors: Stephanie Brother
Huge X3
Three brothers, one very lucky girl
By Stephanie Brother
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Imagine getting a chance to
live out your filthiest fantasies.
Would you take it?
I dream about twins; four
hands, two mouths and two other things HUGE enough to blow my mind. So when a
set of deliciously sexy identical brothers suddenly appear in my small town
nightclub, I don’t know what to do.
Should I take the gift that
fate is offering?
They look like Bryan; the man
I’ve been secretly in love with for years. Maybe that's why I end up
blindfolded in their pool house, discovering reality is a whole lot more
stimulating than fantasy.
It's only later, when I'm
doing the walk of shame, I realize that the likeness wasn't just coincidence.
Bryan is their half-brother!
And suddenly I'm in triple
trouble.
This is the story of three
HUGE men and one very lucky girl. Happy ever after guaranteed! Well, there are
three of them! What could possibly go wrong?
1
My name is Katelin and I have a secret.
It’s something that no one knows about
me.
Something that no one will ever find
out.
Well, only if they manage to crack
the super difficult password for my Kindle and peruse my reading material.
Even the thought of that sends a shiver of
mortification down my spine.
I know that you know exactly what I mean.
There are so many amazing sexy romance novels
out there, packed with dreamy book-boyfriends that never do annoying things
like drone on about sport or forget your birthday.
I can get lost for hours with an alpha or a
bad boy, a charmer or a rogue and I do, regularly.
Maybe too regularly.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been single for a while
and haven’t even really been bothered about it.
Well, not really.
My latest book downloads have all had an extra
twist.
I feel weird admitting to reading
more ménage romances since my best friend Carrie hooked up with her hotter than
fire twin stepbrothers.
I mean, I always
thought they were cute, and well, the rumors about their dimensions and
proclivities didn’t pass me by, but actually contemplating a relationship
involving more than one man was out of my realm of thinking until a couple of
years ago.
Now, I can’t seem to get it
out of my head.
Twins, brothers,
friends.
It doesn’t really matter as
long as they know how to treat their woman.
And I’m not talking bunches of flowers on Valentine’s Day. I’m talking
hot and dirty sex and more orgasms than you can shake a stick at.
The trouble is that, while Carrie seems to have hit
the jackpot, the opportunities for multiple-love style relationships are not
exactly presenting themselves.
In fact,
I’ve been struggling to find even one dude that can get my motor running.
The pickings are slim in my town and getting
slimmer with every year that passes.
The
good ones have been snapped up or have left for jobs in faraway cities.
So when Abigail asks me if I want to join her
for a night out, it’s not really surprising that I’m not jumping at the
chance.
Abigail can be very persuasive, though.
So, here I am with an old song buzzing around in my
head.
It’s by Cyndi Lauper, I
think.
I’m curling my hair and half
singing ‘girls just wanna have fun, oh girls just wanna have fun’, over and
over.
It’s true.
We do.
Fun, fun, fun.
If only it was
that easy to find.
The half singing is my way of psyching myself up for
the night out that I really don’t want to be going on.
It’s not that I’m a party pooper or
anything.
Ask my friend Carrie.
I’m usually the first one on the dance floor
and always the one who has to get dragged home, protesting loudly, at the end
of the night.
The thing is, it’s been kind of different lately.
Too many of my BFF’s have partnered up.
First Jenna with her stepbrother Harrison,
then Carrie with her stepbrothers Ethan and Nathan.
Maybe that’s my problem.
I don’t have a stepbrother to seduce me.
I need to get me a stepbrother!
Now, every time I go out, I feel like there’s
something missing.
I feel like I’m
supposed to be somewhere else, doing something more grown up, or at least
something involving way more sex.
And
not the passive ‘book reading’ kind.
I
want the swinging from the chandeliers, screaming with pleasure kind.
I feel like I’m getting left behind.
So here I am, putting on my game face, stroking on my
reddest lipstick and fluffing my blonde curls so I can head down to the Red
Devil for another night of pretending I’m having a good time and wondering
whether there might just be a man out there who’s brave enough to pursue me.
As I pull on my cute leather jacket, and part the
drapes to see if Abigail’s outside, I wonder if Bryan will be there.
We’ve had this strange thing going on for a couple of years
that’s kind of become a running joke between all our friends.
I could have sworn he was interested in
me.
Carrie had the inside information
from Eth and Nath that he was, but nothing ever happened.
To be honest, I’m not one for chasing
men.
I like to know that they are
invested enough to make the effort.
I
don’t like to make myself easy to get.
So I waited to see if he would make a move, and when he didn’t, I just assumed
he wanted to be friends, or that maybe he had someone else on the down-low.
The thing is, having a secret girlfriend for
a few months is one thing, but it’s been years.
I guess I’ve mostly given up on him, but my heart doesn’t seem to have
been sent the memo by my brain.
Rationally I know there’s no point in pining after him but I think the
small feeling that was originally just a silly crush has morphed into something
way more serious.
Something that hurts
when I think about it too much.
I may not know a lot about love, but I know it’s not
supposed to do that.
Abigail presses the horn outside and I call to mom
that I’m on my way out.
She’s glued to
the phone as usual, and the way she’s smiling leads me to think that she’s
chatting to a boyfriend.
I love my mom,
but I draw the line at gossiping with her about her personal life.
I think she’s been with the same guy for a
while, but we made a rule that she’d keep things separate from her home life
until it was something important to her, and by important I mean marriage.
I guess the fact that I’ve never met the current
man in her life means that he hasn’t graduated to ‘important’ yet.
Abi has an amazing car; a Mercedes convertible that
was a twenty-first birthday gift from her Godfather.
We drive to the venue, chatting away as
usual.
My mind is somewhere else, and
maybe she can tell because she puts on some music to keep the mood light.
All the way I feel a strange sense of
anticipation that I can’t really explain.
Then a song comes on the radio that reminds me of Auntie Marie.
It’s an old song that I think is from the
70s.
She used to sing it all the time
when she’d babysit for me.
When I
finally got around to asking her what the words meant, she told me that it was
about opening your eyes to see what life has to offer.
She never explained why she liked it so much so
I’ll never know, but I wonder if it was because of how her mom passed away when
she was a teenager.
It’s not the best
song for me to hear when I’m already struggling to get in the mood, but as we
pull up outside the club I rub the frown from my forehead and force a
smile.
If I’m going in there, it’s going
to be with my game face on.
The doorman is friendly when we arrive, letting us in
with a wink and a smile.
We’re such
regulars he must secretly be sick of the sight of us.
The music is pounding as usual and I feel the
familiar urge to dance, as though the beat seeps into my bones and becomes a
part of me.
Light’s flash above the
crowd and I scan for familiar faces.
There’s no one on the dance floor but on the edge, at our usual tables, I
think I see Bryan.
My heart skips a
little as it always does, then I curse myself for still feeling that frisson of
attraction when he’s so obviously not interested in me.
It takes a couple of seconds for me to realize
the dude I’m looking at isn’t him.
He
just really looks like him.
“Shall we get some drinks, or you wanna dance first?”
Abigail shouts over the music.
“Drinks,” I say because I definitely need something to
pick me up.
I order us Red Devil cocktails, and two shots of
tequila each.
Abigail knocks her shots
back first and then guzzles the cocktail.
I drink the other way around, savoring the sweetness of fruit before
swallowing the bitter liquor.
Maybe it says
something about me, that I always choose the easy path first and swallow the
bitter pill last.
“Did you chat
to Carrie?” Abigail asks.
“Yeah.
She’s
getting tired now. She said something about swollen ankles and feeling exhausted
all the time.”
Abi raises her eyebrows.
“I think that’s probably less to do with the
pregnancy and more to do with the twins.”
We laugh, because damn!
The thought of my sweet friend Carrie keeping
those two huge men happy is sometimes too much for me to take on board.
She does it with a big smile on her face,
though. I mean, who wouldn’t.
I swivel on my stool and gaze out across the club
again, eyes seeking out Bryan even if I don’t want to admit it myself.
Instead, I catch eyes with the guy who looks
so much like Bryan I do a double take.
He’s smiling at me, across the dance floor, like a Cheshire cat.
I can see he has dimples from this distance
and they do something so powerful to my insides that I think my ovaries have combusted.
“Check out Bryan, looking at you like he wants to eat
you all up.”
Abigail laughs.
“That isn’t Bryan,” I say and Abigail does an identical
double take.
“And anyway, if he wanted
to eat me, he’s going about it all the wrong way.”
“Oh my god, is that Bryan’s secret twin?” she gasps.
“I have no idea!
It sure looks like him.”
Abigail stares some more and the dude waves us over,
obviously mistaking our confused staring for flirting.
“Shall we go over?” she asks, looking very excited at
the prospect.
“We could.”
“We should.”
She giggles.
“Anyway, I swear
Bryan is just shy.”
“Shy?
Am I so
scary?”
She pauses for a moment, as though she has something
difficult to say and she’s trying to come up with the best way of phrasing
it.
“Not scary, but maybe a little
intimidating.”
I shrug.
She’s
probably right, but I’m not gonna change myself to get a man.
My mom did that and it didn’t work out so
well for her in the long run.
“If you
can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”
“True, true.
I
think you’d burn him alive after all this time!”
“I don’t know about that.
I’m over the whole thing.
Even if he was interested, he’d have a lot of
making up to do for all the years of jerking my chain.”
“Damn right.”
We smile at each other because there really is nothing
better than having girlfriends who have your back no matter what.
Even if you are blatantly lying to
yourself!
“Come on then.
If Bryan isn’t interested, maybe I can snag
myself a dude who is.”
I try to sound
enthusiastic, and I guess I am in a way.
I don’t want to be the girl who spends all her time pining for a man
whose attention is elsewhere, but I do like talking to Bryan. I like the way he
puts his arm around me sometimes and I catch his scent. I like the way that he
laughs at my jokes and his eyes sparkle.
I like the way he always seems to remember what I tell him.
“I wonder who he is,” Abi says, sliding off her stool
and adjusting her short pink mini-dress.
She’s gone all out tonight.
Even
her lipstick and nails are coordinated.
“I have no idea but I guess we’re about to find out.”
I follow Abi around the edge of the dance floor,
scanning the crowd for familiar faces.
By the time we get to where Bryan’s doppelganger is sitting, I’ve waved
to a few old acquaintances.
The Red
Devil will always feel like a second home.
“Hey, girls,” he says, getting to his feet.
He’s tall.
At least 6’ 2” and seriously gorgeous. I think I drool a little.
“You know, you seriously look like someone we know,”
Abigail says, looking up at the slice of heaven standing in front of us.