HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance (17 page)

Austin gets between my legs, sucks on his thumb and
presses it over my clit.
 
With so much
attention being lavished on me, I know it isn’t going to take long for me to
come.
 
The thing is, I want to see and
feel them come too.
 
“I’m close,” Jason
says again and I can feel the swell of his cock as it gets ready to release.
 

“Come on, dirty girl,” Austin says, rubbing
harder.
 
“You gonna let me see that
pretty pussy squirt again?”

I moan because it turns me on so much to hear him
sex-talk.
 
Jason speeds up, chasing
towards his orgasm and the extra deep pounding sets me off.
 
I make a noise that doesn’t even sound human,
throwing my head back as I clench so tightly that Jason cries out.

“That’s it,” Austin says with a satisfied grin on his
face.
 
He’s had no stimulation from me at
all yet and he still looks like the cat that got the cream.
 
I guess he did in a way.
 
When I look down at his hand that is still
caressing my clit, it’s covered in clear fluid that must be mine.

Jason moves behind me, helping me to kneel so he can
withdraw his cock.
 
He strokes the swell
of my hips and over the cheeks of my ass with hands that are slick with our
sweat.
 
Our combined breathing is so loud
I want to laugh.
 
Then Jason does,
swatting me affectionately on my butt.

“Fuck me,” he says.
 
“I think I just broke my brain.”

“Me too.”
 
I’m
on all fours, still trying to recover when Austin sheathes his cock and uses
the lubrication on his hand to make the condom nice and wet.
 
He’s behind me before I know what’s
happening, gripping my hips and pushing his way inside me.
 
I’m so swollen that it takes him a while to
get all the way in, but when he does it’s bliss.
 

He takes hold of my hair and tugs, forcing me to arch
my back and raise my head, using it as leverage to increase the impact of his
thrusts.
 
I love the control, the
domination, the sheer fucking size of him.
 
His thighs hit the back of mine making such a loud slapping sound that
it seems to echo.

“That’s it, baby,” he says.
 

I look to the side and see Jason, lying on this back,
watching everything.
 
His cock is already
half hard again, lolling against his big thigh like a baton.
 

Bryan is still stroking himself, his eyes hooded and
dark.
 
From his earlier question, I’m
guessing this is his first group sex experience.
 
He seems to be enjoying himself.
 
From the bottom of my heart I hope he is.

Austin doesn’t let up.
 
I feel sweat dripping off him onto the small of my back and our legs
become slippery.
 
He lets go of my hair
and I flop forward onto my forearms, raising my ass in the air.

“That’s it,” he says.
 
“Fuck.”

He must love the new angle because he speeds up until
I feel myself getting shunted forward.
 
“Oh, oh, oh,” I say, punctuating every pump of his cock with a
gasp.
 
It feels so good and dirty,
getting pounded so hard while I’m being watched.
 
And knowing that Bryan hasn’t come yet makes
it even hotter.
 
When Austin comes I know
I’m going to get more.
 
No waiting for
anyone to get hard again. With three men, there’s always someone ready.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” Austin says, curling over
me and putting an arm around my middle.
 
He’s hot and strong and I feel totally surrounded in the best possible
way.

“Don’t let her come,” Bryan says.
 

I feel Austin pause for a beat, then he pumps himself
a few more times and pulls out.
 
I hear
the condom being stripped away and turn around so I can see what he’s
doing.
 
And what a sight he is.
 

Gorgeous Austin, huge cock in hand, eyes half-crazy
with lust.
 
Then he looks me dead in the
eye and comes all over my belly, easing his hand up and down until he’s
done.
 
He laughs when it’s over, looking
totally wrecked with exertion.
 
I laugh
too, because damn!

“You got plans for our girl?” Austin asks Bryan.

“Oh yeah,” he says.

Austin slips off the end of the bed to grab a towel
from the bathroom.
 
He cleans me up while
Bryan waits, his eyes on me like an animal sizing up its next meal.
 
I’m feeling a little sore now. My hips have
an ache in them, and between my legs I know I’m probably red.
 
They’re so big that even though I’m turned on
and wet, the sensitive skin there is taking a battering.
 
Bryan climbs up onto the bed and parts my
legs, looking down at my pussy.
 
He frowns
slightly and then gazes up at me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
 
I push myself so I’m sitting up, close enough
to touch his face.

“I know, baby.
 
I want you, okay?
 
This is
important to me…that we’re all together now.”

Bryan leans down and kisses my lips softly, then he
lays me back, rising up over me and positioning his cock at my entrance.
 
He moves so slowly, nudging the wide head
against my ravaged lips.
 
I’m wet,
though, so it doesn’t take too long for him to push inside.
 
He doesn’t hurry; just keeps rolling his hips
gently, taking each new centimeter with unhurried precision.

“You feel so good,” he says, bending down to kiss me.

Austin takes hold of one of my hands and Jason the
other.

As Bryan makes love to me, they caress me; a reminder
that this isn’t just about the two of us.
 
It’s about the four of us, now.
 
Every
thrust feels more intense, every touch a sharp reminder of this connection we
are building.

I look into Bryan’s eyes and see a look of total
wonder.
 
It’s as though he’s shed all the
concerns he had about us being together.
 
There’s a lightness in his eyes that fills me with joy.

“I love you,” he says, kissing my mouth gently.
 
I feel his words run through my veins,
spreading warmth and pleasure like I’ve never experienced.
 

When Bryan comes I come too, crying out a garbled mix
of all their names, wanting them to know that in my moment of greatest
pleasure, that all three of them are there with me.

We don’t talk much afterwards.
 
The boys fall asleep in record time, lying
around me like a triangle of protection.
 
It doesn’t take long for me to join them, knowing that whatever happens
tomorrow, that I’ll be in their care.
 

EPILOGUE

Three years
later.

I don’t know that I’ll ever truly get used to winters
in New York.
 
I used to think that being
cold involved slipping on a sweater or a light jacket.
 
It’s December and I’m bundling myself up in a
padded coat, scarf and knit hat.
 
I call
out to my colleague Alistair that I’m leaving.
 
The office is quiet because it’s an hour after I should have gone
home.
 
I don’t care about working
overtime though because my job at SuperStar Comics is the coolest.

Outside the street is dark and I look quickly from
side to side.
 
He’s there, waiting by a
lamp post, hands pushed deep inside his pockets, mouth and chin buried in the
tartan scarf I bought him our first winter in the city.
 
His breath creates beautiful plumes of smoke,
tinged yellow from the light above.
 
Even
after all this time I still get butterflies in my stomach just from looking at
him.

He must hear my footsteps because he turns, and when
he sees it’s me, his cheeks rise and his eyes crinkle into a smile.

“Katy,” Bryan says, striding towards me and cupping my
cheek.
 
“Good day?”

“Yeah,” I say.
 
“I finished the layouts for this month’s edition.

“You happy with them?”

“They look great.”

He beams and I can see the pride in his eyes.
 
He takes my hand and we start down the street
towards Murphey’s.
 
“You excited?” I ask
him.

“Of course I am,” he says.
 
“I feel like I haven’t seen everyone in
forever.”

“It’s only been five months,” I remind him.
 
We went home for a short vacation in the
summer.

“It feels like five years.”

I know that Bryan misses home more than I do.
 
Even though he has family in New York it’s
still hard for him to have left all his plans behind.
 
There are no regrets. I know that, but I
think he was always more of a home body than me.

“How was your day?”

“Good,” he says, squeezing my hand.
 
When he started his internship at Boyd and
Boyd, it had been a hard slog.
 
Corporations want something for nothing.
 
They expect you to feel grateful for having a job, even a poorly paid
one.
 
It didn’t take long for him to get
promoted though. I’m so happy that it worked out for him.
 
Leaving his father and the business behind
was probably the most difficult thing he has ever had to do, but it was the
right decision.
 
He’d been living in his
dad’s controlling shadow for too long.
 
Breaking free to find his own path has made him stronger.
 
Crazily, even Doug seems proud of his son’s
achievements.
 
He might not like what
happened, but he respects it.

Murphey’s is lit up like a Christmas tree, with
multicolored lights around the sign and door.
 
My heart skips because I know who’s inside and I’m so damn excited to
see them.

Bryan opens the door and ushers me through.
 
I look from left to right and catch sight of
Carrie’s smiling face immediately.
 
She
stands and I make my way through the crowd until I’m in front of her and
hugging her tightly.
 
“You’re a sight for
sore eyes,” I say.
 
She looks so
beautiful and vibrant.
 
It’s been three
years since she had the twins and went through the most harrowing near death
experience.
 
I hate that every time I see
her I’m reminded of the fact that I almost lost her.
 
I guess maybe she feels the same way about
me.
 
Maybe that’s why our hugs are now
tight enough to hurt.
 
She’s flanked by
Ethan and Nathan who wait patiently to greet me and Bryan.
 
There are kisses and manly hugs and then we
all stand smiling at each other.
 
Their
arrival in New York is the best possible Christmas present I could ask for.

“Anyone else here yet?” Bryan asks.

“Nah…we’re the first.”

Just at that moment I hear a familiar voice shouting
over the crowd.
 
“Bryan, you fucker,”
Harrison yells.
 
His eyes are bright and
he’s dragging Jenna behind him.
 
She’s
got a cute new bob haircut and the ever present grin on her face that she’s
been sporting since she got together with her stepbrother.
 

There are whoops and cheers as everyone hugs.
 
A bottle of beer is knocked over but nobody
cares.
 
Seeing old friends is like
slipping on your favorite pair of shoes.
 
You know, the ones that are a little bit worn out but are so comfortable
that it’s like wearing slippers.
 

The girls slide into the booth Carrie had snagged
while the men head to the bar to buy more drinks.
 
For a moment I get a flashback to any number
of nights at the Red Devil where we’d meet to sip sickly cocktails and watch
the boys go by.

“Shame they don’t serve Red Devils here,” I grin.

“Probably a good thing,” Carrie laughs.
 
“Those drinks have gotten us all into a whole
heap of trouble.”

“True,” Jenna nods.

“I can’t believe you guys are here,” I say, taking
hold of their hands across the table and squeezing.

“I know.”
 
Jenna
glances across to where Harrison is standing.
 
“It was touch and go as to whether Harri was going to be able to get
time off, but he managed it.”

“Work still tough?” I ask, feeling bad for her.

“Yeah.
 
He puts
in so many hours.”

“But you guys are good?”

“Yeah,” she says softly.
 
“So good.
 
Always.”

I smile because she still looks so in love, even
though things haven’t been easy.
 

“And you?” Jenna asks.
 
Carrie grins expectantly.
 
We
couldn’t wait to catch up with each other and spoke on the phone for an hour at
the beginning of the week.

“So good,” I say and glance over at Bryan.
 
He’s deep in conversation with Ethan, then
they both burst out laughing.
 

“Life’s sweet, huh?”
 
Carrie puts her hand over her belly when she says it.
 
If it was anyone else I’d wonder if she might
be pregnant, but after what she went through, Ethan and Nathan insisted on
getting sterilized.
 
There was no way
they were going to risk losing her again.
 
I guess her unconscious action is her way of remembering to be grateful
for every day that she’s gifted.

“Life is sweet,” I say.
 
It’s three and a half years since Austin
found the lump in my breast and made me take it seriously. It’s been three and
a half years since Dr. Abbott delivered the news that I’d known deep down was
inevitable.
 
The lump was malignant.
 
I was going to have to fight for my life.

And I did.
 

It was because of my family history that Dr. Abbott
recommended radical surgery.
 
I had a
double mastectomy with reconstruction two weeks after diagnosis.
 
Bryan and the twins were by my side the whole
time, through the good days and the bad.

I glance up at the doorway just at the right moment to
see Jason and Austin coming into the bar.
 
Jason immediately unwraps his scarf and Austin pulls off the black
woolen hat I bought him last week.
 
Their
hair is messy and their cheeks reddened from the cold.
 
They look absolutely perfect.
 
There are more shouts as the men greet each
other.
 
All the back slapping and
testosterone makes me roll my eyes.
 
It’s
going to be a struggle to get a word in edgeways when they finally get their asses
over here to the booth.

That’s fine with me, though.
 
I find now that the things that used to bug
me in the past are just not that important.
 
Every day that I’m in remission is another day to be thankful for.
 
Every day I get to live with my boys is another
day to weep with gratitude about.
 
Seriously.
 
Could I be any luckier?

It hasn’t been an easy journey for any of us.
 
My mom and Doug were really against our
budding relationship but the fact that I was dealing with so much and needed
the support meant they had to get over it pretty quickly.
 
The twins could only stay in town for a few
weeks, then they had to get back to the city.
 
It was strange for a while, for it to be just me and Bryan.
 
I guess the fact that I was sick meant that
everyone had to be a whole lot more patient and understanding than under normal
circumstances.
 

We almost melted our cell phones keeping in touch with
Austin and Jason through messages and skype, and I really hope that no one at
skype intercepts video conversations, because I think our frantic group skype
sex sessions might have blown their minds!
 
It took another year for us to all be in a place where we could be
together and it was worth the wait.

“I can’t believe you are hosting us all this weekend,”
Jenna says.

“What’s the point of coming all this way and then
staying in a hotel?
 
Blowing up all the
air beds is half the fun.”

She wrinkles her nose.
 
“I hope you left the men to do that job.”

“Hell to the yeah,” I laugh.
 
“What’s the point of having three boyfriends
if you’re going to have to blow up your own air beds?”

Carrie giggles.
 
“Look at them all.”

We all turn and stare as our men make their way over
to the booth with three trays of drinks.
 
I can see women’s heads turning as they pass.
 
The six of them are a veritable feast of
sexiness.

I get up so Ethan and Nathan can slip into the booth
next to Carrie.
 
Harrison slides in on
the other side and gives Jenna a kiss.
 
Austin
grabs my hand for his customary burst of chivalry.
 
It gets me wet every time.
 
I stand on my tip toes to give him a kiss on
the lips, then do the same to Jason.
 
I
know we’re probably being watched but if there’s one thing I’ve learned not to
care about, it’s the judgements of others. You’d think after so many months of
the most amazing sex that I might be a little over the honeymoon period.
 
Sometimes I think it’s a miracle that I
haven’t had an aneurism from all the pleasure.
 
I can never get enough of them.

As everyone chats, I sit back in the booth, sipping my
drink and enjoying the company of my friends.
 
Even though life can be harsh and the world can be a tough place, I
couldn’t be happier.
 
Would I be this
happy if I hadn’t gone through those dark days?
 
Probably not.
 
Facing the
possibility of dying has brought me a whole new perspective.
 
Life’s too short to make the safe and
sensible decisions.
 
It’s too short to
worry about what might go wrong if you dare to dream.
 
Every mistake we make teaches us a little
more about how to live our lives better in the future.
 
I’ve learned to trust myself and to value
myself and what I think, above the opinions of others.
 

I remember on that first night that I met the twins – the
night that changed my life forever – that Jason told me ‘three’s a charm.’ I
would never have believed that I could be so happy in a polygamous
relationship, but I am.
 
Hugely!

They say three is the magic number.
 

When it comes to lovers, I know that for absolute
sure!
 

Three’s a charm, baby.
 

And what can I tell you?
 
If you get a chance to live out your
fantasies like I did, take it!
 
Seize it
by the balls and ride the hell out of it, because you never know what’s around the
corner, and you’re only young once!

We all have a Wonder Woman inside us, and whatever the
universe has in store for us, making brave decisions to follow our dreams is
what matters the most.

And as my idol would say, “the adventure continues.”