Lust - A Stepbrother Romance (8 page)

Chapter 3

Travis grins as
Liam whispers something in his ear. He grins as his brother pulls away from him
and lets out a small laugh. “I like the way you think, bro.”

I look back and
forth between the two of them. It amazed everyone that I was able to keep the
three of them apart but I had been ever since the day I met them. It really
wasn’t as hard as everyone seemed to think. They might all look alike on the
surface but they all carried themselves in completely different ways. Different
styles, different levels of confidence, and completely different personalities.

Travis takes a
step toward me and yanks at the bottom of my sweater. “Come here.”

“What are you
doing?” I ask, pulling away from him.

Liam smirks behind
him. “Relax,
Lyss
. It’s part of your punishment.”

I hesitate for a
second and then sigh, dropping my hands from the front of me in surrender.
There was something in their eyes that I hadn’t seen before, something that
made me start to feel excited inside for some reason. They practically screamed
of desire, like they had just come up with the best idea they had had in a
really long time. I knew them well enough to know the looks they were shooting
back and forth was a silent language they used to communicate.

Travis shoots Liam
one more look and then reaches his hands up slowly, unbuttoning the first
button on my sweater. My eyes grow wide as I look up at them. What were they
doing?

Travis grows more
confident at the shock that comes over my face and unsnaps a few more buttons,
causing the line of my cleavage to appear through the tight shirt I have on
underneath.

I see Liam lick
his lips in anticipation as he watches Travis closely. As if Travis knows what
Liam’s waiting for he rips the rest of my sweater over roughly, forcing all the
buttons to come undone in the process.

I gasp and cross
my hands over my chest. I was never the type of girl to go around wearing
revealing clothing or showing very much skin. It wasn’t my thing and the fact
that I was standing in front of my stepbrothers in a skimpy t-shirt right now
was totally embarrassing.

Travis pulls my
arms away from my chest. “No,
Lyss
, stop. Be a good
girl and take your punishment.”

I hear Liam smirk.
“She’s using her sweater to shield herself, take it off her!”

Travis obeys,
yanking it off me in one quick motion.

I shutter and put
my hands over my chest again. What was wrong with them? They had never acted
this way toward me before. They had never looked at me with this look in their
eyes before.

Travis reaches up
slowly and pulls my arms away from the front of me, placing them down at my
sides. Liam leans around him to get a better look and both of their eyes are on
my boobs that are poking out of the top of my little black t-shirt now.

“Wow.” Travis
says.

“They’re
beautiful,” Liam declares.

I feel a heat
creep into my cheeks. This was crazy. My stepbrothers were looking down my
shirt, making smart comments about my boobs. This was wrong, it shouldn’t be
happening.

So why did it feel
right then?

“They look so
perky, don’t they, bro?” Liam asks Travis, licking his lips again.

Before Travis has
a chance to answer, Tyler appears at the top of the stairs. “Hey, Mom’s getting
mad that you guys are taking forever.
Dinner’s getting
cold.”

I feel my whole
body flush and I shove my hands across my chest again.

The action snaps
Travis back to reality and he takes his eyes away from my line of boob cleavage
that he was just so consumed with a second earlier.

Liam frowns.
“Hey!”

Tyler takes a few
steps down the hall. “What’s going on?” He looks from his brothers to me with a
sense of confusion and concern in his eyes.

Liam laughs.
“Nothing. Alyssa is just becoming comfortable with her punishment.”

Tyler rolls his
eyes. “Are you guys playing that stupid game again?”

Travis still has
his eyes on me, he hasn’t broken the look that the two of us are sharing since
Tyler came into the picture. He reaches over slowly and pulls my arms away from
the front of my boobs again.

They stare at them
again, this time Tyler included.

The idea of the 3
of them staring at my body makes me feel hot all over. This was so confusing
and stupid. So what? I couldn’t wear my sweater to dinner? What a stupid
punishment.

“Not wearing my
sweater to dinner is my punishment?” I roll my eyes and force myself to stop
looking at my stepbrother’s drooling gazes. “No way I’m doing that.” I make a
grab for my sweater but Travis moves it out of my reach.

“You should have
thought about that before you broke the rules.” Travis sounds dominating and
determined but his eyes are still on other parts of my body and not my face.

Tyler laughs
uncomfortably. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t
uncomfortable with, Alyssa.” He’s trying to be the reasonable one, the
responsible one. But his eyes are on my chest the entire time, just like his
brothers.

Liam snickers and
takes a step toward us. “You’re both wrong because that’s not the end of her punishment.”

Liam and Travis
exchange another look.

Travis reaches one
hand behind my back and unsnaps my bra with experience through my t-shirt. My
boobs immediately slip out of the fabric of my bra a little bit.

I gasp again. This
time I don’t even make it all the way up to my chest before Travis yanks my
hands back down to my sides.

Liam laughs. “You
have to sit through dinner like that, Alyssa. With your bra undone and your
boobs ready to fall out of your shirt at any second.”

I look at Liam
stunned. I can’t believe what he’s saying. I glance at Travis but his eyes are
still on my boobs, like if he stares at them hard enough maybe the shirt will
give away and they will come tumbling out. I glance at Tyler, sure that he will
step in and say something about how crazy this all is. How there was no way in
hell he was going to let me do something like that. But he’s just staring at me
with wide eyes, his eyes traveling back and forth between my boobs and my face.
And I know in that moment that he’s just as turned on by this as his brothers
are.

“I can’t pull that
off! Your mom already thinks I’m weird! She picks up on if I act even a little
off in any situation at all!”

Travis shrugs “I
guess you should have thought about that before you broke the rules.”

And then my 3
triplet stepbrother’s are pushing me down the hall and toward the steps where
are dinning room and family dinner are waiting.

Chapter 4

“Are you sure
you’re alright, Alyssa?” My father asks from the other side of the table for
about the tenth time since I came down to dinner.

Of course I wasn’t
okay! I was trying to not make any sudden movements out of fear that my D cups
would burst out of my unhooked bra at any second. It might sound like it’s easy
to not move around that much but trust me it’s not. Especially when my
stepbrothers keep asking me to get up and fetch them things they just happen to
forgot that they needed. Tyler had even gotten in on it toward the end.

They sure were
enjoying this.

It was kind of
thrilling. Wondering if at any second the whole thing could fall apart and I
could make a fool out of myself in front of our parents. I could tell my
stepmom had been surprised about my choice of dinner attire. She had raised her
eyebrows at me when she saw me in my t-shirt, practically spilling her glass of
red wine all over the perfect white tablecloth that she had used on the table
that night.

“Yeah, I’m fine,
dad.” I answer the same way I’ve answered every other time he’s asked since I
sat down.

My dad shakes his
head and pops another piece of pasta into his mouth. “You seem kind of…
strange.”

Liam smirks and
throws his hand around my shoulder. “You do seem kind of off tonight, sis.
What’s wrong?” He rubs my shoulder and pats me a little the way a buddy would.
To our parents it looks like a friendly sign of reassurance but in the process
he
manage
to slip my bra strap off my shoulder and
down my arm.

Panic sets in. A
few more inches and my bra strap would be exposed.

Liam smiles in
satisfaction and squeezes my shoulder, knowing that he’s succeeded in his
mission. Travis is on the other side of me and he throws his hand on my back,
rubbing his fingers up and down the side of me. Again, it looks like a kind
gesture from a stepbrother. What our parents can’t see is that every time he
goes up my back he brushes his fingertips against the side of my boob, trying
to dig it further out of the cup of my already loose bra. Tyler watches from
the other side of the table, enjoying the show.

I shake both of
their hands off of me. “I’m fine, just thinking about school stuff, I guess.”

My stepmother nods
like that makes perfect sense because that’s probably the only thing I could
ever be acting weird about. If I think my life is boring, my stepmother thinks
that x 1000.

“Oh,” my dad says,
still chewing away. “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, honey, you always
do.”

“Yeah,” Liam says,
reaching out to rub the shoulder that’s closest to him like a good reassuring
brother would. In reality he’s just slipping the other side of my bra strap
down.

Holy crap, now
both of my bra straps were down and I was practically holding my boobs inside
of my shirt myself with the bottom of my arms. Liam grins as he looks down my
shirt. He’s proud of
himself,
proud that he’s slipped
the straps down off my shoulders and he knows that it’s taking all my
concentration to not let them spill out all over the place.

“Alyssa,” my
stepmother’s cold voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Can you clear your plate
and get started on the dishes? I’ll have the boys clear the rest.”

I glance around
the room in discomfort. How was I going to carry my dishes into the kitchen and
start to load the dishwasher when I barely had a bra on? I needed both of my
hands to hold my boobs up! Even if they didn’t end up falling out of my shirt
the way my stepbrothers hoped, it would still be pretty obvious I wasn’t
wearing a bra. That would be humiliating and a disaster. And knowing my
stepmother she would definitely make a comment on proper dress attire in a
blended family environment.

I get up from the
table slowly, careful to not make one wrong move. I’m not going to give myself
one chance to screw this up. I hold my plate and glass in front of my chest and
practically dodge into the kitchen once my back is turned on my family.

That whole meal
had been a close call!

I had no idea how
I managed to keep my composure through dinner, how I had managed to sit there
with my bra undone and my natural boobs practically hanging out! The second I
set my plate down on the counter I yank my bra straps back up and readjust my
boobs inside of the cups of my bra. I reach around my back and try to snap my
bra back together but it’s not an easy task.

I could take it
off and swing it around to the front of me to buckle it but I know better than
to try and pull that off in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk
in at any moment. I mean how would I explain that to my dad or stepmom?

I’m still
struggling to get the hooks to click into place when Travis comes into the
kitchen. He sets the pile of plates he has down on the counter and yanks my
hands down from the back of my bra.

“What do you think
you’re doing?” he demands.

“I’m putting my
bra back together!” I whisper, glancing out the door. “Dinner’s over.”

Travis shakes his
head. “No, no way. Not until after you’re done doing the dishes. I want to know
that you’re scrubbing the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher nervous
that at any moment your bra will slip off and you’ll be in trouble.” He winks
at me.

I scowl. “You’re
such a jerk, Travis.”

“You know it,” he
reaches over and grabs the straw that was in his cup of water at dinner. He
traps some of his left over water inside of it and lets it loose over the top
of my cleavage so little specks of water are dripping down my t-shirt and
inside of my bra.

I jump back. “What
are you doing!
”

“It’s part of your
punishment,
Lyss
.” He traps more water in the straw
and tosses more onto my chest.

“Oh, hell yeah,”
Liam’s voice comes from the other side of the kitchen. “Let me get in on this,”
he says, jolting across the kitchen in a few easy strides thanks to his long
toned legs. He grabs his own straw and traps some of his iced tea inside of it,
then
he shoots it down my shirt.

“Oh, yeah. Do more
iced tea, bro. Her tits are
gonna
get all sticky.”

Liam obeys and
sends a bunch more iced tea down the inside of my shirt and into my chest. They
both laugh and look at me like I’m the hottest thing on the planet.

“I’ll help you
with the dishes, honey.” My dad says loudly as he carries his plate into the
kitchen. Both of my stepbrother’s jump back from me but if my dad finds
anything strange about the set up he doesn’t show it. Instead, he starts
wrapping left over food up and searching for a place for it in the fridge.

I turn my back on
my stepbrothers and start to rinse off the dishes. Liam reaches around me and
sets his plate into the sink. “I’m going to sit right over there at the table
and watch you, just hoping that one of those big pink boobs pops out and I get
a peek.” He pinches me on the butt then walks over to table and sits down,
getting comfortable.

Before I even have
a chance to process what just happened Travis is putting his plate in the sink,
his hot breath on my neck. “I’m going to watch, too. And then I’ll probably
jerk off in my room later on while I think about it.” He glances behind him to
make sure my dad isn’t paying attention then reaches out and grabs my ass
really tight and rough. I practically jumped he grabbed me so hard.

He heads over to
where Liam’s sitting and I see them slap each other’s hands as a way of props.

What the fuck was
going on?