“Fuck,” Sloane groans as his cock gives its final spasm, the last drops of cum dripping down from its tip and into my hand. I let go of their cocks and stand up, a sly look of mischief on my face.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” I whisper, grabbing my breasts and smearing their cum all over my naked chest.
“Mess? I think you look just perfect,” Drake whispers right back at me. His hands dart to the nape of my neck and he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth on mine and slipping his tongue past my lips. I close my eyes as our tongues dance over a white blanket of cum, gooey strands glistening on our lips.
Grabbing me by the hair, Drake pulls back and looking at me, he holds my head as Sloane leans in. I kiss my stepbrother as Drake holds me, both their seed blending inside my mouth as exhaustion finally starts taking over me.
“See? We’re a family, we can share,” I say with a laugh, throwing myself on top of the bed and staring at the ceiling with a delighted smile.
“I guess you’re right,” Sloane agrees, lying down by my side. Drake occupies the other side of the mattress and we just lie there in silence, the minutes passing by us as we enjoy each other’s company.
For the first time ever, I actually feel like we’re family.
A very wicked family, but a family nonetheless.
Sloane
Two fucking days.
That's how long it's been and I feel like I've been in some sort of alternate fucking universe. Ever since what happened with Drake and Natalie went down, it's made me question so many of the things that I used to hold close to me.
I'm sitting in my office right now, staring out the window.
I haven't been so quiet and pensive in a long, long time.
I think the last time that I was like this was when ... when Mom died?
Jesus fucking Christ.
I need to get a fucking grip on this whole entire situation. I feel like I'm losing control.
One moment I'm arguing with Drake. The next moment I'm fucking the same girl as him?
One moment Natalie is with Drake. Then she's with me. Then she's with the both of us?
And what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I turned on thinking of sharing Natalie with my stepdad? What kind of fucked up family dynamic is this?
This takes modern family to a whole new fucking level. Literally.
But that's not the worst of it.
Not by a long shot.
See, almost every sizzling sinful moment of what happened between the three of us gets me hard. But what's starting to get my cock twitching uncontrollably is far, far worse.
But it's so fucking hot it makes me not care where the fuck I am. To just whip out my dick and start jerking it till I cum is all I want to do when I think about it.
What is it?
The thought of not just having Natalie, but having Drake as well.
That's right.
I want to fuck my stepsister. And my stepdad. At the same fucking time.
It's sick.
It's fucking wrong.
It's forbidden on so many levels.
This is the kind of shit the Romans used to do. That had priests and scholars fear that the sun was going to fall out of the sky.
It's like the demon of lust has nested in my soul. Corrupted me with wicked fucking thoughts.
Don't roll your eyes at me, okay? That's entirely what it feels like.
"I have Drake Carlton here to see you, Sloane," Cheryl's voice comes out across the intercom.
What the fuck? Speak of the fucking devil.
"Excuse me?" I answer back, my voice barely a croak.
I can hear her pick up the phone at her desk as well.
"Drake is waiting at reception. I just got the call," she says to me over the phone. "What should I do?"
I pause for a long moment.
Two weeks ago, I would've told Cheryl to send him the fuck back. I would have nothing to fucking say to that man.
But that was then.
Things are a lot different now.
"Send him in," I say into the intercom and then hang up.
What could Drake want? It must be something important. Important enough for him to come up to Midtown all the way from Wall Street.
The door to my office opens and Drake Carlton walks in.
He looks at me, as if he's walking into the lair of an enemy.
But that look fades just as quickly as I see it. And come on, I think I need to cut him some slack on that one. What happened between us two days ago has probably changed things for him too.
"I've never seen your new office," Drake says, by way of greeting. "The view is definitely nicer than what I have downtown," he finishes.
Drake walks to the window and looks out.
I know he didn't come here to look at the view, but I'm also not a fucking caveman, okay? I have some tact.
No, instead of saying anything as fucking trite as 'Well, you came all this way for the view' or some bullshit like that, I stay silent.
Instead, as a sign of giving him a chance, I get up from my chair and walk around my desk.