Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(28)

"Oh right," I said brightly, catching on. "I was going to show you the estate gardens, they're gorgeous this time of year."

"The gardens, that's right, the roses are in bloom," repeated Landon.  "I'd forgotten that Cole and I, we love horticulture," he confided with a  wink.

This was so unreal. Evidently my steps would do anything to get rid of a  girl the next morning, including pretending to be avid gardeners and  bookworms. I giggled. Maybe next time they should add poetry and opera  to the list.

But the girl finally got the point. Pouting, she swiveled on the seat  and said, "Ok I get it! You want me to scram. But I'm telling all my  girlfriends that the Kingsley twins are just one-night stands. You'll  never get anyone to sleep with you again!" she exclaimed shrilly.

Neither of my stepbrothers moved.

"Sure," said Landon in a slow voice. "Do that."

"Yeah," drawled Cole. "I look forward to it."

"Okay," finished Landon. "So are you leaving now?"

The blonde got up in a huff and flounced out of the kitchen, coming back  downstairs fully dressed in those ridiculous heels again.

"Don't bother to call!" she cried shrilly as the door slammed behind her.

"Well, we don't exactly have your number," remarked Cole dryly to her departing back.

I stood in the kitchen, trying to muffle my giggles again.

"Little sis, sorry you had to witness that," said Landon, "but you might as well get used to it."

I grinned and put my hands on my hips. "No worries, she thought I was  the help, so she deserved it. Anyone up for some pancakes?" I asked  brightly.





CHAPTER FIVE


Morgan




And so it went on like that for months. Landon and Cole brought girls  home all the time, and I mean, all the time. There was literally a train  of mini-skirts going up to their bedroom a couple nights a week, and  they rarely ever repeated. It was amazing how many women threw  themselves at the twins.

And it was pure torture for me. Each night, I listened through the  walls, hearing the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping, the groans and  high-pitched squeals of girls intermixed with my brothers' grunts. But I  tried to play it cool whenever I saw them because it'd be so  embarrassing if they knew the truth  …  that each time they fucked  someone, I fingered myself in bed, pretending it was me, pretending that  they were running their masterful hands over my body, touching me in my  intimate spaces and making me shiver with pleasure.

It was even more awkward given that we'd developed a healthy sibling  relationship. The guys were fond of me and would call me "Little Sis,"  giving me a noogie or joshing around. They were never embarrassed to  walk around in towels, I was family after all. But I noticed  –  who  wouldn't? Those rock hard bodies dripping with water were the stuff of  my masturbation fantasies almost every night.

And my parents  …  my mom was so clueless it was unbelievable. I think she  was actually happy there was someone at home with me, even if they were  two men she'd never met. I guess she felt so guilty for never being  there that someone was better than no one.

"How are things, Morgan?" she asked, her voice crackling over the phone.  At this point, I hadn't seen her in two months, she and Gerald were on  some kind of world tour to promote Pharma Tech's latest blockbuster  drug.

"Um, good I guess," I murmured. Cole and Landon were up to their  shenanigans again, fucking girls right and left, and I'd recently  started wearing headphones at night, hoping to muffle the sounds of  lust. No such luck though. I was about to try ear plugs next, anything  to keep from hearing the girls' ecstatic squeals.

"Everything going alright with you at school?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied vaguely. "I'm thinking about visiting some  colleges, maybe Rhode Island School of Design and Bowdoin, they have  great studio art programs," I mumbled.

"That's a wonderful idea," she chirped. "Maybe Cole and Landon can go  with you!" she said. "Let me ask your stepdad about some extra spending  money for you guys, maybe you could take a college tour up and down the  Eastern Seaboard. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Um, yeah, okay," I mumbled. My mom as trying to kill two birds with one  stone. Not only would I see all the schools, but she wouldn't have to  take me herself. But there was no way my brothers were going on college  visits. They were barely passable students with no interest in further  education after senior year. I knew because I helped them with homework  sometimes  –  it wasn't that they were dumb, they just didn't care.         

     



 

But when I mentioned my mom's idea about the college tour, both guys perked up.

"Why not?" growled Landon. "Maybe I want to visit some schools."

"Yeah why not?" agreed Cole. "It'll get us away from this shithole," he  said, laughing when I gasped. We lived in an exclusive gated community,  and I'd never refer to it in anything but respectful terms after living  in the projects.

"Sorry to offend you little sis, but there's a lot of shit going on here  that you have no idea," said Landon. "Besides, we never traveled  before," he added with a meaningful look at his brother. "Why don't we  accompany Morgan on her college tour?"

Cole hesitated for an instant, avoiding my eyes. But he slowly nodded, asking, "When do we leave?"





CHAPTER SIX


Morgan




Knowing that I was about to embark on a trip alone with two gorgeous  men, I bought some slinky lingerie for the first time in my life. The  lady at the store was nice, but clueless. "Is this for a special  someone?" she'd asked. "Fancy lingerie can really make a difference,"  she'd confided in a hushed voice.

"Um, yeah," I'd replied, flushing. Actually, it was for two special  someones, but there was no way I could say that. Trying on the assorted  bras and thongs, I could feel myself getting wet again, imagining Landon  and Cole peeling the lingerie off my body.

Because that's what I wanted. I wanted this college tour to be a tour of  my body, my first time meaningful and special  …  with my twin  stepbrothers as my guides.

I know it's wrong because we're related. But no one will ever know  right? We'll be passing through little podunk towns, places that don't  even show on the map, and hotel rooms are designed for discretion. Carpe  diem, seize the day, anyone?

So I've bought an armful of slutty lingerie, and I mean to use it to seduce  …  the two men of my life.



Continue to Part Two





CHAPTER SEVEN


Morgan




So my life is  …  unsupervised, I guess. I'd been alone at home, my mom  and stepdad traveling, when two gorgeous men moved in. They were my  stepbrothers, my stepdad's kids from a fling he had with a stripper  twenty years ago  …  and the most breathtaking men I'd ever met. Chiseled  bodies, penetrating blue eyes and knowing smiles were just the  beginning. There was a steady train of women going up to their bedroom,  their moans and pants leaving little to the imagination.

Unfortunately, they never showed any interest in me. I mean, I guess  it's "moral" not to put the moves on your stepsister, but I was getting  desperate. I've never done it with a guy, much less two guys before.  It's not that I'm a prude or anything, it's just that the boys at my  high school are either unattractive or gay  …  guess that's what you get  when you're at a specialized school for the visual arts.

But I really wanted to be with my brothers. Trying to fall asleep to the  soundtrack of a non-stop porno was frustrating, and I was always  touching my slit, pretending it was me as Landon and Cole got it on next  door, the shrieks and moans making me grimace in pleasure as well as  bringing out the green-eyed monster.

After another night of unabated lust, my frustration came to a peak, and  unexpectedly, I received an opportunity. It was time for a college  tour, and miraculously, Landon and Cole had agreed to accompany me,  despite their lack of interest in higher education. I'd bought a ton of  slutty lingerie to make tempt my brothers, but had been ridiculously  unsuccessful.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked plaintively, as they dropped me off at another school campus.

"Oh out and about," Cole mumbled vaguely. Landon said nothing, and I  kept quiet because pestering didn't help at all. Besides, I wanted them  to see me as a woman, and not an annoying little sister.

This was the third day of them ditching me off at a campus in the  morning before disappearing for the rest of the day, doing who knows  what. They might stop by the hotel before dinner, before going out  again, but I wasn't saying anything.

Except that the conga line of girls started up again. Or more  accurately, it never stopped even though we were on a road trip, and  there were multiples this time, duos, trios, even five girls one night,  the party loud in their suite next door as I listened through the  adjoining door. There were moans, splashes, the sounds of wet flesh  slapping, the unmistakable cries of females coming again and again,  mixed in with my brother's grunts. I'd become a pro at timing Landon and  Cole's climaxes.