Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(29)

Cole was like a lion. He'd roar when he came, a deep growl emitted from  the depths of his chest. I could imagine his biceps straining as he  pushed his member deep into some slut's fanny, her twat warm, wet and  welcoming.         

     



 

Landon was more like a beast. He punctuated his orgasms with a loud  "Fuck!" while shooting his sperm into some tramp's cunt, a hard jerk of  his hips and slapping sound the perfect accompaniment.

Finally, I was done. Really, truly done. No more listening through the  walls, a witness to the action but never in on it, my pussy hot and  moist as I fingered myself, juices dripping off my hand. I wanted to be a  character in the play, and was determined to find my part.

After another lonely day wandering by myself, topped off by dinner alone  in my hotel room, I showered and changed into the pink dress. I fluffed  out my hair, making sure the chestnut waves coiled smoothly over my  shoulders before carefully applying some lipstick and blush. My glasses  were gone, replaced by contact lenses, and I blinked at myself in the  mirror, suddenly unsure.

My reflection was completely changed. Instead of a gawky teen, I looked  like a nubile fawn, my legs lengthened in nude heels, doe-eyed yet  seductive in the blush-colored dress. I felt nervous and a little scared  but was determined to go out. I'd heard my brothers talking about Club  Zest last night, and bravely, I swung my purse over my shoulder before  catching a cab downtown.

It was embarrassing frankly. I'd never worn any type of revealing outfit  before and the male attention was unsettling, although it made my skin  tingle and a new feminine instinct uncurl. I mean, to feel male eyeballs  glued to my breasts and ass was completely new, yet empowering. I added  an extra sway to my hips, and sure enough, the bouncer let me bypass  the line and skip in for free.

But inside, I was suddenly out of my element. It was really dark, and  strobe lights flashed on and off, swirling over a sea of tangled,  writhing bodies. I couldn't really see what was going on, but it seemed  that quite a few people were only half-dressed, lithe bodies on display  as they gyrated and twisted to the pulsing beat. The music was blaring  so loudly that I was developing a headache, and I scanned the crowd  futilely, trying to make out my brothers amid the mass of dark, moving  shapes.

Suddenly, a really hot guy came up to me. He was tall, at least six feet, and dressed in leather jeans with spikey back hair.

"Hey girl," he said, leaning towards me and speaking directly in my ear. "I haven't seen you before. What gives?"

I flirted back. "I'm Morgan!" I shouted above the loud beat, pushing my breasts out.

"Oh great, Laura's my favorite name," he said, eyeing my décolletage.  Evidently, names didn't really matter, but I was determined to roll with  it. He was movie-star handsome, a lot like my steps, and his torso was  covered with tats, also like my brothers. I didn't even bother to wonder  why he wasn't wearing a shirt. His body was chiseled and defined, his  abs taut as he guided me through the crowd.

Before I knew it, we were making out in a dark corner of the club. It  started out sweet, a soft graze of his lips against mine, but pretty  soon his tongue was pushing into my mouth, insistent and wet, like a  huge snake invading my private space. Plus, his hands, which had  delicately skimmed my curves at first, were soon gripping and squeezing  really hard, hurting as he cruelly twisted my nipples.

"Mmmphf!" I cried, as I tried to push him away. But his arms were like a  straitjacket, his face mashed to mine as his hips ground harshly  against my pelvis. He pinched and twisted even harder and thrust a heavy  leg between my thighs, pulling me roughly up his body as I screamed  into his mouth, my small fists trying to beat him away.

"Shut up slut," he ground out, before reaching between us. Instead of  stroking my pussy, as I'd imagined a lover would do, he nastily pinched  the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, leaving bruise marks on my creamy  skin.

This time I positively screamed, my shrieks lost in the pounding beat,  and tears sprang to my eyes from my utter helplessness. I'd never  imagined that my big night out would end like this. I was coerced, my  virginity about to be lost to a gorilla, when suddenly he was ripped off  of me, the cold air of the club blasting my skin.

Cole and Landon stood there, my hero stepbrothers, rage in their eyes as  they glared at my attacker. In person, I realized he was only a poor  simulation of my brothers, like a B-rated version of the Mona Lisa. With  the originals present, he was nothing compared to their masculinity,  the aura of alpha radiating from their forms.

"Get the fuck away," growled Cole, a nasty gleam in his eye.

"Fuck off dipshit," added Landon, his massive bulk imposing and threatening at once.

My "date" was spineless and weak and slunk off without even a backwards  look, disappearing into the mass of bodies. My stepbrothers turned  towards me, their gazes like twin lightning bolts, glancing over my  barely-clad body before flicking away.         

     



 

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Morgan?" asked Cole. "Why are you even here? Don't you have some homework or something?"

"I  …  I … " I stuttered. I was at a total loss for words, and could hardly  explain the skimpy outfit I was wearing. "I was lonely at the hotel, and  thought I'd look for you guys," I said in a small voice.

A big fist clamped onto my upper arm and I found myself dragged out of  the club at light speed, my brothers hustling me like a precious package  into the parking lot. They manhandled me into the car and before I knew  it, we were back at the hotel.

"You were lonely, eh?" drawled Landon, one eyebrow raised.

"Tell us more," said Cole.

"Well, you know  … " I muttered. Now that the moment was here, I was oddly  shy feeling their twin gazes on my legs, their hot glances trailing  over my curves, my cunny growing weak and wet at once.

"Tell us," demanded Cole.

"Well, it's that you guys are always with girls," I gasped, finally  fessing up. "Every girl but me! It's so horrible listening to you guys  every night. I'm a virgin and it's pure torture! I need you! I need you  both!" I cried, flushing hotly, ashamed and yet excited at once.

"Need us both, eh?" drawled Cole, looking over at his brother. "Morgan, do you know what you're saying?" he asked slowly.

"No  …  I mean, yes!" I amended quickly. "I'm inexperienced but I'm  ready," I said hastily. "I can do it, and I love both of you, you're my  brothers  … " my voice trailed off again.

"Exactly," said Landon. "We're your stepbrothers  …  and taking you isn't exactly the kosher thing to do, you with me?"

"Yes," I said in a soft voice. "But it's what I want," I said, looking deeply into their eyes.

And a final glance between the twins sealed the deal. Landon leaned back  and put his hands behind his head, his lean frame stretched out on the  couch.

"Well Morgan," he drawled, looking me up and down. "Which one of us do you want first then?"





CHAPTER EIGHT


Cole




The day had finally come. Our sweet little stepsis had made it more than  clear that she wanted us, no needed us. And we were more than happy to  oblige. Morgan was delectable. Her big hazel eyes looked at us with pure  innocence, trusting us to be her firsts on this incredible journey.

And it was going to be phenomenal because as identical twins, Landon and  I do everything together, including women. We've fucked more than our  fair share, and I hate to say it, but women can be sluts. Let's just say  that a lot of women secretly want ménage, and when opportunity presents  itself in the shape of handsome twins, the women never say no.

So Landon and I have fucked a swath since turning fourteen. It's been  fun. But when we moved into Gerald's home, we had a different plan  …   fuck and suck was way too simple for what we had in store.

And finally, she was ready. After months of looking at us with puppy dog  eyes, Morgan sat on the couch, her legs primly crossed in that pink  confection of a dress, looking more like a delectable piece of candy  than a sexpot. But she was gorgeous. Her breasts were full and lush, the  pouty nipples visible under the fabric, hot and aroused, her skin  flushed with excitement as her eyes begged with anticipation.

Cole made the first move. Lifting her hair, he placed a sweet kiss  beneath her ear, seating himself on the couch next to her. She moaned a  bit and leaned towards him, pressing that tiny body against his hard  form.

"Brother, please," she breathed sweetly.

That was all the encouragement he needed. A big finger traced her  décolletage, running lightly over the sweetheart neckline before pulling  down the dress to reveal her creamy, luscious mounds. They were pure  white with deep pink tips and I sat on Morgan's other side, bending my  head to suckle deeply, rolling her right nipple around in my mouth.