Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(31)

It's been exhilarating to say the least. Turning to kiss Cole, I asked, "So are we going to see Bowdoin today?"

He rumbled deep in his throat. "Do you think you can walk?" he said with a sly smile, gently cupping my softness.

Landon chuckled as well, his hand lightly skimming my curves. "Little  Sis, we haven't let you out of bed for two days now, you'll be as  unsteady as a fawn."

"No I'll be fine!" I exclaimed, stretching and flexing my hips a bit,  pulling in my abdomen to see if I was sore. Okay, so there was a bit of  throbbing down there, but I was sure I could manage.

"Let me get ready," I said, smiling sweetly at them. "I'll be out in a  flash," I promised, jumping up from the bed. Ouch! That hurt more than I  expected, and I had serious second thoughts. But I made myself hobble  over to the bathroom.

"Bowdoin is my top choice!" I called out from the en suite. "Come see it with me, please?"

I could hear rumblings outside. Neither Cole nor Landon were interested  in college. To be honest, I'm not sure exactly what they planned to do,  maybe become party promoters or something. I knew that they sometimes  organized parties for the kids at their high school, which were popular  and well-attended. But college? Zero importance.

Surprisingly though, they agreed.

"Sure little sis, we'll come along for the ride," Landon said amiably,  pulling a tee shirt over his head. My stomach fluttered. I was looking  forward to seeing the leafy campus with these two gorgeous men in tow,  my first time stepping out with my brothers. I wasn't sure how it was  going to work  …  I mean, were they my boyfriends now, or were we going to  play it safe with the whole brother/sister charade?         

     



 

I didn't know, but putting on a flirty yellow sundress, I planned to find out.





CHAPTER TEN


Landon




She seemed to be growing up before our eyes. She'd always been sassy,  fun and playful, but she'd kinda been  …  I don't know, a nerd I guess?  Morgan with the big brown eyes, even bigger glasses, and pencil-thin,  geeky look. But overnight, she'd blossomed.

She came out of the bathroom looking like a rose in bloom, wearing a  yellow halter-neck sundress, her hair swept up in some complicated way. I  liked it, and I know my brother did too. Still slim, but her boobs  actually filled out the top of the dress, her hips narrow with a little  bubble butt that was totally fuckable.

Because that's how disgusting we are. We're her brothers, yet anal is  totally on the menu. The poor little girl just had her virginity taken  not days ago, and already I'm planning her graduation to the next level.

Because she's a mystery, this one. I admit, Cole and I just wanted to  use and abuse her before. Not that we were looking forward to  deflowering a skinny virgin, but we wanted revenge on Gerald, our dad.  She was his daughter, his responsibility, his  …  property almost, with  the way he'd bought and paid for her, moving her into that big house,  forking over a ransom for tuition. We wanted to take something from him,  demeaning him in the process.

And so Cole and I waited. Women have always liked us, and Morgan was no  exception. She'd grow attached over time, all the better to make the  break-up that much more devastating.

But she was so sweet and trusting, and goddamn it, it made me feel bad.

"Landon," she murmured. "Help me with the zip?"

She twirled around, showing me that flawless back narrowing into a tiny  waist, and fuck if I didn't get hard again, my cock punching against my  fly at her beauty. But she twirled, teasing me, and wiggled a bit.

"Come on!" she smiled. "I want to get to Bowdoin, they have a sculpture curriculum that's out of this world."

And tongue-tied, I zipped her up and we piled into the car to head to  campus. That's the thing. The little girl is a mass of contradictions  that my brother and I can't wrap our heads around it. We'd started this  whole thing with nasty intentions, but it just doesn't seem that  relevant anymore. What were we hoping to achieve by deflowering and  sodomizing our little sister? Oh right, make Gerald spend a shit-ton on  legal fees, protecting  …  who exactly? Us? Morgan? Morgan's mom? Who  knows? His allegiances would be so torn up that he'd probably end up  getting a divorce.

Oh right. Sodomize and humiliate Morgan so that her mom would divorce  our cocksucker dad. I was more than a little confused by the status of  our plan, but if Morgan was the horse that we were going to ride, then  so be it.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Cole




I could tell Landon was having second thoughts too. It's hard not to  like Morgan. There's the whole aspect of taking candy from a baby for  one, she's so trusting, but she's  …  sweet too, with an edge of  sassiness. I see Landon falling under her spell, the way he jumps up  when she calls, the way he smiles like she's a welcome breath of fresh  air. And unfortunately, I'm the same way, drawn to her warmth like the  sun.

"Cole, isn't this amazing?" she breathed, nodding to a sculpture of what looked like a giant balloon dog.

"Um, yeah," I mumbled. It looked like a heap of twisted metal to me.

"The artist means this as a critique on modern life, that balloon dogs  blown up to monstrous proportions pre-occupy the minds of the modern  American," she said in a hushed voice.

Landon and I shared a glance over her head. What the hell was she  talking about? But our little sister was really talented, and  unexpectedly, I felt proud of her, proud that my girl had so much to  give.

At lunch, it was the same thing. She was unspeakably sweet, romantic,  and smart. The waitress came over at the old-school diner, be-bop  blaring in the background.

"What'll you be having, hon?" the middle-aged woman asked, chewing gum with a smack.

"Um," murmured Morgan. "I'll have a salad and  …  do you have you have  those old-fashioned cream sodas, you know the kind that come with the  curly straws?"

"Yep, three straws comin' right up," she said. "You guys?"

"Double cheeseburgers, rare," I ordered. "With cokes and large fries."  Turning back to Morgan, I asked, "What's up with the cream soda? Isn't  that kind of hokey?"

"Oh you know," she said flushing. "If we get three straws, it'll be  cute, you know? Like in the old movies where a boy and a girl on a date  sit together and sip from the same drink. I saw it in a couple Doris Day  movies, I've been watching them as part of my film class."         

     



 

Landon and I shared another look. Were we on a date? Shit, our plan was  working like magic, but it just made me want to fuck her even more. I  could tell my brother felt the same way. But we held back, indulging  her, letting her chatter away about schools, how much she adored art,  plans for next year, etc.

Suddenly, she came to a stop.

"What about you, brothers?" she asked quietly. "What are your plans for next year?"

"Landon and I, we're looking into some things," I said vaguely. The fact  is, we already had a promotion business and were making mad bank, but  no need for our little sis to know.

Morgan was quiet for a moment. "I'd love to see you guys more, next year  too," she said. "I hope this isn't a one week fling," she said.

The thing is, it was supposed to be a short-term fuck, done as soon as  we finished impregnating the little girl to leave her high and dry. But I  found myself lying through my teeth, halfway wishing it was true.

"Of course not," I rumbled assuredly. "Landon and I will be there for  you no matter what. You're our little sister, right?" I asked playfully.

She turned her big brown eyes on me, and I could feel my heart melting.

"Thanks big bro," she said with a shy smile. "I want to spend more time  with you guys. This has all been so  …  magical, I guess," she said, her  cheeks flushing fetchingly again.

I could almost kill myself, but Landon stepped in smoothly.

"We're always here for you, little sis, we'll just have to iron out a  few things going forward," he said smoothly. Oh shit, he was going in  for the kill.

"Like what?" she asked innocently.

"Well, we're siblings obviously, plus the fact that we haven't been using any protection."

"Yeah, I was going to ask you about that," she said, looking down at her  belly. "We haven't exactly been playing it safe, have we?" she said  slowly.

"We've only been enjoying each other for a few days, it's not  dangerous," replied Landon smoothly. "I'm sure you're fine," he  continued. Wow, he'd used these words on so many girls, but I'd never  felt bad hearing him speak them before.

"I hope so," said Morgan, her eyes downcast again. But my spidey sense  told me something was off  …  maybe Morgan wanted to be a mom? To our  baby? Oh shit.