Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(32)

But we were interrupted by a middle-aged woman who materialized at the table side.

"Morgan Kingsley?" she asked. "Landon Kingsley? Cole Kinsgley?"

"Yeah, that's us," I said roughly, my voice hoarse.

"Bowdoin administrators would like to ask you to join them at the  President's office," she said. "It concerns some videotape of the  exhibit, "Balloon Dog." Would you come this way please?"

Videotape? What the fuck? But I had an ominous feeling  …  because I'd  kissed Morgan in that corner, sneaking a sweet taste of her in the  shadow of that monstrous sculpture. Oh shit.



Continue to Part Three





CHAPTER TWELVE


Cole




A secretary showed us into a plush office, portraits of white-haired men  on the walls, with Bowdoin's flag hung prominently in a window.

A blustery, red-faced man got up from the desk, holding out his hand.

"Welcome, I'm Dean Skelos, Dean of Undergraduate Admissions," he said.  "We're so pleased to have Morgan visit campus today. I understand you're  her brothers, Cole and Landon."

"Yeah, nice to meet you," said Landon slowly. "Thanks for the warm welcome, but is there a reason why we're here?"

The older man sat down in his chair, gesturing for us to sit as well. My  twin and I made sure Morgan was comfortable, and then took chairs on  either side of her.

The man looked distinctly uncomfortable, and said, "I may as well jump  right into it. Your father, Gerald Kingsley, informed our board that his  stepdaughter Morgan would be visiting campus this week. When you signed  into the museum this afternoon, the front desk called Administration  immediately to inform us of your arrival."

"Okay," said Landon. "We get it. Gerald Kingsley is a powerful man, and  he asked you to look out for us, maybe give Morgan a private tour or  something. But why are we here, seriously?"

The man harrumphed uncomfortably. "Well, young man, we have cameras all  throughout the museum. Security for the artwork, you see, and you and  your brother were caught on camera  …  how do I say this  …  sharing  affections with your sister," he said delicately.

"So what?" growled Landon, covering Morgan's hand with his own. "She's  our sister, and if we're a little protective, it's normal," he said.         

     



 

"That's right," I rumbled, putting a reassuring hand on Morgan's knee.  "Our sister means the world to us, and if we were a little over-bearing,  it's just brotherly affection," I said dismissively. But Morgan was  white as a sheet and trembling like a leaf in her chair.

"No, not exactly," said Dean Skelos slowly. "You see, we have cameras  everywhere, and our hall camera by the restrooms caught some  …  how do I  say it? Unexpected activity."

My eyebrows shot up with warning. "Meaning?" I growled threateningly. Landon was shooting lasers from his eyes as well.

"Maybe it'll be easier if I show you the tape," Skelos rushed, clearly nervous. "The footage speaks for itself."

He flicked on a monitor on the wall, and a grainy black and white image  flashed on-screen. There was a hallway, and you could see women coming  in and out of a restroom. He fast-forwarded a few seconds, and pretty  soon Morgan came into view, her svelte frame unmistakable. My brother  and I followed in the tape. Morgan handed her purse to me, and turned to  go into the restroom, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me  for a kiss. She responded wholly, lovingly, sweetly opening her mouth  under mine, her arm trailing up my back before breaking free to turn  toward the restrooms.

But Landon hadn't gotten his kiss yet. He playfully grabbed her by the  waist and spun her towards him, gently cupping her chin, giving her a  deep, thorough kiss as well. And Morgan responded, pressing her body  against his, her arms fastening around her neck before detaching again  to use the restroom. But Landon was insistent. His erection was visible  in the video, and he pulled her back to him, glancing over his shoulder  to see if anyone was coming. After making sure the coast was clear, he  pulled playfully at the tie around her neck, and like magic, the top of  her dress fell down, exposing lush, creamy breasts. God bless whoever  invented halter tops.

Here's where it got steamy. Both Landon and I swooped in on our little  sister, each of us bending forward to suckle at one of her breasts. Her  tits were creamy and firm, and I could still taste her nipple in my  mouth, the puffy flesh hard yet soft at once. We nursed from her for a  minute or two, and fuck, you could see my hand worming its way under her  dress, causing Morgan to throw her head back and moan silently.

But she'd really needed to go, so she pulled away again, smiling as she  re-tied the halter and backed into the restroom, giving us a special  look. By this point, my brother and I had huge erections, totally  evident on screen.

The dean flicked off the monitor and turned back towards us. "You see,  we understand that you're her brothers," he said uncomfortably.  "Unfortunately, as a university, it is our duty to protect our students,  even prospective ones who haven't matriculated yet. The video clearly  shows that you were engaging in heavy foreplay with a woman who also  happens to be your sister."

"So what?" I growled. "There's nothing there." I wasn't worried at all. I  mean, it wasn't like Morgan was underage, and shit, Landon and I had so  much x-rated footage on tape, this was nothing in comparison. Okay, so  maybe the fact that Morgan was our sister put a twist on things, but  it's not like we were related by blood.

The dean looked uncomfortable. "I realize that you're not biologically  related, but the University does not condone sibling relations, even  those of steps," he said. "To keep things simple, we'd request Ms.  Kingsley refrain from applying to Bowdoin next year," he said slowly.

"Or else?" said Cole smoothly.

There was a pregnant pause. "Or else we'll have to notify the board, which includes Gerald Kingsley," said Dean Skelos.

Ah ha, the truth had finally come out. Fucking Gerald was probably chair  of the board, thus the special treatment. The university wanted to keep  the dough coming, yet avoid controversy, and thought it was easiest if  Morgan didn't apply. Then the whole thing could go away, like the tape  never existed.

But that was a lame strategy. My little sister loved Bowdoin, was  entranced by the studio art program, and she was going to fucking attend  if my brother and I had anything to do with it.

I got up, Landon standing abruptly as well, pulling Morgan to her feet.

"Thanks, but we're not bowing to your threats," said Landon nastily. "Let's go sis," he said, tugging at her wrist.

I gave Dean Skelos a cold smile.

"Trust me," I stated. "Gerald Kingsley is the least of your problems now."





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Morgan




I sat frozen in my seat on the car ride back. Cole twisted around to look at me while Landon drove.         

     



 

"You okay little sis?" he asked, stroking my thigh. "Don't worry about assholes like the Dean. Everything's going to be fine."

I still couldn't manage any words. It wasn't even so much about the  admissions process, it was the fact that the three of us had been caught  on tape in heavy foreplay. What had happened between my brothers and I  was unmistakable, and the world was about to see.

"What are we going to do?" I said in a soft voice, to myself.

But my comment wasn't lost on my brothers.

"Don't worry about a thing," said Landon from the driver's seat. "That  was totally fucked up what they did, spying on us, turning cameras on us  during a museum tour. I mean, a fucking museum, shouldn't they be  focused on the art and not the restrooms? Those fuckers will do anything  for a big donor like Gerald," he concluded vehemently.

"But what about us?" I said softly. "My mom  …  my college tuition  …  Gerald was going to take care of all that."

"Don't worry," said Cole with a reassuring glance. "Landon and I make  plenty, and if you want, we can pay for it. That's not the issue at  all."

"I'm just scared," I said in a small voice. "I mean, I've had an amazing  time with you guys, but are we really ready for our parents to know?"

"Fuck them," said Cole. "If we need to, we'll move out. It's not a big deal, little sis," he said with a reassuring smile.

I stayed silent, trembling in my seat despite my brothers' words. Cold  sweat broke over me. I mean, I just hadn't thought things through. I  knew entering into a sexual relationship with my brothers was the right  thing to do because it felt so good, so true, the three of us together.  But now it seems like we were going to face consequences.

Because yeah, I wanted a relationship with my steps, or at least the  opportunity to explore something deep and meaningful. Maybe it was the  lust talking, but I'd seen a side of them on this trip that was  infinitely caring and loving, and I wanted to explore our feelings. But  to do so requires time and privacy, which we didn't have anymore.