Men of the House: A MMF Romance Page 4

  I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize that I’ve taken the wrong route off the freeway. I need to backtrack. I look at my watch. Colt and Karen have been waiting for me. They've both should have gotten to the house by now. I need to get home; I’m hoping that they're both still there. The business needs an injection of cash and with Clara no longer around, I need their approval to use her estate, including the house, to grow the business.

  This won't be easy for Karen to hear. This is her mother we're talking about, and I'll have to drive the point home that it's been a year. She's still missing, and that means we'll probably never see her again. She's gone for good.

  But Karen isn't alone. She's in love with her boyfriend, Zach. She’s made it clear that once college is over, they’ll be moving in together, and most likely after that they’ll get married. I've never liked Zach, but as much as I bristle in his presence, she swears this is the man she loves. So, who am I to stop them from being together?

  Colt’s away at college, and he has a promising football career ahead of him. I can’t see either of them standing in my way. But then again, Colt loves this house. It was where he was born and it holds memories of his mom. But he hardly comes home. If anything, it’s me asking him to come to the house most of the time.

  He’s always chasing a skirt, or at times it’s chasing him.

  In many ways, it reminds of me not so long ago. I mean, Colt and I aren’t that far apart in age. And he’s got those qualities that I used to prize in myself.

  Strength. Confidence. The desire to stand up for what he believes in and never back down.

  I pull into the driveway and take a deep breath when I see Karen's car parked out front. I hate asking the kids for help. But they’re both adults now, and I need to sit down and talk to them like adults.

  I open the door, and the house seems quiet. I’m just about to call out to them when I see Colt’s bag by the foot of the staircase. He’s a bit of a slob. He was always leaving things around when he was younger and it seems as if college life hasn't broken him of his old habits.

  “Colt!” I shout out. I wait for a little while. Nothing. "Karen?"

  Today’s one of those days where it's so hot that you stick to your clothes. I make a mental note to change out of my work suit, but first head to the kitchen. Just as I'm about to grab a cold beer from the fridge, I catch a glance at Colt and Karen through the kitchen window, and I’m shocked by what I see. Colt’s in his boxers and Karen’s in a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

  Her tits are jumping up and down as if they have a life of their own, and she's taking a running leap into the pool. As she runs I see that ass of hers and watch as those ass cheeks flex. My cock comes alive as I see every curve in her body begin to create some sort of taboo sexual desire within me. And as her body hits the water, and I'm taken aback.

  She isn't the little girl I remembered.

  She's a grown woman.

  I watch as she swims up to Colt. They're smiling and splashing water at each other. But there's something in their body language that hints at more. I’m surprised at their closeness because they never really got along when they lived in the same house. Now they’re running around as if they were inseparable. And I don't know why, but part of me feels annoyed about it.

  It’s clear that they’re flirting with each other. And come on … a string is practically holding Karen's tits and she’s not even trying to put them back into her bikini top. I'm sure Colt's enjoying that view. Fuck, I'm enjoying the view. As soon as this thought crosses my mind, I feel my cock twitch violently again.

  I don’t know why I’m looking at her like this. She's my stepdaughter. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. But I haven`t seen her for months, and now all I can see is that she’s the perfect figure eight. The way her body curves, her firm and full breasts, and even her perfect heart-shaped ass are all causing my cock to pulse and press up against my suit pants. I never knew that she was shaped that way.

  Then I look back at Colt, and I can see a hunger in his eyes. He definitely wants Karen, but it's not right; they're brother and sister. I don’t want them messing around like that. But I know that’s not really the thing that’s bothering me. Colt starts to tackle her in the pool, and he’s touching her as if he has the right to do it.

  She’s enjoying it. I hate her for loving his hands all over her. She doesn’t seem to be fighting back; in fact she’s letting him do what he wants to her. I turn away and grab a beer from the fridge, and then grab a chilled pint glass from the freezer. I wanted them here to discuss Clara's estate and this house, not for them to get it on.

  This is wrong; but if I’m honest, it’s not so much about what they’re doing, but more about the way they’re making me feel.

  With my beer in one hand and the frozen glass in the other, I walk outside. The sun is beating down onto the pool deck and if my hands weren't full, I would be shielding my eyes. It's amazing because Colt and Karen haven't even noticed me yet. They stop splashing and Karen swims up close to Colt. Their faces are inches apart, and it looks as if she's going to press her mouth to his, but I don't let that happen.

  Standing at the edge of the pool, I cough to get their attention. Both of them look startled for a moment and look up at me, floating apart and creating some distance between each other. It feels as if Colt's annoyed that I showed up, and I think I know why.

  Sorry big guy, but the real man of the house is here now.

  "Well, look who decided to show up," Colt scoffs, and his blatant disrespect grates on me, but I didn't call them here today to make waves. I'm not here to fight. Instead, I swallow my pride and take a seat in one of the patio chairs.

  "It looks to me like you two are getting along just fine without me," I say. I wonder if they can detect my sarcasm.

  Colt goes on to give me some sob story about a trip to Bali and that I somehow rained on his plans, but what he doesn't realize is that this is bigger than Bali, or hanging with his fraternity brothers.

  I continue, "Look, I'm sure you two have lots of big plans this summer, but before any of that happens, we need to have a serious talk." They both stare at me and I go on to tell Karen that we have to talk about her mother's estate. The way she looks at me when I mention her mother pains me. I know this isn't easy for her; it isn't easy for any of us. I tell her I'm sorry, and in this moment, I want to comfort her. I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her.

  She's nods and before I can say another word, Colt jumps in demanding we break the estate up and split it three ways. But what he doesn't understand is that I need to keep it in one account to keep my company solvent. I try to make my point known, but Colt is growing increasingly hostile.

  "That's selfish," Colt says.

  "I'd say you're being the selfish one here Colt," I reply. He isn't thinking about the family; this is all about him.

  "So this is why you brought us here?" Colt asks.

  "In part," I say.

  "What kind of a parent does that?" Colt snaps.

  "Hold on, Colt. That's unfair," I say.

  "You know what's unfair? Asking for money that's not yours," Colts replies.

  The one person who I want to hear right now isn't saying a word, and I'm momentarily distracted when I watch her start to exit the pool. She swims over to the ladder, her breasts bobbing in the water and when she climbs out I can see the shape of her hard nipples beneath her thin bikini. Fuck, my cock is hard all over again. I adjust myself in my seat and hope that nobody notices.

  Colt is staring at her too, and I'd bet anything that he's harder than plywood in that pool right now.

  Karen grabs a towel and with one leg raised on a chair, she drags the towel up and down her long, slender legs from hip to ankle in an effort to get dry. Despite my best efforts not to, I can't help but stare.

  She then reaches up and squeezes the water from her long blonde hair. With her fully extended, my eyes travel from her neck down to crevice between her
perfect breasts, and further down to the edges of her hips and thighs. But she cuts the show short and abruptly wraps herself in the towel, and without a single word to Colt and I, she walks into the house.

  Fuck, the more I look at her, the more I want her.

  5

  Karen

  I hate confrontation and so far there’s been a little too much for my liking. If it hadn’t been for Zach sticking his 5 inch cock into Rachel’s mouth I would be out of here in the car and driving somewhere with him. Anywhere. Far from here.

  But Zach is gone. And I’m alone.

  My phone’s buzzing somewhere, so I dive to the other side of the room to pick it. I just hope that it’s not Zach again. There’s no point talking to him, because I have nothing to say. For the first time in six years, I’m standing up to him.

  “Hey,” Sandra says, and I feel relieved to hear a friendly voice.

  “Hi.”

  “What’s up? You sound down. I was debating whether to ring or not. I thought that maybe you were all loved up with Zach.”

  “Zach and I split up.”

  “Oh, so that thing on Facebook wasn’t a joke?”

  I laugh; so much has happened since I posted that picture that I’d forgotten all about it, especially earlier on when Colt’s hands were all over my body. I lick my lips thinking about what could have happened if Daniel hadn’t turned up and ruined it all.

  “Fuck!” I say as I log on to Facebook on my Mac. “There’s like forty thousand likes. The damn thing’s gone viral!”

  She laughs, “This is why I thought that it was a joke. Wow, if I had known then I would have called sooner. So, whatcha doin’?”

  This is the joke, “I’m in my room. Eating a piece of dry chicken and some bread.”

  “Wow, things must be bad. Why not come here?”

  “I’m not eating this because of Zach. There’s just some drama going on with Daniel and Colt.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of weird. They just got into one big fight. Not even sure what it’s about. But they just went into one. So, I’m kind of hiding in the bedroom away from them.”

  “What a great summer! You were really looking forward to it. If it makes you feel better, my dad’s not much better. Then again, he’s not as hot as yours.”

  I laugh as I think about Daniel earlier. If she had seen him then, she would have thought that he was off the scales. He’s even sexier with his new look.

  “My dad’s been dumped too, so he wants to spend way too much time with me. I just had an idea. Why not come here?”

  Her dad has a really bad reputation. He’s not exactly sexy like Daniel. More like over the hill, with everything on the large scale, including his bank account which is why women chase after him like a swarm of bees. Sandra can probably sense that I’m down. I’m not good at hiding my feelings at the best of times. Besides, she’s right; this is a big disappointment. I ran out of the lecture theater looking forward to the summer vacations. Now, all I can think about going back to college.

  “If I’m going to have the summer free, I thought maybe I’d get a jump on looking for internships after Senior year,” I tell her.

  She laughs, “You need to get out of there. You sound down and there’s always a way to get you back in spirits,” Sandra tells me. “You just need to think outside of the box of a house. Weren’t you supposed to vacation somewhere? Can’t you go by yourself?”

  “I have visions of Zach still going, but taking Rachel instead.”

  “You think that he would do that?”

  I sigh as I think about what Zach would or wouldn’t do. If someone had asked me if Zach would ever cheat on me. I would have told them, no. I would have defended him and said that he’s a flirt, but I’m his girl, and even though I’ve been around the block, I’m able to hang my hat up for him.

  As I look out of the window at the pool, I think about Colt. About us out there earlier and what would have happened if Daniel hadn’t walked in. I was horny and Zach didn’t even enter my mind. Maybe the real reason I never wanted sex with Zach wasn’t to do with my exams, but more to do with his premature ejaculation problem.

  Or maybe it was deeper than that. I never realized until now but maybe I was actually right earlier on where I told you I was looking to prove something by staying with him. “I don’t know,” Sandra says, interrupting my thoughts. “You know him better than me. Besides, why are we still talking about that jerk?”

  I laugh, “I haven’t got a clue. Damn, some of these comments on Facebook are hilarious.” I start to chuckle about the things that his friends on the basketball team have written about him. “Can only score a hoop on the court? Not in the bedroom. Damn! These guys are harsh.”

  She says, “No. No. What about this one? Watch Zach dribble off the court.” Then we both crack up laughing because that was exactly what he did in the bedroom. Just dribble.

  “This is the first time in six years that I’m single, so why am I not sad, just horny?”

  She sniggers, “Do you have someone in mind?”

  I don’t even know how to tell her. “Colt’s looking hot.”

  She chuckles, “Colt was always looking hot. You just never noticed. You were always too busy complaining about him. Daniel’s hotter, but an obvious workaholic. Shit, is he still wearing that suit?”

  I sigh as I think about Daniel and how amazing he looks. He’s like a proud eagle. Still the proud, confident, man I knew.

  “Yes,” I tell him. “But he looks tired.”

  “Shoot, is your mom back home?”

  Daniel being tired usually meant that mom was home wearing him down. Trying to take money for her drugs or just generally treating him like shit. Treating him like a dormouse. I never understood why he took her back then, but then maybe she was in and out of his life so many times that he didn’t have a chance to leave. And then she did that for him.

  “Not this time.”

  “How long has it been?”

  “One year.”

  “Shit, and not a word?”

  “She left her phone and said that she wanted to be left alone. No one should try and find her.”

  Then there’s this awkward silence that my mom creates whenever her name is mentioned. It’s as if she doesn’t even need to be around to have people talking about her, and it’s never in a good way.

  “Daniel needs money to invest in the business. It’s struggling at the moment. We didn’t even talk figures, and then Colt went into him and started calling him selfish,” I confide to Sandra.

  “I could give him a number. Number sixty-nine.” Sandra bursts out laughing; she has a filthy mind, but at the moment she’s not the only one. Maybe it’s the realization that my mom could be dead making me see that life is short. But either Colt’s looking hotter this year or wasting six years of my life over Zach has started to hit home. I noticed that quite a few more girls are posting on Facebook about the issues they’ve had with Zach. I’ve been with him since we were sixteen. Both of us were virgins or at least that’s what he said. I shut down my Mac and decide that Sandra’s right. I need to have some fun and get out of here.

  “Right, I’m going to take my plate down. Find Daniel and sort out the money and then head to where the party’s happening.”

  “There’s nothing better than partying in the Big A. Get talking, get the money and then get packing. Then again, I could just book a ticket for you, so that you could just get packing?”

  I want to tell her that I never unpacked in the first place, but I decide that I’ll leave that conversation for when we’re face to face.

  “Nah, I couldn’t take money from you. Besides technically I don’t need it,” I tell her before taking a deep breath. “Sandra, thanks, I really needed this,” I miss her already and we’ve only been apart a day. Maybe she’s right; I’ve always thought of college as a place to work, rather than try and enjoy it. Thinking about being at college and having an issue like this would have sent me to
her dorm. I wouldn’t have hesitated, but now she’s miles away and I’m with two men that want to kill each other.

  “You should have called me earlier. I don’t know why you find it so difficult to say when you have an issue. That’s what friends are for.”

  “I know. Sorry, next time I’ll dial your number first.”

  “Good. Now, speak to your hot stepdaddy and tell me when you’re going to be here so I can tidy up before you get here.”

  I know that she’s not going to tidy up. We’re both slobs. I’m just happy to hear a friendly voice and to know that I have a friend that cares. Sometimes I feel so alone; I always have, even when I was with Zach. I thought that Rachel was a friend and she ended up betraying me.

  “Sure, will do. Catch you later.”

  “Bye.”

  I grab my plate and decide that no matter how much money Daniel wants he can have it. He wouldn’t be asking unless he was desperate and this house has so many painful memories that staying here is not an option. It makes me sad, and sad is something that I had not planned on being this summer. There’s a party waiting for me in New York. I want to go, Colt and Daniel can fight as many times they like, as long as I’m having a good time far away from here.

  6

  Daniel

  I’m wandering around the house wanting to punch the fucking wall.

  This is my fucking house. The house that I want to put for sale so that I can get some fucking money for the business that supports this goddamn family. I shouldn't feel this way, but all of a sudden, everything seems to have been turned upside down.

  If the business were profitable right now, I wouldn’t have called both Colt and Karen to come and spend some time here to try and figure things out. They act as if it’s painful to be in their family home. So what’s the big deal in selling it?

  Besides, this is the business that helped pay off the home loan when Linda was sick. The business that helped Clara when she went into rehab, the first and the second time. This is the business that pays for those vacations they want to get away to. For the college tuition. For the La Perla lingerie that Karen is probably wearing right now.