Men of the House: A MMF Romance Page 7

  Does she ever wear clothes? She should be wearing yoga pants and a shirt, not dressed as if she’s going to do a photoshoot for Playboy. Her boobs are struggling to stay in her sports bra. Why does she always wear tops that are too small for her?

  Fuck, it must be to make sure that everyone notices that her breasts have increased by five sizes over the last year or so.

  “So, you decided to come back?” she pouts as she comes in front of me. She’s taunting me with her body and those damn breasts!

  What does she care, when she was only fucking Daniel the other night? I’m just about to say this when I realize that it’s none of my business. She’s not my girl. She’s only my stepsister, and—even worse—Daniel’s stepdaughter.

  Why am I so fucking jealous?

  She walks in front of me and bends down to pick up the weight. I’m shocked that she picks up a 20-pound weight with ease. Damn she’s strong! I’m tempted to find out how strong.

  I can’t take this anymore. My cock is working overtime the same way it was the other day when I saw her in her bikini. She holds onto my arm and says, “Wait. Why won’t you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?”

  Fucking Daniel for starters, but I’m keeping my lips firmly shut.

  I don’t want her to know that it bothers me and I don’t even want her to know that I know the truth about them.

  “I see that you’re happy to hand Daniel the money?” And your body. I skip that part. It suddenly dawns on me that she’s up to some game.

  “The other day we were fine and now you’re acting like a jerk. The same way you used to when we lived in this house together. The things that you said to Daniel were out of line. Even you know that, right?”

  “I don’t have to listen to this shit Karen. What, are you on a rebound or something?” She knows now that I caught them. Shit, I sound like a baby, throwing my toys. I watch as the recognition of it all dawns on her face.

  "So… you know?" she asks.

  "Yeah, but whatever. I guess it's your fucking business," I say.

  Instead of saying another word, she carefully looks at me for a minute. It's as if she expected me to show more emotion, or say something else. But I honestly just don't even want to fucking talk about it. Then she moves closer to me, keeping her eyes on mine and I'm immediately taken back to our time in the pool.

  “You work out a lot,” she purrs as her fingers move from my arm to my chest.

  “I play football. Of course I work out.”

  “Yes, but your abs are like a perfect six-pack… or is it an eight-pack?”

  Why is she flirting with me now? I shake my head, “What about you and Daniel?”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  I laugh, but there's also a serious undertone. “What if I want to make it my business?” I ask, holding her gaze.

  She raises an eyebrow and asks, “Why are you so interested anyway?” I don’t answer and Karen takes a step towards me. “Do you want to fuck him or do you want to fuck me, brother?”

  I don’t have an answer for her because I’ve been asking myself the same thing ever since that night.

  Yeah, I’ve been thinking about Daniel, okay. But I didn’t put the word fuck into the equation until Karen mentioned it.

  Just the thought of having sex with him while she stands there is driving my cock wild.

  We stand in silence for a moment, and then the urge is too much. I can't hold back any longer. I am so fucking horny that my cock is gonna fucking break if I don’t let it out soon.

  I lean in and kiss her with a hunger that takes over my body as I grab her and pin her against the wall, my lips crashing into hers.

  She doesn’t even protest as I drive my mouth onto hers. I don’t care if Daniel comes down the stairs. My hands wander over her tight body and I pinch her ass. She starts to moan; she doesn’t even try and protest about the kiss. It’s as if she wants me as much as I want her. Maybe that’s why she ended up with Daniel because she’s just horny and needed to get off with someone.

  Right now, I don’t care because I'm taking what I want.

  I seize her firmly and lift her up against the wall so that we’re around the same height. She’s a little shorter than I am. Only five-foot-seven, but now she feels so small as she loops her arms and legs around me. Then she runs her fingers through my hair, raking her nails against my scalp in a way that sends an electric current down my arms.

  “Colt,” she whispers as she pulls me closer. Her shorts turn into small panties as my cock starts to push against them.

  I start to growl as I rock back and forth, using the wall as leverage.

  “Karen, you’re so fucking wet.”

  She mumbles, “This is what you do to me.”

  I don’t know what game she’s playing so I pull back and using one hand I wrap it around her chin. I make sure that her blue eyes see mine so that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I’m not just going to kiss her. I’m going to fuck her. She won’t even remember her name when I finish with her.

  “When I saw you with Daniel. I wished that it was me.”

  She smiles, “Don’t wish. Take me. Show me. Please me,” she says to me. Then with a seductive smile she leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Fuck your sister silly, brother.”

  I could pretend that it bothers me that only a few days ago, she was fucking my stepdad, but it doesn’t because I want her so bad. I’m not taking my erection into the bathroom and jerking off again. No, I’m going to come inside her and I press my cock deeper against her crotch, making sure that she knows what she’s up against.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  I start to bring my mouth to her neck while kissing and nibbling it in slow circles.

  “You’re going to forget your name when I finish with you.”

  “Yes, please!” she says as I start to slowly put my finger inside her shorts. Fuck, she’s not even wearing panties, and she’s dripping wet.

  Not for Daniel.

  Just for me.

  9

  Karen

  What’s happening with me? Since I've been back home, I’ve been wet around the clock. And I can’t control this feverish state of lust. It’s impossible. First Daniel, and now Colt… I’m going insane.

  The moment he pressed his lips against mine I knew there was no turning back from this. I know; this is my fault. I teased him; I drove him to the point of no return… And now I have to deal with the aftermath. And you know what? I’ll do it gladly. Oh, you have no idea how gladly.

  Growling with desire, Colt takes his hand to between my thighs and flattens his palm there, pressing hard. Reacting by instinct, I do the same, taking my hand to the growing hardness between his legs. I look straight into his eyes, squeezing his hard cock with my fingers. So far, so good; Colt seems to be packing as much as Daniel. Now I just need to find out if he knows how to use it.

  “Fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growls at me. Before I can think of a snarky comeback, he presses his mouth against mine, holding my head with his hand on my neck. I part my lips, allowing his eager tongue to wrestle against mine, his fingers rubbing my pussy over the fabric of my tight yoga shorts.

  I start to get wet fast, the fabric sticking to my skin as he rubs on it over my pussy. Suddenly, he lets go, both his hands flying to my collarbone and then grabbing at my sports bra. He tugs on it, pushing both straps down my arms, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel the cool air of the basement gym kissing my hard nipples. He sure doesn’t want to waste any time.

  He keeps pushing the fabric, his eyes widening with an insatiable hunger as they wander through my naked chest. I tangle my fingers in his hair and then yank, pulling him into my chest; he goes there willingly, kissing the skin between my tits as if I’m the last woman on Earth.

  I grab his hair hard, keeping him in place, and motion him to go where I want him to. I can’t help but let a moan cascade out of my lips as he wraps his hungry lips around my
right nipple.

  First my stepfather, and now my stepbrother… What kind of devil am I turning into? To think that not that long ago I was pissed about Zach cheating on me. Well, that’s the wheel of life; it just keeps on turning.

  I push Colt back harshly, grabbing at his shirt while I turn around and pull him after me. I walk across the room as slowly as I can manage, my sure footsteps matching the steady beat of my own heart. Halfway through the gym, I stop dead in my tracks, the bench where Colt was working out calling to me.

  I turn on my heels, pulling Colt after me as I head to the bench. A foot away from it, Colt decides to take the lead; he grabs me by the wrists and, with insatiable lust burning in his eyes, grabs my shorts and pushes them down my legs with one sudden yank. I fall down onto the bench as the fabric flies off me, my juices dripping down from my pussy and onto the seat.

  His crotch is right in front of my face, his cock pushing against his underwear and shorts as if it were a steel rod. I’m actually half surprised that his shorts aren’t tearing apart. Well, I can help with that. I press my hand on his crotch; his cock is pulsing furiously against me, and I slide it upward toward the hem of his shorts. My eyes never leaving his, I start pulling them down slowly, his cock pressing out against my knuckles as I go.

  Let’s see what you’re hiding under all these clothes, Colt.

  I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once; it’s thick, a small web of blue veins around his unbelievable length, and it’s pulsing with unbridled desire. To say that he’s huge is putting it mildly; seriously, how lucky am I? Two gigantic cocks in such a short time? Did I win the lottery or something?

  “You’re one of the biggest I have ever seen,” I smirk at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it; Colt can’t take a backhanded compliment, and I can tell the gears inside his testosterone-filled brain are already turning, trying to see if I’m comparing him with our stepfather.

  He’s right. I am indeed comparing the two of them, just not in the way he thinks. I’m comparing them because they’re both on the same level. These two have the biggest cocks I've ever seen in my whole life. Right now, I couldn’t be gladder to be sharing the house with them.

  I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forward, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

  That’s a good thing too, since I want to taste him as well.

  I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, pushing it up his torso. He does the rest, raising his arms and pulling it over his head. I hurry down to his shorts and boxer briefs and push them down to his ankles. Before he can step out of them, I grab him by the waist and move as fast as I can; I go up to my feet and then push him down onto the bench, forcing him to sit. He grins at me as I go down to my knees, taking his sneakers off and throwing them to the side; he kicks off his shorts then, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked man sitting down so close to me.

  Not wanting to waste any more time, I lean into him, parting my lips and taking the tip of his cock inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements and tasting his pre-cum. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure; I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it.

  Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. It isn’t easy, but I do my best; I only pull back the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock.

  Wrapping my fingers around his thick mast, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

  “Fuck, Karen…” he breathes out. Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and he bends over, his hands going around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time; with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

  I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do, something better than the awkward position he’s in right now, slumped over so that he can reach me..

  I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and, going back up to my feet, I just go for his shoulders and push him down. Hesitant, he sits down on the floor and I push him back until he’s lying flat on the floor.

  “Let’s see what you can do… brother,” I tease him, placing my feet by the side of his head. I start lowering myself, ready to sit down; realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips when I’m within his reach and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my folds and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.

  With my pussy on his face, I lean forward, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. Even his balls are huge; it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.

  I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a man who knows his way around women.

  We’re pleasing each other with our mouths; my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine, and it’s absolutely amazing. God, and to think that our stepfather’s cock was inside my mouth not so long ago... Thinking of that only makes me sway my hips against his face harder, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow.

  Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the whole room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, God, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.

  “Tired already, ‘sis?,” I hear him say, and I can almost picture the mocking grin he has on his face. I open my eyes and turn to him, and yes, there it is, that smirk of his.

  “I don’t even know what tired means,” I jab back at him, narrowing my eyes while my lips curl upward into a mischievous smile.

  “We’ll see.” He goes up to his feet, pulling me after him, and then pushes me down onto the bench, forcing me to sit. Before I can even catch my breath, he has me lying down. My legs are parting before my rational mind can even process what’s happening, Colt fitting right between them. Grabbing his cock, he leans into me and rubs its fat head against my pussy, slapping it down against my clitoris in a way that makes me bite down on my lip.

  I buck my hips at him, but he keeps on rubbing his cock against my folds, each coming and going motion of his placing the tip of his length deeper inside of me.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he teases me, whispering against my hear. “I’m your brother, after all.” Oh, I know what he’s trying to do, but I’m not going to play his game. I nibble at his ear, tracing its contour with the tip of my tongue.

  “Stepbrother, Colt,” I wh
isper with a wicked smile, lacing my legs on his lower back; I pull him into me with such harshness that he has no other option but to sheath his cock up to the hilt inside of me. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream as his thickness strains against my walls. “My stepbrother.”

  “I had no idea you were this wicked,” he growls, straining against my hold and pulling his cock out before ramming it all the way in again. Well, Colt, I guess you’re starting to know who your stepsister really is …

  With one hand under my neck and the other holding me by the waist, he starts to thrust at me furiously, his thickness completely ravaging my inner walls. God, even after fucking Daniel I still can’t get used to how mind bending it feels to have a cock so large and thick inside of me. Where have these two men been all of my life? They’ve always been around, of course… But so far away at the same time, kept away from me by society's standards of decent behavior. Screw that.

  He fucks me mercilessly, his cock pounding into me so fast and hard I can’t even tell if it’s coming or going. And who cares about that anyway? All that matters is that it’s inside of me, right where it belongs.

  And oh my God.

  His cock. It’s so big. It’s touching me inside.

  Everywhere that Daniel was. Everywhere that he pushed, Colt is applying pressure.

  Every nerve that Daniel stimulated is firing again. This time because of Colt.

  My brother is conquering all the parts of me that Daddy claimed so recently.

  I can’t hold on much longer. My mind is going blank, each thrust of his choking down all rational thoughts on my brain; it doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up, a river of volcanic pleasure coursing through my veins in boiling ecstasy.

  “Oh God, I --” I stop mid sentence, a scream erupting out of me as I climax again, my legs letting go of him and flailing in uncontrollable ecstasy. I scream and moan, my muscles feeling numb as electric pleasure starts to pool inside of me, filling me up to the brim.