Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE (5 page)

CHAPTER NINE
THE STEPBROTHERS

When I returned to the living room, Patricia was tidying up the living room. Everyone else was gone.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Everyone went to sleep. You look like you could use some sleep,” Patricia said to me.

I ignored the jab. “James too?”

“James was very tired,” she said.

I offered to help clean up, but Patricia insisted that I was much better off using the extra time to get some sleep.

When I returned to the guestroom, James was already out cold on the bed, snoring loudly.

I lay down next to him. The moment my body hit the bed, he rolled away from me.

On the nightstand next to the bed was the photo album I had perused earlier. I tried closing my eyes to sleep, but the image of Frank’s devilish grin kept me from dozing off.

I couldn’t sleep at all that night.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to James snore for what felt like hours. I was haunted by Frank’s proposition. Even worse, I was haunted by the guilt that I’d considered it, and was still considering it.

I flipped through the photo album again—and again, and again.

A shadow moved across the crack beneath the guestroom doorway. Someone was still awake. I sat up and listened carefully. There was a loud, long wooden groan on the other side of the wall, as if someone was there, listening into our bedroom.

The shadow moved across the doorway again, and I could hear gentle footsteps become quieter as they became farther and farther away.

I got up and walked to the doorway. James remained fast asleep in bed, snoring away.

I opened the door and walked into the dark hallway. A splash of moonlight stretched from the window at the end of the hall, to the floor outside the guestroom. I made my way around the corner and into the living room. The room was dim, lit sporadically by the dancing flames in the fireplace. Standing by the stairway towards the basement was Frank. He turned and looked at me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.”

“You’re up late.”

“So are you,” I replied.

He looked back downstairs.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” he said.

“Me neither.”

Frank stared at me for a moment, in silence.

“Can I ask you something?” Frank asked.

“What’s that?”

“What do you see in him?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you see in James?”

I was not prepared for that question.

“Umm—” I said. “He’s smart. And he’s tall—handsome.”

“No offense, Brenna, but the James I know is none of those things. He was good in school, sure—but he’s always been a bit slow. The James I know is an asshole who has only ever cared about himself,” Frank said.

I didn’t have an answer.

“He’s always bringing girls home. They break up after he gets caught in some elaborate web of lies that he made about his life,” Frank continued. “Let me guess, he told you that you were the first girl he’s brought home for Christmas?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Frank said. “No offense to you, but you’re not. Far from first.”

“You don’t belong here, with him.”

I looked down at my feet. I knew he was right, but it was bad timing. I took a breath, fighting the tears from my eyes.

“Come here,” he said.

I slowly walked over to him.

“Just try to enjoy the next few days here, and then do what you have to do afterwards.”

He could see I was trying my best not to cry. He put his big, muscular arms around me and hugged me tightly.

“Why would he lie?” I asked.

“You’re beautiful—way out of his league,” Frank said. “Can’t say I blame him.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Come this way,” he said.

He began to lead me down the stairs.  We walked through the door into the basement bar.

Charlie was sitting at the bar. He looked up at me as I walked in with Frank and he smiled.

“Brenna,” Charlie said, greeting me.

I tried to force a smile. The room was dimly lit from the light above the bar. Frank walked passed me, towards the bar.

“Can I get you something?” Frank asked.

“I’m okay, thank you.”

Frank smiled and walked towards me.

“You need to relax. You’re going to ware yourself thin.”

“I know,” I said, looking down at my feet.

“Look at me,” Frank said. He placed his hand on my chin and gently tilted my head up.

I took a deep breath.

He smiled. “Just relax.”

“I want to.”

“You can get on a plane tonight. Get out of here. We’ll take care of James. Don’t settle. Don’t let yourself become a little accessory in his life.”

“We know what you want, Brenna,” Charlie said.

I stood in silence for a moment.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Look. There’s no need to be nervous, you know,” he said as he looked back at Charlie and smiled.

I didn’t respond. Frank leaned over and put his warm lips against my ear.

“We can give it to you,” he said.

I felt that same rush of energy from before travel through my body. I couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t be right…

“James isn’t good enough for you,” Charlie said. “He doesn’t know what he needs. You know what you need.”

“But I—” I started.

“Shh—” Frank said to me as he took my hand in his. “Just do what you think is right. You want to go up to James, go. You want to walk out of this house and get on the first plane back to California, go and do it. You want to be here, with us?”

I stood frozen for a moment, and then looked up into Frank’s eyes. He smiled at me and moved his hand up to my face. He stroked my cheek gently. Charlie stood up and walked towards me. My body tensed up, but I remained in place. I wanted them so badly, but my mind was struggling with justifying it. James wasn’t for me, and it was becoming painfully obvious.

Charlie walked behind me and placed his hands around my hips. Then, sliding his hands up, he moved my sweater up and over my head, leaving me in my bra, which I could feel his hands begin to undo.

Frank leaned in and kissed me. As he pulled away, he gently bit down on my bottom lip and pulled it back a little bit. Craving his soft, warm lips, I leaned in forward and kissed him deeply. My bra fell to the ground and Charlie’s hands reached around and grabbed my tits. He began to squeeze.

I pushed my tongue hard against Frank’s then took my hands and slid them under his shirt onto his rock hard body. I moved them up and down the ridges of his defined abs and chest. His hard nipples pushed against my skin. Charlie’s hands began to squeeze harder and I could feel my pussy begin to heat up and moisten.

Sliding my hands down, I began to undo Frank’s belt. I pulled it away, pulled down his pants and then pushed my hands down his boxer shorts onto his semi-erect penis. I grabbed it in my hand and began to fondle and pump it, transmitting the sexual energy being charged through me from Charlie’s hands. The three of us stood there like a sexual circuit.

Then, Charlie began to remove my shorts along with my panties, leaving me fully nude standing between the two men. Frank stepped back and removed his shirt as Charlie spun me around and pulled me into him; kissing me deeply. His hands moved up and down my naked body as I began to remove his pants as well.

His cock sprung out, fully erect. It was long and thick, with large veins running through it. I grabbed it with my hand so that I could feel it throbbing. Frank stepped into my back and I could feel his now fully erect cock press up against my butt. I was sandwiched between the two naked men as they caressed the length of my naked body.

Charlie sunk down and pressed his face up against my pussy and I began to feel his wet, warm tongue stroke my clit. I threw my head back autonomously in pleasure and Frank grabbed onto me and began to suck on my neck as he fondled my boobs. With every deep squeeze he made, his fingers would end up on my nipples, gently rubbing and squeezing them.

The two men worked away at my body almost in synchronization with one another. As Charlie pushed his hot tongue along the length of my dripping wet vagina, Frank would squeeze my breasts hard. I could feel his cock throb as it sat, perfectly nestled between my warm butt cheeks.

Charlie’s tongue moved south and started to run longer lengths, extending all the way from my anus to my clit. He moved his tongue in a small circle around my asshole and then would move north and push his tongue up, deep into my pussy. As the pleasure built up in my body, my knees began to weaken and my body started surrendering to my stepbrothers.

Charlie stood up and I looked him in his charming eyes. He smiled, took me by the hand and led me towards the couch. He laid himself down on his back and pulled me on top of him. I looked down at him then leaned in to kiss him.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me in closer to him. I reached down blind with my hand, grabbed his cock and guided it straight into my pussy. I squeezed his thick member in with force and felt my warm juice squeeze out to make room for him.

Charlie began to thrust himself into me, over and over. I could feel every centimetre of his massively long cock push in further and further with every thrust. My breasts began to bounce up and down as he held me around the neck, pulling me in closer and closer.

I felt Frank’s large, muscular hand against my back as he stepped over Charlie and I on the couch. His knees planted themselves next to mine as he settled into place. The tip of his penis glided along from the top of my butt crack, down past my anus and right to my pussy, where Charlie’s thick cock was already pounding me. Charlie pulled out, allowing Frank to push his cock into my pussy for a turn. At first, there was a sharp pain but my muscles quickly relaxed and his enormous throbbing muscular cock slipped right in.

The two men took turns—pounding me senseless for a minute before trading out with the other.

As I began to relax and my body became less tense, they picked up speed. I melted down into Charlie’s warm body.

I gasped.

My pussy became tight, stretching wide. Both men were entering into my body. They moved gently at first.

I was fully stuffed with two enormous cocks. Frank’s big strong hands reached around and grabbed onto my tits and he squeezed hard every time he launched his cock into me.

I moaned loudly. A powerful elation vibrated through my body and I lost control. I began to scream out loud.

Frank grabbed my mouth his hand, silencing me. Charlie placed his hands around my hips and began to use his own force to pull me down against his pelvis. The tingling sensation in my pussy intensified to the point I lost total control of my body. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, but I was muffled my Frank’s warm hand.

I came. My legs trembled. My pussy quivered.

Frank squeezed my tits as hard as he could. He was close—I could feel it; his cock swelling and throbbing. Charlie’s warm, humid breath glistened against my shoulder as he pushed harder, faster, stronger. He was close.

The two men were going to cum into me at the same time. I was ready for it. I wanted it so badly. I pushed my body back into them, hard, over and over again. I could feel the veins of both cocks as they pumped blood aggressively. Then, in the exact same instance—

The brothers pushed in hard and my body filled tight with their hot loads. I took an enormous breath in and closed my eyes. All the tension released from my body and I fell limp into Charlie.

They slid their hard cocks out of me and their giant loads of warm cum poured out. Charlie turned his head and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“Get out of here,” he said. “Go find a man who deserves you.”

CHAPTER TEN
NEW LIFE

A buzzing elation stayed with me, long after the act was through. I returned to the guestroom, feeling light. I floated up the stairs as if my body was filled with helium.

James was still passed out, face down on the bed, his body sprawled out across the whole mattress. I opened my suitcase and stuffed it with all of my clothing. James’s sporadic snoring continued until long after I was out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the house.

I looked back at the quaint moonlit house one last time before my cab pulled up.

“Where to, lady?” the cabbie asked.

“Airport,” I said.

I watched the house become smaller and smaller as the cabbie pulled away. We turned the corner, and my father’s new family became nothing more than a distancing memory.

Snowflakes hung stationary in the still night air, glowing orange from the warm streetlights above. The streets were abandoned, silent.

There was only a single stewardess working the forlorn airport.

“There’s a flight to LA in an hour. I can put you on standby,” the stewardess said.

“That would be fine,” I said.

“I just need to see your ID—and the credit card the flights were booked on so I can refund the difference.”

I pulled the wallet out from my purse. As I pulled my credit card out, a photo fell out. It was the photo of Charlie and Frank wrestling on the beach.

“Ma’am?” the stewardess said.

“Sorry,” I said, handing her my credit card.

I ran through the moment with Charlie and Frank over and over again on the plane ride home that night. It all seemed to happen so fast. Just a couple of days ago, I was on a plane with James, thinking about how I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. Now, I was on a plane alone, thinking about the last time I saw him; snoring as I snuck away to fulfil my sexual fantasies with James’s brothers—with my stepbrothers.

I felt bad but at the same time I felt free. James was not the man for me. If it wasn’t for Charlie and Frank, I might never have realized it. I might have just fell further and further down the rabbit hole.

The sun was beginning to rise. I watched the sky become a beautiful golden colour from black through the small plane window.

By the time James would realize I had left him, I would be back in California, looking for a new apartment—looking to start the next chapter of my life.

I landed at the LAX airport, in Los Angeles. I got into a cab, and headed home.

“Twenty-six bucks,” the driver said to me.

I pulled out my wallet.

The photo of Charlie and Frank was gone.

“Miss?” the cabbie said to me.

I settled the bill, headed up to my apartment.

It was Christmas Eve morning, and I was alone—but I was not lonely. Too often, the future seems to be predetermined—a giant book full of written pages. The next pages of my book were empty, ready to be written by me, the way I wanted to write them.

THE END