14
SEBASTIAN
When I hear Colby whistling while the coffee machine percolates, I know something is going on. Thisdude is never cheerful in the morning unless he’s gotten laid. It’s like when he comes, he exorcises his grumpy demon for as long as it takes for it for his internal tension to build up again.
I glance at Micky, and he’s watching Colby too, but instead of wearing a frown to match mine, the small smile on his face makes him look fucking ridiculous.
Now I’m feeling paranoid. Have they teamed up about something I don’t know about? I roll my lips between my teeth and spread butter thickly over my toast. Colby stirs sugar into his coffee and hums.
What the fuck?
I guess I could sit here for the next five minutes and pretend I’m not noticing all the weirdness going around this house, or I can just demand answers. The latter seems like more fun. “Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on? It’s like I walked into a room after someone told the punch line of a joke, and no one wants to fill me in!”
Colby glances at Micky and then focuses on his coffee again. I swear he’ll wear a hole in the bottom of that cup if he doesn’t stop stirring soon.
“I’ve got to head in early today,” Colby says, ignoring my demand for answers. “I’ll see you guys at training.”
“Errr…” I wave the knife in the air as my brother heads for the door, his travel coffee mug in hand, but Colby doesn’t respond. As he disappears through the door, Micky stands quickly, his chair scraping the tiled floor. “And where are you going?”
“Early start,” he mumbles, folding his toast into an awkward sandwich before quickly leaving his plate on the counter.
“Of course,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “I’ve never seen you two so keen to leave in the morning.
Unlike Colby, Micky has the decency to glance at me with an apologetic grimace before following the route our older triplet took seconds earlier.
And then I’m left alone in the kitchen to chew on my toast and my paranoia.
When, minutes later, Ellie walks into the room with a bounce in her step and starts humming, too, I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on. What I don’t know is why I’m the only one who’s left out.
“Morning.” I nodin Ellie’s direction, and she beams a smile at me, her eyes seeming to linger on my bare chest. Usually, she’d say something about the inappropriateness of me walking around only half-dressed when I share a house with her, but today, her tongue darts out to moisten her lower lip and blush pinks her cheeks.
Interesting.
“Morning, Sebastian.” She heads to the coffee machine and searches for her preferred pod before loading it up. She used my full name. Curious. “Where is everybody?” she asks.
“Early starts all around today,” I say. “It’s like my brothers were desperate to escape my company!”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Ellie says brightly.
“But you don’t seem to be so eager to get away from me.” I cock an eyebrow and watch her blush deepen. Not for the first time, I wonder if she had that same flush to her cheeks in the closet.
“Keep talking like that, and maybe I’ll leave early, too,” she says.
“Ah… there’s my Ellie,” I say, smiling at her usual sass.
“My Ellie?” She rests her hand on her cocked hip, and my dick kicks beneath my sleep shorts. I love a perfectly manicured girl as much as the rest of them, but I prefer a woman who’s mussed from sleep and scrubbed free of makeup.
“You could be, you know,” I say, pushing a little to see if my suspicions might be correct. “I can keep a secret. Our parents wouldn’t have to know.”
“Sebastian!” she gasps, but the flush that started on her cheeks has crept over her chest. Her chocolate eyes are sparkling with mischief rather than anger.
“It’s not like we haven’t already done things we’re not supposed to, is it? I know it was dark in the closet, but my mind conjured up many images. Maybe it’s time I got to see if the images are anything close to reality.”
Before Ellie has a chance to reply, my dad lumbers into the kitchen like a grumpy, middle-aged cock block. It’s unusual for him to be around at this time. I guess the party and the copious amount of alcohol he consumed have made it harder for him to get out of bed. “Morning, son,” he says. His bleary eyes search the room for Colby and Micky. “Your brothers left already?”
“Yep. It’s like I have cooties or something,” I say.
“Or maybe they have more motivation,” dad replies, and for the millionth time in my life, he makes me feel like the lesser triplet.
“Sebastian has a whole lot of motivation,” Ellie says. “He’s acing his classes.” Glancing up in surprise, I wonder how the fuck she knows how I’m doing at school.
“Is that right?” dad says. Even with his ridiculous bed hair and his striped shorts tucked under his belly, he still manages to appear condescending.
“It is right.”
“Well, that’s good to hear.” Dad frowns at Ellie as she passes with her coffee in hand and gives me a sly smile. She sits on the opposite end of the table. Our eyes meet, and a jolt of electricity crackles between us. Reaching out, she grabs the corner of the piece of toast on my plate and snatches it, taking a big bite.
“Mmmm….” She rolls her eyes at the deliciousness of the thickly spread peanut butter. “How do you eat this and not put on any weight?”
“You should run drills with Coach,” I say. “I reckon I could eat a horse, and he’d still find a way to make me burn off the calories.”
“Colby has bulked up,” Dad says. “He’s focusing on eating clean and lean.”
“I don’t see any difference between them,” Ellie says, taking another bite. A little peanut butter lingers at the corner of her lips, and when her tongue darts out to lick it away, I follow the movement with a fascination that borders on the obscene. “Anyway, peanut butter is loaded with protein.”
Dad grunts, opening the door to the refrigerator and staring into its depths. I want to point out that he’s developed quite a gut over the past few years and could do with going clean and lean himself, but I don’t have that kind of relationship with him. He’s the kind of man that likes to deal out advice and criticism as thickly as I spread peanut butter but would hate to receive it in return.
Ellie reaches out to hand back my toast, and I take it, purposefully eating where she bit first, remembering the sweet taste of her mouth and the warmth of her skin against my tongue. Her eyebrows raise as I lick my lips with relish.
“Will you make it to our next game?” I ask my dad.
“Nope,” he says, closing the refrigerator. “Busy putting peanut butter on the table.” His eyes focus on the empty jar in front of me. He turns away to stare at the open door. “Lara. Will you come and make me some eggs?”
Out of sight, Ellie rolls her eyes. Her mom appears with her makeup and hair done to perfection, dressed in a bright purple yoga outfit. I don’t miss her pinched expression. “Of course, honey,” she says.
I guess I don’t really understand their relationship at all.
In two huge bites, I finish my toast and rise from the table. Watching Lara cook eggs while my father waits for them is too much for me to deal with so early in the morning. Plus, having dirty thoughts about Ellie with our parents around feels completely wrong.
All day, I contemplate my brother’s avoidance and Ellie’s cheerfulness. At training, I focus on my dad’s dismissiveness, which motivates me to push harder. In the locker room, my brothers are strangely quiet, and for the first time in a long time, we all drive home separately. Colby and Micky choose to eat dinner in their rooms, blaming assignments and late-night online study groups.
Ellie chats with her mom over the pot roast in a way that feels surprisingly bright and without the usual undercurrent of tension that is often detectable between them. In a way, Ellie’s relationship with her mom reminds me of my relationship with my dad. There is friction in place of affection, disappointment, and disapproval in place of pride. Ellie usually bristles in response, but she’s happy today, and her mom seems to go along with the mood.
I head to bed with a swirling washer of different emotions. Questions linger at the edge of my mind as I drift into sleep, curled around the spare pillow that is a poor substitute for the warm body of a willing woman.
When an arm slides around my waist from behind, I stir in the darkness. “Ellie?” my sleep-addled self murmurs, and she chuckles lightly behind me.
“You were waiting for me?” she whispers.
I twist in her arms, coming into wakefulness. Her eyes are sparkling, even in the darkness, as my gaze rakes over her mussed hair and delicious state of undress.
My asshole brothers.
Is this what’s been going on behind my back? Nighttime bed swapping with our sexy stepsister. And I’m the last to experience the fun. It’s not fucking fair!
“What can I say? I’m the eternal optimist,” I smile, using my fingers to push Ellie’s curls back from her pretty face.
“That and your brothers are terrible at keeping a secret,” she says.
“They didn’t tell me, but Colby’s humming and Micky’s shifty expressions were revealing.”
“Colby was humming?” The brightness of Ellie’s smile makes me laugh.
“Yes. I was as surprised as you.”
“I must have done something right.”
“I’m sure you did everything right.”
“So confident in my sexual abilities,” she laughs, swatting my arm, and God, I love how she looks with her pretty curls spread over my pillow and her peachy skin fresh and dewy.
“Have you not learned yet? Men are simple creatures. If you’re willing and make the right noises, we are as happy as can be.”
She brings her lips close to my ear. “We can’t make any noise, Sebastian, unless you want your dad in here giving you pointers on what Colby could do better.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head before I snort. This girl is not only pretty as a picture, but she sees it all clearly too.
“We might be triplets, but our similarities are only skin deep. You must have worked that out by now.”
“I have,” she says, stroking my face. “Micky wears his heart on his sleeve. Colby puts everything in neat boxes and keeps them tightly shut, and you use laughter as a defense mechanism.”
“Defense, or maybe just a tool to diffuse. You know I don’t like it when a conversation gets heavy.”
Ellie shrugs, and I feel she likes her original idea better. Who the fuck knows why I always turn to humor? Maybe it’s just my character. Maybe it’s because I had two serious brothers, and the family needed someone to be the fun one. We’re all shaped by the other people in our lives and chiseled by our experiences.
“You don’t always need to be the fun one,” she says, reading my mind. “Like now. You don’t need to make me laugh. This doesn’t have to be anything other than the two of us making each other feel good.”
It’s not until she says those words that I realize how braced I am to prove something. My shoulders are tense, and my mind is whirring over everything she’s saying and doing. I am waiting to pick up tiny expressions and adjust how I respond. I guess I’ve never been aware of how much I need to mold myself around other people.
“You don’t want to laugh?” I ask, still attempting to take the seriousness out of the moment, trying to divert her eyes away from who I really am, but it doesn’t work.
“I don’t want to feel like we’re here to prove anything to each other. I just want to play. Just kiss me, Seb,” she says. “Just use that smart, funny mouth of yours like you did in the closet when you didn’t know it was me and I didn’t know it was you.”
So, that’s what I do.
I kiss my stepsister, in my bed, in the dappled moonlight that bleeds through my drapes. I use my mouth to search out her secrets, find the place Micky got to explore during our seven minutes of heaven, taste Ellie’s sweetness, and listen to her soft moans. I feel her come against my lips and I smile against her damp flesh, knowing that I made her feel as good as it’s possible to feel.
When I climb over her spent body, I expect to find her eyes closed, but she gazes at me with a wide, bright smile.
“Now it’s your turn,” she says.
My turn.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she instructs, her tone bossy as she slides off my mattress and kneels on the floor.
“You don’t have to…” I start to say, but she puts up her hand.
“Just do as you’re told, Sebastian.”
God, the way she says my name makes my cock kick between my thighs. When I do as she’s ordered, Ellie shuffles forward until she’s kneeling between my legs. I’ve been given head before, but never like this. No girl has ever looked at my cock so hungrily before from such a subservient position.
I don’t know why, but my cheeks feel hot, and I run my hand through my sleep-mussed hair as she wraps her cool fingers around my length.
“Either my cock is huge, or your hands are weirdly child-sized,” I say.
“No jokes,” she says before she dips her head and takes me between her slick lips, and damn, I just about lose my fucking mind. Even if I wanted to tell a joke, I wouldn’t be able to formulate one. Not with her cheeks sucked in and her lips wrapped tightly around her teeth. Not with the moans she makes, swallowing me into her throat like my dick is the most delicious dessert she’s ever eaten.
I rest back on my hands and close my eyes to regain control, but I can’t keep them shut for long. I want to watch Ellie swallow me deeply. I want to commit the image of her on her knees to my dark and filthy memory.
I let her suck me until my thighs are trembling and my hips won’t keep still, and my hands are itching to grab her hair and ram her mouth deep onto my cock. I let her suck me until I explode in her throat, holding my mouth tightly closed so I can’t groan or curse or tell her that she’s the most beautiful, perfect woman I’ve ever had the privilege of having in my bed.
She swallows me down, staring up at me with puffy lips and bright eyes, and I can’t believe my luck. “Fuck, Ellie,” I mutter when I’ve eventually regained control of my brain.
She climbs onto the bed next to me and I throw my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and planting a kiss on the top of her head. “We might have to leave that part for tonight.” She pats my thigh.
“I don’t think so,” I say, taking hold of my cock, which is already semi-hard. With a few more tugs, he’s ready to go.
Ellie stares at it, then up at me with wide, bright eyes. “Are you serious?”
“What do you think?”
Before she can object, I roll onto my back, taking Ellie with me until she’s straddling my lap. Her pussy is hot against my cock, and I know how perfect she will feel wrapped around me. I reach for my nightstand drawer and find a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and hand it to Ellie. “It’s time to wrap your present, sweetie.”
I put my hands behind my head and watch her get to grips with stretching the thin latex over my hard, thick cock. Biting her lip, she struggles, and I just want to laugh with the sheer joy I feel in the moment. “ People aren’t supposed to wrap their own presents, Sebastian,” she says eventually. “Do you want to give me a hand?”
“I want to give you my cock,” I say. “Is that not enough for you?” Taking over, I use my tightly closed fist to roll the condom down, and then I grab Ellie, manhandling her into the right position. All the while, she’s smiling down at me, her hair hanging over her soft breasts, nipples peeking through, teasing me to the point of delirium.
“Give it to me then,” she whispers, shifting her hips until I slide in just an inch. Clenching my glutes, I shove upwards against the grip of my hands on her hips, and I’m buried deep in an instant. Ellie’s pretty midnight eyes roll back at the sensation. She’s so fucking tiny, and I’m so big, but somehow, we’re totally made for each other.
When she rolls her hips, leaning forward to brace her arms on the bed, I lean up to kiss her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”
“Do you kiss my mom with that filthy mouth?” she snorts as her eyes roll back with pleasure.
I kiss her pretty lips, teasingly soft and slow, until her mouth parts, and she allows me deep and deeper. Her tongue slicks across mine with the same rhythm as her hips move, and we become like one.
In the darkness behind my eyelids, my mind recalls flashes of Ellie over the years; the first time we met her over burgers when she was a shy teen dressed in chunky black boots and an oversized sweater; the day she moved into our house with uncertain eyes scanning everything in sight; the first time she fell asleep on the couch with her hair spread in a tangle over the pillows like sleeping beauty. She’s grown and changed before all our eyes, becoming a beautiful, confident woman who’s capable of unraveling me like a cat with a ball of wool.
The closer she brings me, the stronger the need to feel her against me. Pushing up from the bed, I sit with her in my lap, face to face, chest to chest, helping her grind closer, deeper, pushing from beneath until our bodies are slick and we’re panting loudly in the dark.
“Fuck, Seb,” she gasps, throwing her head back as her pussy tightens around my dick. I watch everything hoping that I’ll get to experience this again, even as I suspect I won’t.
Because Ellie hasn’t come to us to build a loving relationship. She hasn’t changed the way she looks at us. We’re still her stepbrothers.
Loving relationships don’t start with furtive fucks in the dark while our parents sleep in the next room.
She’s come to scratch an itch we created in the dark closet at a frat party when none of us knew what we were doing.
And once she’s scratched that itch, she’ll want to return to how things were.
But I don’t think I can.
Pleasure tightens my belly and my chest, but I won’t come without Ellie’s orgasm first. “Shit,” she gasps, digging her nails into my back. “Shit, don’t stop.”
As if I could.
The temptation is there to pound into her harder and faster, but that isn’t what she needs. More of this tempo will take her over the edge, and then it’ll be my turn.
When she comes, she draws blood on my shoulders, but I don’t give a fuck. The surge of my orgasm strips me of any kind of care. I cling to her, holding my cock as deep as she can take me, unable to even gasp her name.
We flop against the bed, a sweaty heap of ecstasy, and I bring her into the crook of my arm, kissing the top of her head with a fierceness that shocks me.
I’ve never felt a primal urge to own a woman before. Girls come and go, and that’s always been fine with me. As long as it’s lighthearted and fun, I’m in my element. But with Ellie tucked against my chest, I suddenly face the knowledge that I want her to be mine. The idea that another man will get to feel this way with her makes me sick to the pit of my stomach. Well, another man who isn’t my brother. I’d share anything with Colby and Micky. I’d give my life for them, and I feel the same about Ellie.
Mine.
The word surges through me, and my arm grips her more tightly.
“Why now?” I ask her.
She tips her face, and her eyes dance from left to right, searching for the motivation behind my question.
“You really want to know?” she asks softly.
“Of course.”
She blinks and moves to put distance between us, but I don’t let her. If we’re sharing truths, we’re doing it closely.
“Gabriella dared me to fuck Micky.”
“Why? That seems like a fucked-up thing to do.”
“Because she thought it was something I wanted,” Ellie says softly.
“I sure hope it was.” I frown as thoughts scramble inside my skull.
She nods.
“And Colby?”
Her mouth twitches. “Micky dared me, and then Colby dared me to come to you.”
I turn my head away from her, staring into the corner. Suddenly, everything we’ve done seems enveloped by shadow. A person’s intentions change a physical act and knowing that Ellie came to me because of something Colby instructed is like a stab to the heart.
Ellie must sense my disquiet, because she rests her hand against my face and turns me until I’m forced to look into her dark eyes. “This was good, Seb. Really good. Better than I could have ever hoped for.”
“But you came because you were coerced,” I say.
“I came because you’re an amazing lover,” she grins. It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, a page out of my very own playbook.
“I don’t get it,” I say. “If that was the reason, why do you need the dares? Why leave it until after Micky and Colby?”
She turns in my arms until she’s staring at the ceiling. “It’s hard to explain.”
I guess she doesn’t want to say more, but I leave the silence between us in case it encourages her to open up. When she doesn’t, I stroke her arm.
“Do the dares make you happy or sad?” I ask.
“Happy,” she says quickly. “Can’t you tell?” I shrug and bring the sheet around her so that she doesn’t get cold.
“So, should I give you another dare? Is that what you want from me?”
“That’s not the way dares work, Sebastian,” she says seriously.
Staring at the ceiling, I count all the things that I love about this moment with Ellie. The warmth of her skin against mine. The comfortable way we relate to each other. How easy it’s felt to move from stepsiblings to lovers. What we’ve done should feel complicated, but it doesn’t. Being with Ellie feels familiar, and that isn’t something I’ve ever had with a girl.
I don’t like the idea of daring Ellie to do anything, but if that’s what it’s going to take to show Ellie just how good it could be to have a relationship with me and my brothers, then I’ll do it.
It’s too important an opportunity to pass up.
“After class tomorrow, I dare you to meet me, Colby, and Micky at Molly’s Motel. I’ll message you the room number.”
Ellie inhales long and deep. “You serious?”
“As a heartbeat.”
“Why?” she asks, still staring at the ceiling. I wonder if she’s noticed that there’s a crack in the plaster that’s shaped like an eagle’s head.
“Because I think you want it, and I definitely want it. After what happened in the closet, I want to show you how good it can be with all of us.”
She turns in my arms and looks deep into my eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve done the right thing. “Molly’s?” she asks.
Fuck. I thought she was going to say no.
I rest my hand against her heart, feeling the soft thud beneath my palm. “Tell me you want it? Make me believe it’s true, or the dare is off.”
She clasps her hand over mine and presses it harder against her warm skin. “I want it, Seb.”
Ellie waits to see if she’s done enough to convince me. I lean forward and kiss her, invading her mouth, needing to be inside her again. She groans and tugs at me, and I feel the truth in her touch. I believe her.
Drawing back, I smooth the hair from her face, resting my hands on both her cheeks. “Molly’s,” I whisper. “And don’t wear any panties.”
A small nod and a wide smile are her responses, and it’s enough.
It won’t be the first time I’ve shared a girl with my brothers. That aspect won’t be a big deal for us, but it will be for Ellie. Three against one. It’s a huge dare to give her. And we’re not small guys. Three massive guys and one small woman. She’s gonna need courage to take on those odds.