Chapter 11 Double Trouble #5
In part, maybe I should feel ashamed, but what does it matter who I sleep with if everyone is of age and consenting?
Yes, our parents are married, but they’re not my blood siblings.
It’s not like they touch each other either.
I know we are going to face unnecessary backlash from this, but as long as I have them, I’m okay with it.
Four Weeks Later
Classes have been back in session for two weeks now.
Things have slowly died down with everyone being hyper-focused on my relationship with Declan and Darian.
At first, it was hard. We couldn’t go anywhere near campus without someone saying something.
I’ve been called everything from a whore to being told I will burn in hell.
There was one rumor that was being spread about how the guys forced me but that died down fast when I sat in Darian’s lap, straddling him.
We were at the park with Shauna and Jared having a little picnic before the guys played football with the rest of their group.
At home, things have been wonderful. They sleep in my bed with me, and I get unlimited sandwich cuddles. This morning, I woke up to Darian about to slam balls deep into me. Before he did it, he said “Morning, pretty girl.” Then he made my eyes roll back when he surged into me.
It’s a beautiful late summer day and I’m in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch.
When I put the last cup away, I go to the living room to find the guys.
Instead, I find Darian sitting on the couch with his head laid back.
Naturally, I take this opportunity to climb into his lap to straddle him.
This startled him awake, but then he smiles and wraps his arms around me.
“Hey,” he mumbles.
“Tired?” I ask.
“Yeah. I chose to fuck my woman instead of sleeping this morning,” he says.
“So… too tired to fuck your woman again?” I ask, pressing my hips into him. He groans and slides his hands up my thigh and under my dress, but then stops and narrows his eyes at me.
“You don’t have panties on,” he says.
“I don’t,” I smile. Darian grins before shifting so he can pull his cock free. I immediately lower myself on him.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls me to his chest and turns us so he can lie back on the couch. I feel a hand on my back followed by the sound of the lid of a bottle opening.
“Are you two just always ready to try and destroy me?” I ask as Declan slides into me, making me groan. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“You are so goddamn beautiful between us,” Darian says as he matches Declan’s movements.
They start to fuck me harder and faster, and my moans become ragged, and I am desperate for a release.
Every time I take them like this, I can feel them in my belly and it’s deliciously painful.
Just as my orgasm starts to peak, a sound causes us all to jump up from the couch.
I cover my mouth and back up when I see my mother and stepfather at the front door.
The guys quickly fix their pants before looking to see that I am decent.
“What is going on?” Mom nearly shouts.
“What the fuck is wrong with you three?” Charlie barks at us, matching Mom’s anger. He looks at me next. “And you. Was this your idea?”
“Stop it, Dad,” Declan snaps. “You two are being fucking dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” he yells. “We just caught you two fucking your sister, and I am being dramatic?”
“She is not our sister,” Darian says. “We didn’t grow up together as siblings. You two didn’t get married until after we had graduated high school. You are turning this into something it isn’t.”
“You three should be ashamed of yourselves,” Mom says with a frown. “I thought it was just a rumor that something was going on, but I guess you all are as sick as I thought.”
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to get a call saying that your sons are sleeping with your stepdaughter?” Charlie asks.
“Is that why you showed up unannounced and didn’t knock? What happened to giving us privacy?” Declan asks.
“I own this fucking house, and don’t you fucking forget that Declan,” he says, still yelling.
“I’m sorry,” I say through tears. I back away from everyone slowly. I can feel the vortex of panic inching closer, ready to make me spiral. I have never seen Charlie or Mom mad before. “I’ll go. I’m sorry.”
“Mia. Wait,” Mom calls out. I shake my head before turning and running to my room. “Mia. Stop.”
I race to my room, and I can hear someone following me. It feels like my lungs are trying to collapse as I throw open my closet and try to find a bag through my tears. Arms wrap around my body, pinning my arms to my chest, and the panic slams down on me harder than I expected.
“Let me go!” I scream through my growing sobs as I drop my weight to try to slip away.
“She’s having a panic attack. She needs her medicine,” Mom says as she frantically searches for it. Charlie looks dumbfounded in the doorway.
“Both of you shut the fuck up or get out of the goddamn room,” Declan yells at our parents. “This is your fucking fault, so just stop.”
Darian pulls me into his lap, against his chest. He has a firm grip on my arms so I can’t move. “You need to breathe, baby,” Darian says softly.
“I c-can't. I c-can't breathe,” I stammer through my cries.
“Yes, you can,” Declan says as he kneels in front of me. He takes my hands and Darian moves his arms to band around my waist. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Come on.”
“I’m trying,” I whisper.
“Not hard enough, Mia. Take a deep breath,” Declan encourages.
“You’re going to make it worse,” Mom says.
“What the fuck did I just tell you?” Declan says curtly. “Just stop it.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“No, ma’am. None of that. You have done absolutely nothing wrong. You hear me?” Darian asks and I nod, trying to breathe.
“We have talked about this many times, Mia. We love you and you know that. I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. They can die mad for all I care, but we are not going anywhere. Do you understand?”
I nod again. “No, say it,” Darian says.
“I understand,” I say quietly as my breathing starts to level out.
“Good girl. So, we are going to get off the floor and tell our parents to fuck off. If we have to move, we will move. Jared has that whole basement apartment that he’s offered us if shit blew up. Okay? The three of us will be just fine.”
“Thank you,” I say, sniffing back my tears. “Both of you... thank you.”
“No thanks needed, babe. You are not fragile, so we won’t treat you that way. Get up,” he says as he pulls me up to stand, then hugs me tightly. “I love you, Mia.”
“I love you too,” I say when I pull away and wipe my face then hug Darian. “And I love you. I’m sorry I screamed at you.”
“It’s okay, sweets,” he says, kissing my head.
“And you two,” Darian says to our parents when I pull away. “You two should be fucking ashamed of yourselves. What the fuck is wrong with you that you can’t act like you have some sort of common sense?”
“Guys...” Mom starts to say.
“If you ever talk to your daughter like that again, I swear to God, you’ll regret the day you met me,” Declan threatens.
“She is your child and you just treated her like trash. You, of all people, should fucking know better because you had men beating you and screaming at you while she watched. She has anxiety because you kept her in that environment. She just panicked because the one person in the world who should protect her screamed at her.”
“I know,” Mom says softly.
“You raised us to be proud of ourselves and to own our decisions,” Darian says to Charlie. “If you can’t accept this, then fuck you. We are adults and can do whatever we want. The fact that you two came in here screaming like a bunch of children is ridiculous.”
“Let’s not forget that your immediate response was to blame her,” Declan says.
“I’m sorry, guys. We overreacted,” Charlie says cautiously. “Mia... I’m sorry.”
“Don't apologize to me just because you got cussed out by your son,” I snap.
“Mia, honey. Your mother and I have seen too many panic attacks of yours to count. I have never seen someone calm you down the way they just did. You understand that, right? If that doesn’t say something about the bond that you three have, I don't know what does,” Charlie says.
“He’s right,” Mom says. “I’m sorry, Mia. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” She walks closer and puts her arms out. I roll my eyes but hug her.
“Please don’t treat me like that,” I say quietly. “I know it was shocking but I didn’t deserve to be treated like some whore.”
“I know. I’m sorry, honey,” she says as she pulls away.
“I have so many questions but none that I want an answer for,” Charlie says, and I laugh. “I do know that we will knock from now on and give you three plenty of notice before we show up.”
“Good,” Declan says. “Because that was really unfortunate timing for Mia.”
“Just another thing to add to the list of things I wish I could unknow,” Charlie says.
“Don’t worry,” Darian says to me. “We’ll finish what we started later.”
“Alright. I’m uncomfortable now,” Mom says as she turns and leaves the room but stops in the hallway to wait on Charlie.
“We will be in town until tomorrow afternoon. Call us afterwhile and we can meet for dinner,” Charlie says, then hugs me. “We love you guys. Don’t get pregnant.”
“Uh...” I say. “I... might have to take a test tomorrow.”
“Christ... Okay.” Charlie sighs and turns to mom. “We can always move closer so we can help, and no one has to quit school.”