Lust - A Stepbrother Romance (7 page)

“Yeah, you do,
cause you’re so fucking nasty. Now who’s your daddy, Lizzie? Huh? Who’s your
real fucking daddy?” I ask, pounding my dick extra hard again so she gets the
point that she better give the right answer.

“You are,” she
practically screams.

“Now cum on your
daddy’s big fucking dick, Lizzie, now.”

A second later she
bursts all over my dick and I laugh loudly. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Good
job, nasty girl.” I know I can’t take it anymore and I pull out, dropping my
load of cum all over her ass. It’s a lot too and before she can stop me I yank
my phone out of my pocket and snap a few pictures.

“What the fuck?”
She yells, turning around to get herself together. “Erase those!” She’s clearly
pissed.

“No way, those are
mine. I can’t wait to watch them later and jerk off. It’s going to be so
fucking hot.”

She opens her mouth
to protest even more but before she can I close the distance between us and
kiss her on the lips. “Bye, you nasty girl. Daddy will call you later.” Then I
grab at her huge boobs one last time and wink at her before I leave her
standing alone in the middle of the yard more confused than ever.

Chapter 18

LACEY

I stare at myself
in the mirror. I didn’t even look like myself. I would have never picked out a
dress like this on my own. It was pink, short, and way to tight for my body
type.

But Austin loved
it.

I was also wearing
a bright blue panty set that Austin had picked out. He insisted that it made
him feel all hot knowing that I was wearing things he picked out. Knowing that
he was in control of what I was or wasn’t wearing. The whole thing made no sense
to me.

Just like what had
happened in the dressing room earlier made no sense to me either. But whatever,
I was going to take this one-day at a time. And after this week was up I could
go back to my normal life and figure out how to make something happen between
me and Ethan
.

Until then I just
had to take this moment by moment and then I would completely forget about
stupid Austin.

And as I make my
way out of my room and down the hall to dinner I almost convince myself it’s
true.

**

AUSTIN

It was really
starting to piss me off the way that Ethan was looking at Lacey. I mean he had
wanted nothing to do with her for years and now suddenly he was all into the
idea of having her around. I knew the look he had on his face, I knew my twin
brother, and he was interested in getting with her.

And I couldn’t
tell him what was going on because I had promised Lacey I wouldn’t as long as
she played along with my game. One of the rules had been that
Lacey needed to stay away from Ethan for the week
,
I wasn’t an idiot
. I wasn’t going to let him try and seduce
her when I still wanted to have some fun with her.

I make my way down
the stairs toward dinner and convince myself that I’ll be able to deal with
Ethan later on or that somehow, maybe by magic, he will just go away and I wont
have to deal with the current situation at all.

It’s unlikely, but
hey, a guy can dream.

**

ETHAN
                                                                                           

Elizabeth was so
fucking annoying.

She kept blowing
my phone up about those fucking pictures, telling me to delete them. Yeah, as
if that was going to happen.

I had been
ignoring her.

I had better
things on my mind.

Like Lacey.

Tonight was the
night I was going to seduce her, no matter what it took.

And I couldn’t
fucking wait.

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Chapter 1

“If you want me
you have to have us all,
Lyss
.”

My eyes grow wide
at Travis’s words. I can’t believe what my stepbrother is saying to me. If I
wanted to have him I had to have my other stepbrother’s too? As in… all 3 of
them?

Travis looks down
at me with his perfect blue eyes, they burn into me with desire and lust. He’s
begging me for my permission, begging me to let him take me and have his way
with me.

But while his twin
brother’s watch?

And then have a
turn?

I hated the
confusion that flowed through my body. How could I even be considering such a
crazy idea? Letting my three triplet stepbrothers dominate me and do whatever
they wanted with me? Why was the idea so thrilling?

What was wrong
with me?

I bite my lip. Did
wanting to do it make me a slut?

I look up at
Travis again. I reach out and run my fingers over his muscular chest. He snaps
my hand away, burning his eyes deep into mine. “No,
Lyss
,
all of us.”

I look over at my
other two stepbrothers. The same looks on the outside, but all so different on
the inside. The thought of pleasing Travis thrills me. The thought of pleasing
them all thrills me. I always had a weird connection with them. A connection
that I was never really able to explain to anyone else.

I felt like I
belonged to them.

I look from one
set of eyes to another and then to another.

Back and forth and
back and forth.

And then I smile
shyly. Finally giving into my desire.

“Okay.”

And I bet if I was
miles away I would still be able to see their smiles.

**

12 hours earlier

I stare at myself
in the mirror of my dad’s bathroom. Straight brown hair, pale complexion,
boring brown eyes. There was nothing exciting about me. Nothing that made me
feel like I was anything special, anything that would ever get Travis’s
attention. Or any of my stepbrother’s attention for that matter. Or any guy’s
attention.

The few boyfriends
I had had in my life were just like the rest of my life.

Boring.

Predictable.

Not exciting.

Go to class,
study, do homework.

Wake up and do it
all again.

There was no
passion in my life, no danger, no fear of the unknown. It was like I knew
everything that was going to happen to me before it happened.
 
I could probably tell you what would be
happening in my life on this day a year from now. And that was exactly the
problem.

I was sick of it.

Sick of never
really feeling alive.

My stepmom walks
into the bathroom, stopping in her tracks when she sees me. Her perfectly done
up face falls as she takes me in but she recovers fast, plastering the same
fake smile on her face that always comes across her lips when she’s trying
to
 
hide
her
distaste for me.

“Alyssa,” she says
between her deep red lips that I can’t help but notice seem to be turned up in
disgust now. “I thought we talked about you being in my bathroom when I’m not
in here.”

“I was just
putting some clean towels away,” I offer to her half-heartedly. But I know it’s
not much use, she seems to find a problem with everything I do.

“Oh,” she pauses,
like maybe she’s trying to figure out the best way to put what she says next.
“You don’t have to do that. I can put the laundry away.”

I want to point
out that when I don’t put the laundry away she complains about how she’s only
one person and can’t do everything around the house but like so many other
things when it comes to my stepmother, I know it’s no use.

“Oh, right.
Sorry.” I offer her a small smile and slide past her small frame out the door.
My stepmother was definitely not the type of person to live a boring life. Even
a stranger would be able to see she was anything but boring. With her beautiful
tan skin and long blonde hair that always seemed to look perfect, even when she
just woke up. She was 46 but looked like she was about 32. It

only
made
sense she couldn’t stand me, I was the exact opposite of everything she stood
for, everything she worked for.

I was average.

And her and her
sons were anything but.

“Alyssa?” she
calls before I have a chance to make a clean break.

I turn around to
face her.

“Remember,
personal space is one of the tools that a healthy family needs to operate
successfully.”

Then she shuts the
door in my face.

I sigh and turn
around to head out of my stepmom and dad’s bedroom. I knew better than to be in
here when she came out. My stepmom had been disappointed in me since the moment
she met me six years ago. Even at 15 I could see the disapproval in her eyes,
the judgment. I clearly wasn’t what she was expecting and the second I set eyes
on her sons I understood why.

They were
flawless.

Three years older
than me the triplets were everything I wasn’t. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes,
muscles and abs for days. They were the
apple
of every
girl in our school’s eye.

Their run down is
as follows.

Travis
-
 
The
oldest by 15 minutes, and he
never let anyone forget it. He thought he should get the best of everything
just because he had been the first born, he bossed the other two around easily,
taking control of every situation that any of the brothers were presented with.
He was always in trouble. Always out drinking and partying with his friends and
multiple girls. Travis didn’t do girlfriends, Travis did sex. I had been
obsessed with him since the moment I saw him, wanting him just like every other
girl in the world. Something about his power was overwhelmingly sexy. Of course
the feeling wasn’t mutual but still, sometimes I felt like there was something
there. Something deeper than he was willing to admit.

Liam
– The middle twin. He was
just as popular as Travis but in a more traditional way. Known more for being
good at sports and for being student body president than for being a wild party
animal like Travis. He was currently playing basketball at one of the best
colleges in the country. Girls had loved him just as much as Travis growing up.

Tyler
– The youngest in every
sense of the word. He didn’t play any sports and he wasn’t anywhere near as
wild as Travis. He reminded me of myself more than either of the other twins.
He studied hard, enjoyed reading, and got good grades. He was kind of shy like
me, more on the quiet side. He got girls based off of who his brothers were.
And of course basked off of how he looked.

Combined the three
of them had ruled our school and years later they were still ruling our town.
Travis drove me crazy but if I was being honest they all did. Separately they
were special. Together they were like a shooting star that everyone was dying
to catch a glimpse of. A unit of perfection that was untouchable
except
to a select few.

And god how I
wanted to be one of those few.

Chapter 2

I don’t make it
all the way out of my dad’s bedroom before I’m being grabbed around the waist
and dragged out of the room backwards. Travis’s strong arms cling to my waist
and send shivers up and down my entire body. His fingers slide up my button up
sweater and tickle me up and down my stomach as he carries me down the hall.

“Oh, Alyssa,
remember that personal space is the key to a happy family,” Travis mimics his
mother’s voice in my ear as he carries me further and further away from her
annoying sing song voice.

I giggle, kicking
my legs up and down against his knees but secretly loving every second of his
closeness. “Travis, let me go.”

I feel like a
little kid again, getting attention from my first crush.

“No, no. Not until
I teach you all about the rules of a successful healthy family.” He pushes me
into my room and closes the door shut behind us, kicking it effortlessly with
his foot.

“Now, Alyssa,” he
says as he tosses my body onto my bed. “Rule number one; self discipline.” He
looks around my room until his eyes land on a half eaten package of cupcakes I
had been munching on earlier when I was studying. He grab’s the package off my
dresser and takes one of the chocolate cakes out. He holds it in his hand and
shoves it toward my face. “Do you want this cupcakes, Alyssa?”

I giggle. I loved
when he played this game with me. My stepmom had become obsessed with this
self-help book recently that was all about marriage and how to blend your
families in a healthy manner. Why she had decided to become into this book
years after her and my father had married was beyond me, but I had long ago
stopped trying to figure the ways of my stepmother.

Ever since she
started quoting the rules at family dinners Travis had played this game where
he pretends to tell me all about the rules and tries to make me follow them. It
could get pretty silly at points.

I nod. “Yes,
please, Travis.”

“Well you can’t
have it!” he declares.

He holds it closer
to my face, waving it back and forth just out of my reach. “Do you think want
it?”

I shake my head
back and forth, trying to not giggle anymore. “No, I don’t want it.”

He grins, showing
off his perfectly white teeth. “Are you sure you don’t want it? Not even just
one bite?”

He’s dangling the
cupcake in front of my eyes now, waving it back and forth like a prize that’s
just out of my reach. I move my face a few inches closer to him, opening wide
to take a huge bite out of the rich chocolate. His eyes move down to my mouth,
watching my lips move up and down as I chew. “Is it good?”

“It’s so good,” I
admit as I swallow the last piece of sweetness.

Travis tosses the
rest of the cupcakes back onto my dresser and pounces on me, tickling me up and
down the sides of my stomach. “You’re a bad girl, Alyssa, you didn’t follow the
rules.”

I giggle, trying
to swat his hands away from me but it’s no use, and they’re everywhere. Up and
down my stomach, my thighs, and my neck. Every time I move to protect one part
of my body, Travis attacks another. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I’ll
be good.” I somehow mange to get out in-between muffled breaths and giggles.

Travis stops,
taking in my tiny body underneath his huge muscular body. He looks me up and
down slowly, as if he’s considering his options. “I don’t know, Alyssa. How are
we ever going to operate as a healthy blended family if you can’t follow one of
the twenty million rules that are set forth in this house hold?”

It’s a line that
my stepmother uses a lot when we do something she disapproves up, especially when
it’s me. Naturally, she’s always gone easier on the triplets.

“I’ll listen
better, I promise.”

He shakes his head
back and forth while his intense gaze burns into mine. “No, you need to be
punished.”

I loved this part
of the game.

When he would make
me do something totally silly and ridiculous as punishment for not following
the rules. God, I loved flirting with him. It was so exciting and sexy. It was
probably the most exciting thing I did through out my week. I doubted he loved
it as much as I did, but I didn’t care.

It was enough of
him to get my by.

Enough of a small
fix to get me through the day.

The door to my
bedroom swings open and Liam strolls in, raising his eyebrows at the sight of
Travis still practically on top of me. “Playing without me?”

Liam knew all
about the game we made out of their mother’s rules. If he was around he was
always down to play along, but he didn’t ever take the opportunity on his own
the way Travis did.

Tyler never played
along. I was pretty sure he thought the whole thing was ridiculous and
childish. And it kind of was, but hey, I wasn’t going to be the one to stop it.
I was enjoying the attention of it too much.

Travis shoots his
brother an annoyed look for interrupting us but jumps up from my bed anyway. I
try not to show my disappointment as he puts more and more distance between the
two of us.

“Just trying to
come up with Alyssa’s punishment.” He shoots me a wink.

Liam laughs. “What
rule did she break this time?”

“Not following
directions.”

“Ah,” Liam says.
“She always seems to have trouble with that one.” He smirks at me from across
the room and I stick my tongue out at him.

“HELLO? TIME FOR
DINNER, I SAID!”

The sound of my
dad’s voice comes up from the bottom of the steps and travels down the hall
into my bedroom. I jump up from my bed and smooth my sweater down. “Oh, well,
looks like it’s time for dinner. I guess my punishment will have to wait until
another day.”

I push past my
stepbrothers and head toward the hallway, trying my best to get myself under
control. The last thing I wanted was to give my stepmother another
excuse
to launch into a lector. And acting like a child at
dinner was definitely one of her pet peeves.

“Not so fast,”
Liam says, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me backward down the hall before I
have a chance to get any further away from them. He turns to Travis, a hint of
mischief twinkling in his blue eyes. “I have an idea.”