“Come here,” I tell them both, climbing down from the bed and kneeling on the floor. They stand up, towering over me like two naked gods, and I do what both my mind and body beg me to; I reach for their cocks and, grabbing their shafts with an iron grip, I start stroking them as fast as I can.
My hands move so fast they become a blur, and it doesn’t take long for both their cocks to start spasming against my fingers. “Cum for me,” I purr at them, anxious to feel their seed on my body, “cum all over me.”
Sloane’s the first. A long strand of cum shoots out from his cock and I don’t even have the time to open my mouth; it hits me straight in the face. Drake follows a fraction of a second later, but this time my mouth’s already open wide, and his cock simply gushes a raging river of cum over my tongue.
I keep on moving my hands back and forth over their shafts as they come, milking them until there’s not a single drop of semen inside their bodies. They spray their seed all over, warm cum dripping down my face and neck, its warmness hiking up the curve of my breasts and coating my hard nipples.
“Fuck,” Sloane groans as his cock gives its final spasm, the last drops of cum dripping down from its tip and into my hand. I let go of their cocks and stand up, a sly look of mischief on my face.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” I whisper, grabbing my breasts and smearing their cum all over my naked chest.
“Mess? I think you look just perfect,” Drake whispers right back at me. His hands dart to the nape of my neck and he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth on mine and slipping his tongue past my lips. I close my eyes as our tongues dance over a white blanket of cum, gooey strands glistening on our lips.
Grabbing me by the hair, Drake pulls back and looking at me, he holds my head as Sloane leans in. I kiss my stepbrother as Drake holds me, both their seed blending inside my mouth as exhaustion finally starts taking over me.
“See? We’re a family, we can share,” I say with a laugh, throwing myself on top of the bed and staring at the ceiling with a delighted smile.
“I guess you’re right,” Sloane agrees, lying down by my side. Drake occupies the other side of the mattress and we just lie there in silence, the minutes passing by us as we enjoy each other’s company.
For the first time ever, I actually feel like we’re family.
A very wicked family, but a family nonetheless.
Sloane
Two fucking days.
That's how long it's been and I feel like I've been in some sort of alternate fucking universe. Ever since what happened with Drake and Natalie went down, it's made me question so many of the things that I used to hold close to me.
I'm sitting in my office right now, staring out the window.
I haven't been so quiet and pensive in a long, long time.
I think the last time that I was like this was when ... when Mom died?
Jesus fucking Christ.
I need to get a fucking grip on this whole entire situation. I feel like I'm losing control.
One moment I'm arguing with Drake. The next moment I'm fucking the same girl as him?
One moment Natalie is with Drake. Then she's with me. Then she's with the both of us?
And what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I turned on thinking of sharing Natalie with my stepdad? What kind of fucked up family dynamic is this?
This takes modern family to a whole new fucking level. Literally.
But that's not the worst of it.
Not by a long shot.
See, almost every sizzling sinful moment of what happened between the three of us gets me hard. But what's starting to get my cock twitching uncontrollably is far, far worse.
But it's so fucking hot it makes me not care where the fuck I am. To just whip out my dick and start jerking it till I cum is all I want to do when I think about it.
What is it?
The thou