I mean, making a baby could be a fun process…
With the Morgans especially …
Those tall, dark-haired, muscular men are all I can think about lately. I’m in a constant state of arousal, it seems, thanks to them.
Who would have guessed that alphas like that – successful, gorgeous, smart – would be into a curvy girl like me? But they are. I know they are by the way their dicks harden when they turn my way, and by the way they look at me like hungry animals ready to pounce on their prey. They like my sinuous S-shape, my full breasts, round belly, and wide ass. They like the way I look, but even more, they like how my body’s so receptive.
Because it’s like I’m a doll, doing whatever they say, opening myself, touching wherever for their pleasure. I’ve been around plenty of pretty boys, even some that seemed kind of interested in me. But never has my curvy form been such a magnet.
Call me a slut, but it feels good. And I’m ready for more. I’ve already gone so far with them, further than I’ve ever gone before, allowing them to lave at my breasts and lick at my pussy. I let them see between my ass cheeks, practically inviting them to fill that darkest of places.
My head shakes, still confused.
Is this really who I am?
Maybe it is.
Oh god, maybe it’s the real me.
But if so, what do I do when this ends? This is summer, and they’re just home to help their father. When they leave, will I ever see them again? They’re all so gorgeous, intense, and commanding. I couldn’t ask for more. So what happens after they this is all over? Sayonara, see ya later, wham bam, thank you ma’am?
Summer or not, I want them. If I asked ten people, at least nine would tell me that dabbling with a bevy of brothers is wrong. More than wrong. Gross. Sinful. Slutty.
But maybe I see men like food. I want to touch and taste and smell. I want to savor and explore. And these magnificent males are willing to allow me to do that. No judgment.
Plus, imagine the babies they could create, with those perfect faces – cheekbones that could cut glass, coal-black hair, dazzling blue eyes, and bodies that can’t be real. And I just need one. Just one seed to plant in my womb.
The thought makes me ache inside, the crease of my jeans now soaked with juice as my hips gyrate mindlessly. I can’t get enough of these men. Some breast play, a shower show, and a few strokes of a man’s hand are not enough for me.
Not anymore, at least.
I want more. And I want it now.
They say I’m a pushover, a teen girl who’s shy and sweet.
And I am that.
But it’s not enough.
Not anymore.
I need more.
More of everything.
And I’m gonna get it … some way, somehow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sam
Being the first of seven sons means you’re expected to be the responsible one. Which means I feel like a total fucking asshole for being the last of my brothers to get home.
Shit. Our dad is really sick and I’ve been in New York, unable to get away from the trading floor long enough to check on the man whose sperm helped create my handsome ass.
He’s a devil, too, my father. Charming and fit, Ted Morgan made all the ladies swoon back in the day. And we know where we got our mile-high libidos, too. I’ve caught him and my mom in the act a couple times over the years.
It’s fucking gross, but yo, go Dad! Fuck, I remember being like six the first time it happened. Ted had Maddy tied to the bed, spread eagle, big bush on full display. He was blowing his wad all over her chest, talking about giving her the pearl necklace she’d always wanted.
Of course, I was too little to understand the scenario before me, but as I grew up, it became apparent how they made seven babies. They went at it like rabbits, day in and day out. My dad, my hero.
Because in my family we work hard and play harder. Maddy stayed home to raise us, which was entirely her choice. And I get it. With seven kids, the cost of sending us all to daycare would have been prohibitive. So yeah, Maddy was a real champ, raising seven high-energy boys while keeping our home nice, the fridge stocked, and servicing my dad’s raging sexual needs.
Of course, she was curvier when we were younger. Back then, she had a few extra pounds around the waist and my dad was the first to point out that a well-fed woman with some meat on her bones was the sign of a woman whose focus was on family, rather than herself.
But Maddy got skinny after we all left the house for college. She got real fit and slim, saying she was finally gonna lose that baby weight with the help of some weird pills, combined with the South Beach diet and Tae Bo. It’s fine I guess. I mean, it’s not for me to say what works and what doesn’t. Billy Banks has sold millions of videos, who am I to question his method?