That’s when Daniel chooses to push his cock inside of me again, its tip stretching me once more at it slides in. I gasp as I feel his long inches in me again, closing my eyes as my brain goes through an overload of pleasure.
"So tight," Daniel whispers, and I open my eyes just in time to see Colt placing both hands on our stepfather’s hips.
"Tight is exactly the word I was looking for," Colt says, and then he starts sliding his cock inside of Daniel’s ass. He moves slowly, his thrust a maddening crescendo, and only stops when his whole length is inside of Daniel.
"Now it’s a party," I say, and the words have just left my mouth when Colt slides his cock out and then thrusts as hard as he can. Daniel grits his teeth, hissing as an expression of raw pleasure takes over his face. Matching the rhythm of Colt’s hips, he starts to fuck my ass as well, and I just let my head fall and close my eyes, my hair cascading down my shoulders.
"This… is… perfect…" I moan between thrusts, the pleasure the three of us are feeling blending and turning into a perfect storm. I let the sound of flesh on flesh drown all my other senses, and it doesn’t take long for me to come again.
I explode with a scream, and it claws up my throat so harshly that I have no idea how I’m still breathing. My body falls forward, Daniel’s cock popping out of my ass in a fraction of a second, and I just lay on the mattress in a lump, twitching and trembling in a feverish state.
On the verge of passing out—this time for good—I roll to my back and open my eyes. Daniel is now the one on his knees, and Colt is behind him, thrusting so hard that beads of sweat are dripping down his forehead. His lips are pursed and his smart eyes are focused on Daniel’s body, an expression of wild joy and abandonment deepening the soft creases in his face.
Without even getting up, I just reach for Daniel’s cock and start to stroke him as Colt fucks him. My hands move back and forth at a gentle pace, but that’s enough for Daniel’s cock to spasm slightly against my fingers, a groan exploding on his lips.
"I’m close, I’m so fucking close," he says, and I let go of his cock at once. I take a moment, my lungs making a mighty effort to keep the air flowing, and then I prepare myself for the grand finale. It’s time now.
Summoning whatever strength there’s still in me, I sit up on the bed and then climb out of it, kneeling on the floor.
Breathing hard, Colt slides his cock out of Daniel’s ass, and then both men follow after me, climbing down from the bed and standing up over me, their cocks pulsing as hard as they ever have. With a wanton smile, I take my hands to their pulsing members and start stroking them, ready to drive them over the edge. It doesn’t take long; no more than ten strokes in and I feel their cocks twitching abruptly.
Daniel cums first, a white rope of semen hitting me square in the face. Not one second after that, Colt gushes into me, warm strands of semen hitting me on the mouth; I have to lick my lips dry, scooping up a few drops of it into my mouth. In a torrent, their cum keeps gushing all over me, dripping down my face and chest. I open my mouth wide, allowing for it to land on it and coat my tongue as well.
I take my hands to my cum-covered breasts, squeezing and massaging them while I mix their semen, their gooey juices covering my skin. I rub their cum all over my chest and tits, and then brush my fingers over my face, my skin feeling slick and glistening.
When I realize what I’m doing, I’m already scooping thick strands of cum with my fingertips. My eyes jump eagerly from Daniel to Colt as I place my fingers inside my mouth, sucking them dry while their cocks give their last and final spasms.
I get up, my skin prickling as all that semen drips down between my thighs. I lean into Daniel, kissing him on the lips, and then do the same with Colt. They don’t flinch at their own taste; they simply embrace it. Kissing them both, I let their cum blend inside my mouth, one final and unique flavor coating my tongue.
"Well…" I whisper, looking from one to the other. "I guess this gives a whole new meaning to what a family really is." Colt grins in response, his lips glistening from the semen, and Daniel reaches for me, softly stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
"You’ve made us a real family, Karen."
"You did," Colt agrees, and I can’t find the right words for a moment such as this.
They’ve said it all; we’re a real family now.
Epilogue - Karen
"Dinner’s ready," Daniel shouts from the kitchen, and I open one eye lazily, stretching my arms and sitting up on the couch. I yawn, looking at the clock on my phone and realizing that I must’ve fallen asleep. And these two didn’t even bother to wake me up; they just went right ahead and got dinner ready while I was asleep. It sure feels good to be treated like a princess; that much is for sure.
I run one hand through my hair, tidying it up, and then go up to my feet and walk to the kitchen. Daniel is down on one knee, taking something out of the oven, and Colt is busy uncorking a bottle of red wine, a small kitchen towel draped over his shoulder.
"You two look lovely," I tell them, gently smiling, and Colt grabs the towel on his shoulder and throws it at my face. I move out of the way quickly, avoiding it, but by the time I turn my attention back to Colt he’s already on me, his hands on my waist.
"No, you look lovely," he whispers, looking into my eyes with more than just lust; there’s love there.
"She does look lovely," Daniel says, coming up to us and placing one hand on my waist and the other on Colt’s. "And do you know what else looks lovely? Dinner."
"Agreed, I’m starving," I tell them, pulling back from their embrace and ambling down to the table. The plates are already there, red napkins neatly folded under the cutlery and the open bottle of wine sitting on the center.
It’s been like this every day for the last year. Since we saw my mother for the last time, we finally became a real family. Sure, the three of us always end the day by fucking to exhaustion, and that makes
us a rather unusual family, but a family nonetheless. And a happy one.
I serve the tray-baked chicken Daniel cooked for us as Colt pours the wine, and there’s a moment of silence as we look into each other’s eyes. I smile, and God, this last year it seems there’s always a smile on my face.
I could tell you that we moved to Paris or something, or that we live in a huge palace and own private jets and all that. But it’s nothing like that, really: we live in the same old house, and our daily routine is a simple one. Yeah, we splurged on a huge bed for the master bedroom, but that’s about it.