I always thought my brothers were troublemakers, but this…this was on a different level.

The night air bit at my cheeks as I hurried to keep up with them, my hands tucked tightly into my hoodie pockets. When Daniel called me out of the blue and told me to meet him at their place—now—it didn’t seem like I had a choice. Not with the way his voice sounded. Daniel could be demanding, sure, but this was something else.

“Are we almost there?” I asked, feeling the creeping unease of walking so far off campus with them.

“Relax, Bethie,” Daniel said, flashing me his typical grin, but something serious was in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

I tried to play it cool, but the heavy, tense vibe around them was impossible to ignore. Michael and Tad flanked me on either side, steering me through the dim, shadowy streets toward their rundown off-campus apartment. I felt trapped, surrounded by my own brothers but with no idea what they wanted with me.

We finally reached their place, and once we were inside, I took in the mess—pizza boxes, empty coffee mugs, textbooks scattered like they hadn’t been touched in weeks. I’d tease them for it, but I kept my mouth shut.

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall. “Alright,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. “Mind telling me what this is all about?”

Daniel and Michael exchanged glances, and Tad leaned back on the couch, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Finally, Daniel looked at me with a smirk that was anything but reassuring.

“You might want to sit down for this, Bethie.”

I stared at Daniel, crossing my arms tighter. “I think I’ll stand.”

Daniel shrugged, pacing a few steps, his gaze shifting between Michael and Tad. They were acting so strangely—usually, they couldn’t wait to mess around and tease me, but tonight, their faces were serious, almost grim.

I didn’t sit down. Instead, I stayed against the wall, arms crossed tight over my chest, looking from one brother to the next, trying to read their expressions. We weren’t blood siblings—Daniel, Tad, and Michael were my stepbrothers. My mom had married their dad when I was fifteen, and while they’d always treated me like a little sister, there was always a line. Tonight, though, felt like they were blurring it completely.

“So?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows. “What’s this about?”

Tad glanced away, his jaw clenched. Daniel and Michael exchanged looks, clearly waiting for one of them to start. Finally, Daniel stepped forward, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright, Bethie,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’re only going to say this once, so pay attention.”

Michael looked at Daniel, almost like he didn’t want him to continue, but Daniel held his ground. I swallowed, glancing at the door behind me, wondering if I should just turn around and walk out.

“You know we’re usually up to some crazy stuff,” Daniel continued, smirking a little. “But this isn’t about pranks or skipping class. This is something bigger, and we need you to keep your mouth shut.”

I forced a laugh, more out of nervousness than anything. “Are you kidding me? What did you guys do?”

Tad sighed, his face tense. “We’re in the car business.”

“The car business?” I repeated, my mind racing. “What does that even mean?”

“Stealing and selling cars,” Michael said flatly, looking at me. “We boost them, fix them if needed, and flip them.”

My stomach dropped, and I struggled to process his words. Car theft? I thought they would say they’d hacked into the school’s grading system or something. But this was a serious crime that could get them arrested—or worse.

“Y-you’re stealing cars?” I stammered, looking between them, trying to catch a hint of a joke in their eyes. But there was none. They were dead serious.

Daniel leaned against the edge of the counter, watching me carefully. “Look, we didn’t bring you here to freak you out. We brought you here because now, you know, and if you say a word about it to anyone, we’re all in trouble. You’re family, Bethie, and we don’t want to drag you into this. But now you know, so…here we are.”

My mind spun as I tried to understand what they were saying. “So…what?” I finally managed. “You think I’m just going to keep quiet?”

Michael crossed his arms, his gaze hard. "We know things about you, Bethie. Like that fake ID, you used last month to get into Jeff's party. Or that 'study session' you had with Professor Lowe's assistant. Imagine what Mom and Dad would think if they found out."

I froze. I hadn't even told my best friend about those things. How did they know?

Tad finally spoke up, his voice softer than the others. "We don't want to do this to you. But this is bigger than you think. Just keep your mouth shut, and we'll all be fine. You don't want to bring our parents into this any more than we do."

I looked at each of them, my chest tight with a mix of anger and panic. They'd trapped me, plain and simple, and I had no idea what to do next. My relationship with my stepbrothers had always been strange. We'd only been in each other's lives for a few years, yet we were expected to act like family. I barely knew them. They had already been in college when our parents got married. As a fifteen-year-old girl at the time, all I saw were three incredibly good-looking guys my mom insisted I treat like brothers. I spent half my time blushing whenever one of them walked into the room and the other half trying not to act like an immature child around them.

Then, when I turned sixteen and started bringing boys around, they kept chasing them off. It was part of the reason I'd only had one boyfriend so far. I'd finally admitted that I had an unhealthy crush on three guys standing before me, and I had no idea how to handle that. What was I supposed to say- Hey, bro, wanna fuck?

"I can't imagine the pressure you three are feeling," I say only half-jokingly. "I mean, you've basically kidnapped me. Spilled your secrets. You're trying to blackmail me with a fake ID and an affair you can't prove?" I stood up taller. "Seems like you don't have much to keep me quiet."

My words must have shocked them because, for five seconds, no one spoke. I watched as they looked at each other like they were having a silent conversation.

"So, you want it to be worth your while?" Tad asked with a chuckle.

"I guess we didn't give you enough credit, sis," Micheal adds.

Daniel smiles wide, his eyes smoldering. "I know something we can offer that you want, " he says, then pops his belt buckle.

I gasp, "Daniel, wait. " and hold up my hands. "We-we should talk about this!"

"Let's give it to her, guys."

Suddenly, I'm lifted and carried. A few paces down a softly lit hallway, a door bangs against something. Three steps, and I'm on a bed pinned under the weight of two of my brothers while the third stands in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Strip her," Daniel demands.

He held my gaze the whole time Tad and Micheal pulled me up and freed me of every last strip of clothing.

"We all know this is what you want, Bethie," Tad growls, his voice low and commanding. "I can see it in the way you squirm and whimper like a desperate little slut." He roughly palms my thigh, bringing my foot to rest on the bed as he spreads me wide open. Tad's words send a shiver of anticipation through me, my pussy already wet and throbbing with need. We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong, yet I can't find it in myself to stop.

Micheal strips beside me. His broad chest and flat, chiseled abs caught my attention. I can't tear my eyes away from him as Daniel kneels before me, his intense gaze making me feel exposed and vulnerable.

My arousal escalates when Tad's fingers slide down my tummy and spread me open, exposing me to all of them. I watch in fascination as I drip onto his fingers, unable to control my body's reaction to their presence.

"Wet and ready to take us," Tad hisses, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin. He pulls me forward into Daniel's arms, bending me over and positioning me exactly how he wants me.

Micheal takes Tad's place, his cock glistening with pre-cum and my own dripping juices. I twist around to watch as he grabs my ass cheeks possessively, fully exposing me for their pleasure.

"Micheal," I try to speak, but any coherent words are lost when he teases me with the head of his swollen cock against my drenched entrance. He rubs against my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body with each slow pass.

In front of me, Daniel's lips crush into mine with an intensity that consumes me. I surrender to his taste, losing myself in the warmth of his embrace and the taste of him on my tongue. His hands grip my hair tightly, claiming me as his own.

I gasp loudly, crying out into Daniel's mouth as Micheal finally enters me, sinking deep until his balls slap against my body. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I hold onto Daniel, unable to focus on one source of ecstasy.

Another mouth finds its way to my body, taking turns teasing each nipple until they are both hard and aching for attention.

I am entirely consumed by a whirlwind of sensations, my body a vessel for their touch and the overwhelming intensity of our shared passion.

They have fused together in a primal dance, igniting every nerve ending within me with electric sparks. My body is aching for release, craving their unrelenting touch.

Daniel's voice breaks through the haze, commanding me onto the bed. Without hesitation, I am lifted and positioned with my ass in the air, ready for whatever they desire.

"Spread her cheeks," he commands, and I can feel their eyes devouring me as I comply. Suddenly, a wicked tongue drags over my clit with expert precision, swirling around my throbbing center before caressing over the spot that only they know how to pleasure. A moan escapes my lips, and I surrender to their skilled ministrations.

"Oh God!" I cry out, my body trembling beneath their hands and mouths, begging for more.

"Shh, little sister," Tad's voice is a low growl in my ear as he takes charge. His hands grip my shoulders, holding me down as he leans over to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss.

"Let Micheal have his fill, or he'll be a pouting baby all day." Tad drags his fingers lightly down my spine and back up. Inch by inch, I slowly relax.

"Just like that, beautiful," Micheal coos. His lips and tongue are back on my body, and he's devouring me with ravenous hunger. A wave of longing and need runs through me.

I press back into Micheal's touch and moan when his fingers knead my cheeks.

"You're going to feel so perfect wrapped around my cock when I take you here."

Micheal growls, swirling his tongue around the rim of my tight ass before dipping inside. The overwhelming sensation makes me see stars as every nerve ending comes alive under his skilled touch.

My body moves instinctively, pressing back into him as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth and fingers. I can barely hear his words through the haze of pleasure that has consumed me, but one thought rings clear in my mind - he's tongue-fucking me, and I love it.

"Oh," I gasp. A full-body head-to-toe shudder rakes over me, and pure instinct drives me to arch my ass higher in the air, into his touch.

The mouth on my ass gets wilder, hungrier. He's tonguing me faster, and then suddenly I feel the head of a cock at my pussy entrance. The throbbing head spreads my pussy, and my pulse jumps through the roof.

I can't keep track of what brother is where; there are so many sensations. Daniel positions himself underneath me and, in one swift thrust, enters my pussy.

"Oh, God," I scream into the sheets, taking every last thick inch of Daniel's cock as his brother teases my ass with his finger, sinking in and out over and over again.

Daniel is slow at first as if he wants to enjoy making this last. But I know he's letting me get accustomed to his thick girth. He pulls out, allowing the head of his cock to keep my channel wide open for him.

With a powerful thrust, he drives into me, slamming home time and time again. No mercy, no shame. Just relentless lust.

This is so wrong. So dirty. Filthy. The shame it could bring to my family. I can't think about that right now, though. They won't let me.

I come apart for them. My mouth finds someone's, and our tongues tease together. The kiss grows deeper, hotter. I can't breathe, my chest is heaving, and I'm gasping by the time we break apart.

My eye flutters up to find Tad heaving just as heavily.

"You're going to come for them, naughty little sister. There's no holding back. No denying how they make you feel," Tad growls in my ear. He tips my chin up and presses the head of his cock to my mouth. Cum coats the fat, bulbous head, and, from the arrogant smile on his face, takes a huge amount of pride, rubbing it all over my lips. "And you're going to suck your brother's cock at the same time."

He is right.

Tad pushes forward, and I open for him. Moaning, I suck wetly on the head, taking all the cum I can get before sinking down the rest of his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat. Underneath me, Daniel fucks me like a man possessed by a singular mission.

I breathe heavily, wholly consumed with a building need to climax. Flames lick against my core, and it happens so fast that I'm left gasping for air.

I clutch the bed sheets so tight my knuckles turn white. I cry out around Tad's shaft, filling my mouth, but he doesn't slow. And I don't want him to.

Someone grabs my hips. My muscles clench and ripple. Hot cum spills down my thighs. I feel myself losing control. Not that I had any, to begin with. I'd be fooling myself to think I do.

Daniel pounds into me, his massive cock swelling, stretching me. 

Micheal sinks a finger past the tight ring of muscles in my ass and works me slow and steady while his brother grinds into me so hard, I have a hard time staying upright. All of it is so overwhelming to my senses. I didn't know what to focus on, so I stopped trying.

"I bet you like that ass being played with, don't you, little sister?"

Heat washes over my face as I take Tad's cock deeper into my mouth, caressing the underside with my tongue. I slurp and suck as I roll his balls in the palm of my hand. My reward is a nice amount of pre-cum on my tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Bethie. That's cheating." He pulls my hair into a ponytail, making sure to keep his hold tight so he can fuck my mouth harder and watch as he does it.

Daniel grinds into me. The sounds of our thighs slapping together fill the room. I feel the jerks of his cock before the ropes of hot sperm fill my pussy.

The second he finishes, Micheal lifts me, and I willingly go into his arms.

I pull him in for a kiss, our tongues dueling. When I turn around, I find Tad on his back in the middle of the bed and Micheal setting me on top of him.

Tad grips his shaft. "Slide down on me, little sister. It's time."

I feel Daniel's sperm dripping down my thighs. I'm panting, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Tad smiles warmly, his hands on my hips guiding me over him. "There you go, little sister, just like that."

He strokes himself, and God, he's so hard and thick. Precum drips from the tip, and I can't help myself. I lean down and suck him clean before gliding over the top of him.

"Wicked little thing," he groans, eyes wild with passion. "I like you greedy for me." He takes my hand to join his, and together, we stroke him from base to tip in slow movements.

I guide the head to my swollen lips, still throbbing from his brother's claim of me.

I take every inch and groan, feeling him slide into me, his brother's cum still buried deep inside.

Behind me, the bed dips. Micheal is kneeling behind me.

His dark eyes hold mine, and I know what is coming next. I've secretly craved this and wished for it. Fantasized about it and masturbated to the thought.

Tad and Micheal glance at each other, something passing between them unspoken.

The bed dips, and it's Daniel coming to kneel beside me, cock in hand.

He's still hard, and every inch glistens with my release. I blush, smiling. I look down. "Are you not satisfied?" I ask in a whisper.

He cups my cheek, raising my eyes to meet his. "This is how you've had me for years."

"All of us," Tad interjects.

"It's going to take more than once or twice to ease the ache we've been living with."

I could ask why they never said anything, but I already know why. What we're doing is forbidden and taboo. God knows what the consequences will be if anyone finds out.

My thoughts are interrupted. Pleasure roars through me, and I'm left breathless once again. Unable to think, only feel. Tad grips my hips and pounds up into me. He slams home once, twice, and I'm cumming all over him.

This is wild, untamed, unrehearsed. There's no way I ever want this to stop. 

My heart pounds. Blood roars in my ears and renewed hunger stirs to life like I didn't just live through the most powerful orgasm of my life minutes ago.

Strong arms wrap around my waist, and I know I'm safe taking every hard thrust Tad gives, with Micheal there to hold me steady.

Never in my life have I had something this intense happen to me.

Daniel winds my hair around his hand, dragging me forward to lay over Tad's broad chest. In this position, my ass is primed for anything Micheal wants, and damn does he look hungry.

Tad pulls out, but I'm not left wondering why.

Micheal takes his place, pumping his massive cock into me so deep and hard Tad has to hold me down.

One final pump, and he's gone, Tad right there to fill the void of my clenching pussy.

Pressure against my asshole has me holding my breath.

"Fuck, Bethie, you're heaven. Our heaven. Now take me in your mouth as you feel Micheal claim that beautiful ass."

I whimper, opening my mouth and taking Daniel as deep as he can go.

Between us, Tad reaches down and strokes a thumb over my clit as his brother pushes the enormous head of his cock an inch into my ass at a time, never stopping, never slowing until he is bottomed out deep in my ass.

"Take him, that's it, breathe and push back, let him in. It feels good, doesn't it? Dirty and fucking good," Tad whispers in my ear, shooting me to new heights with the simple power of his words.

I melt for them. Turn to liquid lava in their arms. I'm so filled, stretched beyond what I think possible. My orgasm hums on the fringes of my senses.

I moan feverishly around Daniel's shaft. He slowly sinks in and out of my mouth, letting me get a handle on all the new sensations flooding my body.

They fall into a hypnotic rhythm. Our bodies move as one. Their cocks pump in and out of me, all our groans and moans filling the room.

All three carry me high, their hands and cocks working me so expertly I’m ready to shatter.

“Bethie, come for us!”

I hear the words and know they have the power to command me.

Fireworks more giant than I’ve ever experienced explode inside me, leaving me momentarily blind. I pant, gasp, and roll through my release. Their words sound like they are being called through a tunnel-

“God, your mouth is pure perfection. I’m going to lose it.”

“Get ready to swallow me, baby. Drink fast and don’t spill a—” He roars with the power of his release. Pulse after pulse of cum spills into my mouth. I swallow fast, careful not to spill a single drop.

“Get ready for more, little sister. You’re going to take us both at the same time.”

Heat of another kind than I’m used to creeps over my body. 

Micheal has a tight grip on my ass, Tad on my hips. Together, they work me with small, powerful thrusts. I clamp down on them like a vice and milk them, shimmying my hips just right to put a look of pure bliss on their faces.

Hot jets of cum spill into my ass, and Tad empties every single drop inside my pussy.

I moan through a wave of aftershocks made ten times more powerful from the pulsating cocks filling me to the brim.

Shivering and a little more than just shaky from being shared between three men, I collapse over Tad’s chest. My pulse races, my breath catching.

Daniel moves from the bed to join us at the top, and Micheal grabs a warm cloth to clean me up. Daniel draws me in for a kiss.

“How’s that for blackmail, little sister? Or should we try again?” He asks with a glint in his eyes.

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I watch her from the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest. My step daughter Karen is home from college and sitting by the hot tub, feet soaking in the warm bubbles as she sips her drink. 

My wife won't be home for hours; tonight is book club night. This means my wife and her friends will drink wine, gossip, and talk about whatever porno-type book they're reading until she's good and sloshed and Ubers home.  

Karen and I haven't been alone in a while. Which is probably best because when we are, I find myself feeling like I am tonight. Watching her, my eyes roved over her curvy young body, wondering what her pussy tastes like. My mouth waters at the thought. I bet she tastes as good as honey. I reach down and adjust the bulge in my swim shorts. 

Karen is oblivious to my obsession. She's young and naive. When she came downstairs earlier this evening, my eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. I choked on my drink as she sauntered by me in the tiniest white bikini I had ever seen. Her full, perky breasts spilled over the top; her nipples visible through the thin white fabric. And when she headed out the door and turned her back to me, I had to hold in the groan when I took in her bikini bottom, riding up her plump ass. It jigged as she shut the door behind me like it taunted me.

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The van felt like it was holding together by sheer willpower as we barreled down the highway, miles of empty road stretching out ahead. Mark was behind the wheel, his "responsible driver" look in full effect, while Jake leaned back with his feet propped up, arms behind his head, as chill as ever. Luke, true to form, was somewhere in between, alternating between trying to help navigate and tossing out ideas on where we should go next. On the other hand, I was just happy to be out here with my brothers, with no real plan except to keep driving west.

We had decided to take a summer road trip at the last minute. Before long, we'd all be back in college, hitting the books. We wanted to soak up as much of the summer as we could.

"Think we're ready for a pit stop?" Jake asked, stretching his legs over the seat like he owned the van.

"I saw a motel sign a few miles back," I said, holding up my phone's map. "Perfect spot for our first night."

Mark gave a nod. "Yeah, I could use some real sleep. My back's already regretting this trip."

A few minutes later, we pulled into a little roadside motel out of the '60s with a neon sign that buzzed and flickered in the night. We checked in, grabbed our keys, and piled into a single room—two double beds squished together, a tiny bathroom, and a very questionable-looking carpet.

Jake, of course, had a bottle of vodka tucked into his bag and wasted no time cracking it open. "Road trip tradition," he announced, pouring us each a shot.

We toasted, laughing, the excitement and freedom bubbling up as we took that first shot, then another. Soon enough, we were swapping stories and confessions, laughing louder as each one got bolder.

"I've got something I want to know," Jake said, slightly slurring as he looked in my direction.

"What's that?"

He paused for a second and glanced at my brothers before they all looked back at me. "What?" I asked defensively.

"Aaron Cummings said you had a two-way with him and Mike Pierce. Is that true?"

I could feel my cheeks heating. Fuckin' Aaron was supposed to keep his mouth shut. "I might have," I shrugged. "So what? It's not like you guys have'nt done things, girls talk too."

"Oh yeah?" Luke's face spread into a wide grin, "what do they say?"

I rolled my eyes at my brother, "That you're all a bunch of whores!" I chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah," Luke replied, "But did they say how well hung we are? Particularly me?" 

Mark tossed a pillow at luke'sLuke’s head, "I'm fuckin bigger than you are."

"Please, fully erect, I'm bigger than both of you!" Jake joined in.

I sat amused, listening to them all arguing back and forth. The truth was, I had heard the girls talk. Apparently, my brothers were all huge. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but be curious. Maybe it was the vodka talking or the fact that we were alone at a motel far from home, and I didn't feel judged; I spoke up. "Let me see."

The room fell silent, and despite my body tingling at the thought, my face turned red, and for a moment, I wished I could take my words back.

"You want to see?" Mark asked, his eyebrows hitting his hairline.

I swallowed, "well if you guys are going to argue about it, you might at least have someone who can give an unbiased opinion."

Luke cleared his throat and then took another shot of vodka before he stood, popped open the button to his jeans, and slid them and his boxers down to his knees. 

His cock popped out and bobbed, hitting his stomach. He crossed his arms over his chest with a smug grin. "You two too chicken to compete or what?" He asked Mark and Jake.

Mark rolled his eyes and pulled his hard cock out, stroking it from base to tip. I watched as his huge hand slid down the shaft, his thumb brushing over the bulbous head and down the shaft again. 

I could feel my nipples straining against my tee shirt, and I squeezed my thighs together. 

"And what about you?" I tilted my head at Jake. 

A blush rose to his cheeks, and he scratched his head, "I can't- with everybody watching." His voice was low.  

"Please," Luke snorted, "you've got a hard on ninety-nine percent of the time, you telling me your boys hiding on you? Or are you too scared that you're going to lose?"

"I'm not going to lose!" My brother argues. "But, there's usually a chick on the other end of my dick when he looks his best."

My stomach turned as I listened to them squabble. Then, slowly, I walked over to Jake and got on my knees. 

"What are you doing?" His voice was just above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, "I'm helping you."

I gripped my brother's cock in my hand, my fingers barely touching around the width of him. It was wrong; it was so wrong. And yet, my mouth watered at the sight of him. 

He grunted, "Annie, that feels really fuckin' good." 

I stroked his shaft, my other hand cupping his balls until a bead of pre-cum beaded the tip. My eyes met his, and I licked my lips. 

The room was dead silent other than Jake's occasional grunt. Luke and Mark stood next to us, each stroking their massive cocks, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.

I stuck my tongue out and trailed it up my brother's cock, circling the head and sucking the pre-cum into my mouth. His groan echoed off the walls. 

"Fuck, Annie. Fuck! That feels too good," He moaned, tossing his head back. "I'm not going to last long if you keep sucking like that," He panted. I squeezed my thighs together again; I could feel how wet my panties were underneath my sundress. 

Gentle fingers skimmed my jaw as my bother Luke tucked my hair behind my ear, kneeling beside me. His eyes were full of lust as he pumped his own cock and watched my lips surrounding our brothers. 

My skin tickled as Mark kneeled on my other side and ran his hand up my thigh. I whimpered at his touch. 

"Please," I whimpered again.

"Do you feel needy, little sister?" Luke whispered in my ear. "Is sucking out your brother's thick cock making you wet?"

Marke answered for me, "She's fuckin' soaked." I gasped as his fingers ran over the wet patch on my panties.

I spread my legs wide as I kneeled on the carpet, hoping one of my brothers would touch me as I gagged on Jake's cock.

I don't have to wait long as I feel one of them slip their fingers under the elastic of my panties and groan as they feel how wet I am. 

"I cant-I can't hold on," Jake's voice trembled. "Im gonna fuckin' cum” He groaned. 

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