Bound By Three: A Triplet Throuple
Delilah Cole
Bound by Three: A Triplet Throuple
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
box onto the dusty hardwood floor, wiping my brow as I took in our new home. "Home" might be a generous word for it; there were cracks in the ceiling, and the paint looked like it hadn't been updated since the 90s. But still, it was ours—just me, Tim, and Ezra.
The three of us hadn't ever really had a space that felt like ours. Growing up in a house that never felt like home, with parents who always had more interest in their careers or social lives than us, made it that way. We were each other's family more than anything else, our own little unit, and as far as I was concerned, this apartment was the best place in the world.
"Alright, sis," Ezra said, grinning as he pushed his box against the wall. He was taller than me by a good foot, which always made him seem way older, even though we were born precisely six minutes apart. "Think you can handle it here with us?"
"You two knuckleheads?" I rolled my eyes and grinned back. "Piece of cake."
Tim laughed from across the room. "Yeah, until she sees the mess we make in the kitchen. Or the laundry." He shoved a box toward me with his foot. "That one's yours. Better claim it before Ez decides it belongs in his room."
Ezra threw an empty cup in Tim's direction, and they both cracked up like they'd just pulled off some epic prank. I'd always loved their goofy banter, the way they could make me feel like the world's safest little sister, even if we were all technically the same age. They'd always looked out for me, even when we were little. When I scraped my knee on the playground, Tim would be there to clean me up while Ezra found the kid who pushed me and made sure he'd think twice about doing it again.
"So," I said, flopping down on the lumpy old couch we'd hauled up two flights of stairs, "we're really doing this."
Tim nodded, looking around the room with that serious expression of his. "Yeah, Poppy, we are. Just us. No rules—well, except for a few basic ones, like no drinking my orange juice and no one touching my guitars."
Ezra snorted. "Tim, you have five guitars. One of those is going to be communal."
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