Текст книги "Their Stepsister"
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THEIR Stepsister
Alexa Riley
Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1 *Sarah*
Chapter 2 *Logan*
Chapter 3 *Luke*
Chapter 4 *Logan*
Chapter 5 *Sarah*
Chapter 6 *Luke*
Chapter 7 *Logan*
Epilogue
Taking the Fall Excerpt
Other Titles by Alexa Riley
About the Author
Dedication
To all the dirty fuckers out there who like their smut taboo. This is for you!
CHAPTER 1 *Sarah*
“Sam, if my brothers catch you in here again they’re going to rip you a new hole,” I say, scrolling through today’s itinerary. Sam has asked me out every day since I started working at Steel Security two weeks ago and I feel my resistance slipping. He’s extremely handsome in the gruff kind of way but I worry about mixing work and pleasure. Not only that, but my brothers promise a torturous death to anyone that so much as looks in my direction. They won’t allow a cock to get near me if they can help it. I’m either at home in their condo, or here at their security firm – always on their territory where their word is law.
I might be the world’s only twenty-four-year-old virgin. I would really like to ditch the V-card sooner rather than later. I haven’t been trying to hold on to the freaking thing, but life just kept happening. When I was eight, I lost my father to cancer, and it was just my mom and me for a few years. Then she met my stepfather, Dean Steel, when I was ten. Not only did I get a new father, I also got two brothers – twins. They were six years older than me. I followed Luke and Logan around like a lost puppy. Maybe I did it because of the lack of male attention after my dad died. I went from not having my dad any more to suddenly having three men in my life. I’m sure I drove them crazy, but they never let on. Luke and Logan still picked me up from school every day and took me to dance classes when Mom or Dean couldn’t.
When they turned eighteen, they both took off for the Marines. I’m not sure if it was what they wanted, or if they didn’t want to burden our parents with two kids in college at the same time. Luke and Logan would come home for visits and holidays and each time my crush for them would grow. I can still remember my first orgasm as I thought of both of them, thinking of both of their hands on me. Since then they’ve owned every orgasm I’ve ever had.
My world came crashing down when a car accident took our parents away from us. It was the end of my senior year in high school and the twins came home for as long as they could. They stayed long enough to take care of everything and ship me off to college, where I stayed for the next six years. When they were finally able to leave the Marines they did. They came home and started Steel Security, where I’ve been working since I graduated college.
“It would be worth it. Come on, Sarah. One date,” he says, rubbing his hand across his scruffy beard and giving me his best puppy dog face. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Promise.”
Why shouldn’t I go on a date? Maybe it’s time to finally start living my life. I can’t keep pining for my stepbrothers, and it’s not like I can have them in that way. For one, they would never look at me like that. Two, how fucked up is it to lust after your stepbrothers? Third, they’re all I have left in this world and something like this could rip us apart. Besides, even if it were a possibility, I could never choose just one. I could never pick between Luke and Logan. Luke is dark, intense, and can make my heart flutter with one look. Logan is sweet, makes me laugh, and gives me the biggest urge to climb in his lap and let him have his way with me.
I’ve heard whispers about them sharing women. The thought pisses me off because, while I’ve never seen them with a woman, I don’t want to imagine them living out my fantasy with another woman. Between living in the dorms at college and them being in the Marines, there wasn’t an opportunity for me to get an insight into their sex lives. I can’t even recall them talking about anyone special. Now that I’m living with them I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I see them with someone. I’ve really got to find my own place before that painful inevitability happens.
“All right, Sam. I caught a ride with Luke today, so why don’t we just gets drinks after work and then you can take me home?”
“Sarah, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Okay. Now get your ass out of here before my brothers walk in,” I say, wanting to get Sam gone before they see him hanging around my desk once again. Not that I’m afraid of them. It’s more that I just don’t want to hear their mouths on this issue. Throwing me a wink, Sam leaves, perkier than he was when he arrived. Now I just need to make sure no one see me leave with him later.
~ ~ ~ ~
Aces was packed.
I’d heard about a lot of the guys coming here after work but this was my first time here. Of course, Luke and Logan had never offered to bring me before. For two men who didn’t want other men near me, I find it funny how persistent they were for me to come and work for them. Did they not realize this job meant I was the only woman around twenty hunky retired military men? Not to mention all their cop friends who are constantly coming and going.
Taking a table near the back of the bar, I sit and wait for Sam to return with our drinks.
I can’t remember the last time I was on a date. A few horrible first dates in college and the boyfriend I had for a few months amounted to very little experience with dating. My ex and I didn’t have anything in common, and we never made it past dry humping. God, I need to have sex. I need to get the first time over with, and give the clit massager my girlfriends got me for my last birthday a break.
Looking around the bar, I feel a little out of place. All the other women are dressed in halter tops with skirts or shorts. Eyeing my blue babydoll dress I adjust my boobs to give myself a little more cleavage. Glancing up to make sure no one saw me fixing myself, I lock eyes with Luke. Fuck. I’m totally busted. I sent him a text this afternoon letting him know he didn’t have to take me home because I would be meeting a girlfriend for dinner after work.
“I wasn’t sure what to get you so I got you an apple martini. I hope that’s all right. I always see chicks drinking that shit,” Sam says, slipping into the seat next to mine. Still not taking my eyes off Luke, I can see his jaw tic from here as Sam slides his arm around the back of my chair.
“I’m sure it’s fine. Thank you.” I turn my attention back to Sam and try to push Luke out of my head. I’m praying to every god up there he won’t come over here.
“So how long have you worked for my brothers?”
“A couple of years. We were in the military together. I kind of feel like I know you already as they talked about you all the time. FYI, I saw them both at the bar. I’m sure they’ll be making their way over once they see I have you with me.”
Unable to control myself, I search out Luke again and see he’s still standing in the same spot. Only this time there’s a stunning brunette rubbing up against him. I’m not sure whether the hollowness I feel in my stomach is hatred or jealousy. She’s the kind of woman I always imagined one of my brothers with. Long, dark, silky hair, a waist I haven’t had since I was in the sixth grade, and legs that go on for days. Her legs look so long because her shorts are so short, I figure. Or that could possibly be underwear. Jesus, I could probably see her vagina if I looked hard enough.
She looks like she fits up against Luke perfectly. With those heels on she comes up a few inches shorter than Luke, which is saying a lot because my stepbrother has to be pushing six-foot four. She’s probably a model.
“Fucking Christ,” I mumble to myself.
How did I ever think I had a chance? I’m five-foot three, curvy everywhere, and my hair is so blonde I swear it’s almost white. If I tried to wear heels like that, I would kill myself and drag anyone within reaching distance down with me.
“Don’t give her a second thought, Sarah, I’ve got you.” Sam’s words remind me that I’m blatantly staring at my stepbrother and not paying attention to my date. My date, I’ve decided, is going to be the man to take my cherry. Yes, it’s happening. I have to move on from lusting after my stepbrothers, and the first step is throwing the V-card out the window, like, yesterday.
I turn and lean into Sam and question what he means. “You’ve got me?”
“I’ve known your brothers a long time,” he whispers in my ear. “They mean the world to me, almost like my own brothers. I want to see them happy and I’m starting to think if I don’t give a little shove then it will never happen. You know your brothers barely talk to each other anymore without snapping?”
I had been noticing that lately. They had always done everything together when they were younger. They were inseparable. Being away at college, and only seeing them for a few days at a time, I wasn’t sure what was normal for them anymore. I did notice they stopped dropping by my dorm together towards the end of college. Only one of them would come by, when it always used to be both.
“I’ve noticed a few things but I’ve only been back a couple of weeks. I thought we were all just adjusting to living together. Is something wrong?”
I wonder what Sam knows that I don’t. Did something happen that I don’t know about? God, I hope not. What would I do without them? It would be horrible if the only two people I have left in my life hated each other.
Looking back at Luke, I can see the leggy brunette has now wrapped her arms around his neck. It looks like she’s whispering something in his ear, but Luke’s eyes are on me. He looks as if he doesn’t even know there is a woman practically crawling up him. The sight of her wrapped around him like that makes a lump grow in my throat.
Sam brushes his hand against my chin, making me look back at him.
“I’m going to fix it. I just hope I don’t end up in the hospital in the process,” Sam says in a whisper against my lips. Before I can process his words, his mouth is on mine. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, pushing his tongue against my lips, demanding I open them. I acquiesce, but before I can kiss him back he’s ripped away from me and I see Luke bearing down on him.. He swings at Sam, connecting with his jaw, and then grabs him by the collar
“My fucking little sister, Sam? I’ve been telling you since she started to keep your hands off her!” Luke yells.
“Stepsister,” Sam replies nonchalantly, as if Luke doesn’t look like he’s about to kill him.
I remember Sam saying that both of my stepbrothers are in the bar tonight. I look around trying to see if I can spot Logan anywhere. I’m not sure if his playful demeanor will help calm Luke down or if he’ll only come over and offer to help him beat the crap out of Sam. Not spotting him anywhere, I figure it’s best if I try to defuse the situation.
I grab my stepbrother by the arm and pull as hard as I can. Of course, he barely moves.
“Luke, damn it! Let. Him. Go,” I demand. “Please,” I finally whisper which seems to soften his resolve and he lets go of Sam.
Sam drops himself back in his chair and sips his beer, acting like nothing just happened.
“I can’t believe you. What’s wrong with you? I’m twenty-four years old, for Christ’s sake. You can’t jump at every guy that touches me,” I say, poking my finger in Luke’s chest.
Suddenly some of the tension in his face drops away, and a smirk pulls at his lips showing off one of his dimples. God, would I love to lick that dimple. I’m not even sure if I could reach it, even if I stood up on my tiptoes.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says, snapping me back to reality and reminding me that I want to kick him in the shin for manhandling my semi-date.
I glance around and I can see the whole freaking bar is openly staring at us. The woman that was wrapped around Luke moments ago is shooting me a look that could quite possibly kill me.
Not wanting to make a bigger scene I say, “I’m going to the bathroom. When I get back, Sam, would you mind taking me home? I’m going to call it a night. I’ll be spending my weekend apartment hunting.” Without waiting for a response from either of the men I turn stomping towards the ladies room.
I can’t go on like this. He can have a woman wrapped around him in a bar, but I get one kiss and he goes freaking apeshit. Maybe I should think about finding somewhere else to work too. I love my stepbrothers but I can’t let whatever their problem is with my growing up and having a life destroy us. It would probably be best if they didn’t have everything right in their faces as well. I know they’re trying to protect me by filling the roles of our parents, but this isn’t working. Not to mention how I don’t want to see some of their stuff right in my face either. Working together and living together has become impossible.
When I get myself together, I make my way out of the bathroom and run right into Luke’s chest. Grabbing me by the arm in an unbreakable hold, he pushes me up against the hallway wall, caging me in.
“Have to say, little sis, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”
What was that supposed to mean? That kind of girl? How dare he! I can feel my rage starting to build again.
“What the hell are you implying, Luke? What ‘kind of girl’ am I?”
“The kind of girl that gives it up to anybody that shows her a little attention.”
My hand shoots out and lashes his cheek. The bastard doesn’t even flinch. I immediately regret the slap, not because I feel bad about it, but because it stung my hand. Damn, no one ever tells you how much it hurts when you smack someone. Maybe I did it wrong. I collect myself and remember my anger.
“Screw you, asshole!” I scream in his face. Okay, so not quite his face, more in his chest area as I’m too mad to crane my neck to look at him. It feels good either way. No way am I going to let him talk to me like that.
“Screw me? Maybe that’s the problem, little sis. You need a good screwing to calm your ass down. Is that what you’re here for? To get a quick fuck? Because that’s all Sam will give you. He never fucks anything twice.”
I know he’s trying to shock me and make me back down. I was right. He still sees me as just a little girl. While I might still be a virgin, I wasn’t some sheltered innocent. I went to college. Hell, my roommate slept with most of her boyfriends in our dorm room as I slept in the next bed.
I’ve never been so mad at anyone in my life. But as he stands in front of me, I don’t know if I want to pound on his chest with my fist or push my body up against his and rub all over him like a cat in heat. I’ve got to get out of here.
I lick my lips, drawing attention to my mouth. “That’s exactly what I was looking for, but it looks like you messed that up for me. I’ll see you at home, Luke.”
As I push away from him I see Logan staring at both of us.
I walk past Logan, then turn to face both of them. “And don’t worry if you hear moaning coming from my room tonight. One way or another, I’ll be getting off.” With that I turn to go and find Sam to take me home. God, I hope I have batteries.
CHAPTER 2 *Logan*
“Looks like I missed you being an asshole once again.”
Luke looks at me with his signature glare. It’s always amazing to look at my twin and see parts of myself, yet see a total stranger.
“Where the fuck were you?” he spits out.
“On the phone handling the Lorenzo clearance for their new building. Then I got stopped by that Kayla bitch that keeps trying to eat your dick.”
“Never mind,” he growls as he tries to push past me.
I grab his arm and pull him in close. I love my brother and I know what’s caused this rift between us. It breaks my heart that neither of us will just say it. I can’t go on much longer acting like strangers. Luke has always been the strong one. He’s always been the one to bear the heavy burdens, and I’ve always been the one to balance us out. I usually find the good in any situation, but lately neither of us can find our place. It feels as though we’ve fallen out of sync and we won’t acknowledge what it is that’s done it.
“Pushing her away won’t fix this.”
It’s the closest I’ve come to vocalizing what’s happening between us. Being twins, we don’t need to talk to communicate, and when I look in Luke’s eyes I see everything he won’t say. He breaks eye contact and jerks his arm free.
I watch him stalk out the back door and don’t make a move to stop him. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kayla eyeing me up from the bar. Jesus, that skank doesn’t take a hint. I hate that she knows how my brother and I enjoy sharing women – correction: used to enjoy sharing women. Kayla must have heard about it from someone we shared and decided she wanted a night with the two of us. I know going back home right now is not a good decision, so I reluctantly head to the bar and order a beer. I sit down and pray Kayla doesn’t get any ideas about coming over. My dream dies within seconds.
“Hey Logan, how’s it going tonight?” she asks. It comes out breathy and with a slight moan, which she must think is sexy, but it just sounds like she can’t control her body functions. Kayla stands next to my barstool and pushes her body up against me. I can’t stand the feeling of her cold hands running along my arm and her bony hip pushing into my thigh. I lean back and try to maintain some physical distance. I’m irritated. Fun Logan has clearly left the building. I want nothing more than to just sit here in silence, but instead I’ve got to deal with Luke’s clinger.
“Kayla, stop touching me and back the fuck up. You pull that shit with Luke where you get up in his face and he ignores you. I don’t want you taking liberties with my personal space.”
She steps back but manages to keep what she thinks is a sultry expression on her face. “Oh Logan, don’t be…”
“We’ve both told you repeatedly we’re not interested,” I interrupt. “I’m not in the mood to explain it again. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with my beer.”
She starts to say something else, but I get up and walk to the other side of the bar. In the back of my mind I know I’m being rude but I can’t summon my give-a-fuck emotion. I’m pissed at my brother, worried about Sarah, and ripping myself to shreds for what I’m really feeling. I roll my eyes when I look up to see Kayla storming off in a bitch-fit. Great. I’ve pissed her off. Just what I needed tonight – a scorned woman with some extra crazy on top.
I stare down at my beer and think about everything that’s happened in the past couple of years to push Luke and I where we are. We both fell for her. In the cruelest twist of fate, my other half and I fell for the same woman. And the real kick in the nuts? She’s our stepsister.
Luke won’t say it out loud but I don’t need him to. We’ve both known for a long time how the other felt. After her sophomore year in college, we decided it was best if we didn’t visit at the same time. I knew how hard it was for me to watch her show affection to Luke, and conversely I could feel the anger rolling off of him when she would pay me even a little attention.
It never felt wrong to love Sarah. If anything, it felt right. The guilt I feel is because I love her and I know Luke feels the same way. We’ve shared women for years, and it’s always felt natural, like this is how we’re meant to be. We’ve talked about having a permanent menage relationship and dreamed that one day we would find the one and make a home with the three of us. Deep down, though, I think we both always hoped it would be with Sarah.
Our sweet little Sarah would be shocked to know what we do behind bedroom doors, and I can’t wrap my head around her wanting us in that way. I know that if she ever did feel the same about us, she would want to choose, and that would end Luke and me. We couldn’t, wouldn’t survive it. I would feel his heartbreak every time I was with her. As much as we love her, it couldn’t be for just one night. There’s love and family involved. If this went wrong it could break us, and the three of us is all that’s left. We can’t risk it.
I decide to sulk at the bar and down a few more beers. The only thing waiting on me at home is a brooding Luke and the image of Sarah in her room, masturbating. I stifle my groan and start thinking of football to keep my mind off my growing dick.
I don’t know how long I sit there, zoned out, before Sam slides next to me at the bar. He nudges my shoulder with his in greeting and orders a beer. He takes a drink and then gives me a thoughtful look.
“I dropped your sister off at home,” he says and takes another drink. I hear him take a deep breath. “Luke pulled up when I was leaving. He was just sitting in his car staring at the house.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, but I don’t know what he wants me to say. We’ve both known Sam for a long time. He would be good for Sarah. He’s the type of guy I would wish for her, if I wasn’t in love with her myself. I know why Luke hit him. If I had seen him kiss her I’d want to lay his ass out too.
Sam shakes his head and lets out a short laugh. “One day, Logan, the three of you really need to sit down and figure this shit out.” He stands with his beer and starts to leave. I realize at this point I haven’t said a damn word to him and I turn to speak, but he beats me to it. “And just a little advice, that day should be sooner than fucking later.” He rubs his jaw and walks away.
I sit there opening and closing my mouth. I should have played that off better and denied whatever he thinks he knows, but I didn’t have it in me. I think I’ve just gotten tired of how things have been lately and I’m tired of pretending. I’m so tired of acting like I don’t want Sarah and that I don’t want to share her with Luke. I want everything. Is that such a fucking ridiculous request?
I pay my tab and head outside. I need to clear my head and it’s not happening in that bar.
I decide that Sam has some truth to his statement. I do need to talk to Luke, but right now I want to talk to Sarah more and make sure she’s okay. She left the bar pissed and I can’t stand it when she’s mad.
