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  I used the bathroom across the hall from me. It was close to three in the morning and I knew dad and Tina had appointments in the morning. My own bathroom would probably wake them.

  The main bedroom was on the ground floor at the back of the house, my bedroom and the twins’ bedrooms were on the second floor away from our parents.

  It had always allowed us privacy as kids, to listen to music or just retreat from the world, but it had also allowed them to bug the hell out of me too.

  Which is how I ended up with my own bathroom. There came a point when I was around thirteen when dad figured it wasn’t lady-like for a girl to share washroom facilities with two stinky teenage boys.

  Unfortunately, my bathroom was directly over their bedroom and Tina was a light sleeper at the best of times.

  I’d taken to using the twins’ old bathroom without even thinking about it.

  I also didn’t think about the singing I did in the shower until I was halfway through Madonna’s Like a Prayer and the bathroom door opened.

  I stopped in mid lyric and froze in spite of the steaming hot water pouring down on me.

  “Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart,” Jesse’s rich, deep voice startled me out of my frozen position.

  “What are you—?” I asked, unable to complete my sentence.

  I peeked around the opaque shower curtain to find Jordan and Jesse in the bathroom stripping down.

  “We need a shower too,” Jordan said, his crooked grin belying the strange intensity of the moment.

  “There’s not much room,” I replied lamely. I watched with my mouth agape as they both ended up naked and utterly delicious in the bathroom in front of me.

  I had to rub my eyes, this felt like such a strange dream, but they were still there when I opened them.

  “Shove over, sis.” Jesse grinned and reached out to drag the shower curtain aside.

  I squeaked and pulled it around me and took a step back right into a steaming blast of water.

  “Come on, we’re freezing,” Jordan laughed and tugged at the curtain.

  I glanced down at their huge dicks and did not believe that they were cold. I didn’t believe it at all.

  “Either you let us in or I flush the toilet,” Jesse smiled and took a step back towards it.

  “You wouldn’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. If he flushed the toilet, I’d be hit with a blast of burning hot, then icy cold water. It was the worst.

  “Try me,” he replied and stuck his tongue out at me.

  I sighed and capitulated. “Fine, get in,” I said, confused and excited at this strange turn of events.

  I guess I might as well have a little fun while they were home, it wasn’t like they were staying or anything. We were all adults and not legally related, and could all consent to a weeklong fling.

  Besides, my body was about to bludgeon my brain to death if I talked myself out of this. My body wanted them, wanted to feel their hard muscles and spectacular bulges, and those huge dicks. My god, my body wanted to feel what it was like to take them both on at once.

  I opened the curtain and they stepped into the shower with me, matching grins on their handsome faces.

  I stood directly under the stream of water until I realized how odd it must make me look with my hair pressed flat against my head.

  “Excuse me,” I said and stepped around each of them. I felt tiny between their massive bodies, and I really liked it. “Excuse me,” I repeated as we moved back and forth, sharing the water and the heat from it.

  “You need your back washed?” Jesse asked, a bar of soap in hand.

  I had already washed everywhere that needed it, but how could I turn him down? “Sure,” I said, turning around. He was behind me in the water and Jordan was directly in front of me. My breath was so shallow from being overwhelmed.

  I couldn’t believe what was happening.

  Jesse began to rub my back sensuously, slowly in circular motions. I gasped as he dipped lower to the curve of my spine just above my butt. Jordan stepped even closer, looked down at me and said, “You want your front done too?”

  I still could barely breathe so I looked up at him and simply nodded.

  He reached for the soap and didn’t break eye contact as he began to rub the lather on my breasts, massaging it in slowly and softly at first, then harder as my breath began to quicken.

  “You like that?” Jesse asked from behind me.

  I nodded and leaned back into his arms. His hands joined Jordan’s on my front and I felt weak in the knees from the dual sensations.

  Jordan rolled my pebbled nipples in his fingers and Jesse’s hands circled lower and lower until they hovered just above my mound.

  I exhaled sharply and Jordan dropped the soap, all pretenses gone, and bent over to kiss me.

  Jesse’s hand rested on the swell of my pussy as his brother’s tongue claimed my mouth and brought my breath back.

  I moaned and tried again to wrap my mind around what was happening.

  How was it happening? These were my stepbrothers, our parents would be horrified, the town would be horrified, and my friends and clients would be horrified.

  And yet, I didn’t care.

  My body knew what it wanted, and it wanted just this, these two hot, horny men with their bulging muscles and gentle hands that could help deliver a tiny foal and then take me to the height of ecstasy a short while later.

  I knew what I wanted, and be damned to everyone who didn’t agree with it.

  It was my body, my choice, and I chose the Cooper twins.

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  I felt like I was dying, my body had never felt like this before and I wasn’t sure it was normal.

  Was it natural to feel like this? Like my soul was fleeing my physical form on a tidal wave of bliss…was this how it normally felt?

  I wasn’t exactly pure, but I also wasn’t exactly overly experienced. And my god, I’d never had somebody make my body feel like this, it was like he knew me, knew every cell and how to play them like a finely tuned instrument.

  When I came I felt as if I was going to pass out, my orgasm threatened to overwhelm me.

  All I could do was focus on Adam as he worked me hard into places I’d never been before. His face was magnificent, like a Greek god carved in marble and built for one thing only, to make me feel like I’d never felt before.

  I was almost embarrassed by how completely uncontrollable my orgasm really was, it felt like something in nature, un
stoppable and exactly how it was supposed to be.

  As my body eased off the intense sensations flowing through me, I relaxed and released my grip on his hair.

  I fell back against the sofa as limp as a wet towel, boneless and filled to the brim with absolute joy.

  Adam slid his fingers out of me and moved up, kissing my thigh, my hip, my abdomen and all the way up to my neck and finally my mouth.

  His breath was hot and almost desperate when he kissed me. I pulled away at first, not used to tasting myself, but he held my head and said, “Let me kiss you, taste yourself, sweet girl. You’re delicious, and there’s no shame in this.”

  I relaxed and felt his lips hit mine, crushing my mouth with his and flooding my tongue with my flavor. He was right, it was so sexy knowing he’d just been down there, exploring and tantalizing me and was now enticing me into previously unexplored territory.

  We kissed for a while and I once again felt the urge to have him join me by taking his clothes off, I needed to see his body.

  I started to tug at his shirt, he got the hint and helped me unbutton it, one at a time, until his chest was exposed and I could slide my hands all over it. I marveled at how broad and hard his pecs were, and I slipped the rest of his shirt off his shoulders and he was shirtless at last.

  “Hang on,” he said and stood in front of me, pulled off his pants and was completely naked at last. His cock stood up, proud and thick, and so long. It was almost intimidating, had it been attached to any other man, I would have run the other way. But on Adam, I saw it as a challenge…part of him and therefore made for me.

  He was made for me, just for me, as my body was made for him.

  I reached for his thick shaft and he followed my hands willingly, standing with his feet wide apart to brace himself.

  I had never seen a cock as big as his, and up close it looked positively monstrous. I gulped and wrapped my slender fingers around it, opened my mouth wide and took him into my mouth.

  He groaned the moment my tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, licking the slick precum I found there, then moving around the ridge and down his shaft.

  His hands found my hair and he wrapped his fingers in it, tangling them, holding my head steady as I began so suck him slowly.

  “Sabrina,” he growled and I managed to reach half way down the shaft before I couldn’t take any more, I almost gagged but I forced my throat to relax and I closed my eyes.

  “No, look at me,” he commanded and I felt a shiver travel up my spine at the force of his words. I snapped my eyelids up and let my eyes travel up the landscape of his body until we locked onto each other.

  It was hot, a fiery pleasure shot through me at the intimacy we were sharing. Our eye contact, the way he fucked my mouth, it was all just so fucking sexy I felt my pussy heat up in response.

  I reached up and cupped his balls as he thrust forward, he exhaled a low groan and I felt them tighten in my hand as he moved faster in and out of my mouth.

  His thighs quivered and his fingers tightened their grip and I knew he was about to shoot his hot load down the back of my throat.

  I moaned as his cock pulsed and I felt him explode in my mouth, deep down past my tonsils. I drank him down and took in every last drop of my Adam, my professor, my love.

  I expected his cock to soften in my mouth the moment he came, but it didn’t. He stayed hard and stiff, still ready to go even though he’d just drained himself deep in my mouth.

  He slid out and looked down at me, his face a mask of something I wasn’t expecting.

  Love. I was sure I saw love in his eyes. Love to match my own growing feelings, love to blend with my own and transform into something bigger than either of us expected or understood.

  “That was…fuck, Sabrina, I need more.”

  I looked at his massive cock, still rock hard and ready to go, and smiled. “I can see that.”

  “Not here though,” he said and reached down, took me in his arms and picked me up. “I keep forgetting about your head injury. Are you feeling okay?”

  He scanned my face, his worry apparent and touching. It made my heart warm with the knowledge that he was caring for me.

  “I feel better than fine, I would tell you if I felt sick.”

  “I don’t want to push you beyond your limits.”

  “I wish you would. But not tonight, there will be time for you to find my limits and push me even harder. I’ll count on it, but tonight we can take it slow.”

  “I want to make love to you, sweet girl,” he told me, “there will be plenty of time for fucking in the future.”

  The fact that he mentioned a future sent a little shiver of delight down my spine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging on as we moved towards his bedroom and the future.

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  Her cunt was a handful of wet heat and I wanted more.

  She ground herself against my fingers as I slid inside her body, my tongue moving in time with my hand as I fucked her both ways.

  She moaned and pushed her head back, her hips out to meet me and open herself to me further.

  I cupped the back of her head with my other hand and her leg slid up mine, wrapping itself around my thigh.

  “Fuck, Lennon, I’ve got te have ye,” I growled and bit her lower lip. She gasped again and her bright green eyes flew open as she looked at me, then the door. It was unlocked and we could be discovered at any moment but I didn’t fucking care.

  This was my property, both the bar and the girl.

  I sunk before her, took that gorgeous creamy thigh and hooked it over my shoulder. “I’m gonna devour ye,” I told her, looking up at her from below. She looked terrified, like a little deer in front of the wolf, but like the deer, she knew there was no point in fighting this. I was going to eat her and she was going to let me.

  I ripped her panties off and shoved them in the front pocket up my button up shirt. They were bright pink and I would inhale her scent later when I needed to recall what her body was about.

  I slid my tongue along her soaking wet pussy, her cleft parted for me, opening her delicate folds to my assault.

  She gasped again as I began to drink her juice and plunge my tongue up and down her swollen cunt.

  She moaned and grasped my head as I shoved two fingers into her tight pussy to fuck her with my hand while I tongue fucked her clit.

  She was impossibly delicious, a delicate taste and fragrance that assailed my senses and made me feel drunk on her.

  She was mine, fuck anything I’d been telling myself, when I made her my wife it would be forever and I would fucking claim her.

  I wanted to cover her like a stallion, fuck her and thrust into her, flood her cunt with my seed and put a baby in her. I wanted to watch her grow heavy with my child and I wanted to bellow from the rooftops that Lennon was mine and mine alone.

  I wanted so much from her, and I was going to take it, but for now I would be content to drink from her fragrant fountain of love juice and lap at her cunt like a starving man.

  She rode my face, her one leg still hooked over my shoulder and the other on her tippy toes, straddling me, grinding herself against me.

  I felt her tense up and her pussy walls clamped down on my fingers, drawing them deeper and fluttering against them like a heartbeat.

  “Knox,” she exhaled in a guttural moan. “Fuck, Knox, oh my god, fuck...Knox!”

  She screamed the last part, my name. She fucking screamed it so anyone in the pub within earshot would know what we were up to in here.

  Good, that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted everyone to know to keep their distance from her or they’d end up with my fist in their face and their nose split apart.

  She shuddered hard against me one last time, my nose and tongue were covered in her cunt juices and my fingers were two knuckles deep inside of her.
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br />   She came down off her high and I looked up, her pussy framing my face, her thighs clamped on my head. “Was that loud?” she asked with pink flushed cheeks, just as I’d imagined them.

  My cock was rock hard, harder than anything I could remember, and I would have done anything in my power to fuck her then.

  But it wasn’t the right time. I wanted our first time to be better than a quick shag in a store room.

  I nodded and she closed her eyes. “Oh god, this is embarrassing, I never do anything like this.”

  I pulled out of her and away from her, licked my fingers slowly as I rose to stand in front of her. “I won’t hold it against ye, kitten,” I grinned and pushed her skirt down over her hips.

  “What is everyone going to think of me?” she asked quietly, her long lashes fanning her pink cheeks as she looked down in shame.

  I hooked my finger under her chin and pulled her up to look me in the eye. “Don’t ever fekking feel shame for what’s natural, Lennon. I took you, my woman, and made you feel good. There’s nothing shameful in that, and if anyone ever tells ye different, I’ll knock em flat on their ass for ye, got it?”

  She laughed and smiled, locked her eyes on mine and said, “Yeah, I got it. It’s just not something I usually would do...be this...bold.”

  “Get used to being bold, kitten, because when you’re with me you’re traveling with the King. And there ain’t nothing bolder than royalty.”

  I kissed her again, felt her sadness and shame flow through her and away into the atmosphere.

  As we exited the storeroom, she giggled and caught my hand in hers.

  I knew then that she was mine...hook, line, and sinker; I just had to reel her in.

  “Did you find the whiskey?” the bloke behind the bar asked her suspiciously.

  “No,” she said, glancing at me and dropping my hand as she took her place at her job.

  “I got what I wanted though,” I said with a smug tone. She blushed again and I grinned at her. I couldn’t help but play the part of the wolf with such a delicate little morsel laid out in front of me. “I guess I’ll have the whiskey you’ve got here. Just give me the bottle and I’ll drink it slowly while I watch ye work.”