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His hands find my thighs, and I open my eyes to spy Alessia smiling up at me as she slowly rides our brother’s cock. I’m hypnotized by the movement, by the gratification, watching them, feeling Adrien’s hands on me, how he touches me.
For years, we’ve been shunned for our feelings. But there’s no way of curing us from our need. And I don’t want to be cured. Many things had changed between us. Growing up we believed our sister was nothing more than a stepsibling. But when she came into our lives, Adrien and I were already ‘diseased’ as my mother put it. With our parents separated and absent so often, it gave us the opportunity to learn there’s so much more to love than societal rules and regulations.
My gaze flits between them, back and forth, and I’ve never felt more emotion, more happiness. Adrien takes me deep in his mouth, and I’m lost in euphoria at the feeling. Alessia reaches for me, her hand cupping my balls, holding me in her delicate palm. Her body still moving back and forth on Adrien’s cock, his hands on her tits, tweaking her nipples, causing her to whimper and moan, and I can tell from the expression on her face she’s close. So fucking close.
My body trembles as I feel the constriction of Adrien’s throat around the head of my cock, ecstasy zipping down my spine, and I’m about to lose all control. I watch as Alessia moans low and sweetly as her body trembles when her orgasm crashes through her along with our brother’s release, which makes him moan along my shaft, sending heat through every inch of my body.
“Brother,” I grunt when Adrien hums with my cock in his throat. My hips driving toward his face. I’m about to blow my load when he pulls my cock from his lips and tugs Alessia even closer. They both open their mouths, tongues out, waiting for my sticky seed, which spurts over them. I watch in awe as they kiss, sharing the white release between them. And I know nothing I’ve ever seen in my life is hotter than the image before me.
The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. The smell of sex is hanging around us, intoxicating each one of us with the confirmation we’ve crossed a line we can never go back from.
Alessia moves off Adrien. I offer her a hand and help her slip her dress back on. She’s beautiful. So freshly fucked her cheeks are pink, her lips pouty, and I lean in to give her a kiss. The flavor on her tongue is me, and she gasps when I lick at her.
“We’re no longer living by their rules,” our older brother tells us. He rises, pulling his briefs up thick, muscled thighs. “This is our time.”
“I agree.” My response is met with Alessia’s beautiful smile and Adrien’s handsome grin. “There’s no way I can ever be with anyone else. This is our life, and if we are to live it, we can’t do it publicly. Nobody will accept us.”
“No, they won’t.” Alessia’s saddened tone makes my heart ache.
“Remember what I said to you,” he tells her. “The men don’t have to accept you, because if they don’t, we will ensure they don’t see the light of day again. And there’s nothing keeping us here. We can run the organization from anywhere,” Adrien offers. “There is no stipulation where we go. We can lock up the estate and live on the coast somewhere. Perhaps some island.”
We all nod in agreement. Next week, once the will is read, we’ll move on. Moving forward with a new life we all can’t deny we want.
“Come on, little sister.” I tug our girl toward the bedroom. “It’s time to clean up.”
“I agree.”
And that’s when my heart overflows with emotion as we all make our way farther into the house and head toward Adrien’s bedroom.
Chapter 9
Alessia
Warmth bathes me in a yellow light when I roll over in the large bed. A soft mattress beneath me, plush pillows under my head, and the heaviness of two male arms wrapped around me leave me secure in the knowledge that last night wasn’t just a one-night affair.
It also reminds me that it wasn’t a dream. It’s all real. I’m home, with the two men I love, and I know for a fact they love me too. It wasn’t a teenage crush, it was something more, something real. And that makes me smile. The memories of last night flicker through my mind like a reel, playing over and over again. The butterflies that have always been awake and alive around Julien and Adrien are once more fluttering through me.
In the light of day, I know we need to talk about what happened. And even though it may be something we don’t want to delve into, I know we need to speak about how this is going to play out.
Once the will is read, they want to leave, but I don’t. Deep down, I believe it will only alienate them from the organization, and from the men who have stayed to show loyalty to the two of them. And that means we should show them the respect they deserve.
My parents weren’t the most understanding. There were things we did that were wrong, but then again, it was their doing. If they’d been honest, perhaps we wouldn’t have wanted each other in such a way. But when my gaze flicks toward the boys, I know it’s a lie. I would’ve wanted them anyway.
Most people believe love is black and white. That’s where they’re wrong. It’s never been more colorful than it is right now. There are no longer rules as to who you can love. Your heart is stolen by someone, anyone, and there’s no way of stopping it.
In history as far back as I’ve learned at school, people have loved. Whether it was the wrong people for them, or the right ones, their hearts couldn’t tell the difference. Of course, there’s always the argument of lust. That violent need that doesn’t allow you to choose. That wanton craving of someone to fulfill the emptiness inside you. That’s what most people believe lust is. Women go out and fuck any man, one-night stands, men end up in a different bed each night, but nobody finds that constant.
Lust.
Love.
However, you want to label it, there’s a human element behind it. The primal need of any person is to have another beside you, under you, inside you. There’s no denying that any man, any woman you ask will say the same. Yes, perhaps society tells us who those significant others are meant to be.
But what if they’re unexpected?
How do you know somewhere down the line you didn’t accidently kiss a relative you didn’t know?
What if years from now your estranged son walks into your life and makes you fall head over heels? We can never deduce who we’ll love or who’ll be the one to make us feel like the world is right, but never let anyone force you to be with someone you don’t love.
