Four Steps – Four Series Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
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“Does it hurt?” It’s Lennox who asks the question from somewhere nearby, and it takes me back to memories of skinned knees tended to by my stepbrother.

I shake my head no. Barrett gently pinches one of my nipples, the sensations he triggers helping relax my inner walls so he can slide in further. “It feels good,” I tell them.

Barrett is fucking me and my other stepbrothers are watching. If it’s not a good idea, why does it feel so right?

“Almost home,” he says, and a single tear escapes my eye at his choice of words. Please don’t let any of them notice.

“Feels so good,” I repeat.

When his hips press into mine and our bodies are fully joined, he kisses me again.

“You feel so good,” he says, seeming to go inside himself. “Fuck, Caroline.” It’s Caroline again now. I don’t think I’m the only one tangled up in both the past and the present.

He pulls back and slides in again, slowly, deliciously, and begins to repeat the movement, going a little faster each time. The walls of my pussy grip him, not wanting him to go, grateful each time he returns.

It’s not long before I lose the capacity to overthink any of it. Sensation takes over, and it’s just me and him, our bodies moving together as if we’d done this together many times before.

He fucks me to the peak of another orgasm, something that’s not been common in my past experiences. I usually need hand or mouth stimulation to come, but all of a sudden I’m coming apart on Barrett’s cock, my pussy throbbing around him, my pleasure overflowing.

He slows down to long, deep strokes, letting me savor the climax, as I cling to his hard body.

When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. I hold his gaze, wondering what he’s thinking, wondering if this is anything besides just sex, when he starts to lose control.

He pistons his cock inside me and holds my head in the palm of his hand as he brings his cheek next to mine and lets loose inside me. He lets out a strangled cry as his hot cum fills me.

Fuck. I nearly come again myself, but instead focus on all of the subtle changes in his body as he comes and then recovers. The sweat at his brow, his muscles tightening and releasing, his breathing seeming to stop for a long moment before resuming in short huffs, the way he shudders as he pulls out of me. He holds me for a minute before kissing me one last time and climbing off the bed.

The other three men are standing around the room like sentries. Naked sentries, with semi-hard cocks. I can’t keep from scanning their bodies to see if Barrett’s comment on their sizes is true. As his twin, Bronson looks to be about the same large size as Barrett. The younger pair — holy shit! I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My pussy throbs and drips in anticipation, letting me know it’s down for the challenge.

“You ready for more?” Bronson asks.

I nod and reach for him as he approaches. His cock is at attention now, bobbing as he moves, making me wetter and wetter.

The brothers were never as competitive with each other as most siblings probably are, but they seem to be in an unspoken competition tonight to see who can give me the most orgasms.

Along with their ridiculous good looks and their success, they are also generous lovers. Lovers? Not the right word. They’re very, very good at pleasuring a woman.

Bronson wraps an arm around my back, pulling my upper body against his and kissing me as his cock nudges at my entrance.

“I love watching you come,” he says, his breath tickling my ear.

I bring his mouth back to mine, and as I taste him, he pushes inside me, his cock sinking into my heat.

While barely breaking a sweat, Bronson makes me come twice before he reaches his end. There’s so much that’s the same between him and his brother, but he brings his own unique style, and a secret-weapon twist-of-his-hips move that ought to have a warning label.

When Bronson gets up, Lincoln and Lennox lie on either side of me. I’m feeling a level of contentment that’s new to me, my entire body humming with satisfaction.

“Are you tired, Caz?” Lennox asks.

“We can wait until another time if you’d rather rest,” Lincoln says.

Another time. I hadn’t been looking ahead, but my first thought is that there won’t be another time. What would be the point?

We’re getting the built-up tension out of our systems so we can move on from here.

I shake my head. “I’m good. I’m ready.”

“We’d like to take you together, but we’ll take it easy tonight,” Lincoln says. “Maybe next time.”

I want to shut down this idea of a next time, but we can talk about it later. Also … take me together? What would that even look like? I glance down at their monster cocks, which are starting to prod against my thighs, and I gulp, curiosity and trepidation warring inside me.


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