BASTARD: A Stepbrother Romance (These Wicked Games Book 1) (10 page)

“Oh no,” I say, knowing what they’re thinking. I may not be their twin, but I’ve lived with them for the past ten years, and that’s plenty of time for me to know their little looks they give one another. “I am
not
wearing a bra.”

“Great.”

I shake my head. “No, I mean, not
not
wearing a bra.”

“That’s a double negative.”

Lucas takes me by the shoulders, then takes my chin in his hand and makes me look at him. He hunches down to my level. “Please, Amber? For us? This is really important. You know how important.”

I sigh. “I know how important.”

Caleb gets closer too, putting his hand on my upper arm. My heart skips a beat, and it’s getting hard to breathe. “Come on, Amber. For us? We’d be forever grateful.”

“We’ll do anything you want,” Lucas adds.

If only that were true, I’d do this in a heartbeat. Shit, I’d go completely naked if that were true. Because what I want, more than anything in the world, is something I can’t have. Something I’ll never have. What I want, is them. My stepbrothers. Together.

Lucas brushes my hair back like he’s done for as long as I can remember, and kisses my forehead. Then he takes my cheeks in his hand. “What do you say?

“God I hate you two.”

Caleb lets out a cheer of victory.

A broad smile spreads across Lucas’s face. “Thank you.” He kisses me all over my face. But what lingers, what I know I’ll feel for days, think about for nights, is the kiss on my lips. The feeling of his on mine. He’s never kissed me there before. I’ve never even touched his lips. I’ve touched Caleb’s, once, when they were chapped and I offered to put on Carmex for him.

He resisted—our parents had just gotten together and he probably didn’t want a strange little kid’s fingers all over his lips—but I persisted, and he finally gave in.

But this, this is different.

I feel sweat forming in all the areas it does when nervous or excited, both of which I am.

“You can change behind there.” Lucas points at a divider. I wonder if it was set there for just this purpose. Wouldn’t surprise me. We’re in the backroom of a convention hall. They’ve rented part of it to showcase their new vehicle. It’s a marvel of engineering, or so the press release says, and is able to fly, float on water, and drive—pilot and driver-less, if needed—all with using only solar power. Well, that’s the idea at least. The prototype still isn’t there yet. But it
can
fly, which to me is all that’s needed to be totally awesome. They haven’t let me drive it yet, something about insurance, but I have gone for a ride in it, and it’s amazing.

Driving down the 15 freeway, then suddenly taking to the air—holy fucking shit, the best feeling ever. The best I’ve experienced, anyway. I can think of one that would be better.

I look to my brothers. Stepbrothers. We share no blood. As I’ve reminded myself on numerous lonely nights with my electric friend. “You want me to change here?”

Caleb gently punches my shoulder. “Don’t worry Sis, we won’t peek.”

I bite my lip.

Lucas crosses his heart. “Promise. We’re not kids anymore.”

If only they knew. It’s not peeking I’m worried about. I wouldn’t mind that one bit. I never have. The only thing that worries me is what they’ll think of me. It’s why I wanted to wear a bra. My tits are so small, especially for my weight, and the last girlfriend they had had such huge ones. I worry they
won’t
lust after me. That they’ll still see me as their kid sister. But I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not even a teenager. In fact, in two more days, I’ll be old enough to drink. Legally. I’ve been illegally old enough to drink since I was fourteen.

And yes,
their
girlfriend. Lucky bitch. They’d shared her. And tortured me by talking about it with their friends one drunk night while we all watched movies. How much she
loved
it with two of them.

Luckily I’d had a blanket, and we were watching in our home theater with the lights off: They couldn’t see me touch myself. Couldn’t see my underwear was pulled down to my knees.

When I orgasmed, Caleb on one side, Lucas on the other, Caleb asked, “What kind of sneeze was that?”

“The good kind,” I responded when I could.

He raised an eyebrow at me, then went back to watching the movie and popping popcorn into his mouth.

Now, I hold the dress up to the light again, look over my shoulder at the thin divider. My heart still pounds. I’m excited. In my pants.

I slowly nod. “Fine.” I look at the divider again. “No peeking,” I add, then curse myself. Why the hell would I say something like that?

“We’ll wait outside.”

“No!” I say too quickly.

Both of them turn back to me, giving me identical raised eyebrows.

Why do they have to be so sexy? Why couldn’t I get dorky, timid-but-sweet older stepbrothers? “I don’t want to be in here alone and naked.” I say it so fast I sound like a teenager again. “Just stay with me.”

They both cross their arms, puffing out their chests.

“Want us to guard you,” Lucas says. He nods.

“We’ve got this,” Caleb agrees.

“Come on, young lady,” Lucas says, taking one arm as Caleb takes my other. “We’ll keep you safe.”

“I know,” I say quietly.

They lead me to the divider, and I can’t help it, I start laughing with how serious they are.

“We’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“And we’ll make sure no one comes in.”

“Thanks,” I say, and go behind the divider. Through it, I can faintly see their outlines. I hope they can see mine.

I slowly strip out of my shirt and bra, the cool air instantly hardening my nipples. Or maybe it’s my hot thoughts.

I pull my jeans and panties down to my ankles, then bend over to undo my heels.

But I can’t keep my balance, and if I brace myself on the divider, it will fall over.

How embarrassing would that be…

I stare off, through the divider, imagining it. Imagining my two stepbrothers having to help me up, topless and pants around my ankles, everything showing, no chance of hiding it. They’d be forced to look. Forced to touch my naked skin.

My heart thuds again and my exposed pussy gets wet. I reach down and touch it.

Then I reach out, press against the divider, and rest my weight on it.

I fall.

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