ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (201 page)

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Donnie groaned as he and Steve stood in front of Kelly under the shower, water trickling over their bodies, making them look sexier than ever.

Without hesitation, Cindy took her hand down, pushing it in between her thighs, and her finger in between her slick pussy lips and began moving it in circular motions over her throbbing clit as she watched the events that were unfolding in the shower. Donnie and Steve were standing in front of Kelly under the water, and Kelly was crouched down in front of both of them, taking turns sucking on their cocks as she jerked each of the shafts. Cindy could not believe what she was seeing, because as much as she had always known that her friend was one hell of a horny woman, Cindy had never known that her big-bodied house mate could take on two enormous cocks like the ones that Cindy was looking at, at the same time. Cindy rubbed her finger over her clit furiously as she watched Kelly taking more and more of Donnie's dick into her mouth, until half of the length had disappeared into her mouth, and probably down her throat. She then pulled the cock out of her mouth and stood up.

“Okay guys, I'm now ready to take on both of you, I want you to show me what you got, and to see if you can satisfy me like you always say. Steve, you are too thick for my butt hole, and so I want you in my pussy,” Kelly commanded, putting her hands around Steve's neck and hoisting herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She aimed her slit onto his dick, and the pussy swallowed the thick pecker as she lowered herself onto him. Don went behind Kelly and Cindy watched as he spread some of her juices from her love hole to her butt crack, before moving behind her and pushing his dick into her ass. They began fucking her in a such a way that when one dick was pushing in, the other was pulling out. It was too much for Cindy and she climaxed hard, moaning and alerting attention her way.

Kelly, Donnie and Steve all finally noticed Cindy at the door and they froze momentarily, slightly startled by their silent observer. They all started laughing and the guys slowly started pounding into Kelly again. “Hey Cindy,” Kelly said seductively. “I was wondering when you would get home. Get in here and join us.” Without hesitation, Cindy walked into the bathroom and started to undress.

TO BE CONTINUED

No Ordinary Stepbrother

              My dad announced that he was getting remarried during a commercial break in the middle of the Saturday afternoon movie.  They were showing
Dirty Dancing
, and Baby and Johnny were just about to get it on.  At first, it didn’t even hit.  He brought it up so casually that I almost didn’t even notice.  I thought, in fact, that he was on the phone with someone else, talking about their life.

              But nope, there it was.  He had met some woman named Andy, and she was going to be moving in with us.  What was more, she was going to be bringing her son Luan, from a previous relationship, to live with us.  I’m not going to lie, not for the first time, I wondered if my dad’s awful lack of communication was the reason my parents had gotten divorced.  That was my first thought, followed by a barrage of questions I never bothered to voice out loud.  Where had he met this Andy?  When had they decided that marriage was the way to go for them in this economy?

              And why the hell did they think that two teenagers living under one roof was a good idea?

              You can see how this particular experience, coupled with Frances being slowly undressed by Patrick Swayze, set the stage for everything that followed.  Psychologists would probably pin this particular moment in my life as the source of the trauma.  My brain and hormones were confused.  On one hand, there was the sexy on the screen, and on the other, my whole world was being turned on its head.  What was a girl to do?

              Apparently, a girl was to help clean out the guest bedroom. Andy would be staying with my dad in the master bedroom, and the frilly, dust-ruffled and doily-covered spare room would be converted into Luan’s room.  The room had been decorated by my mom, and I can’t say I was ever a huge fan of ruffles and pink, and what I used to refer to as her “granny style” of designing, but it was a weird sensation buying everything in blue and stripes.  Whoever wrote it that all teenage boys like their sheets and blinds dark and depressing?  Nevertheless, this is what my dad insisted on.  It was just like Luan’s room at Andy’s house, he told me, trying to hammer together MDF drawers to hold all of Luan’s stuff.  And it was important that Luan feel accepted in our household.  Neither one of them had asked me how I felt about all of this.

              I didn’t know how to feel about any of it.  My parents had gotten divorced about two years prior, and my mom had started her own linen production company; she was enjoying the fast-paced life of a single, successful entrepreneur, but I guess my dad has always been made of less tough stuff.  He needed a woman to depend on, although when I first saw Andy, I didn’t think there was much there to lean on anyway.  She was tiny, wiry, with expertly dyed blond hair, and I liked that she looked as nervous as I felt.  My dad might not have been thinking about how I would react to the situation, but Andy looked like she sure was. 

              “Hi, honies, we’re home!” she tried to joke, setting down her oversized backpack.  The joke fell dry around her in pieces, and from behind her, I caught my first glimpse of Luan.  He had the dark, soft-looking fluffy hair that stood away from his scalp and from what I could see, Andy’s brown eyes.  Except that while Andy’s eyes were full of trepidation, Luan had studied boredom in his.  Every inch of his being, from his crossed, tan, muscular arms to his seeming inability to make eye contact, said that he did not want to be here.  And I hated him.  I hated that he was hot, I hated that he was bored, and I hated the whole situation, so why not hate him along with it?

              The first problem came when he didn’t say anything, not one word about his new room.  My dad and I spent two weeks putting it together, and that loser Luan just came in, plopped down on the bed, pulled out his laptop and started playing Grand Theft Auto or something.  I lingered near the doorway.

              “What do you think of your new room?” I asked him.  He just ignored me and kept on clacking away at his keyboard.  I decided to keep going anyway.  “My dad and I put it together.  He said that it looks just like your bedroom at home.  Do you really like all this blue?” I was mentally berating myself for going a mile a minute when Luan suddenly looked up from his computer screen, bent over, and pulled a huge pair of headphones from his book bag, and clapped them onto his head.  From that moment on, it was war.

              We sullenly ignored each other with huge success for a full month.  Andy and my dad wrote it off to us being angsty teens, but the fact of the matter was was that a storm was brewing with an intensity.  For the first time since my parents had split up, I had a purpose.  I was going to make Luan react to me no matter what.  My dad and Andy were preparing for their wedding, which was going to be happening at our house, and the preparations were getting a little out of hand.  As the date for the rehearsal dinner approached, the house became filled with flowers, color swatches, fabric samples, tiny bits of cakes left over from tastings, you name it.  These things would slowly find their way into Luan’s room by my hand, and there wasn’t a day that went by when my stepbrother wouldn’t find cake crumbs in his new blue sheets or pretty pink ribbons super glued to his laptop screen in the most irritating of places.  Luan would never have too extreme a reaction; he would just glare at me from beneath his dark eyebrows.  So I kept going.  I got creative.  Pins from the wedding dress fittings would find their way onto his computer chair.  Luan’s scowls got deeper, but still he said nothing.

              What I didn’t know about Luan then was that he was the type of guy who likes to take matters into his own hands.  And he kind of has a problem overstepping his pride. So the entire time that I was waiting for him to go running to his mom, complaining about me and getting those two out of our house forever, Luan was hatching a plan.  What he didn’t count on, however, was me catching him red-handed.

              Andy had asked me to be her maid of honor, and despite the fact that she was this stranger who was moving into my house, I was pretty touched.  I didn’t like my body too much in those days—I was still fighting off some childhood pudge—so I was heavy into shape wear.  Besides that, I had the kind of low-swinging breasts that require a good supportive bra if I wanted to look halfway decent in any dress.  And if I was being perfectly honest with myself, I did want to look nice at the rehearsal dinner.  My dad, no doubt starting to feel the first pangs of guilt at the realization that he had not given me any advance warning about any of this, had let me buy my first sexy black dress.  My mom had always thought I was too young for black, but she was gone now, and I heard Andy whispering to my dad that I should just be happy, to let me have whatever I wanted.  So I had the dress, and it was the night before the rehearsal dinner that I decided to try it on again just to make sure that it still looked good.

              I opened the door to my room to find Luan at my underwear drawer, brandishing a pair of scissors.  The hinges were pretty well-oiled, so he didn’t hear the door swing open.  The shock of seeing silent Luan in my room was enough to stun me just enough to seal my lips shut for a moment.  Which was long enough to see this ordinarily passive guy rummaging through my bras and cut off all their straps.  To my deep embarrassment, he had also managed to find my control-top underwear and was slashing holes in it and snipping away all the magic elastic. 

              I saw red.  My dreams of looking sexy in my new black dress were over.

              When my dad and Andy found us, I had Luan in a chokehold and he was turning beat red.  For all his muscles, he had a higher center of gravity than I did and I had had the element of surprise. 

              “What the hell is going on here?” my dad roared, as he rushed into the room to tear us apart.  When he finally managed to, we still kicked out at each other, trying to get a last few hits in.

              “She’s been sneaking shit into my room for weeks!” yelled Luan, his color beginning to normalize.

              “Wha-what shit?” my dad asked, trying to restrain him.

              “Pins in my bed, pink girly shit glued to my laptop!”

              Andy looked over from where she had wrapped her arms around me in an effort to keep me from demolishing her son further.  “Is this true?” she asked me.

              “He cut up all my bras!” I cried, real tears running down my face.  “He ripped up all my underwear!  I have nothing to wear to the rehearsal dinner tomorrow!”  And I collapsed into Andy’s skinny little arms, sobbing.

              “Oh, who cares?” Luan asked brutally, sneering at me from across the room.  “It’s not like anybody’s going to be looking at the kids anyway.”

              “Shut your mouth, you lousy freak!  Nobody wanted you guys to come here anyway!” I screamed back at him.  Suddenly, I felt Andy’s arms give away a little bit.

              “You didn’t want us here?” she asked me, her soft brown eyes looking at me with so much hurt that I almost wanted to take back what I said.  But instead, it all came tumbling out, about my own mom and dad, and how my dad had sprung the whole thing on me.  Putting together Luan’s room, and he didn’t even like it.  At the end of it, Andy squeezed me tight and apologized.  Luan and I were relegated to our rooms.

              Forty-five minutes later, I heard shouting coming from my dad’s room.  I crept softly along the carpeted halls until I was about a foot away from the door.  It was Andy’s voice, and she did not sound happy.

              “Why didn’t you tell me she had no idea we were coming?  You said you told her the minute we started getting serious!”

              I reeled back in shock.  I listened for a few minutes more, my dad apologizing and muttering some excuse or another, and a mixture of shame, regret, and uncertainty washed over me.  Without thinking too much about it, I did the only thing that felt right.

              Luan’s room was not locked shut, like I had expected.  When I knocked on the door and opened it, he was not wired into his computer as usual.  I walked over and sat down on the edge of his bed.  He said nothing, but closed his laptop shut.  I could see deep scratch marks on it from where he had had to violently rip the pink bows off.

              “I’m sorry about that” was the first thing that came out of my mouth.  A deep silence feel between us, and I had no idea how to fill it, had no clue whether or not Luan would accept my apology.  But what he said next surprised me, because it got straight to heart of the issue.

              “So us coming here, you didn’t know anything about that?” His voice was just starting to turn deep, and it was fairly melodic when he wasn’t shouting at me.

              “Are you kidding me?” I asked, bouncing on the bed, excited as a puppy.  “I had no idea my dad was even seeing someone!  Did you know Andy was?”

              He shook his head.  “I knew something was up, because she’d go off late at night and come back in the morning, and was bopping along all happy all the time.  Finally, I was like, ‘Ma, what, you got a boyfriend?’ and she told me all about it.  I mean, my dad cut out on us years ago, so I guess I was pretty happy for her that she had someone, you know?” He looked up at me, and there was something vulnerable in his eyes.  “But I had no idea we were moving here until about a week before it happened.  I asked her why she didn’t tell me about it sooner, but she said that she didn’t want to put too much on me.”