Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Kain leads the way with an inscrutable expression. Gabriella climbs the stairs behind him, her eyes drifting over photos of us as scrappy kids. Dalton and I share a look that’s loaded with intensity. This shouldn’t feel like such a massive step. We’ve already all had sex with Gabriella separately, so nothing about the act will be new. But so much feels different.
Kain heads to his room, probably because he’s sure it’s neat. Kain has always been the tidiest of us. In the room, Gabriella rests her bag on the floor by the door and immediately heads over to the window, staring into her own bedroom from a vantage point she probably doesn’t remember. While Mom was alive, this room was her sewing and reading room, and Kain and I shared, sleeping on bunk beds.
“Our rooms are so close,” she says. “You can see right into mine.”
“A fact that Kain has kept to himself,” Dalton says. He looks relaxed, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn jeans, but the tightness in his jaw tells me otherwise.
“He had fun looking into it the other day, didn’t you, Kain?”
It’s the first time we’re being open about our exhibitionism, and Gab squeezes her legs together as Kain’s heated gaze scans her, remembering.
Her eyes are drawn to me as I close the door and slide the lock into place. The scrape of metal-on-metal sounds like punctuation. The start of something that I feel we’re all powerless to resist. Who’s going to make the first move to get this started? I imagine it will be me, but Kain is closest, and my brother is filled with a sudden urgency that propels him two steps until he’s directly in front of Gabriella. Watching him slide his big hand into the hair at her nape is enough to fully harden my cock. She stares up at him with wide eyes, half fearful, half aroused.
“Watching you come the other day was so fucking sexy,” he growls.
He leans down to kiss her passionately, then scoops her up, gripping her ass with just one hand, carrying her to the bed. I guess all the sexual tension he’s been building has made him urgent and decisive.
When Gabriella is perched on the mattress, Kain kneels at her feet, untying her sneakers, encouraging her to remove her joggers. Last of all, she lifts the sweatshirt over her head, leaving just the sexist black lingerie I’ve ever seen. Barely there, her nipples are practically peeking over the half-cups. Between her legs, just a scrap of lace covers her pussy, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Kain sighs as he looks her over.
Dalton sits on the edge of the mattress next to Gabriella and her eyes widen as she turns to look at him. When he bends to kiss her too, she moans low and long. A rush of heat pools behind my cock as I watch both my brothers touch and kiss her, taking turns until she’s squirmy and needy.
Kain tears his T-shirt over his head in one rough movement, and I move closer, shoving my shorts down my hips and pulling off my shirt. I bounce on my feet, feeling antsy as my body fills with adrenaline.
Fuck, Gabriella looks so good between my brothers.
“Lay back,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed on the opposite side to Dalton. The mattress shifts, and she leans towards me, capturing my mouth with a soft and sweet kiss before she lays back.
I ease her bra strap over her shoulder and indicate to Dalton that he should do the same. When her breasts are bare, I tease her nipple with my finger, running around and around until her skin is gooseflesh and her nipple is the tightest, most tempting peak.
While Dalton and I are busy, Kain slides Gabriella’s tiny panties over her thighs and spreads her legs. Gab seems tense for a minute, but when Kain’s tongue touches her clit, she sighs, staring at each of us with wide eyes as we work on giving her pleasure.
“How does she taste?” I ask, knowing full well that she’s sweeter than honey.
“Like apple pie,” Kain says, kissing the inside of her thigh before he returns to his dessert. Gab’s hips shift, as though she needs more, but it’s already too much.
“She’s close already,” Dalton murmurs, and it sounds like a warning. We can keep going and let her come or we can slow the pace and make her wait.
Kain doesn’t seem interested in delaying her gratification. He slides a finger inside her and does something that makes her grunt her appreciation.
“So soft and warm and tight, aren’t you, Angel?” he says. I want to feel too, so I do, reaching down and sliding my index finger alongside my brother’s. Gabriella wriggles, pushing down so we’re in as deep as we can be.