HUGE X4: A REVERSE HAREM STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE Series)
HUGE X4: Chapter 4

Liam and Callum had been right about me earlier that night.  I’m not a ‘sex on the beach’ kind of girl.  It’s too messy, with far too much risk of sand abrasion in unfortunate places.  I wasn’t averse to being carried to their hotel room, though, while they sang what had become ‘our tune’.  It’s probably the alcohol that has made me feel so loose-limbed and unconcerned about what the world might think.  I guess to an outsider we would look like friends enjoying a silly time while on vacation.  I suspect that the truth would be far from the mind of the average person.

The resort is quiet, but when we pass Kerry and Dean’s suite we can hear giggling and I am so unbelievably happy for them.

When Callum reaches his door, he rests me down and kisses me on the mouth.  As he makes quick work of the lock Liam presses his lips against my neck, only drawing back as Callum pulls me into the room.  Liam follows closely, carrying my shoes and purse.  There’s a moment when the door clicks into place and the room darkens that my heart skitters in my chest.  In bare feet, the twins loom large, eyelids lowered and eyes dark with desire.  The air crackles with energy: the buzz that comes with anticipation, the discovery of a new lover and the pleasure that will come with it.  I wait because I’ve given them the green-light to everything and the look in their eyes says they are going to take it.  I’m buzzing just thinking about what we’re going to do, and so damn happy I’m finally in a place to draw some kind of line across Brad and his aftereffects.

And what a line it’s going to be.

Callum is the first to pull his tie away from his shirt collar, watching me closely.  Liam isn’t far behind.  There are little buttons down the front of my dress; covered ones that are fiddly to do up but easy to undo.  As I flip them open one by one, their burning gazes follow the path of my fingers.  There is a silk belt tie at the waist and I draw it apart, not slowly but not too fast either.  When I slip the soft fabric of the dress from my shoulders, I’m left standing in just my lacy cream bra and panties, and the pearl-decorated garter that matched Kerry’s.  The twins step close enough that I can feel the heat and coiled passion rolling off them in waves.  My head is level with Liam’s broad chest, and I breathe him in; the warm scent of his cologne and the unique scent of his skin making me lightheaded.  Callum moves behind me, sweeping my hair aside so that it hangs over one shoulder before he kisses my neck softly.  I find myself leaning into him, gasping as his hands rest on my hips and grip.

Liam bends to kiss me, a soft slide of his lips over mine, a gentle tug as he pulls my bottom lip between his, the rumble of a groan as I hook my hand around his neck and pull him toward me.  I open my mouth, wanting his taste and the slide of his tongue over mine. With it comes the delicious clenching feeling I get between my legs when his hands clasp my bottom and squeeze.

My own hands are antsy, reaching to undo the buttons on Liam’s shirt, wanting to see the impressive body I’ve imagined underneath his clothes and feel the heat of his skin against my palms.  He pulls back and tugs the sleeves off quickly, standing before me, his chest rising and falling, eyes burning as he begins to undo his gray trousers too slowly.

“Watch him,” Callum orders directly into my ear.  The heat of his breath sends shivers spreading up my neck.  His hands slide up my ribs and over my breasts, squeezing gently then seeking out the front fastening.  As Liam steps out of his trousers, Callum undoes the clasp, slipping the straps from my shoulders.

Brad had always hinted that my breasts were too small and spent time pointing out women in magazines with more impressive proportions.  The way Liam looks at me wipes all that away. There’s a moment where he hesitates to touch me, his hand hovering in the air as though he’s enjoying the anticipation and imagining what I’ll feel like in his palm.  His first caress is gentle, and when his thumb merely grazes my nipple, I feel it pucker, seeking more contact.

“So beautiful,” he says, thumb passing back over the tip of my nipple again and again, his eyes fixed on mine.  I want to tell him to squeeze, to take it between his fingers and pinch it.  Callum’s hand snakes around from behind and does the very thing I’m craving to my other breast.  The contrast is electric.

“Oh,” I gasp, leaning into Callum again.

“She likes that,” Liam says, meeting the eyes of his brother.

“Soft and hard?” Callum responds.

“Yeah.”

I want to tell them that I’m pretty much guaranteed to like whatever they do to me, but my mouth is firmly clamped shut as they continue alternating.

As much as I’m enjoying everything, I need more.  I need to feel their skin under my hands so I allow them to wander, palms skittering as they slide up Liam’s sides, over ribs packed with muscle, then across nicely rounded pectorals until my thumb gently brushes his nipple.  Liam hisses and takes hold of my hand, pushing it against his cock.  And what a cock it is.  For a moment I think I must be confused.  Surely this can’t be real.  But as I explore, allowing my hand to wander, I realize that it is.  My pussy clenches now that it knows what’s coming.  I feel a little overwhelmed because these boys are identical so I pretty much know what Callum’s packing behind me is a mirror image.  I’m hungry to see it, to know what his body is like in all its natural glory.  When I move my hand to touch the waistband of Liam’s Calvins he gets the hint and drops them.

Damn.

I stare open mouthed at the cock Liam’s revealed.  He takes hold of it at the root and squeezes and I swear I almost come at the sight of him alone.  It looks like he’s wielding a weapon but fuck, he could club me to death with that thing anytime.  I want to laugh because, in comparison, Brad’s cock was a wiener.  No wonder our sex life was so dry.  I bet Liam’s never had bad sex in his life.

“You’re looking at my cock like…I don’t know what,” he says smirking.

“Maybe she’s never seen a cock that big,” Callum mouths against my ear.  “You wanna touch it, Bethany?  Make sure it’s real?”

Liam grins and winks, moving closer and taking my hand.  “He doesn’t bite,” he says as he wraps my palm around the base.  My fingers don’t meet it’s so wide, and the heat of him, the pulsing firmness.  The sense of anticipation that he’s gonna fuck me with this massive thing soon has my pussy clenching as heat spreads between my legs.

“See,” Callum whispers.  “His curves slightly to the right and mine curves slightly to the left.  That’s the other way you can tell us apart.”

“But we want to drive you so crazy that you don’t even care which one of us is fucking you,” Liam says, watching my hand slide up and down his length.

Behind me, Callum strokes his hands down my waist and over my ass, squeezing. Then I hear the rustle of fabric as he sheds his clothes too.  Liam takes hold of my wrist and urges me to let him go. I groan with disappointment, but when he drops to his knees in front of me, I moan for another reason.  He kisses my thighs, his fingers skirting around the lacy edge of my panties, teasing. He presses a kiss directly over my clit through the fabric and I change my stance to open my legs wider.

“You smell so good,” he says, inhaling deeply.  “So fucking sexy.”

There’s always a moment when I’m with a new lover and they’re heading between my legs that I feel nervous.  Brad never wanted to go down on me.  He never came right out and said why but his reluctance made me feel self-conscious.  Liam’s reassurances have my body singing and my nerves disappearing.

“Lick her,” Callum says.  “Make her wet for me.”

Liam wastes no time, pushing my panties aside and using his tongue to part my labia.  I push my hips forward, giving him more room and boy, does he use it.  His thumbs spread me open then the tip of his tongue teases my clit.  “Oh,” I say as my legs start to tremble.

“Watch him,” Callum says.  “Look at the way he’s worshiping you, baby.”

I open my tightly closed eyes and look down as Liam.  His gaze fixes on mine as he flicks my clit with rapid licks of his tongue.  It looks so damn dirty and explicit and I know I’m blushing.  Then he winks at me, and I’m so close to coming I almost fall.

Liam pulls back, gripping me around my leg with one arm and using the other hand to test how wet I am. Fuck.  The way his fingers slide around my opening tells him everything he needs to know.  “She’s ready,” he tells his brother.

Then Callum’s there in front of me, backing me towards the wall, his condom-clad cock held firmly in his hand.  “I’ve been imagining fucking you against the wall since we chose those cocktails,” he says.  I don’t tell him I’ve been imagining the same thing because my mouth is so damn dry and my brain doesn’t seem to be able to process thoughts into words right now.  “Take your panties off,” he orders.

I push them off my thighs and wriggle out of them until they hit the floor.  Then Callum’s there, lifting my right leg over his forearm and angling his cock to slide between my labia.  “My brother made you so wet,” he says, nibbling on my bottom lip.  Oh, that sounds so damn wrong but it feels so damn right.  His cock notches at my entrance and he pauses looking right into my eyes, so close I can see the fan of blue and amber that spread outward from his pupils.  He blinks slowly, pushing just a little bit.  “You want this, baby?” he asks.

I nod because as much as what we’re doing together is fucking crazy and so outside my realms of previous experience it is almost laughable, I’m ready.  As ready as I have ever been for anything in my whole sheltered life.

“That’s my girl,” he says, and with one strong thrust of his hips, he’s deep inside me.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  “So damn tight.”

“Oh,” I gasp as he pulls out and then pushes back inside even deeper.  He’s so big I can barely move.

Liam comes closer.  “Put your hands above your head, Bethany,” he murmurs.  God, the thought of being held by one man while another man fucks me is too much, but I do as he asks and he takes hold of my wrists to holds me captive.  “Does it feel good?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Callum grinds deeper, using his free hand to cup my breast and pinch my nipple.  His touch is harsh, my nipple stinging momentarily, but I love it.  Who knew there was such a strong connection between my nipples and my clit, one that only pain can activate.  He thrusts deep and hard, squashing me against the cool wall. My pussy aches to come.  All the sensations make my clit burn with sensitivity.

Liam’s hold on my wrists is tight, his brow furrowed as though he’s finding it hard to hold himself back.  I can’t imagine how frustrating it must feel to be so close to being able to fuck, but having to wait his turn.  The thought of Callum pulling out and Liam replacing him is so naughty that I groan, bucking my hips to show Callum I want more.  I want him to fuck me so hard I can feel it for days after.  I want to remember this night for years to come.  Remember the girl I am tonight: reckless, wanton, sexy and free.  So unlike the me I’ve been since Brad.

Callum pumps me so hard that the foot that I was standing on rises off the ground and I’m suspended by his strong body.  Liam lets me go to put on a condom, and I notice his hands tremble a little as he rolls it downwards.  To see that he’s as frantic as I’m feeling makes my heart ache.  Who are these men who have managed to pull me out of my funk and turn me inside out?  So strong but sensitive too, the way real men should be.

Callum sees me watching his brother and slows.  “You want Liam?” he asks.  I look at him, trying to work out if there is any jealousy or resentment there, but there’s nothing.  He’s smiling at me, perfect teeth glinting in the low light.  I kiss his lips to let him know that I’m with him, and he grinds against me more slowly.  “Go get him,” he says, swatting me on the ass as he pulls out.  I’m left shaky legged and a little embarrassed, but Liam doesn’t leave me standing.

He’s there in seconds, grabbing me under the thighs, lifting me in the air as if I weigh nothing.  I feel like a doll in his arms, totally at his behest, but also powerful.  The sounds he makes as he kisses and licks my neck, walking me over to the bed are needy.  Greedy. His cock is rock hard between my legs, ready to push its way inside me.  The thought makes me frantic.  Desperate hands tug at his hair as my lips seek the warmth of his mouth.

Liam’s kiss isn’t chaste as he lays me down on the bed and rests his weight on top of me, pushing his hips to rub his cock against my throbbing clit.  His tongue caresses mine in the rhythm of his hips until I’m mindless; clawing at his back, my leg hooking over his thigh to force him to push harder.

His hand moves to grasp my breast, thumb seeking the hardness of my nipple and pressing down. We moan at the same time, but it isn’t enough.  I want heat and sweat.  His hand is huge, cupping all my pale flesh with my nipple poking through his fingers.  He pinches, gently to start, then when I moan he looks at me questioningly.

“Everything?” Liam asks.  ”If you want it all you’ve got to tell us what you like.”

There he is  again, pushing me, picking at my edges to peek underneath.  Part of me hates it but a bigger part tells me to stop being stupid.  Isn’t this what I wanted?  To be cared about enough that what I wanted was what they sought to deliver.

Isn’t that what we all seek?

Understanding.

Consideration.

Appreciation.

Callum and Liam seem to have it all in spades.

“Ask me questions,” I say, quietly.  “I’m not good at this.”

He kisses me so gently then, as though I was a delicate flower he wanted to see open and show its beauty to the world.

“Do you like it when I pinch you?”  I nod and he grins.  “Harder?”  Another nod and a dirty smile. “Do you want me to lick you again?”  This time my nod is accompanied by wide eyes and a tomato shade blush, which he runs his fingers over.  “Sweet Bethany. I love the way you taste.  I want to see your pretty pussy and feel it on my tongue.”  He licks the soft underside of my top lip as if to demonstrate and I taste the sweetness of the cocktail on him.

“What else?” I whisper.

“You tell me, baby! You like it long and slow or hard and fast?”  When he smiles it’s lazy and the dimple on his left cheek suddenly appears, giving him a devilish schoolboy look.

“Both!” I say, with a bit too much enthusiasm.

“What the lady wants, the lady will get.”  He rises up on his forearms, arms bulging as they take all his weight and then pushes backward so he’s kneeling between my legs.  Liam’s finger caresses my clit, slipping down between my legs to gather more of my arousal.  He seems transfixed by it, his head cocked to the side, eyes fully focused on the slow back and forth action.  My thighs tremble at the sensation, and I have to slide my feet up the bed to stop my hips from rising up.  “You have such soft skin and amazing legs.  I’ve been looking at them all day.  Your ankles and these strong calves.  Those killer shoes.”   Liam laughs quietly.  “I kept thinking about your thighs.  What they would be like.  What it would feel like to get between them.”

“Me too,” Callum says from his place at the edge of the bed.  He crawls closer so he can stroke his hand over my hardened nipples.

“Well, here you both are.  So, what does it feel like?” I ask softly.

Liam shakes his head as if words aren’t enough.  “Can I tell you later?  When I slide myself in here?”  His finger moves from my thigh to press against my entrance, two fingers at least pushing inside.  He groans and everything in me stills except my frantic heart.  I can’t breathe as he teases with tiny movements, fingers slick with my arousal.  I want him to just push inside me, to take me apart physically in the way his brother had, but he doesn’t.  Instead, he moves to ease my legs apart, holding them spread, pressing me open with his weight.  The cool air-conditioned air licks at my wetness, making my clit tighten and pulse, but all Liam does is look.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, “so lovely.”  Then he bends his head to lick a long stripe between my parted lips and I almost come from that one motion.  His tongue is hot and rough, a perfect counterpoint to the cool air.  Using the very tip, he nudges against my swollen clit, slipping against it over and over until I can’t keep my legs from coming up to hug against his head.  “That’s it,” he says as Callum bends to kiss my mouth and swallow my moans.  When I push my hips up off the bed, Liam says, “Take what you want, Bethany.  Anything you want.”

“Oh god,” I say, chasing, chasing but not quite getting there.  “I need…more, more.”

And I know he has what it takes.  I may not have felt Liam’s cock inside me, but as it’s almost identical to Callum’s, I know what it’s going to feel like when he pushes it in.

Big.  Bigger than I’ve ever had before the twins.

Hard.

Hot.

Dominating.

There is something about a man who is well endowed that just makes me weak.  I can’t be alone in this.  I’ve read way too many erotic novels to doubt that.  Nothing makes a woman feel owned more than getting spread wide by a big dick, pinned in place by a strong man and fucked until her head feels like it’s gonna explode.

While I’m thinking about Callum and Liam’s massive cocks, all it takes is the press of Liam’s two thick fingers, his tongue licking, licking, licking at my clit, then a twist of his fingers as he thrusts them in to the knuckle.  I come with such a blinding flash that everything in me goes rigid; back bowed off the bed, toes curled, hands in fists as I ride the most cathartic orgasm of my life.

I want to shout “Fuck you, Brad!” at the top of my lungs, but settle for saying it in my head.  Then I reach down to pull Liam on top of me, holding him so tightly around his middle he gasps and then chuckles.  “That good, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” I whisper, pressing my open mouth against his skin and tasting the salty sweetness of him.

Liam laughs warmly and grins at me happily.  I kiss his dimple and the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose and his shoulder.

“Where did you guys come from?” I ask, with so much awe in my voice that the sound of it makes me want to cry.

“I think it’s called Dubai,” Liam laughs.

“Men are from Mars,” Callum says, taking hold of my hand and kissing it.

I trace my finger over Liam’s eyebrow and the tiny scar he has above, filing all the little details that make him to memory.

He kisses my mouth, soft at first, then long, slow and deep.  I can feel how ready he is, the hard press of his cock nestled in the groove between my leg and hip, nudging with every slide of his tongue.  I run my fingers down his spine, the indentation between the muscles of his shoulders deep and strong, and then dig my fingers into his ass to let him know I’m ready too.

Liam’s hands trace my body, sometimes hard, sometimes soft.  Always reverential.

“Can I make a request?”  Liam asks.

“Of course,” I say, fascinated.

“I want you on top, Bethany.  I want to see you take control.  I want to watch you take what you want from me.”  The way he says it, smooth and feather soft and the way his eyes stroke over my face make my heart hurt.  I know he’s doing this for me, to give me the reigns to what happens next.  But maybe a bit for him too, so that he’s sure I’m fully present and in it for the right reasons.

“Okay,” I say and watch as he moves to sit against the headboard, his body so big and strong and good.

I crawl towards him until I’m straddling his lap, legs spread so wide I feel a twinge in my hips.  So this is what it feels like to have him between my thighs.

“That’s it,” Liam says, pulling me by the hips and raising me up over his cock, hauling me forward so he can lick and suck my nipples.  “Put me inside you, Bethany.  I want to feel you.”

I reach between my legs to hold onto his cock, stroking it against my clit, watching it probe me in the most explicit way, then I push it towards my hole and rest back just enough for him to slide inside an inch. Liam’s cock is so big and hard, and I’m so swollen from wanting it that it all feels too much. I rock back and forth, trying to open myself enough to slip down but it isn’t happening, even though Callum has already opened me up. I must show my frustration on my face because Liam tips my chin and tells me to relax, and kisses me sweetly to help me do just that.  Using one of his hands to hold my hip tightly, he pushes himself up and me down.  Another hand joins Liam’s from behind, and with both twins focused on the job, I’m suddenly full.  When we’re bone to bone I flop against Liam, the sensations too much, but he helps me, starting us in a slow rhythm that I eventually begin to lead.  He feels so good inside me, big enough to stretch but not to hurt, and the way he pulls me against his body gives my clit enough contact to feel the possibility of another orgasm rising inside me.

Callum’s hands move to my breasts, kneading them gently and pinching my nipples in time to my movements.  His hands slide around my hips and over my ass, squeezing with just enough bite to hurt.  Then his fingers stroke between the cheeks of my ass.  I seize for a moment but Liam pulls at my hips, urging me to keep a rhythm.  I’m not sure if I like what Callum’s doing.  Nobody’s ever touched me there before and it feels so dirty.  So forbidden.  And so good. Oh god. I shouldn’t like it when he presses what I think is his thumb against my taint.  He flexes, pushing on and off like the beat of a heart.  He follows the movement of my hips, never letting me escape his filthy attention.  And I find that I don’t want to escape.  I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck and come and come and come until I don’t know where I am or where I’m going.  Until I don’t care what is up and what is down.

There is so much heat between us; sweat on my upper lip and glistening above Liam’s collar bones, sweat in the dip at my lower back.  Liam’s lips are demanding now, tongue exploring until I feel lost in the pull and push that is everywhere our bodies are connected.  My orgasm sneaks up on me, rolling up as a fast swell as Callum works harder and breaches the tight ring of muscle he’s been pushing against.  Liam clutches my ass and squeezes as I arch my back and cry out. “That’s it, that’s it,” he whispers in hot gusts against my neck.

I come with a high-pitched moan and Liam follows with a growl, everything pulsing and fluttering between us.  He holds himself so still as if all his muscles have seized from an overload of pleasure.

Callum waits, stroking my curves, kissing my hair until I’ve recovered enough to turn.  His cock is so hard, and as blissed out as I am, I want to feel him come inside me too.  I kiss his mouth, cupping his balls in my hand and rolling them, marveling at how heavy they are in my palm.  He doesn’t give me much chance to play though before he has me on my back, cock surging inside me so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he gasps, hooking my legs over his shoulders to make the penetration deeper.  I ache deep inside from where he’s hammering my cervix but I don’t stop him.  The desperation on his face is stark; deep lines etched between his brows and eyes clenched tight as he chases release.  I’m not expecting to come again but the power behind his hips is enough to make my pussy spasm.  Fuck.  I grip the sheets, body totally out of control now.  Callum growls, his chest lowering on top of mine so that he can bury his face in my neck.  I slip my fingers into his hair, and grip his ass, driving him faster against me.  “Baby,” he gasps and I know he’s nearly there.

“That’s it,” I say.  “That’s it, baby.  Let it all go.  Gimme everything.”

He pounds into me four more times and then seizes, cock swelling deep inside me as he comes.  For a moment, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom.  As reckless as that would be, I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like for a man to come inside me.  There’s something so raw and primal about the concept of being marked by semen, of feeling it leaking out and knowing that they were there and left something behind.

I don’t get to feel that this time, though, but what happens next is even better.

I didn’t put any thought into what it might be like after the sex.  At the beach, all I could think about was allowing myself to give into my desires without guilt.  Now I’m here, lying between the best men while my sister enjoys her own wedding night and suddenly I feel less certain.

It’s not that I’m having regrets.  I just had the best sex of my life. But how does a girl deal with this part?  Are they expecting me to get up and say goodbye?  I’m not experienced at casual sex, although to be honest, this didn’t feel very casual.  I go to sit up but Callum grabs me and pulls me toward him until I’m sprawled half over his chest.  I feel the bed shift behind me and then Liam’s there, spooning me from behind, his hands running over my ass and hip lazily.

“Damn,” Callum says after a few minutes.

“Damn,” Liam whispers.

Callum tips my chin until I’m looking right into his beautiful eyes.  “You were…”

“…something else,” Liam finishes.

I reach behind and take hold of his hand while Callum kisses my lips gently.

“I feel like someone else,” I say.

“Who?” they ask at the same time.

“Me,” I say.

We’re silent for a while but it feels okay.  There is not a single moment when they’re not making me feel totally worshiped.  It’s only after my heart has slowed and my sweat has cooled that I realize I haven’t felt this happy in years.  And when Callum’s fingers dip between my legs again, I know I’m about to get even happier.

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