"f.u.c.k, I can't wait much longer," Damon says, licking his lips. Remy and Kellan agree, looking over my body hungrily.

"I know why you did this, and while I didn't necessarily agree with the way you went about it, I know that it came from a place of love. I was so lost until the day I walked into your office and saw the three of you. I knew then what I know now. That I love each of you."

"We love you, too, Leila. From the second we saw you, we knew you were the one." Kellan climbs onto the bed beside me, and Remy and Damon follow suit.

"You're ours, baby. We love you." Remy kisses my shoulder as he comes up beside me, and I'm feeling surrounded and safe.

"This is it for us. Forever. We love you, Leila." Damon rests his hand on my lower belly, reminding me of what they truly want. A family, a life, a happily ever after. What girl could turn that down?

"I'm ready," I whisper. I'm suddenly feeling shy, but I don't know why. After all they've done to me and all I've given them, I shouldn't be afraid of anything.

"Don't be nervous, baby. We'll take care of everything. You just need to worry about how loud you're going to scream when we make you c.u.m." Remy's smile is c.o.c.ky, and it goes a long way in making me relax.

Damon goes around and slides in behind me, cradling me in his arms. I watch as Kellan reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube and some wipes as Remy comes up beside me.

Kellan moves between my legs, opening the lube, and I feel Damon's lips graze my shoulder. "He's going to get you ready for me, love. Relax and breathe." Damon's breath on my skin makes me lay my head back, resting it against his chest.

Kellan spreads my legs wider as Damon scoots down lower, and I feel Remy's hands rub across my stomach and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He's gently petting me as Damon's c.o.c.k moves under me and against my a.s.s.

Cool fingers penetrate my back entrance, and I start to tense up. Just as I think I can't do it, Remy's knowing touch finds my c.l.i.t and starts to rub firmly. I relax against Damon and close my eyes, letting the good sensations overtake my nervousness. I feel my nipples being pinched and my c.l.i.t being rubbed as fingers press inside my p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s at the same time.

I'm overwhelmed as all my limbs start to tingle with excitement. It's as if the three of them are touching all my pleasure points at one time, and my body is on alert.

"You're doing so perfect, love," I feel Remy whisper against my breast as his mouth closes around my nipple.

I'm so close to c.u.mming just from the preparation that I can hardly imagine what it's truly going to be like.

I feel Kellan's fingers slip from me, and I miss the feeling. They're quickly replaced by the head of Damon's c.o.c.k at my a.s.s, his warm tip seeking entrance.

Remy puts more pressure on my c.l.i.t, and I suddenly don't care that Damon wants inside me. They can all do whatever it is they want with my body as long as this feeling lasts.

I open my eyes to see Kellan move between my legs and rub the tip of his c.o.c.k at my p.u.s.s.y entrance. With every tease, he comes closer, and I feel the pressure both at my p.u.s.s.y and against my a.s.s. Suddenly, they're both pushing inside me, slowly filling me inch by inch.

Remy stops rubbing my c.l.i.t as Kellan takes over. He moves up my body and hovers over me slightly as he takes his c.o.c.k in his hand and strokes it. My mouth waters at the sight. I want him inside me at the same time as Damon and Kellan.

My mouth opens for him, and a moan comes out at the same time Damon and Kellan thrust into me. I'm suddenly stuffed with c.o.c.k, but the delicious pressure on my c.l.i.t makes me love the feeling.

Remy presses the tip of his thick c.o.c.k to my lips, and I greedily suck him into my mouth. I want him inside me just as much as I want Damon and Kellan. I need him to be a part of this, too, and my body hums as I take him to the back of my throat.

"Oh, f.u.c.k. She's so G.o.dd.a.m.n tight." I hear Damon at my ear as he groans out the words, and he and Kellan start to take turns thrusting inside me.

Remy finds his rhythm, and all three of them take turns sinking into my body. After a just a few strokes and the perfect strum against my c.l.i.t, I'm gripping on to Remy and Damon, trying to keep from exploding. I feel so tightly would that if I c.u.m, I might break into pieces.

"We're right here with you, Leila," Remy grunts as he thrusts into my mouth. "I can't hold back much longer."

I hear Kellan try to say something, but it's lost in a long moan as he thrusts into me one final time, filling my p.u.s.s.y with warm c.u.m.

"Oh, G.o.d," Remy growls as I feel his c.o.c.k twitch in my mouth and his sweet c.u.m hits my tongue.

"f.u.c.k." Damon thrusts up into my a.s.s one last time, and I feel him pulse inside me as I drink Remy down. "f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!"

After Remy gives me his last drop, I stick my tongue inside the hole of his c.o.c.k to get out any remaining c.u.m. He jerks a little, extra sensitive after his o.r.g.a.s.m, as he pulls out of my mouth and leans down to suck on my nipples.

The taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of both Kellan and Damon pumping c.u.m into me as Remy sucks my nipples is too much. My o.r.g.a.s.m tears through my body, and I burst into flames. I can't hold back the scream as pleasure like I've never felt before floods between all four of us.

I feel as though I have shattered, but they somehow kept me whole. The bond between us grows stronger and the love flows freely.

Once I've come back down to Earth and Damon and Kellan have pulled out of my body, I feel Kellan clean us up as Remy collapses next to me on the bed.

"Jesus, woman, you are incredible."

I can't help but laugh at Remy's words. My giggle turns into a moan when Damon licks my ear and nibbles at my neck.

I feel Kellan kiss my lower belly and I look down, locking eyes with him. He raises an eyebrow and I see a wicked smile on his face. "Merry Christmas, Leila."

I feel Damon slip something onto my hand. I look down and see an engagement ring with three huge diamonds on it sitting at the base of my ring finger.

My eyes start to flood with tears. I look back up and Remy is right there with big hopeful eyes. "Will you marry us?"

I just nod my head, unable to form words. This is everything I've ever dreamed of times three.

"We love you, Leila," Damon whispers in my ear.

"I love all of you, too." My words are laced with so much emotion, but I finally feel safe enough to say it out loud.

This is wild, crazy, unbelievable, and insane. But it's really f.u.c.king hot, so who cares about all the details? My Christmas wish came true, and that's all that matters.

Epilogue.

Leila

10 months later...

"Harder," I mumble around a mouthful of c.o.c.k.

I'm on all fours with Damon under me pounding into my p.u.s.s.y. Kellan kneels behind me, his c.o.c.k in my a.s.s, and Remy's in front of my face f.u.c.king my mouth.

They've all been treating me like a delicate flower since the day I told them I was pregnant, but now that I'm close to my due date, they're a hundred times worse. It's driving me insane, and I'm seconds away from losing my temper.

If I thought keeping three men satisfied was going to be a ch.o.r.e, that's the biggest laugh I've ever had. The three of them have a hard time keeping up with me. I'm the one always seeking it out, needing to be filled in some way.

Remy is my night owl. The one who likes to stay up late with me and have s.e.x in the kitchen while we eat a late-night snack. Damon is my early riser, quite literally. I'm always up with him first thing for shower s.e.x. He had a seat built in just for me because he loves to taste my p.u.s.s.y at the start of his day. Kellan is my naughty nooner, always sneaking me in closets at work for a quickie, or taking me out to lunch just to finger me under the table.

And even with all that attention, I still need the three of them at least once a day. I need all three of my men, loving me at once and giving me the pleasure I never knew was possible.

But somehow, at the end of my pregnancy, these guys have gotten together and decided that I'm too delicate for s.e.x. They barely penetrate me, only going slow and soft.

At my demand of harder,' Remy pulls out of my mouth and looks to the other guys with pleading eyes. He wants to give me what I want, but I can sense he's asking for permission. My suspicions must be correct. They've made some kind of pact, but it's time I remind them of who's in charge here.

Looking down at Damon, I give him a hard stare. He stops moving, and so does Kellan. Both of them just hold their c.o.c.ks inside me while we take a second.

"What's wrong, Leila? Is it the baby?" Damon looks panicked, and I just roll my eyes.

"No. It's the three of you."

"Me?" Kellan asks, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder. "What did I do? I'm perfect, remember?"

"Look. I'm pregnant as h.e.l.l, and in about a week, yes, I will be giving birth. Which means I want to enjoy all the s.e.x I can get before the doctor puts me on a strict no go' for six weeks."

At my words the men fall silent.

"Yes. Let that sink in. There are some things we can do, but you all get the idea. Now I may be with child, but I'm not going to break. And if you guys don't give me what I want, I'll end this right now and go on strike."

Remy lets out a bark of laughter. "No way you could go longer than us without s.e.x, Leila. You'd make it four hours. Tops."

I have to bite my tongue to keep from licking my lips as he strokes his c.o.c.k in front of my face. He's right, and he knows it, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

"It just so happens I bought myself a few toys just in case something like this came up. So don't you three worry about me. I'll be taking care of myself."

Damon narrows his eyes and looks to Kellan behind me before coming back to me. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would. So stop treating me like I'm made of gla.s.s, and give me what I want." It's a lie. I've never bought a s.e.x toy in my life, and I certainly don't need one now. But they need a push, and it's the only thing I can think of.

I start to rock on their c.o.c.ks again, feeling the ache of need becoming more than I can handle. It's painful, and I need something to get me off. Now.

It's been wonderful living with them and being worshiped nonstop by all three of them. When they found out I was pregnant so soon after we got married, they were all thrilled. I don't think any of us expected it to happen that fast, but it did. They can't seem to stop rubbing my belly or telling every single client that I'm pregnant and that they're all the fathers. They're so proud to call me theirs and to show off my growing belly. I think it shows the world that I'm tied to them, and that's what they want-me tied to them in every way possible.

I mewl as I try to get some friction on their c.o.c.ks. Remy leans forward, placing the tip of his d.i.c.k on my lips.

"If this is what you want, I'll give it to you, Leila. There's nothing I'll deny you."

He grips my hair hard with one hand, and my mouth instinctively falls open on a moan. He thrusts his long, hard c.o.c.k into my mouth and grunts his approval. He takes my mouth hard, and I feel myself wet Damon's c.o.c.k.

Remy's action sets the pace for the other two, and I feel their c.o.c.ks start to glide in and out of me. Slow at first but then they set a hard pace, one pushing in while the other rocks out. It's a perfectly timed rhythm, and we've all gotten a lot of practice at perfecting it.

The deep pleasure and rough treatment are exactly what I want, and I'm pushed over the edge. I grunt out my release as Remy's c.o.c.k fills my mouth with c.u.m and Damon and Kellan fill both of my holes with their seed.

The four of us climax together, and in those perfect moments we are all one. It's a wild ride with the three of them as my husbands, but it's worth it. As they clean me up, they kiss me tenderly, rubbing my feet and aching back as I drift off to sleep. I smile and think about how lucky we all are.

And just then, my water breaks.

THE END.

This whole book bio is a WARNING!

A step-dad and a stepbrother hook up with their virgin stepdaughter/stepsister. The dad and son don't mingle. They just take turns with the heroine.

Friend to friend, this book is filthy. It's a s.m.u.t-fest like we've never written, and you'll probably die of shame when you read it.

There's no cheating, and it's even safe! But we've left plot at the door and gone over the line.

Not for nothing, but you don't want this book. It's a 10,000-word story we had to write for our own personal enjoyment.

BUT If you insist on buying it, please know that I tried to stop you.

Enjoy. We sure did.

Dedicated to our v.a.g.i.n.as... maybe they'll finally shut up.

1.

Rick

I watch as she scurries around the kitchen putting food onto plates. I can't seem to pull my eyes away from her creamy, thick legs as she moves about the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. It's something she always does on laundry day.

The older she's gotten over the years, the higher and higher the thing seems to be hitting on her f.u.c.king thighs. Thighs that seem to be taking up every one of my thoughts lately. Thighs I think about late at night when I stroke my c.o.c.k. Thighs I want to part before feasting on what lies between them. I want to sneak into her room and taste that young p.u.s.s.y that I know still has a cherry. It's in there and it needs to be taken.

Running a hand over my face, I try to ease some of the tension, a tension that's been building for months now. A hunger like I've never felt. It can't be fed and is growing each day.

I should've seen this coming. When little Gracie's mom skipped town five years ago when Gracie was only thirteen, I made no move to track her down. I found out a year later she died from a drug overdose, making me a widower. The only guilt I felt was for Gracie losing her mother, but in all honesty she never really was one.

Gracie was part of the reason I'd married the woman to begin with. They lived down the trailer court from me and my own son, Ty. I felt sorry for the little girl who ran around, dirty and mussed, and her mom wasn't half-bad to look at. She had men coming and going, and it worried me for the little girl who wasn't so little anymore.

Her a.s.s wiggles as she moves back and forth through the kitchen.