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STEPBROTHER’S DIRTY SECRET IV
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2026-08-03 05:43:58Chapter 4: Yes. Please.
The front door opened just after seven.
Elias was already home, still wearing Damien’s black t-shirt and nothing else underneath. He stood at the top of the stairs and watched two men walk in behind his stepbrother.
One was dark-haired, sharp-jawed, with a silver ring on his thumb. The other guy was broader, blond hair tied back, thick inked arms. Both of them looked like they belonged in the same world as Damien; dangerous, expensive and used to taking whatever they wanted.
Damien glanced up the stairs and met Elias’s eyes.
“These are friends of mine,” he said casually. “Jax and Theo. They’re only here for the night. You don’t have to be around them if you don’t want to. Stay upstairs. Or do whatever.”
His tone was indifferent, like it really didn’t matter.
Elisa's stomach twisted with raw hunger, and not for food.
His hole clenched around nothing as he imagined getting double penetrated.
He wanted it so much.
He had been thinking about it for a while and he didn't know how to bring it up without sounding weird. The thought alone always kept him half hard even at school. Now there men were actually standing in his living room, and he'd be damned if he let this opportunity pass him by.
He stayed upstairs for a while, pacing, heart hammering. Every time he heard their low voices and the clink of glasses, his cock twitched. He kept imagining walking down there and just… offering himself.
Around ten, the house had gone quieter, the television was still on but on low volume.
Elias pulled the oversized black t-shirt back on and wore nothing underneath. The hem barely covered the curve of his ass. He could feel the air on his bare skin with every step.
He walked downstairs and grabbed the attention of all three men at the same time.
Their eyes dropped to his bare legs first. Then higher. The way the soft fabric clung to his hips and stopped mid-thigh. The way it shifted when he moved, threatening to ride up.
Hunger settled over their faces like a second skin, Elias could see it and he got excited and bolder.
He walked straight to the couch.
Damien was in the middle, legs spread, glass of whiskey in one hand. Elias climbed onto his lap without a word, straddling him, knees on either side of Damien’s hips, facing him completely. The t-shirt rode up immediately. His bare cock pressed against Damien’s stomach through the fabric of his shirt.
He leaned in close, lips brushing Damien’s ear.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” he whispered.
Damien’s hand tightened on his waist.
But Elias didn’t stop there.
He turned his head just enough to look at Jax and Theo over his shoulder. Then he reached back, lifted the hem of the t-shirt, and flashed them his bare ass. He spread his own cheeks with one hand and pushed two fingers into his hole, deliberately moving it slowly right in front of them.
A soft, needy sound slipped out of his throat.
All three guys were completely still.
Damien’s eyes had gone almost black. His cock was already hard under Elias.
He gripped Elias’s jaw and forced him to look at him.
“You want to be ruined by all three of us tonight?”
Elias’s voice came out shaky and eager.
“Yes. Please.”
That was all it took.
Damien stood in one smooth motion, lifting Elias with him, and carried him toward the center of the living room. Jax and Theo were already on their feet.
“Get the toys,” Damien ordered no one in particular.
Theo disappeared down the hall and came back with a black bag that was filled with butt plugs, nipple clamps, a thick black dildo, a vibrator and lube. Elias was surprised at that. How did they already have all those things ready? Did they already know this would happen?
He didn't have enough time to think about it.
Damien bent him over the arm of the couch and spanked him hard with open-handed, sharp cracks that left immediate red prints on his soft ass cheeks. Elias moaned into the leather, pushing his ass back for more. Damien spanked him until both cheeks burned and Elias’s cock was leaking steadily onto the side of the couch.
“Hold him open.”
OpheliaWhat do we think about the new development?! Never saw that coming from Elias did we? Hehehe, he's freaky too!!!! The next chapter is crazier thou😭
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