Raw & Ruined : The Tales Of Steamy Collection

CLAIMED BY MY STEPBROTHERS

LUCIA

It was a year ago when I walked in on my stepbrothers fucking a woman .

I was seventeen, bursting into Collin’s room to show him my straight-A report card, only to freeze at the doorway. She was pinned right between the twins, their lengths filling her pussy and her tight ass while Collin, the oldest, took her mouth, forcing her to swallow his groans.

I had never seen anything so raw. So dirty. And I haven't looked at them the same way since.

Every night, that memory morphs into something far worse in my sleep. Except in my dreams, it’s not some random woman stretched out on that bed—it’s me. It’s me pinned between the twins, my hips arching into their hands, while Collin fills my mouth until I’m choking on his taste.

In my dream, the air in the room is suffocatingly hot. I'm lying flat on my back on Collin's mattress, my wrists pinned above my head by Will’s heavy hand. Dave’s weight is settled firmly between my parted thighs, his fingers slick as he rubs my aching clit in relentless, agonizing circles.

"Look at us, Lucia," Collin’s voice rasps in my ear, his breath burning against my neck as his hand slides down my ribs, gripping my hip to pull me flush against Dave’s erection. "You’ve been watching us for a whole year. Is this what you wanted? Do you think you can take all three of us?"

I try to moan a yes, but Collin’s thumb slips over my bottom lip, pressing into my mouth, forcing me to suck on his fingers instead.

Dave aligns his tip against my soaking entrance and pushes in—just an inch, just enough to stretch me until I’m whimpering against Collin's hand. Will leans down, his mouth brushing my bare breast, taking my nipple between his teeth with a gentle bite that sends a shockwave straight down to my core.

My hips arch off the bed, completely helpless, desperate for Dave to sink all the way inside me—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My eyes snapped open as my alarm blared. I was gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs, my thighs slick and trembling from the dream. I sat up, sliding my hand down between my legs, feeling how drenched I was.

Glancing at the clock, 7:51 AM.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face as the date clicked in my mind. Saturday. My eighteenth birthday. I was finally an adult—no longer off-limits. No longer just their innocent little stepsister.

I rushed to the bathroom, scrubbing myself clean, making sure to wear something that clung just a little tighter than usual before heading downstairs.

"Good morning, Mom," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek before doing the same to my stepfather. "Good morning, Victor."

"Morning, sweetie! Oh, my baby girl is officially an adult today! Look at you. Happy birthday, darling!" Mom beamed.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Happy birthday, flower," Victor added with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Victor."

I sat at the dining island as Mom dished out my breakfast. My eyes kept drifting to the empty staircase. It was 8:00 AM, and my stepbrothers were always down by now. Every year on my birthday, they take me out—just the four of us—to buy me whatever I want.

Before I could take a bite, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.

My pulse spiked. The air in the kitchen shifted instantly, growing thick and heavy as the three of them walked in. Collin was in the lead, flanked closely by the twins, Will and Dave. None of them were wearing shirts—just low-slung sweatpants—their broad, muscular frames still glistening with sweat from an early morning workout.

"Happy birthday, shortcake," Collin said easily, walking over and ruffling my hair like he’d done a thousand times before.

It was a totally normal, brotherly gesture. But my skin flushed red anyway.

Will and Dave dropped onto the stools on either side of me. "What are we buying the birthday girl today?" Dave asked, grabbing an apple from the bowl.

"Whatever she wants," Will grinned, throwing an arm casually over the back of my stool. His bare shoulder brushed against mine, sending a jolt straight down to my stomach.

I looked at the three of them—laughing, talking to my parents, completely relaxed—and felt a pang of frustration mixed with overwhelming desire. They weren't looking at me like a woman. They were just treating me like their little sister.

Or were they?

Collin caught me staring and held my gaze for a second longer than usual, his smile fading into something unreadable.

Go get ready, Lucia," Collin said, his voice smooth and brotherly. "We're leaving in ten minutes."

"Okay," I murmured, taking a sip of my juice to cool the sudden heat in my throat.

I stood up from the stool to head upstairs. But as I slid past Will, my hip brushed against his arm.

I expected him to pull back or excuse himself like he always did. Instead, his hand shot out and caught me firmly by the waist, stopping me in my tracks.

My breath hitched. The entire kitchen seemed to go silent.

For a second, his fingers dug gently into the soft curve above my hip—far lower and firmer than a brotherly touch ever needed to be. His thumb lightly grazed the bare skin exposed by the side cutouts of my dress.

I looked down at him, my heart slamming wildly against my ribs.

Will was staring up at me, his eyes dark, unreadable, and completely focused on my face. He didn't let go.

"Don't keep us waiting, birthday girl," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave lower than before.

Then, just as quickly as he grabbed me, his hand slid away, and he turned back to grab a slice of toast as if nothing had happened at all.

I stood there frozen, my waist throbbing where his fingers had gripped me, my mind racing as I stared at the back of his head.

Did he just touch me like that... or was I imagining it?