Trapped Between My Adoptive Brothers

“Uhh! Uhhh!” I couldn't suppress the breathless moans escaping my throat, nor the way my eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure as my two fingers worked in and out of my wet center.

“Ahh! Lion!” I gasped, biting down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming his name too loudly.

In my trembling hand, I clutched a crumpled photograph of Lion—one of my adoptive brothers. I couldn't stop imagining him pinned over me right now, taking me relentlessly, driving me out of my fucking mind. I picked up the pace, thrusting my fingers faster and faster into my aching folds, my knuckles turning white as my grip crushed the photo in my palm.

“Ahh! Fuck! Lion! Almost... Ahh!” A barrage of broken cries tore from my lips as another violent wave of ecstasy rippled through my lower body. My chest heaved, my core contracting tightly around nothing as the intense orgasm ripped through me.

That was the third time tonight. A record I’d never broken before. Usually, one round was enough whenever I surrendered to my filthy fantasies over Lion’s picture.

But tonight? I had cum three times, and a dark, insatiable part of me still wanted more—even as the silk sheets beneath me soaked in my own fluids. I couldn't flush the image out of my head. I couldn't unsee what he and his girlfriend, Jewell, were doing downstairs. Only an hour ago, I had walked down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, utterly unprepared for what was waiting in the dark.

Right there on the marble counter, they were fucking. In the kitchen, of all places! Damn it all to hell.

I leaned my back heavily against the tufted headboard. I didn't bother getting dressed; I remained completely bare, staring down at Lion’s rumpled photograph with blurred vision.

“I hate you!” I spat out in a harsh whisper, my fingers tightening around the paper until it tore at the edge. “It should be me! Not Jewell! You’re supposed to be doing that to me!”

A choked sob broke past my lips, and tears finally tracked down my flushed cheeks. I swiped them away aggressively, letting out a bitterly humorless laugh at my own pathetic state.

“What were you honestly expecting, Snow?” I scolded myself under my breath, my voice trembling with raw humiliation. “That Lion would actually want you back? He’s your brother! Adopted or not, he’s still your brother. You have no right to be jealous. You have no right to be mad at what you saw down there. She’s his girlfriend. It’s normal for them to do that.”

I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted copper, trying to beat some sense into my aching heart. I was right. Why was I even getting angry? What claim did I have on him? Besides, what I wanted was a sick fantasy that would never happen in real life. Never.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, intending to walk into the bathroom to clean myself up.

Before my feet could touch the floor, a sound froze the blood in my veins. A heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed from the hallway, coming to a dead stop right outside my bedroom door.

My body stiffened instantly. Panic seized my chest, rendering me completely immobile. Every nerve in my brain screamed at me to dive back into bed, to pull the covers over my naked body, but my muscles refused to cooperate. I stood locked in place like a deer caught in the headlights.

Click.

The door handle turned slowly, and the door swung open and a tall figure stepped into the dim room, quietly shutting the door behind him before the sharp turn of the lock resonated in the quiet room. 

A dark, dangerous smirk played on his lips as his gaze swept over every exposed inch of my bare skin. “Need help, Snow?”