Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

~ELENA~The rest of the day feels like walking through a graveyard. Everywhere in the house is tense, silent, simmering and emotional.No one raises their voice. No one argues. But the tension is everywhere…..thick, oppressive, brushing against my skin.Vincenzo moves around the house like a storm contained in human shape….controlled, tense, unreadable. But I see the way his jaw flexes every time he accidentally catches sight of me. I see the way he changes direction the second he hears Nico’s or Riccardo's footsteps approaching.He’s avoiding conflict. He’s also avoiding his brothers.We should all stay in our rooms. I feel it's better that way if we want to avoid contact. But no, for some reason, none of us can stay in our rooms.Nico is the opposite.He’s restless, pacing, muttering, hands dragging through his hair a thousand times. I can’t tell whether he’s jealous, afraid, or just trying not to explode.Probably all three.He avoids looking at me for mor

~ELENA~I don’t remember walking. I don’t remember taking a step. I barely remember deciding to leave the dining room.All I know is that something in me knew ... .knew they would hurt each other, knew they would break something that can never be fixed, knew I had to stop them before the damage became permanent.My legs move before my mind catches up.Down the hall. Down the stairs. Past the echo of voices…..shouts, grunts, something crashing.My heart leaps into my throat.A sound like a fist hitting flesh echoes down the corridor.“No,” I whisper, voice trembling. “No, no, no…”I can hear everything. I can hear their conversations. I can hear Vincenzo saying I'll choose and the others must step back.My heart twists painfully.I choose?How can I choose?How can I break two hearts to save one?I hear another blow and I push through the gym doors…..And the world stops.All three of them are there…….Breathing hard and bleeding, sweat dripping down their fac

~ELENA~“Touch me now, I can't wait anymore,” I beg shamelessly.And then…..everything changes.For a moment, no one moves.Three men… Three different kinds of hunger…And me, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare, shaking, choosing all of them.Nico reaches me first. He doesn’t ask permission. He never does.His touch is impulsive, reckless, all heat and fire.His fingers slide along my jaw, then down my throat, tracing the frantic beat beneath my skin.He breathes out a trembling laugh….half relief, half disbelief.“You’re killing me,” he whispers.His thumb drags below my bottom lip, slow enough to make my breath hitch.Then he leans in—not to kiss me, not yet—but to let his forehead rest against mine.His hand cups the back of my neck, warm and possessive. Not grabbing. Not pulling.Just holding me there…..like I’m something he’s been starving for.And still afraid to touch too hard.“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he murmurs.He never says things like that.

~ELENA~“Perfect then! We'll give you all we can give,” Vincenzo says as his hand closes around my wrist, drawing me backward.Riccardo’s smirk sharpens while Nico's gaze darkens again.“You said you want all of us right??” Vincenzo asks as his gaze drops to my tits. “Then shift your hot fucking ass over to the bed and show us how good you are.”I do a courtesy sign. “Your wish is my command.”I lie down on my back and open my thighs. My pussy is bare to them. “Like what you see?” I drawl, rubbing my fingers up and down my bulging slit. Three of them stare at me intently with so much lust, desire and passion in their eyes. At that instant, I realize that they can never get enough of me or my body.My sexy and horny stepbrothers.“Your tits are fucking nice, as always,” Nico says. He climbs up the bed and stays on one side of me while Riccardo follows and stays on the opposite side.I have two hot mouths on my breasts in seconds, lapping and slurping in tan

~ELENA~Warm sunlight bleeds through the curtains when I wake again, but what really pulls me from sleep is the sensation of hands…..three sets of them……touching me softly, carefully, like I’m made of something breakable.Vincenzo is the first one I see. His hair is a mess, his eyes heavy with the afterglow of last night, but the way he looks at me now… gentle, almost tender… makes my chest flutter.“Morning, baby doll,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek.“Morning Enzo,” I say, then flash a bright smile at him, then quickly added, “Morning Nico and morning Riccardo.”Nico stretches beside me with a lazy grin. “You alive?”“Barely,” I whisper, voice raspy.“Hope you slept well, my princess?” Riccardo asks.“Yes, I did. I slept like a baby after last night's sex….it was awesome!” I almost exclaim. “Only that, I'm still feeling sore, weak and tired this morning.”Riccardo leans down and kisses my forehead. “Then let us take care of you. We're goin