DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
The basement was quiet except for our breathing.
"Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured.
I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots."
"Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue.
My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it.
If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.