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This starts from Luke's POV and then shifts to Jordan's.

We had just taken a break to cuddle and kiss each other passionately, when we heard footsteps in the hall and my father’s voice.

“Anyone home?” Dad called.

“Oh my god!” Jordan gasped.

I smiled crookedly and winked at her.

* * *

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me or how my feelings had churned back and forth over the last hour. First there had been the hot, forbidden joy of fucking the two studly Mexican gardeners. I don’t really share my mom’s feelings about Blacks and Latinos and stuff, but that’s how she was raised, and I had to pretend to go along when she was around.

Really, the excitement of a handsome brown or black man made sex more exciting, so forbidden and naughty! Plus it helped ease my secret self-doubts—even though most guys had started sniffing around me since my tits got big in high school. Partly it was how Mom had raised me, so often critical of my looks or my style or grace. I wondered if I was truly lovable.

I suppose I felt getting fucked by a guy who I turned on was proof I really was a desirable girl. However, since I didn’t want to obtain the reputation of a slut, I played around outside my social circles, especially with the athletes of color in my college. And occasionally the two Mexican brothers, our home gardeners who’d kept my secret for two years.

It was a total shock when Luke walked in on us. His regular surfing trips made possible my trysts with Luis and Miguel. Mom always said I should treat my stepbrother like an inconvenience so he didn’t develop “inappropriate” feelings for me. The whole step-cest taboo thing aside—and despite that she’d married Luke’s dad, Paul— she thought my stepbrother was far beneath me. Even though I always thought he was cute, I played the bitch. Sometimes I really hated it.

The shock of being discovered and then his blackmail, turned into self-pity for losing control and fear of what he might do. Real tears fell at the degrading way he forced me to play with myself and then suck him off. By the time he shot his load into my mouth and made me swallow, I felt so low and dirty and disgusting that I started crying for real.

I’d been so surprised when he took pity and put his arms around me. Even though he was two years younger, his strong arms around me, holding me against his muscled surfer body made me feel so much better. It felt like he actually cared about me in a way that often my mother didn’t make me feel. I hugged him back, comforted by the feel of him.

When he told me how beautiful and sexy I was, it was like a dying flower getting watered. My secret attraction to him combined with this unexpected blossom of desire made me want him in me more than I’d wanted any man. I was thrilled when my brother’s cock slipped into my pussy, already well-lubed from Luis’ uncut eight inches.

Hot fantasies floated around in my imagination as my stepbrother and I fucked in every position we could, my orgasms building and shattering in hot climaxes. Dreams of us sleeping together every night, fucking and sucking all the time, taking him up my ass—him triple-penetrating me with the gardeners!—that fantasy caused my third orgasm—and even being his sex slave…

By the time Luke and I had exhausted ourselves, my lust backed off but not my newfound feelings for him. I was suddenly, unexpectedly in love with my stepbrother. I was too drained to ponder how we’d get away with a regular sexual relationship, but I suddenly wanted him so badly that I couldn’t imagine life without him.

Are you that starved for love, Jordan? Oh fuck you—he’s hot and he’s into you! Who cares!

That was when Paul called out. The sound of my stepfather’s voice stole my breath so much I could barely say “Oh my God” to my stepbrother. That’s when I saw his crooked smile. Whether he truly cared for me or not, my humiliation was just beginning. I tried to cover up by embracing him, but Luke easily extricated himself and pulled the blankets off my bed as he got up.

“Stay like you are, Sis,” he said.

“What’s going on in—” my stepdad started to ask as he appeared in the doorway. “Jesus!”

“Nope, just me, Luke,” he grinned. “I caught her doing something very naughty with the gardeners. On camera. Obviously, she doesn’t want her mother or anyone else seeing it.”

“So you blackmailed her into fucking?” His eyes shone as he beamed proudly.

“It started out as blackmail, but she got into it. A lot. I never knew my sister was such a slut.”

My guts twisted and my eyes filled as he said that about me. Some of the triumph left his face. He sat next to me and swiped the tears away from my eyes. He stroked my cheek… tenderly. Then he leaned in and kissed my lips gently, as if he really did care about me feelings.

At least to a point he does…

“I’m actually meaning that as a compliment, Jordan,” he said. “I thought of you as a stuck-up, frigid bitch whose pussy could make ice cubes. But you’re a gorgeous, sexy, vital woman who can let herself go. I don’t think slut is really the right word, but hell… I’m a slut. I’d have sex with hot girls all day long if I could, so screw the double-standard.”

Paul shook his head. “Son, that has to be the strangest mix of chivalry and rakishness I ever saw. One would think you really care about her.”

“I do. Still…” A gain, a gleam in his eye.

Paul got a look in his eyes and said to stay just like we were. He’d be right back.

“Hold me, please,” I whimpered.

I sighed and melted into him, flooded with relief as he wrapped his powerful arms around me. Little tears of happiness pricked my eyes as he softly kissed my cheek and told me not to worry.

“Do you really care about me, Luke? Do you like me?”

“I meant what I said earlier. You’d be my girlfriend if you weren’t my sister.”

“I’m so confused about my feelings for you,” I stammered.

“Do you kind of love me? Is that what you mean? It’s okay.  I feel the same… but—”

“But?” I whined.

“That doesn’t mean you get treated like a princess. Not today, anyway.”

Butterflies filled my tummy, half-anxious and half-thrilled, as I asked him what he meant.

“Don’t play dumb. I know how smart you are. I’m pretty sure Dad has the same thing in mind for you as I do, Jordan.”

“Revenge,” I moaned mournfully. And yet I was excited.

“No. Dreams come true.” He winked. “For all of us, I think.”

Two minutes later, Paul led the gardeners back in. They grinned, both clutching hundred-dollar bills, and began taking their clothes off. I felt hollowed out, but my dread quickly was replaced with excitement from knowing I was going to do this in from of my dad and brother. I imagined a first-time skydiver about to step out of a plane: terrifying but exhilarating.

In that moment I no longer cared if Luke showed that video to Mom or anyone, because it felt so freeing I no longer had to hide my sexual hunger. More than that, I had discovered some part of me that wanted to show off how hot I was. That it was my dad and brother, step or not, made it sexier. I wanted them to watch the Mexicans fuck me!

I lay on my back on the center of my bed and spread my legs wide. Luis got down there and raised my spread legs. With shaking fingers I guided his cock into my dripping cunt. Miguel straddled my chest and plunged his cock into my open mouth.

“Jesus, Jordan,” Paul muttered. “I never thought in a million years…”

I heard him fairly tear his clothes off while Luke started to jack off. My brother panted that there was no hotter girl than me, and he loved me for it. Hearing that made me suck Miguel’s cock even deeper and pound my pussy into Luis’ battering hips, driving him deeper into me.

You’re a fucking slut! A cock-hungry cum dumpster aching to be fucked in every horny hole!

I felt weightless, suspended by a hot mist of giddy, sensuality while the sensations of cock-flesh invading my mouth built up a deep ache of need in my cunt. I lost my self in dicks penetrating me and knowing they were brown men’s dicks, and that my dad and brother were jacking off watching me be the little whore that I was.

I felt strong fingers guide my hand to a hard cock—it had to be Luke’s!—and I eagerly took hold of his rigid, silky pole, already slick from precum. As I stroked his cock, my brother’s guttural moans made my clit throb even harder. I loved knowing I was getting my brother off! I hoped he loved seeing me getting fucked like this by the gardeners, and wanted to fuck me right after!

What if my stepfather wants to fuck me too?!!!

When I realized I wanted that, it triggered my next orgasm. My spasming twat clamped down on Luis’ ramming pole and made him gasp. He came deep in my pussy moments later. Finally his brother jacked off into my open mouth. Smiling, the Mexican brothers dressed and left while Luke and Paul looked at me with admiration and lust.

“Man, I’ve never seen anything hotter,” Paul said, toying with his rigid dick. “Not even in porn. Jordan you could make a fortune in porn and stripping… hell, doing escort work.”

“Dad, I kind of think that’s up to her,” Luke said defensively. I loved how protective he sounded.

Paul stood over me as I lay on the bed, licking the rest of the younger Mexican brother’s sticky spunk off my lips. He looked my sweaty body up and down, grinning. He asked what I wanted.

I was so fluttery with excitement and my pussy ached so much for more cock, I didn’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck me… Dad.”

Just saying the words inflamed him as much as it did me. That’s when my stepfather got on the bed, parted my legs and slipped his straining seven inches into my well-fucked hole. I looked to Luke for his reaction and it was both lusty and… something else. It suddenly occurred that he might be just a little bit jealous.

“I want to suck your cock, baby,” I told him. “I want both of your cocks in me!”

Animal passion overtook whatever misgivings he might have had, and he plopped to his knees beside my head. When his stiffening woodie touched my lips, I engulfed the head and sucked him right in. His groans made my clit tingle even harder.

Amid my double-penetration, I hazily wondered what would happen between us. My mother would get home from her business trip the day after tomorrow. Luke and I could not take this chance here again, and I would have to go back to pretending I disdained him. This would be difficult, because my secret crush on him had turned into a deep need.

“Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight! I’m going to cum! Let’s give her a facial, Luke!”

As the two hot men jacked off toward my open mouth, I knew one thing for sure, I could no longer pretend to be the Southern debutante Mom raised me to be. Her constant drive to make me into this untouchable, icy princess she envisioned for me had failed. Now that I knew what pleasure could be, now that I knew what it was to be in love, I couldn’t go back.

I finger-fucked my pussy and worried my clit while they shot ropes of sticky semen all over my face. I was so horny I quickly climbed the hill back toward another climax. I tuned out what seemed to be an argument between my brother and my dad. I badly needed another cum!

“No, that wouldn’t be right, Dad,” I heard Luke say.

I wondered what my stepdad had said to make Luke object, but one thought overrode everything else. My brother loved me and I loved him, and nothing could come between us!

Or could it…?