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  Double Desire

  An MFM Ménage Romance

  © 2019

  By Cassandra Dee

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  A Sneak Peek: Falling for My Beautiful Ward

  A Sneak Peek: Their Secret

  MORE BY CASSANDRA DEE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Double Desire: An MFM Ménage Romance

  Karlie: When my mom married Jerry McKesson, I thought my life was over. Jerry’s twin sons, Colt and Cain, are insufferable, rude, and arrogant, not to mention football stars. My quiet life as a photographer has been upended because now, I live down the hall from two gorgeous men who do whatever they want. They bring friends over late at night, blast music until the crack of dawn, and of course, there’s an endless stream of floozies. The banging noises at night? The creaky headboard and breathy, soundless moans? The twins live to torment me, even if I secretly want to be the object of their affections.

  Colt: My brother and I couldn’t believe it when we met our new stepsister. Karlie was curvy, unassuming, and totally innocent. We figured our nightly escapades would shock the socks off her but looks definitely lie. One night, we take a trip to the big city to “make it rain” with our football buddies. It’s a pre-game tradition: we hit up local joints looking for pretty girls, and then toss bills for good luck. But when the curtain pulls apart at a particularly seamy club, suddenly the beautiful woman on the stage makes our jaws drop. Are our eyes deceiving us, or have we just unveiled a titillating secret about our shy stepsister?

  Hey readers – You’ll love this steamy romance because of its crazy twists and turns! Karlie, Cain and Colt face uphill battles but of course, the trio come out winners in the end. You’ll love it, I promise! Xoxo, Cassie

  DEDICATION

  For every woman who’s wanted MORE.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Karlie

  Home base had never looked so far away.

  But we weren’t playing softball. We were part of the school district’s new physical fitness mandate and were being forced to run laps.

  Not one lap.

  Not two laps, or even five.

  TEN FRIGGIN’ LAPS. Three miles of putting one foot in front of another, again and again, the rhythm monotonous.

  I thought I was going to die.

  “Come on Karlie, you can do it!” huffed my friend Jenny next to me.

  Jenny’s no better off because we’re both round girls with a few extra pounds. But Jenny’s better at this because she has strong legs at least. Me? I’m all big boobs, wide hips, and a jouncing ass. And these so-called assets definitely weren’t helping as we labored on the dirt path, dust picking up from the scuff of sneakers.

  “Wheeeee!” shrieked the whistle of Coach Jane. “Speed it up ladies, we want to finish before the end of the year.”

  Talk about insulting. Wasn’t staff supposed to go through sensitivity training or something like that? But I couldn’t focus on the comment because I was in so much pain. Sharp shooting sensations were making me double over because it hurt so bad. Plus, my lungs were positively screaming from lack of oxygen.

  To make things worse, the men’s football team came out for warm-ups and I noticed with a sinking heart that my stepbrothers were among them, their deep, confident laughter audible even across the field.

  Of course they were here. Colton and Cain were MVP football players at Xavier Middlebury. They were big men on campus, and stars on the field and off. Just the other day, I’d been reminded how different we were. Colton and Cain were kings of the cool kids whereas I was a nerd, the invisible girl no one paid any attention to.

  My brothers had been holding court at lunch as usual with a group of good-looking kids surrounding them: the guys in letter jackets and the girls in fancy designer clothes.

  “Hey Colt,” cooed Cindy, a Barbie lookalike with platinum hair. “What’s your plan for tonight?”

  Colt had shrugged.

  “Maybe we’ll grab something to eat after practice,” he said. “Didn’t a new burger place open next the mall? Could be worth checking out.”

  My heart sank as I heard that. I’d been scheduled to tutor my brothers after dinner that day. I was supposed to help them with their essays for English, but I guess they weren’t interested in hanging out with me when they could be meeting up with friends and socializing.

  So I was surprised that night when the door banged loudly, announcing the arrival of my stepbrothers.

  “Hey, I thought you guys were going out,” I called from the kitchen, confusion tingeing my voice. I’d made some spaghetti and was just finishing up the sauce. We have a cook but I like to do it myself sometimes because it feels more authentic like I’m in touch with the food.

  “Naw,” said Cain, clunking a huge bag of sports equipment onto the floor. “We thought we’d come home. We missed you, little sis,” he tossed off.

  “You did?” I said, hardly believing my ears. Usually they barely paid attention to me, so I was surprised that they were even in the kitchen making conversation.

  But the real reason came soon. Colt grabbed a plate and began heaping it with noodles, the steam rising to the ceiling.

  “Yeah, nothing like a home-cooked meal,” he grunted. “Damn, I’m hungry.”

  My heart sank. Of course. Colt and Cain had huge appetites from all the sports they did and I was nothing more than a fly on the wall, cooking, cleaning, and even tutoring, come to think of it.

  I slunk up to my room, a plate of pasta in my hand. Colton and Cain had basically ignored me once their bellies were filled with food, settling on the couch with ESPN on. I could hear them from upstairs, “Go Cowboys, get em!” “Goddammit ref, you suck!”

  I wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang some ten minutes later and the downstairs was filled with voices. We lived in our own wing of the mansion, so of course Colton and Cain were having friends over on a weeknight. They never stopped to follow rules because rules were for sissies.

  Especially when it came to girls. They weren’t supposed to invite girls over, but I could definitely hear female voices. There was the unmistakable clinking of glasses, then tinkling high-pitched laughter mixed in with my brothers’ deep growls. What the?

  But determinedly, I got to work. I wasn’t exactly pretty, so I was going to have to depend on my brains and personality to get ahead. Putting earplugs in, I turned on my desk lamp and flipped open a copy of Moby Dick. Hot sailors who took on the wild seas, that’s what would keep my mind off what was going on downstairs … or so I hoped.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Karlie

  I was startled from a deep sleep by the sound of rhythmic thunking followed by grunts and moans. What the? I sat up in bed, shaking my head confusedly. What the hell was going on? Were we being burgled?

  But the answer came soon. A long, feminine moan rang clearly through the darkn
ess, followed by harsh panting and slapping sounds.

  “Oh god, Colt, right there, yeah!” cried a girl’s breathy voice.

  My mouth hung open. Was it? Could it be? But the answer was clear as the rhythmic slapping sounds started up again. It could only be flesh hitting flesh as my brother banged some floozy next door.

  What in the world? My steps weren’t supposed to have girls over and now Colt, at least, was flagrantly disregarding the rules, doing some girl hard with the volume on max.

  I was mad at being woken up but also disturbingly titillated. Even if it was against the rules, the breathy moaning and panting made what was happening sound good, and it must have felt amazing.

  Slowly pulling the covers aside, I tiptoed to my door and let myself into the hallway, padding quietly over to the twins’ room. Who knew where Cain was? He’d probably been banished so that his twin could get his game on while reaming some girl silly in their room.

  But suddenly, a second masculine voice joined the sound effects and I could hear two men grunting, going at the woman in tandem.

  “Yeah fuck her,” said one.

  “Her pussy is so tight,” ground the other. “How’s her mouth?”

  I gasped, clapping a hand over my excited cry. Holy shit, were both of my brothers drilling the same girl? Was this even possible? As quietly as I could manage, I pushed open the door to their bedroom just a bit.

  And the sight made my pussy run immediately, gushing its special juice. A woman lay on their bed, her face obscured by my brother’s dick because she was sucking it, her throat furiously moving up and down as that massive shaft got a lube.

  And Cain, he was at her other end between her legs, drumming her cunt hard, his hips moving like an automaton with a gorgeous sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abs.

  “Umph, umph,” he grunted, pushing her legs up so that her feet stuck in the air in a vee, giving him more leverage. “Fuck, this pussy is tight.”

  “Umph, her mouth is tight too,” said Colt, pushing hard between the girl’s lips so that she choked. “Oh shit, too much,” he said, pulling out, the girl choking and gagging as the rod withdrew.

  And then it was my turn to gasp because for the first time, I saw my brother’s cock bare, its full length exposed and meaty. He was ten inches, and that’s an underestimate. It just seemed to go on and on as he pulled out of her mouth, inch after inch after inch appearing like a snake that wouldn’t stop, its shiny length veiny and pulsating with power.

  I literally lost my balance and had to catch myself on the door frame, steadying myself from the shock. Holy shit! That girl was a champ, and to be frank, I envied her a little, my hand going down to my panties and stroking a bit. What would it feel like to have that huge cock in my mouth? Would I be able to take it?

  But the surprises weren’t over. With a mighty roar, Cain came, his hips shooting forward and giving her one final drill, punching into that little vag with a hard ream with his face and chest clenched in a mask of agony.

  But his control was amazing because he pulled out on the next stroke, great gusts of sperm shooting over her boobs and stomach, coating the girl in a filmy white, the sticky cum the best type of bath.

  And I really lost my balance this time, landing hard on the floor with a thunk because Cain too, had an equally big cock, another ten inches of pure masculine pleasure, made for pounding women until they passed out.

  I could hardly believe it. My steps were massively endowed, and yet I’d never get a chance to taste for myself. I was sad and disappointed, even though I told myself I shouldn’t feel this way. After all, we were related by marriage! How wrong is that?

  But instead, I pretended. Not even bothering to get up, I thrust my fingers between my legs and began stroking. Oh god, oh god. I pictured myself as the girl in the bed, a massive cock in my mouth, another in my pussy, being taken on both ends.

  I’d stretch and then stretch some more, making room for twenty inches, enjoying the pure penis power while savoring it deep on both sides.

  And without further ado, I came hard on my fingers, my little twat spasming, clenching down on my fingers, and seizing in pulsations of pleasure. I could feel shocks start from my clit and shoot outwards, ending in the tips of my fingers and toes, making me feel deliciously electrified as my breath came hard.

  Coming to, I realized where I was. Sprawled on the floor outside my brothers’ bedroom as the banging continued inside. It was insane … and incredibly dirty.

  They hadn’t noticed me at all because they were so into in their threesome that my gasps and pants outside hadn’t penetrated the sex fog. I could see now that they had the girl bent over their desk as they inspected her pussy, her back lips pulled wide, the pink flesh pulsing as cream ran down her thigh.

  “She looks appetizing, doesn’t she?” remarked Cain. His dick was already at full mast again, like he hadn’t come just five minutes ago.

  “Oh yeah, brother,” grunted Colt. “And I’m going to pound her hard,” he said, one hand fingering her folds, slowly pushing a finger in as the girl squealed again.

  I couldn’t do anything but watch. I lay on the floor, barely breathing, my hands between my legs as my steps owned the girl over and over again … while wishing it was me.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Colt

  Karlie’s a funny one. She’s curvy and cute, with no idea of how tempting she looks.

  I remember the first time we saw her. My dad had asked us to come straight home after school.

  “Damn,” said Cain. “What does that guy want now?”

  “Who knows?” I shrugged dismissively. “We have practice anyways.”

  I was referring to the Saratoga Eagles football team. Cain and I are star players. I’m quarterback and Cain is our best receiver. It’s fucking awesome to be us on a Friday night, and I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s.

  But later that evening, a surprise met us as soon as we opened the door.

  “Colt, Cain,” called my dad from the drawing room. “Over here.”

  Now before you say, “WTF is a drawing room,” let me explain. Jerry left our mom when we were kids, leaving her to raise us by herself, and it was rough. One day he went off to work, business as usual, but then he didn’t come home. Not that night, not the night after, and not for ten years.

  Instead, he rolled into town a couple months ago, CEO of some conglomerate. Turns out his company was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by some huge behemoth with Jerry as its head. He’s rich as Midas now, with a giant ego to boot, and always trying to show off or show someone up.

  So yeah, Jerry’s got billions and he bought an estate when he sailed back into town. Waverly Manor is huge with ten bedrooms and ten baths, which is a little extravagant. After all, who needs ten bathrooms? It’s just the three of us in the house, if you don’t count the twenty people on staff.

  “Hey hey hey!” boomed Jerry’s voice upon seeing us in the doorway. “Come in boys!”

  I hated when he acted jovial because it was so fake. But we dropped our heavy equipment bags with thumps, uncaring where they landed. I hope they scuffed the wood floors and tore up his fancy carpets.

  There was a woman with him, thin and blonde, with an adoring smile directed at my dad.

  “Boys, let me introduce you,” he said. “This is Karla, my fiancée.”

  Cain and I looked at each other. What in the world? Who was this woman?

  But it was true. The woman held out her hand to us, her dainty wrist limp, the nails long and red, with a giant diamond on her finger.

  “Hello Colt, hello Cain,” she said, her voice dripping like honey. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard sooo much about you already.”

  My brother and I shared a glance, puzzled.

  “You have?” drawled Cain, “Where from?”

  I nodded. Where from indeed?

  Karla giggled, shooting my dad a cheeky glance.

  “From wo
rk of course! I am … I mean, I was your dad’s secretary. I’ve been working for Jerry for six months and baby, it was so good and so amazing that we just had to make it permanent, didn’t we?”

  My stomach dropped because I literally felt sick seeing this. This was disgusting. My dad was a lech who banged his secretary. Was she pregnant? Was that why Jerry was putting a ring on it?

  But even worse, it brought back memories because this how Cain and I came into existence. Once upon a time, our mom Barbara had been Jerry’s assistant, when he had no money and she was practically working for free. And look how that had turned out.

  So I was pissed and about to stalk out when another woman stepped out of the shadows from behind the simpering pair. She’d been standing to the right so still and silent that Cain and I hadn’t noticed her. Her big eyes were watchful and her expression somber.

  “Oh right,” laughed Jerry, “how could I forget? This is Karla’s daughter Karlie, your new stepsister.”

  Was this some joke? Karla and Karlie? Really? Were we being pranked?

  But the girl was completely different from her mom. Curvy with auburn hair, she had giant Double D’s and a luscious ass, shown off in a purple cocktail dress. Damn but she looked good in that outfit with creamy thighs that peeked out beneath the hem, and long legs that glimmered. Plus, wow, that ass. Kind of like dessert, ready to be eaten by a male animal ... or two male animals in this case.

  But Karlie wasn’t shaken by our stares. She looked back at us like she knew us already, her brown eyes luminous, observing everything.

  “Hi,” she said quietly. “I’m starting at Xavier tomorrow as a senior transfer.”

  “Oh yeah?” I drawled. “That’s harsh, coming in the middle of senior year.”

  “Yeah, you couldn’t stay at your old school for the last six months?” added Cain, looking at Karla.