Stella felt her eyes fill up with tears once again. She beat the cancer. She was in remission. The chemo worked. She could remain the mother of her two beautiful daughters, Sydney and Ella. This was her second chance to make things right and to give Sydney at least the opportunity to meet her biological father, Matt.
She took an uneasy breath as she held the letter in her hand. He had contacted her after so many years, and after she had pushed him away. It was the worst time of her life since she was just diagnosed with breast cancer, but it also gave her hope and determination to live. Her life hadn’t been easy. Matt was the father of Sydney, twenty-three and gorgeous with an angelic voice. She could be famous, but instead she chose to stay nearby and help take care of Stella during this time and also watch over her sister Ella. God, Ella was a handful. Drake, her father, had been a wild one. His wildness and need for adventure was what got him killed. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree with Ella.
Stella had loved both men with all her heart, but that love for the two of them was what had split them apart. Matt left for war, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him she was pregnant. Drake was Matt’s best friend and when Sydney was born he had taken on the role as her father. He was pretty good at it, but he held back, and she knew it was because Sydney wasn’t his. By the time Matt returned from his multiple tours, living his dreams and living for the glory of his successful missions, she was pregnant with Ella, Drake’s baby. All hell broke loose.
There was a lot of yelling and a lot of crying. Matt left and Drake stuck around until his own dreams, his own need for adventure, sent him across the world to Australia. While hiking, parachuting, and escaping the dangers of wild animals and primitive cultures, he died from a spider bite. A painful, slow death far away from his family and the woman who loved him.
Tears rolled down Stella’s cheeks and she quickly wiped them away. This was a different time. Her daughters were older now, twenty-three and twenty. She wanted them to meet Matt. Matt wanted to meet both of them. At first Stella was skeptical. She feared so many things it was difficult to focus on just one of the what if’s. But being hit with a disease like cancer put life in perspective. It gave her the opportunity to see that she hadn’t done all she could do to help her daughters, to allow Sydney the chance to meet and know her father, and also to embrace the connection of family that was there no matter what had occurred all those years ago. Matt and Drake had been best friends, like brothers. Either man would have loved her girls as if they were their own. But Stella had almost died. There was no guarantee that she couldn’t have a relapse. The thought of leaving her girls with nothing, with no parent that could guide them and act as family hurt her deeply. She’d never loved another man. Matt and Drake had been her only lovers. They were that special. She needed to take a chance and make things right. Matt needed to know his daughter and his best friend’s daughter. It was only fair.
Now she just had to figure out how she was going to tell Sydney and Ella. What if they didn’t want to meet Matt? What if they didn’t want to move to Texas? What if they hated her for keeping his interest in seeing and meeting them a secret all this time? She took a deep breath and released it. I can do this. I have to do this. Nothing is scarier than facing death in the eyes and I’ve already done that.
“Get her into the bedroom. Her first time should be in our bed where she belongs,” Atlas stated from behind them.
Hart released her lips and Orsin hugged her against his chest as he carried her out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.
She felt the soft, thick comforter against her back as Orsin laid her down on the bed. Hart and Atlas removed her boots, and Orsin removed her panties as he kissed her hips and then her groin.
“Here.” She saw Atlas hand Orsin a condom, and Sydney felt her heart hammering inside of her chest.
“Tell me you want me. You want us,” Orsin asked as he quickly got undressed. The sight of his thick, long cock made her gasp and try to close up her thighs. Atlas chuckled, holding her one thigh open as Hart lay on the other side of her and held her other thigh open. He stroked her pussy and she gasped.
“Don’t be afraid. Once you’re nice and wet, that cock of his is going to slide right into that tight, wet pussy, making you all ours,” Hart told her and stroked her cunt. In and out, his thick finger aroused her body and made her lose that tense, scared feeling.
“Oh, Hart. Oh God, your fingers are so big.”
“Ah, fuck,” Juno said, and she glanced at him and he was naked, too, stroking his thick cock and watching her.
“I’m next, darling. You’re going to have all of us tonight, and they’ll never be any other men for you again,” Juno told her, and she moaned aloud as Hart pulled his fingers from her cunt and Orsin spread her thighs and plunged his tongue into her pussy.
Hart and Atlas pulled her thighs wider and began to feast on her breasts. They tugged, nipped, and licked her nipples and breasts while Orsin licked her pussy and then her anus. Back and forth he wet both her holes, and she suddenly imagined what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and her ass at the same time. She screamed out another release, and then Orsin pressed a finger over her anus and pushed into her back hole. “Orsin!” she cried out when she felt the bed dip and then hands cupped her cheeks from above her and Juno pressed his mouth over hers. Her hips tilted up, her breasts pressed against Hart’s mouth and Atlas’s mouth driving her over the edge.
Orsin pulled his finger from her anus, and then she felt the tip of his cock, the rubber of the condom press between her pussy lips. Her anus hummed, her core ached, and her entire body felt overwhelmed as Orsin breached her pussy, broke the barrier, and shoved in deeply.
“Orsin,” she screamed out, feeling the slight ache, but the power of their ministrations were stronger. He held himself inside of her. His brothers pulled away and Juno sat back.
“Are you okay?” Orsin asked her as he remained still, allowing her pussy to get used to the foreign object stretching her vaginal muscles. She could hardly breathe, he was so damn big. She stared at his scars, and then the love and the sincere concern in his eyes.
“Yes. You’re so big, Orsin. It burns and feels so tight.”
He eased out and she feared he took her comment the wrong way as she gripped onto him
“No, I’m okay.”
He smirked at her.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere. Just relax and let go. I’ll catch you.” A tear escaped from her eye and he leaned down and licked the pathway of her tear away then kissed her lips. He eased out and slowly stroked back into her cunt. She was overwhelmed with emotion, with feeling the deep, magnetic bond between them. With every stroke of his cock she fell deeper, became more connected to Orsin. Then he was grunting and she felt his cock grow bigger, shocked that it made her pussy feel swollen and needy for more. She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting back up against him.
“That’s it, Syd,” Hart encouraged her.
“Come with me, baby. Come with me now, sweet baby,” Orsin said to her as he stroked his cock harder, deeper, and faster into her cunt. She felt this tight sensation grip her insides, and as he hollered out her name, she followed, crying out Orsin’s name as she came. Her body convulsed beneath his and she hugged him to her. He kissed her neck and nibbled against her clavicle, and she moaned and shook some more. Her pussy continued to release more cream and, in doing so, contracted around Orsin’s cock.
“Oh God. Fuck, I can’t take it.” Orsin slid out from between her legs and shook as he kept a hand on her belly. He remained hung over as he tried to calm his breathing.
“So amazing. Damn, baby, you’re amazing.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips.
When he pulled back, Hart was there, straight faced, determined, and eyeing her body over as if deciding where to feast on first. She shivered and began to close up her legs. He stopped her, placing his hands on the inside of her knees.
“No you don’t. We’re all claiming you our woman, Syd. We’re all going to be your firsts, your onlys.”
He eased his palms along her inner thighs, holding her gaze with that smoldering, dark, sexy expression only Hart seemed to have. His pectoral muscles flexed, his chiseled chest had a dusting of hair and a thin line that led to a very thick, long cock. If all four men were this large, she was going to have a hard time walking never mind standing up on stage tonight.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his thumbs teased her clit and pussy.