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Chapter Three
Micah
Willow Lewis has always been under my skin. I don’t hate her like she believes, but it makes staying away from her a lot easier. It would cause a massive controversy if I fucked my stepsister, but believe me, I have wanted to do just that for a long fucking time.
The thing about Willow is she is a good girl. She stays out of trouble, and she doesn’t hook up with any guys who throw themselves at her, because those fuckwits might have had a problem with me if she did.
Willow deserves better than me. I’m a possessive asshole, and someone like her deserves to be free.
I had to leave her house to hear her story. My temper is on a hair trigger, and I didn’t want her to see me lose my shit if her story goes where I think it will. It’s the reason I brought Jace and Zac—I need them to keep me in line. They know how I feel about her and have been harassing me for a while to introduce them to my family, or at least to Willow.
Carol and my dad won’t understand our situation. It’s not common for three men to be involved with each other, and it’s not something I’d ever considered until I met them. I thought they were joking when they asked me to have a threesome with them, and up until that point, I had only slept with women. I was curious about men and had fooled around with Cameron Jones in high school, with him begging to suck my cock, but I hadn’t gone much further.
Our dynamic works for us, but lately Jace has been expressing his need for a woman in our mix. Zac and I are not against the idea, and it’s why I haven’t been thrilled about introducing them to Willow. She is gorgeous but doesn’t even know it. And she’s also kind and will help anyone; she cares even when she doesn’t have to. She is feisty when she gets angry, and she has a body to die for, with curves and an ass. Shit, I’m giving myself a boner.
“Earth to Micah,” Willow says. “What do you want to drink? ”
“Can you tell her she isn’t paying for the first round?” Zac snaps, and I chuckle.
“No way, I wouldn’t advise it.”
“I’m an independent woman and can buy a round of drinks. You have no reason to pay for mine when your end goal isn’t to end up in my pants.”
Covering my mouth with my hand to hide my smirk, I watch Zac, who narrows his eyes at her. I know he is wondering if this is a fight he can win, and I shake my head.
“Who says it isn’t my end goal?” Jace throws her way, and Willow’s head snaps toward him.
She sighs, thinking he is joking. “Because men that look like you don’t take home girls who look like me, and I’m okay with that. Let me get your drinks and then I will rehash the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
She walks away without waiting for me to tell her what I want to drink. Good thing I’m not all that fussy.
As we all watch Willow stride to the bar and order our drinks, Jace kicks me under the table. “Why didn’t you tell us she looked like that?”
“Because if you stick your dick in her, it could cause a world of problems for me.”
“Bullshit,” Zac says. “We know you haven’t introduced us because you would have to tell her, then your parents, that you fuck men.” Zac is a moody prick, but he isn’t wrong.
“If you think I’m ashamed of the fact we fuck, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Prove it,” Jace taunts.
I lean over the table between us and grab Zac by the back of his neck. He tries to pull away, but I force his head toward mine.
“How do you want me to prove it, huh? Do you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you, so everyone, including my stepsister, knows you’re mine? Because you know I fucking will.”
He smashes his lips to mine, and a startled gasp comes from behind me. Zac smiles against my lips, then pulls back.
“You’re a dick,” I murmur, before Willow puts the tray down on the table. Her cheeks are stained crimson, and I love how she can’t hide when she is embarrassed or turned on. Her skin goes such a pretty pink color. I’ve loved having fun with that over the years.
She clears her throat. “I guess I should get on with my story, so I can leave you three to it.” Her eyes dart between Zac and me, but she won’t ask.
“I think you should, pretty girl, because I’m very curious about how someone gets tied to a chair naked and has to call her stepbrother for help,” Jace teases.
She takes a large sip of whatever fruity bullshit she’s drinking, and I reach for one of the glasses. They all look to be the same.
“My ex... or, well, he was my boyfriend until today... We spoke about trying something new.” The red of her cheeks deepens.
“Was he trying to force you?” I snap, making her jump. I squeeze the glass, almost wishing it will break as a release for my anger.
“No,” she whispers. “I wanted to... now let me finish. After watching a video on View4U about how to tie yourself to a chair, I thought he might like it. Even though being naked like that is out of my comfort zone, I wanted to take the next step. However, when he turned up, he told me he wanted to end things, that he was seeing someone else and it was serious. It would have been fine if I didn’t get mad and pull against the restraints—it tightened them.”
“Why don’t you like being naked?” Jace asks. He is our nudist, and he only puts on clothes to leave the house.
“You have eyes, Jace. You saw me naked. I’m mortified that I went from zero people having seen me naked to four in one day.”
“What is View4U?” Zac asks, changing the subject.
She smirks. “It’s a video platform where you can watch videos on different kinks, or even just things you like. Normally I only watch ones with masked men, but the douche nugget said he would never wear one for me. I thought maybe role-playing being kidnapped and tied to a chair might work, but obviously it didn’t.”
Jace smirks at me and winks, which makes me grind my teeth. I know what he’s thinking and I’m going to veto the idea before he can even finish the thought. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? To be chased by a masked man, tied up, and then let him have his way with you?”
Jace used to work regularly for a company called Wild Steps. They paid him well, and he is still listed on their books, even though he is less involved with them these days. Every now and again, he gets an itch, and he gets paid to scratch it in a safe environment. One reason our relationship works well is because we have open communication and make sure everyone’s needs are met. Zac likes women, but he doesn’t actively seek them out all that often. When he does, though, one of us is with him. He has a very traumatic past, and he doesn’t trust women in the bedroom as a result. He isn’t violent or anything like that, but occasionally PTSD will hit him out of nowhere and some women freak out.
Willow shrugs at Jace. “In theory, yes. Though I’m mortified enough after this experience that I think I will now go back to plain old vanilla sex and call it a day.”
“Do you want to dance?” Jace asks Willow, and she raises her brow at him. But he flashes his panty-melting smile, and she finally nods, so he holds out his hand to her.
While they move onto the dance floor, Zac gets us another round, and I watch them dance. I’m mesmerized by the way she moves her body, the way Jace runs his hands over her curves... There is no space between them, and I know Jace has his cock pressed into her ass.
“Wipe away the drool,” Zac snarks, appearing out of nowhere.
“I’m not drooling,” I throw back, but wipe my hand over my mouth to make sure, and he laughs.
“You know Jace won’t leave this alone. You made a huge deal about not introducing us...”
“I know.” I sigh. “Maybe he would be good for her. I’m also realizing she isn’t as innocent as I thought.”
“What’s her mom like? I get she isn’t thin, but she is stunning. I’m surprised she has body issues the way she does. To be honest, the sight of her tied to a chair with her legs spread will now play a starring role in my spank bank.”
He isn’t the only one; I have an entire repertoire of images of her in mine. My favorite is her bending over in a dress last summer and seeing a sliver of her underwear; the innocent white cotton played into my fantasy of her.
Jace walks over to the table, sweat covering his brow as he takes a seat. “Willow needed a bathroom break. Just so you know, if I get her to sign up to Wild Steps, I’m calling Archer to ask him if he can assign me.”
He holds my eye and waits for the blowout, but what can I do? She is an adult, and it’s a safe way for her to explore. Jealousy swirls in my gut. He will get to know what it feels like to be balls deep inside her, but I can squash that emotion down because I know Jace wouldn’t hurt her.
Jace and Willow spend the next few hours alternating between drinking and dancing until Willow is wasted. I stop after my second drink so when she’s ready to leave, I can safely take her home.
“Sooo,” she slurs. “How long have you and Zac been a thing and why didn’t you tell us?”
I laugh. “Do you really think Carol and Dad would be okay with that?”
She shrugs. “Who gives a fuck what they think if you’re happy? You’re an adult—you have your own house and adult money.”
“It’s complicated,” I say .
“It’s not that complicated. We all fuck,” Jace blurts out.
Willow’s eyes go wide as she looks between us. “All three of you? I have so many questions and no idea where to start.”
She rattles off her questions and Jace does his best, in his drunken state, to answer things like: Are we exclusive? How does it work with three people? Do we have sex with women? Do people at work know?
The answer to that last one is: they do to an extent, but most don’t care—or they don’t say anything, as we don’t mix our personal life with work.
Willow eventually asks the classic “Who’s a top and who’s a bottom?” and Jace then turns the conversation to explaining in very intimate detail how it feels as a man to be fucked in the ass. This starts her off on a rant about how she wants a G-spot in her ass, because every time she has done anal, it hurt more than felt good.
By the time the bar is closing, Zac and I manage to get them in the truck, though it takes a lot of convincing that the night is over.
When we reach her house, Willow has passed out with her head on Jace’s lap, though he wakes as I lift her out of the car.
“I need you to fuck me when we get home,” he mumbles, before closing his eyes again .
Willow hugs into my chest, and I pull her in tight as I take her inside and tuck her into her bed. I wonder if I made the right decision to cross the line with her tonight. The line has been drawn for so long, but as I watch her curl into a ball beneath her covers, I wonder if it isn’t time to come clean and tell our parents the truth. Maybe then Willow and I can be friends, as with the thoughts I have about her, I know there is no way we could ever be siblings.