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Cassidy

When we get to their house, Gunner jumps out before scooping me into his arms. I still don’t have a shirt on, and my shoulder is bleeding more now. My shirt is soaked in blood, and I didn’t realize. I was so numb from everything that the pain didn’t register.

When we get inside, he takes me upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. Collin takes my shoes off before moving up so I can see him. “We need to see how badly you are hurt, so we need to get your clothes off. Would you rather Oscar?”

“That would be weird for him,” I say, and he chuckles.

“I’ll happily be the one to touch you then,” he says with a wink. My face heats up, and he grins. “We will be gentle, but I think Gunner is about to cut your sports bra off so that you don’t have to move your shoulder. It’s pretty gnarly.”

“Okay,” I sigh. “I assume you want to know what happened?”

“Only if you want to tell us,” he says.

“I do. I’ll… tell you while you help me undress. So, I’m distracted.”

“Okay. Go slow,” he says, kissing my temple. “Oscar is here too.”

“Okay,” I sigh and relax when I feel Oscar stroking my hair as he sits on the bed beside my head. Gunner and Collin cut my clothes off. I tense when one of them starts cleaning my shoulder and the other is rubbing lotion into my body. I am holding my breath as the pain in my shoulder intensifies.

“Breathe, Cass. You need to breathe,” Oscar urges.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“I know, baby, but you need to breathe. Long, deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. Come on,” he says before imitating what he is asking.

I force myself to take shaky breaths in and out until both Gunner and Collin are rubbing lotion onto my back.

They work their way down and do not hesitate to touch my ass and thighs.

“I don’t think I like how much you just relaxed,” Oscar remarks. When Gunner and Collin chuckle like they do when they’re being mischievous, I giggle. “Is that funny, little sister?”

“Yes,” I laugh. “You have to respect the bravery. You threatened to bury them if they ever touched me, but you won’t fuck with them right now.”

“I did not say that!” Oscar objects.

“Uh,” Gunner laughs. “Yes, you did. I remember because that’s the day my heart broke.”

“You’re being dramatic,” Oscar laugh.

“You really did say that. You’ve said it a lot, actually,” Collin says.

“So, what are you saying? Am I preventing something?” Oscar asks.

“I’m too naked to run away from this conversation,” I complain. “Please, stop. They don’t want me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Collin asks.

“It means I’d be fucking kidding myself to think anyone decent would want me,” I snap.

“Hold up,” Oscar says.

“Don’t even start. You’re my brother, and you don’t count,” I say.

“Yeah, but he isn’t your biological brother; he’s your stepbrother. You aren’t even related. He could totally have a ‘help me, stepbrother. I’m stuck,’ kind of fantasy,” Collin laughs.

“You are clumsy. I wouldn’t put it past you to get stuck in something,” Oscar laughs. “You might be my sister, Cassidy, but not so much that I don’t notice how beautiful you are,”

“What the fuck is this?” Gunner asks, touching my hip.

I wince and move away from him, but he simply grabs my legs and flips my body over.

I feel some type of way about how fucking easy it was for him to do that.

He just threw my ass around like I weighed nothing.

I still panic and pull a nearby blanket over my chest and face as I try not to start crying.

“Oh my God,” Oscar says. “Why are you bruised?”

“Is that from a stun gun?” Collin asks. “Cass?”

“Please don’t,” I say tearfully when he pulls the blanket off my face.

“Is that from a stun gun?” Collin repeats.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“And the bruises?”

“He grabbed me. He… likes to call me various farm animal names when he fucks me. It’s his way of reminding me that I’m fat,” I say bluntly.

The anger that flashes across this man’s face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen from him.

Collin is the calmest of the three, and rage isn’t usually his thing.

Gunner? Maybe. Oscar? Definitely. But Collin?

Never. This makes twice now that he has gotten angry.

“You are not fat, Cassidy,” Oscar says.

“Considering there is enough for him to grab hold of and bruise me, I’m inclined to say you’re full of shit,” I say, covering my body with the blanket entirely. Feeling their eyes on my body is overwhelming when I am waiting for their judgment. I gasp when Collin yanks the blanket off me suddenly.

“Don’t scare her,” Oscar warns. He says nothing, but he grabs my hips and pulls me down on the bed until he can lean over my body and get in my face.

“I don’t ever want to hear that come out of your fucking mouth again.

If I ever hear you degrade yourself again, I swear to God, I will sit your cute little ass on my face and make you come until you are begging for mercy.

I’m a patient man, and I’ve been waiting a long time for you to leave that dumbass.

If you want me to ease you into the idea of us, stop fucking pushing me because when I snap, I’ll fucking ruin you for every other man.

No one will ever compare. Understand?” Collin growls.

A grin spreads across my face, not just because of his admittance of wanting me, but because I found his breaking point. Oscar laughs, and it only makes Collin growl at me again.

“Sorry, understand what? I’m having a hard time hearing you. All the fat got in the way,” I say innocently.

“You little shit,” he laughs as he tickles my sides.

I squeal and squirm to get away from him, but he eventually stops.

“You might be thicker than a Snicker, but your size means nothing when it comes to your worth. You are beautiful, sexy, smart, kind, and absolutely amazing in every way. If he can’t see what he had, then it’s his loss and our gain. ”

“Our? What you…” I start to ask.

The world stops, and I melt into a puddle of my former self when he kisses me. His kiss tastes like sin and happiness. When he pulls away, I keep my eyes closed. “Any more questions, Pebbles?” Collin asks softly.

“No,” I whisper. When I open my eyes, he smiles.

“I meant it when I said I was a patient man. We’ve waited this long, so I can wait longer,” he says.

“Aww. You broke her,” Oscar laughs before leaning down to kiss my forehead. “You’ve been avoiding us for a while, so a lot has happened. Many contradictory things.”

“Oh,” I say.

“Alright. Her face is going to burst into flames if she blushes any harder,” Gunner laughs and pulls me up to sit before carefully helping me back into a shirt. He moves to put boxers on me, and I laugh.

“What?” Gunner asks with a smirk. “They’re clean. I promise.”

“Yep, the ones with shit stains are in the wash,” Collin muses.

“And here I was going to invite you to stay with us,” Gunner says.

“Us?” I squeak out.

“Oh yeah. You’re sleeping in here with me. The alternative is Oscar or the couch. You aren’t sleeping on the couch, and it would be torture to put you in bed with Oscar.”

“So brave for you to take on the torture,” I say simply. “How taxing it must be to be so close to…”

“Go ahead. Say it,” Collin says as he glares at me. “I’ll get the first orgasm in under a minute and have you screaming my name in two.”

“I can’t tell if he is joking,” I say.

“He is not,” Oscar says. “You should get some rest. Guys… let her sleep. It’s her first night here, so keep your dicks in your pants.”

“Or not,” I mutter. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“You worry about yourself, sir,” Gunner laughs. “She’s okay. Go get some sleep, Oscar.”

“Goodnight, Cass. I’m across the hall if you need me. Okay?” Oscar says to me.

“Thank you, Oscar,” I say. “Night.”

I am moved up to lay in the middle of the bed before both Collin and Gunner strip down to their boxers.

When they get in bed with me, Gunner pulls me to his chest, and Collin moves in close to press himself against me.

I try to be still, but I can’t. I’m fidgety and nervous.

My traitorous pussy is aching to be filled.

I am damn near ready to beg them to fuck me, and I don’t get it.

“Pebbles, you’ve got to stop wiggling around and go to sleep,” Collin mutters.

“Sorry,” I say, trying not to move. I do well until he fucks up and kisses my shoulder.

I involuntarily push my hips back against him.

I automatically try to pull away, but he grabs my hip and pushes against me, making me feel how hard he is.

I gasp when Gunner presses himself against me, and I am suddenly pinned between two giant cocks and their owners.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“For what?” Gunner asks, leaning back a bit and lifting my chin.

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” I say. “It’s like I’m not in control of my body.”

“What are you feeling?” he asks.

“Currently? Two giant dicks pressed against me,” I say, and the twins laugh. “I’m not the type to… want. Not since I got trapped in a relationship with Trey.”

“But you… want? Want what?” Gunner asks.

“Please don’t make me say it,” I whine.

“Come on. We already know you are a kinky little thing based on your VelvetBound profile,” Gunner says coolly.

“I want to be fucked… so badly. I don’t know why. It’s consuming my thoughts,” I say.

“Hypersexuality after trauma is a normal reaction to trauma,” Collin says, kissing my shoulder again. He is careful to avoid the bandage, but his lips on my skin make my body forget that I’m in pain.

“I can’t want that with you two,” I say.

“Why not?” Gunner asks.

“Because Oscar…”

“Oscar is your stepbrother who frequently fucks women that look just like you. The same women we are drawn to,” Gunner says bluntly.

“You mean… really?” I ask.