Right Side of Paradise

by Shon

I wasn’t the overanxious little girl they took under their wing anymore, but those three would forever own the softest, biggest piece of my heart.

pausing as always at the letters inked above his left brow. Harlow. When he came home with it when we were eighteen, my mom told him he’d be paying someone to remove it for him by the time we were twenty-five. According to her, he’d outgrow his love for his spoiled “baby” sister.

I couldn’t hear their conversation, the body language told me enough. She loved the attention and it was giving me heartburn.

I didn’t hate anything about Soul. If Harlow was sunshine, he was moonlight.

I loved her like she was a part of me. Because she was. But I wouldn’t lie like she hadn’t been my first heartbreak too.

They were my best friends; they would do anything for me the same way I’d do anything for them. If I had to give Harlow every new teddy bear my parents got me that was okay.

I was so damn easy when it came to Rico. What started as us “getting it out of our system” had turned into the healthiest, filthiest non-relationship of my life.

And damn, that night created a web we still hadn’t untangled. Nine years later and flashes of it still lingered rent-free in my fantasies.

My dick was already tucked into the waist band of my shorts. It was either that or rocking tented pants to the breakfast table. Warm precum hit my lower stomach and I held back a groan.

And that was our fault. We taught her to never go in her pockets if she was around a man. Why would that change just because it was us? If anything, she knew we had her covered three times over. Exactly as it should be.

But what’s the point in a man saying he fancies you if you don’t make him prove it?”

Harlow’s Fuck-It List

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“Oh, that’s alright, I’m nice enough for the both of us.” I wanted to be as delusional as this man when it came to my love. Shit, maybe I already was.

we gravitated toward one another during the day and only went our separate ways to go to sleep every night. We belonged to each other, and our souls had decided a long time ago we belonged together.

All she had on was a towel after her shower and I was just a man, not a damn saint.

“I want to be there. I want to take care of you. We don’t have to fuck but I want to make you feel good. I wanna watch Soul and Chris make you feel good.”

Soul was as gentle as I expected him to be, but so damn thorough and nasty at the same time.

And damn, it felt so good. So good I never paused to question that Christian was fucking me while I was sprawled on top of my stepbrother. It felt too right to question. Too good to give up.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so well.”

“I’m right here, baby. Watching you get fucked like a good girl.”

Rico hissed out a breath that sounded painful. “Shit, Harlow. I’m so hard watching Christian fuck you like this. So hard it hurts.” I believed him.

It was…heaven. Or some hedonistic, unholy equivalent.

“Fuck,” he sounded helpless but happy. “I just came in my fucking pants.”

“Maybe one day you can get on your knees for both of us.” I gave his jaw a light slap. “Taste that perfect pussy of hers before I give you my cum.” Rico whimpered, eyes still on me.

Damn, Christian. No. I shook my head, fighting a losing game to try and rid myself of these thoughts.

When I was back in the hall with the crystal vase in my hand all I could think about was my stepsister’s thong in my pocket and the fact that it was covered with my best friend’s cum.

“I already told you; I don’t need your permission. I’m not a child, Rico.” “No, but you are my baby.”

“Please, Harlow. The only thing that hasn’t changed in the last nine years is how bad I want you. How bad all of us want you. You started something that night and it’s still unfinished.”

knew how hard you were about to come for your stepbrother.”

“You’ve never let me stretch this pussy but if you ever change your mind,” he trailed, thumb stroking up and down. “I would make sure you never regretted it.”

“I won’t touch you unless you tell me to.” He kissed my temple. “And one day, I really hope you fucking tell me to.”

“Just say you missed me so I can fuck this attitude out of you and have you crying for a different reason, baby.”

“You feel how wet you are right now?” “Rico,” I moaned. “You want your stepbrother to take care of that?”

Then he pulled out and pumped his hips in fast, shallow thrusts. That’s what did it. The switch on all my good sense flipped and I knew I was gonna be stuck on this man.

“Whose money you been spending all day?” “Yours,” I cried against his palm. “Whose bed you sleeping in?” “Yours.” Hot tears slid against my cheeks, spilling against his fingers. “Whose name I got tatted on me?” “Mine.”

“You coming this hard because you know it’s your stepbrother making you feel like this?” Yes. Fuck yes.

I would spend his money, come on his dick and sleep in his bed as long as he wanted me to. “Would you call me selfish if I told you I was happy it never worked out with anybody else?”

“You ain’t going nowhere til you taste like us, smell like us. I want everybody on this island to be able to look at you and know exactly who you belong to.”

But between the three of us, I think we could make you happy. Not just sexually, holistically.

“Just think about it, baby. We’ve been together all our lives, why not make it forever?”

I didn’t know what she was begging for, just knew I would give it to her.

“I can be whatever you want me to be, Harley baby. As long as I get to be yours.”

“You can fuck me.” In. “I’ll help you pick out the strap. I don’t care. Use me.” Out. “I want forever with us. I can earn it, baby.” In. My skin slapped against hers. “I promise I can.”

She was soaked. The heat coming off her pussy made me want to push those thin ass panties to the side and slide my finger inside and not pull out.

“I want to bend you over this sink and fuck the shit out of you right now. I want to make you cry for me and watch you come on this dick.”

“I need you to stay open for me, baby. Just like this so I can give you this dick.”

Slamming into Harlow, I kept my eyes on his erection. It got thicker with each pump of my hips. He liked watching me fuck this pussy as much as he liked being watched, and now I needed him too.

But I only got a glimpse before he kissed me, moaning something incoherent against my lips before he tried to push his tongue in my mouth.

But now that he’d done it, I wasn’t stopping. I grabbed his face and rolled on top of him, tonguing him through a shuttering orgasm beneath me.

“Hell yeah, I’m jealous.” Soul erased the sliver of space between us. “I’m jealous as hell it wasn’t my kiss that made you come.”