Stepbrothers' Darling

by K.A. Knight

With a smirk, I lower, dragging my hand down his chest as I widen my stance and slut drop before bending forward and standing. Cyrus’s hands snap out and drag me back again, digging in so hard I gasp. He nips my ear. “Don’t tease, or I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone. Let them see just how much Crew you are.”

Just, please…” She swallows. “Please don’t break his heart. You might think he doesn’t have one, but he does. He just doesn’t know it because it’s in your hands.” “Leigh…”

I hear the whispers, the nickname they are giving her—Crew’s Darling, and they are fucking right.

We claimed her, so she has a target on her, and one day she will find that out. Before then, we need to make it worth her while so she sticks around, because if she left now, she would be taking Cyrus’s ruined heart and Asher’s colourful one with her.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” He sits up, grabbing my chin and dragging me up his body until our lips are inches away. “You’ve got it, Darling. I’ll fuck it so hard you won’t fucking be able to speak another teasing word. I’ll fill it with my cum until it drips down that little chin of yours and onto those tight, fuckable tits. I’ll mark every fucking inch of you, so get back on those knees and swallow me.”

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Swallow me whole, let me fill that teasing little mouth.”

But tonight isn’t about me. It’s about him. Is there anything hotter than seeing a powerful, sexy man lose all control because of you?

“Yeah, that’s not fucking happening. I was going to leave you be tonight, but you brought that sexy ass in here and now you aren’t leaving until I’ve fucked every inch of you,” he snarls,

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls. “Look at you dripping for me, Darling. Shit. I’m hard again just from the sight of your little pink pussy. Does it make you wet knowing this is wrong? Knowing I’m your stepbrother and that your little cunt shouldn’t be spread for me like this while I eat you?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Darling.” He grins. “I’m going to fill that pussy like I did your mouth.” “Prove it,” I growl, too deep to stop now.

Smirking, he grabs my legs and tosses them over his shoulders as he yanks me down the bed until my ass hits his thighs, then he runs his tongue through the mess on my chest. “Scream for me,” he purrs,

“That’s its baby girl, take all of me. You look so fucking hot with my cock filling you,” he growls,

He turns me so I face the mirror in the corner of his room. I watch as his big, thick cock pounds in and out of me and my breasts sway from the force. Those dark, hungry eyes meet mine in the glass. It’s fucking hot, and when I see another pair of eyes watching, I almost come on the spot. Asher.

I’m being shared by my three stepbrothers, and I’m more than okay with it. It’s time I made them aware of that.

Fuck. I thought Cyrus and Bray were big, but Asher looks like a fucking porn star. Why is it always the nice quiet ones? It’s topped with a huge ring piercing, and he has tattoos across his hips leading to and down it.

Either that, or Cyrus, the mardy bastard, has submitted them again. We bought a gallery a while back—well, he did without telling me—and he displays my art. I don’t often go there, I don’t want the praise, I just enjoy painting and drawing.

“I wasn’t fucking finished,” I snarl. “If you ever dare talk to my friend like that again, you’ll find your stuck-up ass on the ground, understood?” “You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses, stepping up to me, and I smirk. “Honey, you clearly have no idea who I am. Let me change that, shall I? I’m Blair Crew” —I see the recognition in her eyes— “and this girl behind me is my best friend.”

“You are just an insecure little girl with a cheating creep of a boyfriend. Don’t blame the girls, blame the man, and stop acting like an entitled little fucking idiot. Tearing others down doesn’t make you a better person, it just makes you a cunt,” I whisper behind her, looking at Faye. She’s smiling widely at me. “Y-Yeah?” she stutters, her voice quivering even as she feigns confidence. “You’re just a cheap pussy sleeping her way through the Crew brothers for fame.” I laugh.

The girl turns, reaching for my hair. Rolling my eyes, I grab her wrist mid-air and squeeze, making her yelp as she tugs to get it back, but I just add more pressure as I glare. “Pulling hair? Really? What are we, kids? If you want to fight, then fight like a woman.” I shove her arm back at her and slam my fist into her face. She screams and falls back on her ass, covering her busted nose with her hands as I shake out my fists and crouch before her with a grin. “That was a warning. Stay down,” I growl just as I hear shouts. I turn to see the boyfriend coming towards me, finally ready to defend his girl, so I get up, ready to take him on as well, when the Crew brothers are suddenly there. “That was hot, baby girl,” Cyrus remarks as he grabs the man mid-run, holding the boyfriend effortlessly as he flirts with me. Bray grins at his side as Asher moves to mine.

Pulling away, I look at the crowd and raise my voice. “If you’re worried about what they will do for touching me, you should be more concerned about what I’ll do if you hurt, betray, or even talk shit about them. My girl over there included. They are under my protection,” I holler, and then I turn to look at them and wink. “As long as they stay in my good books.”

When I round the house, I see them. They have the guy dangling from Cyrus’s grasp as Bray and Asher stand before him. His lip is busted and bleeding, and his face is pale. “Now, let’s talk about consent, shall we? When a girl says no, it means no. It doesn’t mean corner her,” Bray snarls, slamming his fist into his stomach, making the guy grunt and sag. “It doesn’t mean carry on and keep pushing and make her feel like she has no choice,” he growls, punching him again in the same spot. The guy screams, and I’m pretty sure Bray busted a rib.

I should stop them, but fuck if this isn’t hot. They aren’t doing this for an audience, for their reputation, or even for me. They are teaching this asshole a lesson, one I’m sure he won’t forget, and the fact that they are angry over consent and him cornering Faye seriously has me turned on in a fucked up way.

The world was so fucking exciting and big, and now I see the shadows instead of the sun. Do you understand? I’ve seen true evil, and now I can’t unsee it.

“So enough about me. You and Crew, huh?” she says, wiggling her eyebrow at me as I laugh and turn to lean back against the railing. “Which one are you sleeping with?” When I stay quiet, she smacks my hand. “All three? You lucky bitch.” “Most people would judge me for that,” I murmur, peeking at her out of the corner of my eye. “I’m not most people, remember?” Her expression softens. “Blair, I’m so proud of you for letting them close.”

“We’ve never had anyone protect us, claim us, or threaten people for us before. It’s always the other way around. It was nice. You’re changing our lives, Blair, for the better.”

“You don’t have them when I sleep with you. Hey, I meant sleep beside her, nothing else,” Bray explains when Cyrus smacks him. “I’m fine—” I start, but it’s too late. As if Bray’s words were all the permission they needed, they climb into bed. Asher draws me into his arms, Bray lies between my legs as they push me back, and Cyrus reclines by my side with his back to the door to protect me, reaching for my hand under the covers and holding it tightly.

“Been thinking about me all day?” “Every fucking day, Darling, and you see, I have this fantasy of you in your costume, bent over for me, so that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you screaming with your friends and adoring fans just metres away while my big cock is deep inside you, and then you’ll go out there like a good little girl and dance for them with your sore pussy dripping with my cum, knowing each move will tug on those wet muscles.”

“The way you taste and moan, the way you feel clenched around my cock, milking me like a good little girl.” “I’ve never been a good girl.” I laugh breathlessly. “Not for anyone else, but for me? Yes you are. You’re a fucking hellcat for everyone else, but a goddamn sinner in my sheets.”

“Such a dirty fucking girl.” He groans. “Your pussy is so wet and gripping me so fucking hard. You love it, don’t you? Having your ass being fucked while I, your stepbrother, is so deep in your cunt you don’t know where I end and you start? You love coming for me, knowing they can hear us, find us. You want them to see me fucking you, don’t you?”

“I swear, Darling, you’re trying to steal my heart and soul.” I freeze at his words. “I want neither,” I whisper. “Tough shit, you don’t get to decide that.”

“Dance for me, Darling, like the naughty girl you are. Let them see just what they can never have.”

“Erm, shit, yeah, okay, well, he’s here for Blair, not us. We need to get rid of him.” “I was thin—” I start, trying to explain, but Cyrus holds his hand up, stopping me. “No need to explain, okay? Let’s get rid of him.” “Just like that?” I ask. “You’re Crew, baby.” Cyrus leans in, pinning me to his brother. “We believe what you say. Your enemies are our enemies, and we will always protect and believe you. We only left him there because he’s nothing, but if he’s bothering you, he’s gone.”

It won’t change anything, and she might try to leave again, but this time, I wouldn’t be going. No matter what. I’ve found my home in this city and with these men. I’m staying no matter what happens to her. She is no longer my problem.

“I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator.” The door dings then, opening, and she grins, leaning up as if to kiss him. “I would say me too... but I already have.” She turns, hips swaying, and saunters off. All three of us gawk after her, our eyes locked on her tight, plump ass. “I’m going to marry that girl,” Bray declares in awe, adjusting his hard cock—we all have that same issue where she’s concerned.

“She’s right,” I murmur and raise my eyes to his. “We thought you should know.” “Thank you, Son,” he mumbles tiredly. “Sorry, Dad,” Asher says, and he smiles at him. “Not your fault, my boy.” I see Asher beam like he does whenever Dad calls him that. “Alright, enough of this heart-to-heart, we’re going to have some fun!” Bray calls. “If there are any hot bitches, I’ll get their number for you, Daddy!” he declares as he drags Blair after him, making her laugh. “More like I’ll get them,” she teases.

“Cyrus,” Dad calls, and I turn back to him. I can see him struggling for the right words before he smiles. “She reminds me of her.” “Her?” I prompt. “Asher’s mom. The only person I ever loved. She’s bright, confident, beautiful, and just has this way around her. It’s so easy to love people like that, just be careful, my boy. Don’t end up like me, jaded and broken, searching for even a hint of that infectious love in every passing woman.” “I won’t have to,” I reply, and he nods. “I hope not. Blair is like her but also different. She’s stronger. Don’t let her go, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Trust me, I know.” He drops his eyes to the papers in front of him but doesn’t seem to be seeing them. “We love you, you know that, right? That’s why we had to tell you.”

Just then, the model slut drops as Blair holds her hand, and then, ever so slowly, she stands, dragging her ass up Blair. Sighing, I crook my finger at her when she turns. She shakes her head, and I see her mouth, “Come get me.” This fucking girl.

“That’s it, baby girl, suck on that cock, show me exactly why I’m obsessed with you. Show me what they all wish they could have.”

“Open your mouth,” I demand harshly, my voice rough with desire. I yank her head back as she obeys and opens her mouth for me. The sight nearly makes me fucking come across her chin and neck before I control myself. Gathering my saliva, I lean down and spit right into her mouth. She whimpers as I tug her back down. “There, now suck,” I order.

“Keep talking like that, and you just might have me falling for you, baby girl,” I rasp, the words coming out before I can stop them. She blinks before forcing a fake smile. “Don’t go falling for me, Cyrus,” she says gently. “I’d hate to break your heart.”

“You love it, don’t you?” she goads. “Knowing you shouldn’t want me but do? Knowing everyone else thinks it’s fucked, thinks it’s wrong. You love the fact you’re fucking your stepsister and making her scream for you. Say it, Cy.”

I want them to know that my brothers and I own this cunt, and that this fucking perfect dirty bitch is ours.

“Damn, that’s one fine woman. She might even be hotter than the models,” Jay comments as he sits. I smack him without looking, the only person who would dare. “Eyes off, she’s ours.” “Fuck, you always get the good ones. Well, hello, sweetheart,” he purrs as Blair comes over.

“Don’t think so,” Bray calls. “Thanks, man. No luck with the models?” “Nah, they all want the clean-cut, rich-looking bastards like you. They like a taste of the dark side, but me?” He laughs, and I look at him, and I can’t help but smile. He’s right. He looks like a gangbanger or worse, with an unkempt brown beard, bright blue piercing eyes, and tattoos crawling up his neck, ears, and onto his face. The sides of his brown hair are shaved, and the top is styled, but even clean and prettied up, he looks like he drinks, fucks, and shoots up in his scarred leather cut, low-rise black jeans, chains, and big ole boots. It would take one daring bitch to go home with him, and it’s usually only house bunnies. Yet deep down, Jay the badass only wants an old lady. He leans in like he knows my thoughts. “I see you caught yourself a keeper though.”

Their blood will cover my hands and weapons before it even so much as pools near our girl. Not that she would care. But she’s ours, and we protect what’s ours. I’ll kill them all, and then fuck her in their blood just to prove it.

My blood coats my hand, making it slippery as I turn, holding the bloodied glass in my grasp. I gesture for them to come again. “Come on then. I’ll cut off your balls and give them to Crew.”

“Trust us,” Cyrus murmurs, a scarred, tattooed hand coming up to gently touch my chin. “Go, be safe. I can’t do what I need to if I don’t know you’re okay, baby girl. This isn’t me doubting your strength or conviction, this is me needing to protect my family. To protect what’s mine and make them pay for even daring to be in your fucking presence.” “Cyrus,” I whisper, but his grip tightens on my chin. “You’re ours, baby girl, and anyone who tries to touch what’s ours dies a painful death. Don’t ask me not to go after them. I won’t lie to you, not ever. I told you that. This is who I am—a killer, someone willing to do anything to protect their family. I’m not a good man, but I’m yours. We all are.” “I’m not asking you not to kill them. I know who you are, Cyrus, who you all are. I just wanted to tell you to be safe and to come home, to come back to me, even with their blood on your hands.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him hard. My bloody, injured hand cups his cheek, and he leans into it for a moment before pulling away. With one final look at me, he turns and storms out.

“You want... to follow them?” “I want to help them kill the assholes,” I clarify. “Sometimes you scare me,” she whispers. “Good,” I say with a smile. “Let’s go.” “They will kill me,” she mumbles but starts the car. “Nah, I’ll protect you from them. Now let’s see what being Crew is all about, shall we?”

One of them pulls a gun and points it at me, and I notice the deep, bloody cut on his cheek. “My girl do that?” I smirk, nodding my head at the fresh cut. “And I thought I couldn’t love her more.”

“I hope it was worth it. You’ll die here tonight knowing it’s for her.” “Please!” he begs. “Don’t fucking beg, it’s pathetic. Did she beg? Did she cry? No, she kicked your ass because she’s Crew! She’s ours!”