8. Julien

Chapter 8

Julien

My body is no longer my own. I’m lost in heaven as we dive straight into hell. I can’t deny we belong together, fitting like puzzle pieces. The warmth of Adrien’s mouth on my cock has my mind in a daze much like the high from smoking a strong joint. Pleasure seeps through me, unrelenting, threatening to take me under.

His hands find my thighs, and I open my eyes to spy Alessia smiling up at me as she slowly rides our brother’s cock. I’m hypnotized by the movement, by the gratification, watching them, feeling Adrien’s hands on me, how he touches me.

For years, we’ve been shunned for our feelings. But there’s no way of curing us from our need. And I don’t want to be cured. Many things had changed between us. Growing up we believed our sister was nothing more than a stepsibling. But when she came into our lives, Adrien and I were already ‘diseased’ as my mother put it. With our parents separated and absent so often, it gave us the opportunity to learn there’s so much more to love than societal rules and regulations.

My gaze flits between them, back and forth, and I’ve never felt more emotion, more happiness. Adrien takes me deep in his mouth, and I’m lost in euphoria at the feeling. Alessia reaches for me, her hand cupping my balls, holding me in her delicate palm. Her body still moving back and forth on Adrien’s cock, his hands on her tits, tweaking her nipples, causing her to whimper and moan, and I can tell from the expression on her face she’s close. So fucking close.

My body trembles as I feel the constriction of Adrien’s throat around the head of my cock, ecstasy zipping down my spine, and I’m about to lose all control. I watch as Alessia moans low and sweetly as her body trembles when her orgasm crashes through her along with our brother’s release, which makes him moan along my shaft, sending heat through every inch of my body.

“Brother,” I grunt when Adrien hums with my cock in his throat. My hips driving toward his face. I’m about to blow my load when he pulls my cock from his lips and tugs Alessia even closer. They both open their mouths, tongues out, waiting for my sticky seed, which spurts over them. I watch in awe as they kiss, sharing the white release between them. And I know nothing I’ve ever seen in my life is hotter than the image before me.

The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. The smell of sex is hanging around us, intoxicating each one of us with the confirmation we’ve crossed a line we can never go back from.

Alessia moves off Adrien. I offer her a hand and help her slip her dress back on. She’s beautiful. So freshly fucked her cheeks are pink, her lips pouty, and I lean in to give her a kiss. The flavor on her tongue is me, and she gasps when I lick at her.

“We’re no longer living by their rules,” our older brother tells us. He rises, pulling his briefs up thick, muscled thighs. “This is our time.”

“I agree.” My response is met with Alessia’s beautiful smile and Adrien’s handsome grin. “There’s no way I can ever be with anyone else. This is our life, and if we are to live it, we can’t do it publicly. Nobody will accept us.”

“No, they won’t.” Alessia’s saddened tone makes my heart ache.

“Remember what I said to you,” he tells her. “The men don’t have to accept you, because if they don’t, we will ensure they don’t see the light of day again. And there’s nothing keeping us here. We can run the organization from anywhere,” Adrien offers. “There is no stipulation where we go. We can lock up the estate and live on the coast somewhere. Perhaps some island.”

We all nod in agreement. Next week, once the will is read, we’ll move on. Moving forward with a new life we all can’t deny we want.

“Come on, little sister.” I tug our girl toward the bedroom. “It’s time to clean up.”

“I agree.”

And that’s when my heart overflows with emotion as we all make our way farther into the house and head toward Adrien’s bedroom.