My roommates will be back any minute, but I don't have the energy to finish the dishes I promised to take care of.
I like where this is headed.
A chapter later, the hum of the garage door opener gives me one last chance to dash to the kitchen, but… fuck it. I just got to the spicy scene.
The door from the garage opens, two sets of footsteps enter, and the door closes. They make their way through the kitchen and stop at the doorway to the living room. The weight of their disapproving gazes weighs on me, but I keep reading.
"You didn't do the fucking dishes… again," Toby's voice booms from the kitchen.
"I'm busy." Why do I love tormenting them so much?
Dylan strides across the room, stopping near my feet. "We're letting you crash here rent-free in exchange for taking care of a few chores."
"Yep," I say without looking up.
"Are you reading yet?" Toby asks from my porch.
Oops. I scan the page quickly. My sex tingles. My panties are drenched. And I definitely want them to play this fantasy out. How did I come up with this stuff?
"Yes." My answer comes out too breathy for them to hear, even with my thin walls. I take a breath and go for a little improv. "I sure hope my roommates don't get back before I do my chores."
The door opens. They head to the kitchen then Toby grumbles. "You didn't do the fucking dishes… again."
Here we go. "I'm busy."
Dylan enters, stopping near my feet. "We're letting you crash here rent-free in exchange for taking care of a few chores."
"Yep." I'm practically vibrating with anticipation, but stay in character.
"You sassy little slut. We warned you." Applause to Dylan for having his lines memorized, and for his impeccably threatening tone.
If I didn't know better, I'd be worried.
"Ooh. I'm scared." I'm proud of myself for keeping the vibe.
"Fine. I'm taking payment right now."
"I really want to finish this chapter," I whine and follow along in the text to make sure I get it right.
He rubs a hand over his five-o'clock shadow, drops to his knees, and ducks under the blanket. His hands trail up my shins, gripping my knees to pull them apart.
I resist and curl onto my side, my butt facing outward as I suggested. "After this chapter."
"You're a naughty little slut. You don't get to call the shots."
Ironically, they're doing exactly what I wanted.
Toby shuffles dishes in the kitchen. I happen to know there aren't any dirty ones so he's just making noise. "Get your ass in here or else."
"She'll be there in a minute." Dylan's voice is slightly muffled through the blanket as he removes my pajama pants, aka workout shorts.
He bites my ass. I squeal and squirm even though I knew it was coming. Taking advantage of my squirm, he holds my top leg up while nuzzling his face into my pussy.
Yay me for writing this because holy shit, it feels good. I do my best to read ahead. Thankfully, it's coming pretty naturally, and I don't have much for speaking lines. Apparently in my fantasy, I managed to keep reading.
He's nuzzling my clit, sending sparks of fire through me while dragging his tongue through my slit.
My cries escalate. An orgasm builds. I definitely have the best stepbrothers in the world. Rocking back and forth on his face, I'm barreling toward climax. My diary falls on my face. I'm one lick away from—
