"Get over yourselves," I snapped and tried to pull my hand away. But Hans's grip was too tight.

I didn't trust myself around them. Mitch was right. I couldn't really resist having three attractive stepbrothers looking at me like I was their next meal.

"You need to let me go," I said to Hans, staring into his dark, intense eyes.

A small smirk appeared on his lips as his gaze dropped to my chest.

"You say you need to go, but your body says otherwise." He licked his lips, still looking.

I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric.

"Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again," Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement.

"No. I'm your big sister." I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

"Yes," Mitch said in a rough voice. "Say you want us, sister."

I should have pushed them all away. I should have run back upstairs. But the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies boxed me in, and the thick, syrupy tension in the air melted my resistance.

And I was so aroused. I could already feel myself growing wet.

Hans's hand slid from my arm, over my shoulder, until his fingers tangled in my hair.

He pulled gently, angling my head back, and said, "Say it, Yassy."

"I want you." My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. "All three of you."

"Good girl." Mitch leaned toward my neck and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin there. His breath was hot against my skin, and my knees suddenly weakened. My lips parted as a soft sound slipped from them.

"I knew you wanted this all along," Devon growled as he pressed the hard bulge in his trousers against my back.

"Didn't you want this too?" I asked, looking down as Hans's free hand trailed over my stomach and stopped at the waistband of my skirt.

"Let's play a second game," Mitch whispered into my ear. "First one to make you scream wins."

I was already too far gone to refuse. I gave a slow, breathless nod, my eyes heavy-lidded as I surrendered to it.

They moved like they'd choreographed it. Devon stepped back toward the old couch in the corner. The couch had been dragged down there by my stepfather after he replaced it with the one currently in the living room.

Hans guided me to kneel on the floor, and Mitch knelt behind me, his palms sliding up my thighs and pushing the hem of my skirt higher. Cold air kissed my skin, and I gasped.

"Shhh," Hans said, crouching in front of me. His hand cupped my chin again, tilting my face up. "Just relax, sister. We'll take care of you."

I nodded as a soft sound slipped from my throat. This wasn't right. Letting my stepbrothers get this close. Letting things cross lines they never should. And yet, I didn't pull away.

I wanted it.

I had wanted them for a long time, ever since high school, burying the feeling somewhere I could pretend it didn't exist. I told myself it was just curiosity, just a passing thought. But it never really left me.

Now it felt impossible to deny the way my body reacted to them, the way my thoughts unraveled the closer they got. It was as if something inside me had been waiting for this exact moment to finally give in.

And I hated how much I didn't want it to stop

Hans undid the button of his trousers slowly. The zipper followed, hissing in the quiet basement. I swallowed, waiting patiently to see the size of the dick I had once wondered about. When he finally freed himself, the sight made my breath catch and my eyes widen.

"You see how hard I am?" he asked, stroking the head.

I nodded, licking my lips without thinking. My pulse was racing so hard it felt like my whole body had tilted into something I couldn't step out of.

He didn't have to guide me. I leaned forward, my lips parting, and took him into my mouth.

He tasted salty and skin as the heat of him flooded my senses.

He let out a deep, drawn-out groan, head tipping back as if he was losing control for a moment.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the weight on my tongue. Then, I began to suck slowly.

Behind me, Mitch was working my skirt up over my hips, bunching it around my waist.

I felt his fingers trace the curve of my ass before he slid two fingers into my soaked pussy.

"Ah, fuck..." I whimpered as Hans's dick slid out of my mouth with a loud pop.

"Suck this dick like a fucking slut," Hans said, his voice rough and commanding as he pushed back in.

I tilted my head up at him, overwhelmed, gagging as he set a hard, unrelenting rhythm.

Mitch groaned appreciatively as his fingers curled inside me, sending a shudder of pleasure through my body like an electric current.

God, it was overwhelming in the best fucking way. My body trembled on the edge of losing control. All I wanted was to give in and let the feeling consume me.

Thank goodness we were alone. No neighbors, no prying ears, no one to witness how completely they were undoing me. In that moment, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.

"So wet for us," Mitch said, sliding a finger in and out of my cunt, slow and deep. I moaned around Hans's cock, the vibration making him hiss. "And you were playing hard to get."

Hans hips twitched as I sucked on his cock. His fingers stroked through my hair as he murmured soft praise.

"So good," Hans breathed, thrusting into my mouth, I could barely breathe. "Fuck."

He gripped my hair and the more he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, the more the grip tightened enough to hurt.

I winced softly, a quiet moan slipping out before I could stop it. The way Mitch's fingers pumped in and out of my pussy had my thoughts scattering, every sensation building until it was almost too much to hold back. I shifted closer without thinking, wanting more of him, needing him closer.