Free Double Step (Erotic Taboo Menage Romance) by Cassie Hamilton Page A

buff. Just nice tone to his muscles. He looked strong. And then I looked up and saw a grin on his face. Beautiful jawline. Nice cheek bones. Hair just the right length. For a second I forgot that he was my brother. For a second I felt like I was back in high school, and he was the boy every girl wanted. But I didn’t want to do anything with my brother . I just found this man incredibly attractive and he just so happened to be my brother.
     
    It was a weird moment. Then my dad walked out and we hit the slides. I felt creepy, but I started to check out dad as well. It was just like… there was a whole new world opened for me. I had never even thought about checking out the men in my family. But now that I was starting to, I started to notice just how good looking the both of them were.
     
    I’d walk slightly behind them and stare at their asses. I’d notice just how thick my dad’s forearms were. How gruff and sexy he was. How young and fit John was. It was all so dirty. It was all so wrong. But it also felt really good.
     
    A few times I noticed John catching me. Noticing that I was staring at him. But he never seemed to dislike it. He always got a bit of a grin. Like he’d caught me wrapping his birthday present. It was nice. Almost like he wanted me to keep doing it.
     
    Eventually we all ended up having splashing wars in the pool. They got pretty physical. I ended up being lifted and tossed by both my dad and my brother. And I got a weird sort of pleasure out of it. I liked being man-handled by them. I liked their grips tightening around my hips as they lifted me from the water. Even if it was just so that they could splash me back down into it.
     
    By the end of the day, we were all in wonderful moods. We all felt fantastic. We all felt much cooler, way better about the summer heat. And that was just like every other year. But there was something else. Something new. For me at least. As we drove home down that highway, tired and happy, I felt something new. I felt horny.
     
    The whole day of looking at sexy men. Seeing them without their shirts on. Staring at their asses when they weren’t looking. It was all so sexy. And the taboo of it - the fact that it was probably illegal for me to pursue either of them - that just made it so much sexier.
     
    By the time we got home, I’d decided that I probably shouldn’t pursue anything though. It wasn’t worth it, because things would get so weird if I tried to make a move and they didn’t respond. That night in bed I just tried to spot thinking about them. Thinking about getting fucked by them. Being used by them. I tried to get past all of that. I didn’t succeed, but I promised myself that it would never leave the realm of fantasy. Boy did I end up breaking that promise.
     
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    Over the next few weeks, I continued checking them both out. They were never topless around the house, which was too bad, but I still managed to find them in sexy positions every now and then. John running from the bathroom to his bedroom with just a towel around his waist. Dad bending over to load the dishwasher. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely enough to keep me interested. Which was too bad, because at this point I really didn’t want to be interested anymore. I wanted to get over them.
     
    About a month later, I thought there really was no chance of me ever getting to do anything with either of them. Especially when John came home one night declaring that he had a girlfriend. I told him that was awesome, and I asked to meet her sometime. He said sure. It was all very nice. Friendly. Just normal for a brother and sister.
     
    But then, a week after he said he had a girlfriend, he sat down next to me on the couch. Dad was at work. It was just me and him in the house.
     
    He put his arm around me. He used to do that all the time, but kind of stopped once we hit puberty. It started getting kind of weird. But that didn’t stop him this time. He put his