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BEND OVER FOR MY FAMILY
    (BOOK TWO OF THE INITIATION 2 SERIES)
By Aphrodite Hunt
    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
    Copyright 2012 by Aphrodite Hunt
    Cover art by Aphrodite Hunt
    WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT
    The ‘Initiation’ series
    Open Your Legs for Me
    Blindfolded and Spread-eagled
    Thighs Wide Apart
    Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy
    The Final Initiation
    The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories
    The ‘Initiation 2’ series
    Open Your Legs for my Family
    Bend Over for my Family
    ‘The Royal Captive’ series
    Prince Miro’s Capture
    Prince Miro’s Submission
    Prince Miro’s Enslavement
    Prince Miro’s Punishment
    Prince Miro’s Escape
    Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation
    The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series
    I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac
    Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me
    Gang Banged by the Chain Gang
    Hot, Wet and Steamy (individual stories)
    When He’s Inside You
    My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper
    The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
    Dear reader, as this list is not always comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this point in publishing, please visit http://aphroditehunt.blogspot.com/ for m ore stories and updates BEND OVER FOR MY FAMILY
1
    I’ve done it again.
    I have carelessly agreed to be a sexual submissive to three gorgeous brothers with rock hard bodies and majorly hungry cocks. And I’m in love with the eldest one – the blond Adonis, Max Devlin.
    At least, I think I’ve convinced myself that this heady abandonment that fills my head with a fugue is love.
    If I am in love with Max Devlin, and he wants to share me with his entire family in a burst of sexual liberation and generosity, does it mean that I have to do everything he tells me to?
    I still possess a tiny rebellious streak. It manifests itself now and again in my reluctance to completely submit. But I will admit that the very act of submission excites me and fills me with a deep sense of endangerment.
    I have submitted before. Enjoyed it tremendously at times.
    I have and can do it again.
    In any event, I still have my ‘get out of jail’ safe word: ‘yellow’. Maybe I’ll rebel and insist it to be changed to ‘blue’. That will show them, ha ha.
    I’m in the guest bedroom, and it feels like a holiday in every sense of the word. After last night’s orgy, I’m sleeping in my own bed . . . alone. Max has passed out from too much beer in his own bedroom and he’s probably dead to the world till afternoon.
    The morning sunshine streams through the softly tenting curtains. I have left the windows open because of the heat, though I suspect it to be more a heat of my own making than the actual temperature outside.
    My body feels like a truck has run over it.
    A soft rap on the door sends all my senses on alert.
    My door whines open. One of the twins pads into my room. He is completely naked. He clutches something in his hand, but I can’t see what it is from my vantage.
    I sit up.
    “Brad?”
    He grins as he mounts my bed, indenting the mattress with his knees. His dark hair sets off his marvelous blue eyes. They are such a beautiful family – the Devlins. Strong limbed and tanned and shapely, every one of them. His fully erect cock sticks straight up in the air, ready for the action he so obviously came for.
    “I won’t tell you which one I am,” he says. “I’ll leave you guessing.”
    “Where’s Max?”
    “Asleep.”
    I suppose it’s useless to ask him if Max knows he’s here . . . as Max would certainly condone anything his twin brothers do to me.
    I’m wearing a nightdress. It’s satiny and frilly and pretty. I’m wearing it simply because I feel like having something against my bare skin. My cotton panties are snug around my hips, but that’s virtually all I am wearing.
    He places his hand under