After a long grueling day, that began way too early and involved too much time spent on taking care of the needs of others, being the butt of their jokes, and brutality. I finally had a moment to focus on myself.
I finished my school work, jumped in the shower, and was about to sit down and dry my hair before going to bed when I heard the door to my bedroom click open.
Fear filled me in an instant because I knew who the only people who would enter my room were and anytime they did so, things usually didn’t end well.
Only six people lived in this suite, and two of them were my mother and stepfather, both of which had never been in this room. Excluding myself, the only three other people were that of my triplet stepbrothers, Law, Logan, and Lucas.
While my room was small, it was comfortable and I had a private bathroom attached to it. It had a small tub and shower, toilet, and closet big enough to hold clothes and towels, but not to hide in and held no other way to out.
There was a small vanity with a mirror and bench, and usually, I dressed the moment I got out of the shower, but today I had stayed wrapped in my towel thinking that I was alone.
Stupid fool, I thought to myself as I heard footsteps coming closer. I couldn’t hear if they were all coming since my heart was racing so fast and loud that its beating was all I could hear in my ears.
As I sat there waiting for the inevitable, their scents began to fill my bathroom. Orange, peach, jasmine, pepper, leather, and musk began to swim through my nostrils. I looked around the vanity to see if there was anything I could use to protect myself.
It was a useless idea, because there was little that would stop the triplets. And as if my thoughts had finally summoned them forth, I looked up to see Logan open the bathroom door wide.
A gust of cool air hit me, and I couldn’t hide the shiver that ran over my exposed arms. I was sitting wrapped in a large white bath towel, and had just let my wet tresses fall out of the towel they had been wrapped in.
“Well, well,” Logan let out as he made his way into the bathroom and held the door open for Lucas and Law to follow him in.
“It seems that our little sister was expecting us tonight.” The moment Law had walked in, he shut the door, and all I could do was watch as he reached out and turned the small lock.
“Oh,” Logan let out again as he inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of vanilla. It’s so, delicious,” he said winking at me as he moved to come stand behind me.
Law, with his hulking body and close cropped black hair, had come in and walked to the furthest side of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub I had just gotten out of.
I couldn’t see him or Lucas from where I sat in front of the mirror, but I had heard him move behind Logan and knew he was in here somewhere.
It was Logan who had my full attention. Placing his hands on my shoulders, I watched his hazel eyes watching me in the mirror. His large tan hands were warm, and even though I dreaded his touch, I couldn’t deny the way his thumbs felt moving circles over my skin.
Trying to keep my breathing steady, I knew better than to move or say anything unless asked to do so. Silky auburn hair fell over his forehead and curled softly around his ears, but those eyes stared right at me.
Logan took his time moving his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, until he began to move them up my neck and forward to my chest.
Closing my eyes wouldn’t make this any easier, and sometimes makes them angry, so even though I was afraid, I kept them open, and watched.
Logan let his fingers begin to wonder closer to the towel and when the first one dipped under it and rubbed over the top of my breast, I couldn’t stop the sudden inhale from escaping.
“Do you like that little sister?’ Do my hands on you bring you pleasure? If I would have known, I would have done this for you more often.”
I heard a soft growl come from somewhere to my left, but I didn’t turn to see who it was, nor did I need to because, Lucas suddenly appeared beside Logan in the mirror.
He was an inch or so shorter than Logan, but where his short curly hair was similar to Law’s, his eyes were a literal copy paste of Logans.
Lucas held my small container of lotion in one hand as he watched Logan’s hands continue to trail over my chest and letting a finger or two slip under the towel.
A wet, cool, liquid was suddenly applied on my back, and I knew that it was Lucas. He must have put my lotion on his hand. It slid smoothly across my skin and the shock of coolness against my heated skin made goosebumps appear.
“I wonder if she likes my hands as well,” Lucas asked as he placed the container on the vanity and I felt his thin callused hand run down my shoulders and slide under the towel and pull it wide.
My towel had pooled around my hips. Breasts fully exposed, I saw the flash of darkness in both of their eyes as they watched my n*pples harden.
“It seems she does brother. Since we are nothing but kind and generous, I think we can give her a bit more.”