Beast Brothers Forbidden Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
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Giovanni is off to the side, watching us, and from his expression, it seems that he may be one of those men who gets off on watching, like Matteo said. His cock is in his hand, and he’s slowly stroking it, keeping pace with Fiero’s movements. Maybe he’s imagining that it’s him in my ass, and I feel the thrill of knowing that very soon, it can be him.

We’ve got all night.

I watch Giovanni watching me, and my pleasure races up to a fever pitch. Matteo takes one of my breasts in his mouth and sucks at me, teasing and tugging at my nipple with his teeth. Fiero spreads my ass cheeks to drive in deeper and I come yet again, more stars, so much bliss.

Fiero dips in and out of me now, as Matteo guides me up and down on his cock, and Giovanni watches the whole filthy, wonderful thing go down. The three brothers are in rhythm again, and as Fiero and Matteo pass close by each other inside me, I have the strange notion that they’re all feeling each other’s sensations – even Giovanni, somehow.

Giving strength to my suspicions, once again they all reach peak and start to come at the same time, Fiero pumping into my ass, Matteo filling my pussy with his hot seed, and Giovanni shooting off like a rocket.

It’s as if they’re one body as well as one mind, and there being three of them is only an illusion.

What a glorious, beautiful illusion it is.

My body and mind are on a constant high from all the pleasure, and though I’m soaring on a wave of euphoria, I’m aware of the danger that lies in wait. There’s no doubt that I’m losing my heart to them – all three of them – forever. Every time they touch me, every time we come together, the connection grows stronger.

There is great potential for heartbreak, but in this moment, I decide it will be worth it.

Living in a Fantasy World

We sleep lightly, all of us tumbled together on the bed. At some point, we wake, and order from the late-night room service menu: mini pizzas, more Prosecco, and tiramisu for energy.

After we eat, the men reach for me again, and we spend the rest of the night in various pleasure-seeking arrangements. Sometimes one or two of the brothers are content to watch, but more often I end up with all three of the brothers inside me at once, moving in unison, claiming me, mind, body, and soul.

The next morning, after a brief bit more sleep, I’m exhausted, happy, and … scared.

I love them – I can’t deny it anymore – and I want them, but how much of them can I possibly have – and for how long?

Matteo and Fiero may be on board to share me now, but Matteo will only be in the States for a few more months until his work visa ends. As for Fiero, it’s clear from the way his passion for his art flared when he came home to Italy that he belongs here.

And what about Giovanni? I’ll only have him in my life for a couple more days. Maybe he can visit the US like he did before, but that’s nothing to pin my hopes on.

The men are quiet this morning; maybe they’re in contemplative moods like me, but they also appear to be deeply content and at peace. They’re tender with me, pressing kisses to my hand, my temple, my cheek.

I have to work hard not to cry as we make love a final time before checking out.

The brothers’ peaceful vibe continues once we’re in the car heading back to the village. Tensions that I used to sense between them have lifted entirely, and they’re so attuned to each other that I can feel it, like a chord that vibrates through the air without a sound.

As if he’s heard my thoughts, Giovanni starts to sing in Italian, a song I’ve never heard. After a few moments, Matteo and Fiero join in, and then they’re harmonizing for real, their voices blending together into a glorious sound.

“What is that?” I ask when they finish.

“A song from our childhood,” Matteo answers. “We used to sing together a lot. You don’t mind?”

“No, I love it.”

Fiero starts another song, and they do the same thing, and so it goes for the rest of the drive. Some of the melodies are mournful, others are raucous and upbeat, but no matter what they’re singing, I can hear the joy in the men’s voices, and feel it echoing inside me. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but for now, I’m content to push my worries away and bask in these golden moments when all is well.

It’s late afternoon when we reach the Bestias’ home. We walk in together, the brothers all smiles and laughter, and find Signora Bestia and Nonna Sofia in the kitchen.


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