Quarantine x3 Trapped at Home Series Collection

Three stories in one set! Stepbrother Quarantine/Prisoner Quarantine/Daddy Quarantine

Excerpt from Stepbrother Quarantine:

“Oh, please tell me you’re kidding me!” I groan as I bury my face in my hands in despair. It’s not that I didn’t know this was coming, I just hoped it wouldn’t come so soon. This stupid pandemic that’s gripped the entire world has now come to my little corner. We’ve all been sent home, the campus is closed, and classes will be conducted online for the remainder of the semester.

My mom and her new husband are out of the country and can’t return home at this point. I have to go home and live with my new stepbrothers. Who are the biggest jerks I’ve ever met.

Our parents only married last summer, and we can’t stand each other. They resent my mom marrying their dad and think she’s a gold digger.

I know my mom. She’s definitely not a gold digger. But these two are most definitely just a couple of jerks. The worst part is they’re hot as sin.

I hate that I think that but it’s hard not to. And of course, they know how hot they are. Makes me sick. Women fawn over them all the time and rumor has it they like to share. Ugh.

They’re both absurdly tall and muscular of course. How could they not be? As much as I hate them, I really wish they could both be about four feet tall and grossly overweight. But no, they look amazing in swimsuits.

I know because I spent last summer watching them at the pool in the backyard of their dad’s mansion. Unfortunately, at one point, Baldwin, the oldest one, caught me staring. He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. Then he nodded his head like he was inviting me to join them at the pool. And knowing them it wasn’t just an invitation to hang out.

My face turned bright red and I fled from my perch in the window. I heard them laughing after that. From then on, I was much more careful about spying on them.

Sometimes when I watch them at the pool messing around, their muscles flexing, their tattoos showing prominently, making me wonder what kind of tattoos are hiding under their swim trunks, I let myself fantasize about them doing whatever they want to me.

Granted, I’ve never been with a man, much less two, so I have no idea what it’s even like. But I’ve seen enough movies, and read enough steamy novels, that I could imagine the two of them taking control of my body.

Stripping my clothes off my trembling body, holding me down, spreading my thighs, and then pushing themselves inside of me while I scream their names, and orgasm way harder than my small fingers could ever make me. And yes, at night I touch myself and think of them.

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