Obsessed with my billionaire step brothers

Aurelia ​The heat of his calloused hands trail across my bare arms. His touch is feather light, yet the simple action kick-starts as cascade of fire works, each individual explosion erupting underneath my skin. My breath hitches, I fist the soft bedding underneath me, my back arching as a rough thumb grazes my hardened n****e. ​A moan slips out of me, so soft, barely audible. ​His breath is hot, so close to the surface of my skin, his teeth digging just the slightest inch into the soft flesh. It makes me quiver. ​“Do you want more of me?” ​Yes! ​“Do you want me to keep touching you Aurelia? Do you like the feel of my hands on your body?” I do! I wish he would never stop. “Spread your legs for me.” I obey the command without a lick of hesitation, parting my thighs for him. His palm moves over my stomach, inching closer to the place I crave him the most, the seconds ticking by too slowly with every second he doesn’t touch me there. I want to scream, and shout. I want to cry out his name. “Shhh,” The other voice whispers, his deep rasp right by my ear, “Don’t be so impatient, Cinderella. You’ll take what we give you.” But I need more! “Look at you, you’re a damn mess.” He says. “Tell us what you want.” His brother grates, dark hazel eyes trailing over every inch of my frame. “You!” I cry “Me?” His brother asks. His hands cup my center roughly, pressing hard against my dripping folds, “You want just me?” “I want you both!” I’m gasping, shivering. “You’re drenched.” His brother growls, “You’re a filthy little thing aren’t you? All this excites you doesn’t it? Nothing does you in like being our little plaything, surrendering your body to us to use as we see fit.” I cant speak, I cant do anything but rock my hips into his waiting hand. Wanting more, more, more! His hands slide from my abdomen, through the valley of my naked breasts, he grabs my throat, squeezing, “My brother asked you a question.” “Ah, we know she loves it.” I can almost hear his brothers smile, “Just look at her, she’s begging for it, she needs it. Don’t you, Cinderella?” I nod frantically. His fingers tighten around my neck, stealing my breath away. “Do you want me to f**k you with my fingers, Cinderella? Do you want me to shove them into you over and over again till you come? Till you beg me to stop?” He palms my breast roughly, his head leaning forward. And then I feel the wet pull, the delicious friction as he takes the sensitive bud into warm mouth, just in time with his brothers fingers grazing deliciously over my clit. My eyes focus on the words written on the pages of the book in my hand. I slip the other underneath the covers, touching myself as I let my imagination run wild. God, it’s intense. The feel of their hands seem so tangible, so hot and real against my heated skin. I drag circles over my clit, chasing a desperate orgasm. ​ I’m already so close, so- “Aurelia!” I dart upright, shoving the book and closed and pressing it against my chest mere seconds before my bedroom door flies open. I barely have time to collect myself. My step-mother’s eyes narrow into thin slits, she shuts the door behind her with a hard slam, making my body stiffen. “What are you doing?”She asks, “Have you gone deaf?” “N-no, I-” “So you simply chose to not answer my calls then?” “No ma’am, I-” She interrupts me once again, gesturing towards the book pressed against my chest, “What is that?”​My heart clenches, fear spikes up my veins. “Let me have it.” No. Oh, no. She’s already moving towards the bed, I’m stammering out a refute, but she snatches the book from my grasp before I can get a decent word out. I stop breathing, my face pulled into a grimace as I watch her flip open to the first page. Her eyes are focused, darting over the words. I feel my stomach plummet, as a slow grin slides over her features. It’s the most unkind smile I’ve ever seen. “All this,” she says, her eyes glued to the words on the first page, “It’s nothing but a pipe dream.” She says, eyes lifting to mine, “You’ll never be anything more than what you are today. You’ll never be better than nothing.” I know the words she’s referring to. They’re the same words I recite to myself every morning, each syllable etched into my heart along with the promise of something better. Something other than this. A life without her. Away from this town. Away from this family that I no longer feel like I have a place in. This home that has now become my prison. “A life full of happiness and joy,” she mimics harshly, her face nothing but a bitter sneer, “Is that what you crave? A nobody like you? A waste of space? A pathetic little rat unworthy of anything of value? Don’t get it wrong my dear, for you? This is paradise.” My mouth twists. But she’s not done, Emaine never is. “I give you everything, I deem you’re worth, and if I’m letting you in on a little secret, I give you more than that.” “You sit around in bed, pen I hand, writing down your miseries like some kind of victim,” She continues, “We are the only victims here! Us! For being cursed with an abomination like you.” The words aren’t anything new. Hardly a day went by where she didn’t curse my existence. It’s familiarity did nothing to dull the pain though, nor the heartache. It was a never ending cycle. Her verbal attacks always left me thinking, wondering how the hell things ended up the way they did. Emaine used to a be my mother’s best friend, hell, they were practically sisters. Back then, she was a woman who always spoiled me, letting me get away with too many things. Scolding her best friend whenever she tried to put her foot down regarding her own daughter. I loved her like she was my mother, she loved me just the same. At least I thought she did. But when my mother died, everything changed. Gone were her mischievous smiles, the woman who let me have an extra piece of candy when she thought no one else was looking. She married my father, welcoming her twin boys into our lives, starting a new family of their own. Gone was my old life. Now all I have is this, and all I want is to be rid of it all. “I’ll let you in on a little secret girl,” She coos, her voice dropping an octave, “There’s only one way you’ll ever be rid of me, only one way you’ll ever escape this house, this town. Want to know what that is?” I swallow, hating the venom I see in her eyes. She crouches beside me, next to the bed, resting her hands on her knees as she looks me dead in the eye, “It’ll be in a body bag.” She holds the book out in front of her, gripping the covers in both hands. I rise up to my knees, “Don’t do that!” She rips it, tearing a part of me straight down the middle, picking off pages and shredding them even more. “Stop!’”I cry. “Has it sunk in yet?” She mocks, “Words on a page will not save you. Nothing will ever save you from me. This is is your life, your reality. Be less of a fool and come to terms with the girl you will never become.” “Stop it!” I cry, getting to my feet and reaching for what I can salvage. She shoves me back down onto the mattress, tossing the remnants of the tattered pages at my face. I swipe it away, looking at what’s left through blurry vision. “Get up,” She says, “A lot needs to be done and I don’t remember giving you permission to laze the day away. Kane will be home any minute.” Kane? Kane? My body locks up like a tight coil, I feel the heat spread up my neck, singing my cheeks so fast I feel like I have to duck away from her gaze, hoping she doesn’t notice my reaction to what she just said. Kane is coming back?