F*cked

  An MMF Taboo Story

  Natalie Knight

  Copyright © 2023 by Natalie Knight

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  Editing by Oopsie Daisy Edits

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  Contents

  F*cked Playlist

  Trigger Warning & Author Note

  1. Vy

  2. Ryker

  3. Warren

  4. Ryker

  5. Vy

  6. Warren

  7. Vy

  8. Warren

  9. Vy

  Thanks for Reading

  Also By Natalie Knight

  Drinkin Bout You- Ace Savage

  Rock Bottom- Nothing, Nowhere

  Sinners- Ari Abdul

  Sleepless- Dutch Melrose

  The Worst- Benny Mayne

  Reasons- COTIS

  Ms. Malibu- Benny Mayne

  Parted Ways- Arizona Zervas

  Obsessed- Zandros

  Lights Out- Nbdy

  Drowning- Dxvn

  Alive-SWIM

  ARI-K Camp

  The Best I Ever Had- Limi

  Trigger Warning & Author Note

  I really have no idea what to say here, except go in blind and enjoy the ride. No, but seriously this was a fun story to write, and helped me clean my palette after writing Pretty Lies. This is an MMF( not familiar?) The male MMC’s touch.

  What’s Inside:

  Blood Incest( twin brothers and their sister)

  Heavy degradation

  Heavy praise

  Breeding

  Ryker has a pierced tongue

  Virgin heroine

  Pining

  No plot & all smut

  Chapter 1

  Vy

  “So you almost broke your neck?” Ashley asked through the speaker of the phone

  “Yeah, that’s why I don’t enjoy being a middle because we can almost die,” I joked.

  The summer air beat down on me as I drove down the street to my house. Although my first year at university was thrilling, I was happy to be home. My gym bag slid off the passenger seat as I slammed on the brakes, exposing the blue and white lines of my cheer outfit. In the short few seconds I had, I scooped it up, and tossed the bag into the backseat. I attended one of the most prestigious universities in California and was junior captain of the cheer team. It was everything my family wanted. Everything my father wanted.

  “Well, being a middle is safer than being on top because if you fall, you’ll really be in big trouble,” she said, her lips smacking through the speaker. “Are you almost home?”

  “Yup.” I turned the corner, a row of large homes stretched down the street and I slowed as I came up to the largest one on the block. Pebbled rocks cracked under the pressure of the tires as I pulled up to the door and my heart stopped in my chest.

  “Vy? Vy?”

  I turned off the engine. “Yeah, I’m here. I just pulled up. Can I call you back later?”

  Ashley agreed, and I shoved my phone into my back pocket as I climbed out of my Jeep. I eyed the vintage Mustang in front of my me. The afternoon sun highlighted the shiny black paint, and I let my eyes roam the length of the muscle car. It belonged to the twins, and if their car was here, so were they. I gathered my composure before opening the front door and stepping inside. A gush of cool air swept over my heated skin and I closed the door behind me. Random voices echoed from different corners of the house, but my father’s voice was clear as day booming from his study.

  Hushing over the marble flooring, my pulse mellowed out when I breathed in the familiar aroma of Warren floating in the air. After all these years, his signature still hadn’t changed. I felt giddy with excitement as I started up the stairs, but my slow mellow pulse quickly turned into a thumping rhythm in my throat as a strong leathery scent mixed with smoke filled my lungs.

  The goal—get to my room without running into the twins. I doubled my speed as I climbed the stairs, and a wave of relief washed over me as I made it to the top step, but the feeling was fleeting because once I turned the corner, I slammed into a hard chest. A web of tattoos peeked from the neckline of his soft V-neck t-shirt, and I lifted my eyes to meet dark-brown ones. Ryker Lawson, aka the twin brother from hell.

  “Sneaking in, baby sis?” He stalked forward, one large muscular arm towering over me as he leaned into the wall.

  His voice was low, deep and so different from what I remembered. I swallowed and retreated a step, and he matched it with one foot forward until my back met the wall, and his hard chest firmly pressed against mine.

  “No,” I said, lifting my chin. “I don’t have to sneak into my home, unlike you.” I folded my arms over my chest, very much aware I was braless, and looked him dead in the eyes. “Mom, didn’t tell me you were coming home.”

  He parted his lips, just enough to let me sneak a peek at the metal barbell in the middle of his tongue. “Surprise,” he said, a grin playing across his mouth.

  I didn’t know why, but after a few minutes of drowning in his intoxicating leather scent, my chest was rising and falling much faster than normal. He lifted his other arm, and I sliced my gaze to the thick vein running the length of it. There was no denying the fact he’d gotten bigger. Six years had come and gone, and I almost didn’t recognize the asshole standing in front of me.

  He lowered his gaze. “I didn’t sneak in either, baby sis.”

  “Wait? What? You’re back?” My words came out pinched.

  One of his shit-eating grins spread across his perfect face, and I rolled my eyes. If they were back, I knew it was our mother’s blessing, because our father couldn’t stand them. He said they were the equivalent of a shit stain that wouldn’t wash out. Stubborn and a sight for sore eyes.

  “Not happy?” he asked, amusement rolling off his tongue.

  I shoved him forward, but it was useless. He held his stance, towering over me like a skyscraper. Typical for him to let a grin play across his lips as he watched me struggle. His appearance might have changed in the last six years, but the asshole in him hadn’t budged.

  “Fuck, I’m a little hurt that you’re not happy to see me, Vy.” He cocked his head to the side and let a calloused finger slide down my cheek.

  “Why would I be happy to see some loser delinquent? Don’t get too comfortable. It’s only a matter of time before dad kicks you out like the trash you are,” I deadpanned, locking my gaze with his.

  “Just me? Warren went away too.” He retreated a step and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

  A beat of silence fell over us, my pulse erratic as I let the words float between us. I had a soft spot for Warren, and I tried my hardest to hide it from Ryker because he would just use it against me. The stillness between us was suffocating, and I hated how he never looked away. He never had a problem looking me in the eye and staring into my soul. It was uncomfortable, yet titillating at the same time. I shoved him harder, this time forcing him to lose his balance. I slipped through the opening, but his hot breath was on my neck the moment I thought I was free.

  In a blink of an eye, his large hand snaked around my ponytail, and I succumbed to the power of his strength as he pulled me into his grasp. With my face to the teal-colored wall, my hands bound and legs spread, my muscles locked as his breath drifted along the back of my neck. But a surge of electricity crackled down my spine, and I hated how it made me feel. I hated how it ignited me. He was my brother, an asshole who went away for six years for setting the athletic department at our private school on fire. He was a delinquent psycho, and I hadn’t missed him one bit.

  He breathed me in. “Did you forget, baby sis? Looks like you’ve gotten comfortable here without us around, and your mouth has a mind of its own.”

  “I’m not the little sister you can push around and bully,” I said through clenched teeth.

  A merciless laugh peppered the air, and his lips grazed the shell of my ear. “No? I find that hard to believe, given you’re the one pinned to the wall with your legs spread.” He released my ponytail and let his hand wander under my tank top. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve been this close to a woman.”

  I shuddered, feeling the swell of his hard cock pressing into my back, and swallowed the whimper fighting to drip off my lips. The last thing I needed was for Ryker to know that my body reacted to his touch. It would just egg him on, and he wouldn’t think twice about forcing himself on me if he knew it turned me on.

  Our father’s voice boomed from the hallway below, and Ryker covered my mouth.

  “Shh, unless you want Daddy to catch you like this.” He groaned as he inhaled, the tip of his lecherous tongue sliding inside my ear and then back out. “I wonder what he would think if he found me playing with your tits or your pussy.”

  “This is wrong. Get off of me, Ryker,” I said, shoving my elbow into his hard chest. “You’re sick.”

  “Am I? Because if I’m sick, then you're sicker for secretly wanting it. For wanting Warren.” He returned his hand to my ponytail and pulled. “Looks like we’re just two sick fucks, baby sis.”

  Caught in his grasp, he whipped me around and claimed my mouth, his tongue sliding deeper, cutting off my air. It was wrong, sick, yet it awakened my deepes
t desires. There was nothing sweet about it. He kissed me as if he owned me and there was nothing I could do about it. His teeth found my bottom lip, and he bit down, forcing a moan from my throat.

  “Vy? Sweetheart?” our mother called from around the corner.

  I pulled away, shoving Ryker in the opposite direction just as our mom rounded the corner. Her warm eyes were glued to the phone in her hand, and her mouth tipped in an O, her usual expression as she wrangled with her thoughts. She stopped in her tracks when she met our gazes, and I stilled my breath. My gaze sliced to Ryker’s, and I turned away the moment an intoxicating grin spread across his lips.

  “Oh, were you two—”

  “No. We weren’t catching up. I was just telling him to move out of the way because he’s taking up precious space,” I spat and folded my arms across my chest.

  Ryker shifted, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip as hunger flooded behind his eyes. I started toward my room once the attention was no longer on me. Mom loved the twins, and if it wasn’t for her killer persuasive skills, they wouldn’t even be allowed twenty feet from the house. But her secret weapon was changing my father’s mind, and I was certain she was the only living person on earth who could.

  As I inched closer to the door to my room, my mom called out, but I let her voice evaporate into thin air and stepped inside. Exhausted from cheer practice, and being fondled by my unhinged brother, I sank into the plush fabric of my duvet and rested against the headboard. Then my phone chimed.

  Ashley

  I’m bored. Call me back already.

  “Sorry. My brothers are here. The crazy delinquent ones and—”

  “Holy hell! Really? Did you know they were coming home?”

  I stretched my legs and rested my head on the soft velvet headboard. “Nope. Not a clue. My mom had to have known, but she didn’t say anything.”

  “Lame,” she said, popping what was probably a bottle of classic Coca-Cola. She loved the ones that came in the original glass bottle.

  “Very. I spent twenty minutes dealing with Ryker. He looks so different now.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know. Like, just better, I guess.” I pinched the fabric of the soft duvet between my fingers, and let my gaze linger on the pile of white envelopes hidden under my pillow.

  The line went silent, and my pulse went jagged as I waited for her to reply.

  “Less scrawny?”

  “Yea, lol. That’s it,” I said, a wave of relief rolling off my shoulders.

  “Oh, maybe you can meet your letter lover now that your brothers are back. You know, just in case the guy is a real-life Ted Bundy and all.”

  “Sounds like an awful idea,” I joked and tugged the envelopes from their hiding spot.

  I opened the flap and retrieved the most recent one. I’d only told Ashley a few details about my little pen pal. She thought he was a nice guy who needed to man up and stop hiding behind sheets of paper like a weirdo, but she had no idea the guy writing me letters was Warren. To the outside world, I was the good girl. The obedient one who did as she was told, got good grades, and made her father proud.

  That was my role in this family, and my mother reminded me of it every day. I had an image to uphold, and a reputation to abide by, but Warren saw right through me. Like a moth to a flame, I gravitated toward him, opened up to him and told him my deepest secrets, ones I had vowed to keep locked away forever.

  “Where did you meet him again? Tinder, or what?”

  “Um, I think one of those. I can’t remember,” I lied.

  Ashely was straighter than a needle, came from a conservative family and lived to please her parents. If she knew Warren was my secret pen pal, she would croak and die. I unfolded the letter on top, and tingles ran down my spine as my eyes read the lines in front of me.

  Tell me the things you think about when you touch yourself at night. Do you wish you were being choked and fucked raw? Are you a slut or a whore?

  Sending handwritten letters was weird at first, but then it became as normal as sending a text, except I had to wait three to four days, or sometimes longer, to get a reply. I sliced my eyes to the date scribbled in cursive. Three weeks ago, I peeled open this letter, desperate to read the words inside. Now Warren was back, in the flesh, and he knew all my dirty secrets.

  “I have to go,” I said as a knock sounded on the door and I shoved the letters back under my pillow.

  My mother stood in the doorway, looking like the perfect trophy wife she was. A strained smile grasped at the corners of her lips, and I let my shoulders slump as she walked toward the bed.

  “Do I have to?” I whined, and pressed my hands into my lap.

  “Yes. He’s a nice boy. He comes from wealth, and your father really—”

  “What about what I want?” I deadpanned, cutting her off mid-sentence.

  An exasperated huff fell off her lips. “Well, we don’t always get what we want, sweetheart.” Her slim fingers smoothed the loose strands of hair in front of my face. “You’re a Lawson first, remember that. Connor will be here soon, so freshen up. I don’t want to hear your father’s mouth if he gets wind that you’re not interested.”

  “But I’m not.”

  “And who would you rather be with? Do you have anyone suitable in mind?” Her question hung in the air as she waited.

  Warren. I let out a breath, tracing the design embedded in the duvet with my finger.

  Her cold fingers brushed my bangs. “Relationships don’t last forever, sweetheart. Just be with Connor long enough to make your father happy.”

  She turned on her heels and walked out the door.

  Anything for father.

  Chapter 2

  Ryker

  I leaned into the wall. A halo of smoke created a veil around me and I eyed my fucktard father. I fucking hated him. The way he walked around like anyone gave a damn about the Lawson name. Newsflash—only he gave a rat’s ass about his precious reputation. I let my head rest against the wall and took another drag. He hated the smell of smoke, so I made sure each puff that floated off my lips saturated the air. I wanted him to smell it, to smell my existence since he tried so hard to erase Warren and I over these past six years.

  The door to my sister’s room opened and our mother came sauntering out. She was a bigger fake than our asshole sperm donor, but her feelings about us were real. She was fucked up in so many ways, but the love she showed us was unmatched.

  “Mommy,” I said as I slid down the wall until my ass rested on the soft wooden floor.

  Her signature scent made its way around my lungs as she towered over me. Petite in stature, with a lean frame, and long honey locks that remained in a French bun at all times.

  “You know your father doesn’t like the smell of smoke.” She bent down and snatched the bud from my fingers.

  I lifted my chin and extended my legs through the opening between her ankles, forcing them apart as I made myself comfortable. “Very much aware, Mommy.”

  An ambiguous expression etched its way into her features, and she lifted the cig to her red-stained lips. Her disdain for our father’s rules and expectations had taken their toll on her years ago, and she’d had a mental breakdown that drove her into the arms of our uncle. I had my suspicions about them, but it wasn’t confirmed until I caught them fucking like horny teenagers on our father’s desk one night.

  A normal son would have shut the door and ran to their room, but I didn’t. Watching my mother get rammed by our low-life, shit uncle unlocked something in me that should have stayed buried. Our gazes connected through the veil of darkness as her whimpers and his rough moans peppered the air. When I’d finally forced my legs to move in the opposite direction, I closed the door to my father’s study, and beat my cock that night to the sights and sounds engraved in my mind. I never forgot them, and it fucked me up.