Ghost doesn’t ask questions when Gaz says, “Come with me.”
He’s used to being wanted, used to being pulled into dark rooms with doors that lock and tension thick in the air. His body knows what to expect: a shove against the wall, a rough hand on his belt, a voice low and taut in his ear.
So when Kyle closes the door behind him and doesn’t touch him, doesn’t even look him over like a meal, Ghost blinks.
And then Soap steps out of the shadows.
He’s barefoot, loose joggers hanging low on his hips. A softness to his stance that Ghost doesn’t know what to do with.
His heart thuds once, deep and confused.
“Hey, Ghost,” Johnny says, gentle. And then quieter, “Hey, Simon.”
Simon swallows hard.
Kyle’s voice comes next, low and warm. “Sit down. Please.”
The bed is neatly made. Soft-looking sheets. A pillow that smells like lavender and sweat and Kyle’s cologne.
Simon doesn’t move. He doesn’t know this dance. He doesn’t know what’s expected.
Johnny crosses the space first. He rests a steady hand on Simon’s chest and murmurs, “You can walk out if you want. Right now. No questions.”
Ghost breathes out, and Simon stays.
They undress him slowly. Like unwrapping something delicate and cool
Kyle tugs his gloves off, fingers brushing his wrists, then brings them to his lips and kisses the inside of one, soft and reverent. Johnny pulls his shirt up, palms grazing every scar like, like they aren’t just history written in pain. His trousers are last, unbuckled with care, slid down inch by inch until Simon’s bare and shivering.
“You okay?” Kyle asks.
Simon nods, weak and shaking.
Johnny sits behind him, pulls him back against his broad, warm chest. “You tell us if you want to stop. At any time. Understood?”
Simon nods again.
Kyle kneels between his thighs. “We’re gonna take care of you, yeah? Not ‘cause you earned it, and nt ‘cause we’re trying to make it up to you.”
Johnny leans in, presses his lips to his neck. “Because you’re ours, Simon. And we want you to feel good.”
Kyle starts slow, mouth on his inner thigh, soft and open, working higher inch by inch. Simon’s already half-hard and squirming. Johnny holds him steady, hands splayed on his stomach, whispering small nothings in his ear.
“Doing so well. Look at you. Letting us in.”
Simon pants, mouth slack, eyes fluttering.
He doesn’t realize he’s trembling until Kyle’s mouth finally closes around him, slow and hot, and Johnny kisses the back of his shoulder.
Simon moans and his hips stutter, but Johnny holds him down gently, breathing against his ear, “Easy now. Let him take his time.”
Kyle draws it out, licking, sucking, pausing to kiss his hips, his thighs, his belly. Johnny rocks up behind him, grinding lazily just to keep Simon present, murmuring soft, grounding words as Simon breaks apart in slow, shaking pieces.
Simon cums with a cry, body seizing as Kyle sucks him through it, Johnny holding him firm, breath against his neck.
“Good,” Johnny whispers. “That’s it. You’re alright.”
Simon slumps, boneless and blinking. He doesn’t realize he’s being shifted until Johnny pulls him into his lap properly, arms wrapping around his chest. Holding him.
Kyle wipes his mouth, breathless, and climbs up onto the bed beside them. His hand cups Simon’s face first, holding gently, Simon leans into it. And then Kyle turns to Johnny and kisses him.
It's hungry. Johnny groans, biting Kyle’s bottom lip. He tastes everything, salt and musk and Simon, and kisses like he needs it to live. One hand grips Kyle’s jaw, the other running down Simon's own chest again, down to his stomach, possessive. Simon watches through half-lidded eyes, panting. He thinks, for a moment, that he should feel left out. He doesn’t. He feels… safe and held.
Kyle breaks the kiss, flushed and breathless. His hand moves to Simon’s cheek again, thumb brushing sweat from his temple.
“What do you want, Simon?”
The words stop him cold.
He blinks. “I—I don’t…”
Kyle waits.
Johnny speaks softly behind him, still holding him close. “We can do whatever you want, love. I could fuck you. Kyle could. You could watch me fuck him, if you like that. Or we could get cleaned up, grab something to eat. Sit in the dark a while. Doesn’t matter.”
Simon’s throat works around something too thick.
He wants. He just doesn’t know how to want.
His voice comes out small. “Shower?”
Kyle smiles, warm. “Yeah?”
Simon nods once. Almost embarrassed. “Shower. I… I want the shower.”
Johnny presses a kiss behind his ear. “Good choice.”
“Great choice,” Kyle adds, already climbing off the bed. “I’ve got the good body wash. The one you said smelled like cedar and bergamot?”
Simon makes a noise, maybe be a laugh. Maybe a small sob. He’s not sure.
All he knows is when Johnny lifts him, like he’s light, like he’s worth carrying, and Kyle turns on the water, warm and steaming, neither of them let him go.
Steam curls thick against the tiles, fogging the mirror, turning the small bathroom warm and soft. Johnny guides Simon in, hands steady on his hips, like he’s afraid Simon might join the steam if he lets go. Kyle reaches around them both to adjust the temperature, testing it with his wrist.
“Too hot?” he asks.
Simon shakes his head. “It’s… good.”
Johnny stands behind him under the spray, broad chest a shield, hands resting loose at Simon’s waist. Kyle steps in front, close enough that Simon can feel his warmth.
Johnny reaches for the soap first, lathers it between his palms, and then touches Simon’s shoulders.
He makes slow circles, thumbs pressing gently into muscle that’s been tight for far too long. Simon exhales, a sound that almost surprises him.
Kyle washes his arms next. Down his forearms, over his wrists, fingers careful around old scars. He rinses each one clean.
Steam beads on their skin. Water trails down Simon’s spine. Johnny presses a kiss into the back of his neck, just placing there, just grounding.
“You’re alright,” Johnny murmurs. “We’ve got you.”
Simon nods, eyes closed, leaning back without thinking, and Johnny’s arms tighten, solid and sure.
They wash his hair last.
Kyle works the shampoo in gently, fingertips massaging his scalp, slow and patient. Simon’s knees go weak, but Johnny’s already there, bracing him, forehead resting between Simon’s shoulders.
“Easy,” Kyle says softly. “We’ve got you.”
When Kyle rinses the soap away, he steps back, reaching for a towel.
“I’ll grab the warm ones,” he says quietly, slipping out. “Be right back.”
Johnny stays.
He turns Simon slightly so the water runs over his back, then his chest, rinsing away everything left behind. He leans up to kiss Simon’s temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.
Kyle comes back quickly, towels folded over his arm, steam rising from them. He wraps one around Simon’s shoulders first, cocooning him, then another around his waist. He rubs him dry with careful hands,.
“Got some clean pajamas,” Kyle says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Linen. Bit big on you.”
Simon manages a small, shaky nod. “Okay.”
They dress him between them, loose trousers, soft shirt that hangs off his shoulders, sleeves too long. Kyle tugs the collar straight. Johnny smooths a hand down his back.
When they get him into bed, Simon barely hesitates before crawling between them.
Kyle settles on one side, Johnny on the other, arms closing in until Simon is warm and surrounded. Johnny’s hand rests over his ribs. Kyle presses his forehead to Simon’s.
No one says anything for a long moment.
Then Simon whispers, almost to himself, “Thank you."
Johnny kisses his hair. Kyle’s thumb strokes his cheek. And both press a little closer.
ghostsoapgaz and nikprice who are in one big poly 141 relationship except its just price and nikolai passing one of the other three around like a blunt rotation. They have schedules and they meet up regularly to discuss said schedules, but they're never in the same place at the same time (unless it's bar night. Then they're all attached at the hips and fighting over whose place they're staying at when they get wasted).
beach days with stepbrothers simon, gaz, and soap 🏖️
tw/cw — stepcest, dub-con, groping, humping. 18+
wearing a bikini around your stepbrothers is risky. their perverted gaze wanders all over your body, admiring your curves and reaching to grope you before their grimey, dirty hands are smacked away.
johnny and kyle especially can't help themselves, while simon has more self control—or at least in comparison to the other two. simon gets off from afar, leaning back on his chair, jerking off to the sight of you in such a revealing bikini. he strokes himself slowly, his breathing heavy and fast, with sweat running down his muscular, toned body. johnny will play fight with you, allowing him to rub and grind up against you without consequences. he'll drag you into the warm water, his large hands dipping between your thighs ‘accidentally’, rubbing at your clothed cunt while his fingers reach beneath your bikini top, playing with your stiff nipples.
gaz will massage sunscreen onto your back and along your smooth and supple legs, an excuse to become touchy with his little stepsister. his breathing is heavy as he maintains eye contact with you, and his eyelids are heavy with his lengthy dick hardening. you're so friendly and playful, brushing off their perverted and depraved behaviour, neglecting the boner you've given them all. how are they supposed to get off after all your teasing, dove?
you're such a little brat, my love. sitting on simon's lap, rubbing his boner over his swimming shorts, and smiling at him so sweetly, so innocently. you leave his veiny dick throbbing and sore, running off to go rile up the others, giggling at the effect you have on them.
Can’t stop thinking about Ghost and Gaz sharing someone between them, (namely, Soap)
Soap is spread out on his back on their bed, with Ghost sitting behind him, soap’s head pillowed against his massive thighs.
Soap’s hands have been tied with paracord (the only thing they could find in time because Ghost was impatient and always keeps the most random things on hand), behind Ghost’s back. His biceps squished against the bigger man’s sides, his torso just so wide that Soap can move his arms little more than an inch around his bulk, keeping him perfectly in place.
Ghost’s cock rests beside Soap’s face intimidatingly, the thing easily as long as the face it’s pressed against, while he pinches and twists Soap’s nipples meanly.
He takes note of everything that makes his sergeant squeal, though it’s a bit hard to tell what reactions are due to him, and which are caused by the man between his legs.
Gaz has Soap’s thighs pinned under his arms on either side of his chest, so he can’t close them no matter how much he jerks and writhes. He has his lips around the tip of Soap’s cock, sucking meanly as his hands dig bruises into his cute freckled hips.
He’s not just sucking Soap off, though. When Soap seems to be getting too close to cumming, he pulls off and delivers a vicious bite to anywhere he can reach while still keeping him pinned down.
There are visible marks all over Soap’s upper thighs, stomach, pelvis, there’s even a faint ring of teeth marks at the base of his cock.
Soap yelps and wails every time, and Ghost coos at him before twisting a nipple and making him cry harder. Soap can feel the lieutenant’s cock twitch against the tear tracks on his cheeks at every noise of pain.
It won’t be long before Ghost decides he wants more. He’ll spread his thighs and shove Soap’s head down in between them, trapping him with his head tilted all the way back. Perfect for Ghost to shove his entire cock down the sergeant’s throat and feel it spasm as Soap struggles and gags around his length.
Gaz will watch Ghost sigh happily and tilt his head back as Soap’s nails rake down his back and he bucks in their grip. Then once Soap has settled down and gotten used to breathing through his nose, Gaz will sink his teeth into somewhere vulnerable just to hear him scream and choke again.
