“You better stay the fuck away from Grayson and Everett. I don’t care if they are your stepbrothers or not, back the hell off.”

“This campus doesn’t want you here, you nerdy bitch, Clara.”

Those sorority bitches shoved me out of the lecture hall for the third time. This time, I was holding my laptop and slammed straight into the wall.

“Fuck you! You—”

I didn’t get to finish. The blonde bitches suddenly changed their tune. They looked at me with a fake smile.

I turned around — and there he was. One of their dream guys. My stepbrother, Grayson.

However, I didn’t expect him to help.

I was ready to keep fighting for myself.

But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away.

He walked so fast, I tried my best to keep up. It only makes me more angry.

“This has nothing to do with either of you,” my forehead was throbbing, and now my wrist hurt from his grip. “You’re just my stepbrother.”

“Let go. It’s just a small scratch, don’t pretend, Grayson. You and Everett are both assholes.”

Total fucking assholes.

If it wasn’t for them messing with that stupid cheer squad, I wouldn’t have this cut on my forehead.

They only ever bring me trouble.

Grayson's face turned icy.

“Shut up, Carla.”

“Don’t think that because you’re a famous campus geek I won’t spank your ass.”

I immediately shut up. Because Grayson really would do it.

When I was ten, I ran into his room during a thunderstorm out of fear and accidentally broke his sports trophy. He spanked me then.

Besides, at this university, Everett and Grayson were big shots. These twins were not only my stepbrothers. They were also billionaire heirs, rowing athletes, and the dream boys of countless girls.

They knew a lot of things on this campus. But there was one thing they’ll never know.

Since middle school, I had secretly been one of those girls too.

I had secretly loved them for a few years already.

Grayson held my hand. He gripped it so tightly that my palm was sweating. My heart was racing. Because he hadn’t held my hand like this since I was fourteen. I shouted loudly to cover up my nervousness.

“You can’t treat me like this. Did Everett make you do this? You’re just big brother’s little follower.”

Grayson didn’t say a word. He was practically crushing my hand. He dragged me straight into Everett’s president’s office.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Everett glared at him disapprovingly. “I just spoke with the lawyers. They’ll make sure the guy who attacked Clara gets expelled.”

Damn it.

I felt a little touched, which I shouldn’t. Everett was a total control freak. And Grayson was undoubtedly a violent thug.

I was lost in thought when Grayson grabbed my waist without gentleness and threw me hard onto the big leather couch. I let out another cry.

“Hey, I’m wearing a skirt.”

I tried to ignore my pounding heart and pulled down my flipped-up skirt. I told myself it was nothing. Grayson had called me a little chick at pool parties, and Everett had mocked every one of my boyfriends. They definitely had no interest in my thighs.

Grayson was kneeling between my legs, opening the first-aid kit. He roughly grabbed my chin and lifted my face. “Let me see your wound.”

“You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself,” I frowned.

“Why is it so hard for you to let me help you, Clara?” he growled as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut. “You treat me like the enemy.”

Everett walked behind the couch and placed one warm hand on my shoulder. “You should be a good girl and let us take care of you, Clara.”

I clenched my thighs.

“I never treated you as enemies! You’re just my stepbrothers!”

“And I don’t need to be a good girl. I’m not a kid anymore!”

“You’ve looked down on me since we were kids, and now you suddenly care? It’s too fucking late!”

I kept yelling at them.

I was both angry and hurt.

“I wanted to pretend I didn’t know you when I got to college, but now everyone knows!”

“I’ve been bullied and beaten up multiple times because of you two!”

I wanted to run away.

Because I had no idea how to deal with them — these two guys I had looked up to for so long.

How was I supposed to tell these two perfect guys that their nerdy little sister had wet dreams about them during puberty? That she touched herself thinking about them.

Because when I was ten and afraid of thunder, they slept with me. At thirteen, they gave me their competition prize money to buy an expensive computer. At fifteen, they started driving me to every party. And at prom, they took turns dancing with me.

Damn it. To them, I was just the girl who always wore oversized hoodies, ran around the kitchen barefoot eating giant ice cream bars, and coded all day like a dork.

I almost cried. I shouted, “I hate you. You always want to control me.”

“You just want me to quit coding, stop being a pathetic nerd, and turn into some obedient slut who does whatever you say, right?”

The antiseptic stung hard. I pushed against Grayson’s chest.

“Ow — Grayson! Stop it.”

He pressed the bandage down too firmly, his big hand gripping my bare thigh. “Stop squirming, dammit.”

I glared at Grayson, my pale cheeks burning. “You two have always been like this. You don’t care about what I think at all.”

Grayson suddenly surged forward, wrapping his thick arms around me in a rough hug. His big body pinned me back against the couch as he buried his face in my neck, breathing hard. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, lips brushing my skin hot and angry.

His hand slid up my bare thigh, squeezing possessively.

I froze completely, my mind going blank.

And Everett didn’t give me time to think clearly. He pinched my cheek, tilted my head back against the couch, and then kissed me deeply and dominantly. At the same time, his hand slid down and cupped my breast through the hoodie, squeezing firmly.

“We do care about you, Clara,” Everett murmured. “We’re not angry about anything you do.”

“But I’m angry that you got hurt.”

“And you do not trust us.”

“So did Grayson. He was really upset too.”

While Everett breathed against my ear, Grayson shoved my thighs wider apart and started kissing up my inner thigh, hot open-mouthed kisses that made me shiver.

Everett said softly against my skin.

“We never wanted any of those blondes or brunettes. You’re the only one who’s perfect for us.”

Grayson sucked a mark high on my thigh, then another even closer. His fingers traced the edge of my soaked panties before yanking them aside.

He whispered, “We also know how you touch yourself in your room.”

Everett added, “And you called our names.”

I whimpered and tried to close my legs. “No… don’t say anymore…”

Grayson didn’t listen. He pushed two thick fingers straight into my dripping pussy, stretching me open in one firm thrust. I gasped sharply into Everett’s mouth, back arching hard.

No… this is wrong…

They’re my stepbrothers…

But it feels so good…

Grayson’s fingers curled deep inside me, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed my clit in fast, demanding circles. Wet, filthy sounds filled the office as he pumped harder. He kept kissing and sucking marks all over my inner thighs, biting the soft skin possessively.

“So fucking wet already,” Grayson groaned against my thigh, thrusting his fingers faster. “This tight little cunt has been waiting for us, hasn’t it?”

I pushed weakly at Grayson’s head, tears pricking my eyes. “I don’t even know what you two want from me… You’re just using me like this… pretending to care when you’ve always looked down on me…”

“Even if I like you, it’s probably just entertainment for you guys.”

“You’re no different from those assholes.”

Everett ended the kiss, breathing steady against my lips. He gently wiped the tear that slipped down my cheek with his thumb, then kissed the spot softly. “We’re not like other men, Clara.” His hand kept squeezing and kneading my breast as he kissed my neck again, sucking lightly, then moved to my ear, licking and nibbling the sensitive shell.

“We know you, little sister. We’ve watched you for years. We’re the ones who actually know how to take care of you. The ones who will give you exactly what you need.”

Grayson pumped deeper, relentless, his thumb working my clit faster while Everett’s fingers joined in, circling my clit wildly, giving me a completely different pleasure from his brother’s rough thrusting.

I whimpered, hips twitching helplessly. “You’re just teasing me…”

Everett kissed my ear again, voice low.

“Good girl. We love you.”

Grayson thrust even harder, sucking another dark mark onto my soft thigh. “Since the day you came into our lives.”

“Everett and I have wanted you.”

Everett pinched my nipple hard.

“Grayson and I even fought over who was the first person you masturbated to.”

Wet sounds echoed in the office. I screamed, but my hips still twisted uncontrollably.

I started crying from the overwhelming pleasure. Suddenly, Everett stopped rubbing my clit and told Grayson to stop too.

I was almost losing it.

“Everett… Grayson…”

“Stop teasing me…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Everett lifted me up and roughly flipped me over on the couch. He was so strong that I couldn’t resist — I felt as light as nothing in his arms.

I was lying face down across his lap, something I hadn’t done since middle school. I cried hard, but not because I was scared of thunder.

Because, Grayson didn’t pull his fingers out at all.

Instead, he pushed them even deeper, curling them to stroke that most sensitive spot inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit fast and hard. I trembled wildly.

I was lying across Everett’s lap, his hard cock right in front of my face. “Open your mouth, Clara,” he said calmly, his voice low and commanding. “I know you want this too.”

I hesitated, breathing fast, but Grayson’s fingers thrust hard, making me moan. I leaned forward and took Everett’s thick cock into my mouth. He was so big I could barely fit the head, my lips stretched tight around him. The taste of his skin and precum filled my mouth as I sucked gently, my tongue swirling around the tip.

Everett groaned softly, his hand gently threading through my hair. “That’s it… good girl.”

“Just like the way you eat ice cream when you’re coding. I always fantasized about you sucking me like that.”

Grayson kept thrusting his fingers into my dripping pussy, faster and faster. “I love you too,” he whispered, kissing my inner thigh. “Every time you walked past me in your hoodie and tiny shorts, I wanted to do this.”

“I always stayed away from home because I couldn’t stop thinking about claiming you there.”

I whimpered around Everett’s cock, the vibration making him groan. My hips twitched helplessly, meeting Grayson’s fingers as he kept hitting that spot over and over.

Everett looked down at me, his eyes full of dark possession. “If you hadn’t come to this university, I would have found a way to make you transfer here.” He gently stroked my cheek while I sucked him deeper.

Grayson kissed higher up my thigh, then sucked a mark right next to my pussy. “I’ve dreamed about this day for years,” he murmured against my skin. “Touching you. Tasting you. Making you ours.”

I whimpered, my body trembling as the pleasure grew higher. Everett’s cock throbbed in my mouth while Grayson’s fingers fucked me mercilessly. My mind went completely blank, filled with nothing but pleasure and the sound of their voices.

Everett leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. You’re so soft, so wet, and completely ours.”

Grayson added another finger, stretching me even wider. “Say it, Clara. Tell us you love us too.”

I pulled off Everett’s cock for a moment, gasping. “I… I love both of you… even though I shouldn’t…”

Everett smiled gently and guided my mouth back onto him. “Our good girl. You should love us.”

Grayson kissed my thigh again, his fingers never stopping. “Because we love you more than anything.”