5 comments/ 38097 views/ 9 favorites Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 01 By: Nicola_Italia1 “Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?” (No Doubt’s song BATHWATER by G. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont) Gracie curled up close to her fiancé Matthew. She watched as he slept and smiled. She was blissfully happy. She was about to turn 22 and Matthew was 25. They had met two years ago in a small restaurant where Gracie had been waitressing to pay her way through UCLA. Matthew had been finishing up his J.D. while she was working on her Bachelor’s. Gracie was a cute brunette at about 5 feet 5 inches tall with lovely hazel green eyes. She was slim and trim with pert breasts and an easy smile. Matthew was the baby of his family with two older sisters and an eldest brother. He took after his mother with blonde hair and blue eyes standing at under 6 feet tall. Gracie liked to joke that he was the model for the Carpenter’s song “So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair and golden starlight in your eyes of blue” for all that he looked like a Greek God. He was a living Ken doll with a personality to match. He was sweet, attentive and loving. Gracie’s only complaint, which she would never have dared to voice, was their love life. Sex was brief and quick with little foreplay and no oral sex on either end. He didn’t like to receive or give and so theirs was like an old married couple when they had yet to be honeymooners. Gracie adored his family. His mother Jane and sisters Sarah and Jenny were all sweet caring women with his father William was a proud and strong man who had made a fortune in the real estate market of the 1980’s and 90s. They owned a large mansion in Bel Air and Gracie adored it. Gracie had yet to meet the eldest brother Michael who was visiting relatives in England. They were getting married in two months so she assumed she would meet the elusive brother before the time had come to walk down the aisle. Gracie was involved with the marriage plans and Jane helped out a great deal. Gracie was an only child whose mother and father had long since divorced. Her mother would be flying in but not until the wedding date. Her father had disappeared years ago. Gracie wore a cool linen dress of pink dotted with dark lavender flowers. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled up into a small ponytail as she walked the extensive grounds in the estate. She was so happy and at peace that she felt it was a dream. She had always lived paycheck-to-paycheck and so alone that Matthew was like a godsend. She made her way back into the house and grabbed her bag to attend some errands with Jane. Jane and Gracie split their errands and each went their separate way in the small main street in Bel Air. Gracie walked into the old fashioned hardware store and looked for the items she needed. She heard two men catching up on old times at the front of the store and smiled. It was like Maywood, USA here, she thought. She picked up the item to examine it and dropped it accidentally. She picked it up off the floor and whirled around to replace it on the shelf. “Excuse me, miss.” Said the stranger she completely collided into. Gracie had not seen him approach and flushed as she had dropped the item again and was flush against a stranger. “Allow me.” He retrieved the item and replaced it properly brushing into her body with no reason other than to be insolent. Gracie examined him as he did and blushed. He was almost sinful. A man should never be so dark and good looking. He was like a dark angel. He was taller than Matthew with jet-black hair and smoldering dark eyes. His eyes were either dark blue or brown and the way he looked at her was wrong. He followed along the line of her frame starting at her chestnut hair, down her pert breasts, trim waist and down her long legs. Jesus, he thought. What a nice little piece! He swallowed once and then returned his gaze to her face. A sweet little face with hazel eyes staring black holes into his skull. Her sweet face contradicted a hidden temper that probably smoldered. He grinned and his smile was worse than any grimace. He looked dangerous. Gracie’s heart thudded. “I’m sorry.” “Why?” She asked thoughtfully wanting to hear his inane reply. He shrugged his shoulders. “For brushing against you.” “Well I hope you enjoyed it.” She told him tartly. “Why?” He asked seriously confused. “Getting your jollies off accidentally brushing up against women. It will be the last time you do so to me, so I just hope you enjoyed it.” She told him staring up into his dark eyes. She clutched her purse and suddenly realized her was chuckling. She glared at him and he sneered back. “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t get my jollies off brushing up against innocent, harmless women.” He said the words so slowly that he made it seem as if Gracie’s complaint was silly and juvenile. Gracie stared at the stranger irritated at herself. Why had she made such a big deal of it? Was it the wedding nerves? Was she angry with Matthew for last night? It had been a lovely evening and then he had rolled over and without a kiss or touch gone to sleep. Was this the beginning of a dismal, passé life? Was this sinfully good looking man having a bad effect on her or was she irritated because a part of her wanted him and it was too late now? What was wrong with her? “No.” He continued to speak pulling her out of her self-loathing dialogue with herself. “I get my jollies of the old-fashioned, red-blooded American male way.” With that, the dark stranger pulled Gracie completely into his arms and his mouth took hers. And it wasn’t a sweet, kind kiss. It wasn’t a passionate kiss such as lovers have. It was a sinful wicked kiss just as Gracie surmised it would have been. His hands came up to her face and his tongue delved into her mouth again and again. His one hand moved over her breasts and pushed her small ass into his hard erection. He pulled her ponytail out and her hair fell around them both. His mouth came upon hers again and again and his tongue raped her mouth. God, she was sweet, he thought. Like a small cherry, he wanted to suck and suck on her mouth forever. Her hair smelled of shampoo and it wafted around them both. Her pert little breasts were a small handful and he delved into the dress. He wanted her right now. He didn’t care, could care less – if she was married, had five kids, was a lunatic…he wanted to feel her tight little pussy surround his cock. It was rock hard and needed her – now. He moved to her small ass and pushed her again into his cock. His jeans concealed his erection but enough to where she could feel the ridge of it. Gracie wanted to die of shame and die of lust. She could feel the emotions whirling around her. He was no angel. If he was, he was Satan’s angel - Lucifer himself in the flesh. No man should make a woman feel this good, this amazing, floating on air. She cringed inwardly. Matthew for all that she loved and cared about him – had never made her blood sing this way. God, it was wrong. His hands roamed her body and her mouth was his. She wanted him. She could feel her pussy’s wetness in readiness and anticipation for sex. She almost cried aloud. What was she doing? She was making out with a total stranger in a hardware store for christ’s sake! She broke away from him and slapped him across the face. He only grinned and smiled. Gracie already hated those sensuous lips in that perfect face. “Is that the price I pay for a kiss? I’ll gladly pay it and more.” He taunted her. Gracie gritted her teeth and turned away from him determined to leave this place and the odious man. “Whoa whoa whoa. What a minute! I don’t know your name or your number. Give me another chance – “ “To what? Maul me?” Gracie countered. She hated his arrogance and his dominating manner. “I lost my head, I'm sorry.” He told her sincerely. “Kindly step aside. I’m late for an engagement.” Gracie thought of Jane waiting at the corner coffee shop for her. “Your husband?” He asked softly. “No.” Gracie lowered her eyes. He watched her little bow mouth as she struggled for composure. She was lovely in an unsettling way. She didn’t use tricks or pleas, didn’t make herself up like a clown. She had beauty and sweetness and he wanted her. Had to have her. “I have to see you again.” He told her. “Do you make it a habit of picking up women in the hardware store, Mr. – Mr.-?” Gracie asked him not really caring about the answer. “No, never.” He shook his head. His arrogance fading as he watched her lips move. “Kindly step aside. I’m late and I have no wish to see you again. Ever.” She skirted him and was outside the door before he could follow her. When he made his way outside, she was gone. Damn! He thought. Jane and Gracie dined quietly with Gracie still shaken up. That man, that stranger, the devil’s spawn had upset her greatly. She had never experienced that before and it upset her. Matthew was always sweet and caring and she loved that. But passion, PASSION, and lust were a dangerous thing. It made her forget who she was, and what she was about to do and it made her forget vows, promises and love. She had wanted to lift up her dress and feel him inside her – feel him possessing her. It was dangerous. She had escaped narrowly. Once she was married – she would feel at peace and at ease. Children would follow and she would be happy. She sighed and enjoyed Jane’s tale of Matthew’s first day at kindergarten. Jane and Gracie finished their shopping and hurried home to dinner. Gracie loved the setting sun and relished the mansion in Bel Air. It was beautiful and she enjoyed a quick nap before dinner. Sarah and Jenny came into her room as Gracie was dressing. “Oh, mom is so happy! She’s glowing!” Exclaimed Sarah, exuberant and smiling. Gracie pushed her solitaire earrings into her ears and replied, “Oh yes?” “Yes,” chipped in Jenny. “The black sheep is home. Her favorite.” Gracie smiled, “Surely not favorite. She loves you all.” “No. She adores Michael. You’ll see. Watch them. It’s sickening.” Sarah told her to-be sister. Gracie adjusted her red silk skirt and cream-colored blouse that emphasized her breasts and alabaster skin. Her slim strappy heels completed the look. A knock on the door admitted Matthew. Jenny and Sarah left the lovers alone. “Have the fishmonger’s wives told you?” Gracie laughed and replied, “Yes. The eldest is home, and Jane is happy.” Matthew kissed Gracie lightly on the lips. “Yes. I’ve read that the mother-first born relationship is very special. In my mother’s case, she dotes on Michael. We all understand it – but promise me something, Gracie?” He continued. “When we have children, no favorites.” He told her. Gracie looked at him in the mirror. “Okay, no favorites.” He kissed her temple and looked at her. “My Gracie, you look lovely.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you.” He took her hand and they went down the long curling staircase into the front foyer. Voices could be heard in the large dining hall and Glenn Miller wafted out. “So that was the end of it.” Michael had finished saying and everyone broke out into laughter. William clasped his back. “Good one, son.” He went to refresh his drink. Gracie noticed him first from the back. A tall, dark haired man dressed in black slacks and gray dress shirt. His shoes seemed to gleam with light. Gracie absently remembered the Satan’s spawn from the hardware store who had been dressed in jeans, Doc Marten’s and a leather jacket. She grimaced and shook her head. “Are you alright darling?” Matthew asked Gracie as his brother Michael turned at the sound of the voice. “Matthew!!! How the hell are – “ he stopped mid sentence and mid stride as he saw Gracie’s face. Oh, god no! Please no! Screamed Gracie silently as she gazed upon the face of her fiancé’s brother and the Devil’s Spawn from the morning. Michael recovered much quicker and approached them easily. “Hey little Bro.” He hugged him briefly and smiled. He stood before Gracie and waited for Matthew to make the introductions. “Michael, this is my fiancée Gracie Brighton. Gracie, my big brother, Michael Forsythe.” “Nice to meet you, Gracie.” His hand took hers and she smiled back lacking warmth. “Nice to meet you, Michael.” Michael watched her from beneath hooded eyes as she talked easily with the two brats Sarah and Jenny. Michael was the eldest at 29 with the sisters at 27 and 26 years of age. Michael was worldly wise and traveled whenever he wasn’t working. He was also a lawyer but studied corporate law. He had watched her all night and he groaned inwardly. After she had disappeared from the hardware store he had searched all the shops for her but with no success. He had been intoxicated by her beauty, her wit and feistiness. He watched irritated as Matthew’s arm traveled along her shoulders and almost wanted to strike his brother when he kissed Gracie’s temple. He was loving, considerate and sweet and Michael was nauseated by it all. Jane went to bring the coffee and brandy in to the small salon and Sarah helped her. William and Matthew went into the library to chat and smoke cigars while Jenny ran upstairs to make a phone call. Michael watched as Gracie donned a small shawl and went outside. He followed her unabashedly. The gardens were lined with roses and various flowers as the path became smaller and the large magnolia trees dominated the grounds. He caught up with her easily as she strode forward. Gracie was unaware she had company as she slowed her gait. He seized the moment. “Ms. Brighton.” His voice so deep and hoarse broke into her peaceful reverie. She turned her head toward him. Her chestnut hair curled up off her neck and her eyes luminous in the dark. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have followed me.” Michael smiled in the dark. “Well, I happen to live here when I’m not traveling the world around. You, on the other hand, are my guest.” “Your father’s guest.” She countered easily and he enjoyed her wit. It was almost verbal foreplay and he hardened at the thought. “Little difference.” He had picked a white rose from the garden and offered it to her. “Thank you.” She gritted her teeth and accepted it as he deliberately used the opportunity to touch her fingers. “Your welcome.” “Have you come to apologize for your behavior earlier today? I accept.” She told him tartly lifting her chin up. His loud laugh boomed across the quiet gardens. “What does the little spitfire see in my mousy young brother?” He asked her quietly. “You do wrong to put him down.” She told him steely. “Indeed.” But Michael loved Matthew. Had always been proud of him. But then he had never had anything that he had wanted or craved. And this young little Brighton girl who belonged to Matthew– Michael wanted beyond all reason. It didn’t make sense. They had barely met, were strangers. But then love, lust, attraction was like that – sudden. “If I wasn’t to marry Matthew would you still want me?” Gracie asked quietly. “I didn’t know you from Mary Brown this afternoon, and I wanted you then. And I want you now.” His voice so low and seductive Gracie almost shuddered. This was impossible. “This is the situation. I’m to marry Matthew in two months time. You must accept it. I love him.” She replied. Michael stepped toward her. Her shawl had fallen off one shoulder and he replaced it but not before his long masculine fingers touched the rim of her blouse and followed its length down to the valley of her breasts. Gracie’s lips opened as she breathed out. Her breath foamed in the night air as it had turned cold. “Please, Michael. No.” She tried to tell him more but couldn’t. Her rosebud mouth mesmerized him and his fingers dipped into her blouse to touch and fondle the small erect nipple. She moved her head to the right to breath in the cold air. She could move away but she didn’t. She was a small little insect trapped in his web. Trapped in his spell. But the spell trapped him too. He watched her intake of breath and his hand roamed down her neck so lovely and slim. She clenched the small little white rose in her hand hoping it would anchor her to safety but it betrayed her. Instead she gasped as the little thorns stung into her and she released it as it fell to the ground. “Ah.” She cried looking at the two drops of blood. Michael stood before her and took her cold hand in his. “Here, hold still.” He took her finger and put it to his mouth. Before she could stop him he suckled her small finger and his tongue wound around it. She was mesmerized as his mouth sucked her small finger and his tongue tormented her. It was intoxicating and she couldn’t pull away. “What are you doing? Stop it!” She whispered to him. He released her hand and her finger tingled. “I can’t stop, Gracie. I can’t.” But for the moment he did. “Michael, what do you want?” But she knew the answer. “Don’t ask, Gracie. You know.” “Michael, this is never going to happen. The hardware store was a mistake initiated perhaps by my rudeness and completed by your arrogance.” “I love my brother, Gracie. I always have since the day my mother brought him home from the hospital, but he’s not for you.” “Well, that’s very convenient since you’ve made it obvious that you want me for yourself.” “Yes, I do want you. And I know I can give you what you need.” “And what is that, exactly?” Gracie asked irritated at his arrogance and assumptions. She continued angry and wanting to hurt him for upsetting her life. “A hard cock on the night’s when you decide to come home to me? Some sort of venereal disease you’ve picked up from the whores in Thailand? Or perhaps an illegitimate baby you refuse to acknowledge?” Michael grinned in the dark. “I see the brat sisters have been greatly exaggerating and lying about my travels.” “There’s always a little truth in lies.” “Indeed.” “And the fact remains that I will marry your brother.” “Is it his money or his vast knowledge of the legal arena that has you so captivated?” Michael regretted instantly his dig at his brother. It irked him. He wanted her. Why was he willing to cut his brother down? Why did he just let her walk away? She wasn’t his. “Both.” And with that Gracie turned to leave him. He grabbed her arm and swung her to face him. “Gracie, I will admit you love my brother for no other reason than the fact that you love him.” Gracie waited for him to continue. “If you admit the fact that there is a spark between us that you don’t feel with Matthew.” Gracie gritted her teeth and looked into his eyes. Damn him! Why was he doing this? Why did he want her? Was she a new and intriguing conquest? Was he bored at the mansion with nothing to do? Why? “No. I admit nothing and I feel nothing for you.” Gracie’s hazel eyes clouded over as her emotions turned cold. “Really?” He stood before and easily touched her ear with his mouth. “Nothing?” He murmured to her. Gracie tried so hard to keep still. “Nothing.” She tried to keep her knees from shaking. “Wow, that’s amazing.” He whispered as his mouth encircled the small shell of her ear and he lightly bit her neck. “How can I have a cock that’s begging to be inside your sweet pussy, while you feel nothing?” He grinned against her neck. Gracie pushed at his chest and flew down the steps of the garden. “Gracie!” He called after her. Her heart pounded as she tried in vain to escape the Satan’s spawn. “Gracie.” He caught up with her and stood blocking her path. “What is it, Michael? There aren’t enough tricks in the world for me to give you what you want.” “Hmmm.” He murmured thoughtfully. She stood her ground staring at his sinful, sensuous mouth. “Then I have a proposition for you.” Gracie rolled her eyes as she replied, “What is it?” Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 01 “Come to my room, tonight at midnight, we’ll discuss it then.” Gracie’s light laugh tinkled out into the garden air. “That’s very funny.” “I’m serious. Tonight at midnight. If you don’t come, I’ll tell Matthew we fucked tonight in the garden and that you were a tight, little piece and I had to pry you off my cock.” “You’re despicable.” Gracie whispered. “Maybe. And maybe deep down inside where your little pussy warms at the thought of my hands and mouth all over you, you secretly want it. You can have your precious little Matthew, and your upper class life with the boring babies and parties and – you can have me too.” “And what do you get out of it?” Gracie asked already warming at the thought of his cock filling her and his mouth on her body. “What do you think?” He asked drawing his finger under her chin and leaving her standing alone in the garden. Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 02 Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 03 Gracie floated dreamily in the pool. She watched the sisters’ play and laugh and Jane being cautious and steady in the corner. What was coming over her? Why was she risking everything? Later that night they dined in the large dining room but Michael was not there. Gracie sighed and tried to enjoy the meal, but she felt a nagging need and want to be with him. It overwhelmed her. “Did you enjoy dinner?” Matthew asked her as they walked in the gardens. “I did. I enjoy anytime I spend with you and your family.” “I’m so glad.” Matthew moved to kiss her and she responded but in a reserved way. “Darling, are you alright?” “I’m feeling a little tired.” Gracie lied. She didn’t want to worry him and so the lie slipped out. They rounded the corner and walked into the small white gazebo. It was filled with small pillows and large enough to fit 5 people. “Darling, I’ve missed you. No time for ourselves lately.” Matthew squeezed her arms and pulled her down onto his lap. “I can’t wait until we’re married.” He moved her over his lap and his cock grew hard. “Matthew –“ Gracie tried to slow him down but he wasn’t hearing her. “Isn’t it exciting?” He sighed into her ear. “You always said you want me to be more exciting.” His hands moved up her skirt as Gracie tried to find an excuse to stop this. “My, my my. The lovebirds are at it again.” Came from behind them. But the voice froze Gracie’s heart and she dreaded seeing those brown eyes bearing into her. Matthew chuckled and stood up pulling Gracie with him. “I can’t keep my hands off her. I mean, if you had this lovely girl, wouldn’t you be the same, Michael?” Michael was so close to slamming his fists into his brother’s jaw that he had to steady himself. “Sure, Matt. Of course. Well I hate to interrupt this little love nest, but Mom’s looking for you. She wanted to ask you something about the church and the particular pastor who’s available. I guess she doesn’t care for him.” Michael’s eyes never left Gracie’s face and the more he watched her, the more he hated her. And hated himself. “Okey dokey. Coming, darling?” “Yes, in a minute. I wanted to ask Michael about tomorrow’s dinner for the groomsmen. Be right there.” Matthew trotted off to see Jane when Gracie turned on Michael. “Are you out of your mind? Completely insane?” “Mom really was looking for him. I volunteered to find him. Little did I know that he and his slut fiancée would be out in the garden gazebo fucking.” Gracie exploded. “You stay away from me! How dare you criticize me!!! You came onto me in the hardware store, you pursued me – your own brothers fiancée and you make judgments against me!” “Oh and you are so innocent little Gracie.” Michael sneered. “How hard was it to get you to cum to my room? How hard was it to rape you in the cabana? You fucking cream for me.” He mocked her but only because it tore at him. Watching her kiss and fondle his brother – tore at his insides, at his very heart. “How long does he last? Long enough for you to come? Or does he just grunt and grunt and roll over.” Michael watched her face as she blushed in the dark. “When is the last time you fucked him, tell me!” He wanted to hear it. He wanted to feel the pain of her spreading her legs for his brother and arching into him. He was intent on relieving the feeling again and again as she told him. He waited for her words. “We haven’t. He’s very gentle. He’s not very sexual. He’s –“ “He’s not me.” Michael told her as he backed her into the gazebo. His cock was already hard. He already wanted her. Always wanted her. Madness, obsession, dark desires all in one. “No, he’s not you. He’s sweet, he’s kind, considerate, caring –“ “Yeah. I know. He’s a saint.” Gracie shook her head but couldn’t speak. “And I’m just a man.” He told her and before she could stop him, his hand reached out grabbing her head and his kiss was forceful and brutal. His tongue forced itself inside her sweet mouth as he settled down upon the cushions. Just as he had seen his brother do, he settled Gracie over his lap. Her slim thighs fitted over his legs as she straddled him. “Do you like the dark side, Spitfire?” “No. I just can’t stop myself when I’m around you.” She murmured in the night as she heard him unzip his pants. She couldn’t even think and didn’t want to stop. He pushed her skirt up as his hands slid up her naked thighs. She didn’t even take off her panties, which were sopping wet. She pushed her panties aside and slid down upon his thick cock and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. “Oh, ride me, Gracie. Cream for me.” He told her and thrust his hips into her. She arched her delicate back and his hands filled with her breasts. She was like the cheapest whore, she thought. No love, no promises, nothing of tomorrow – just his cock stuffing her and filling her pussy. She almost needed him. Couldn’t think straight. “Harder, Gracie. Ride me harder.” He thrust again filling her small cunt. “Michael, son, are you out here?” They both heard his father’s voice close by and Gracie pulled herself away from him. Michael felt her pussy pulling away from his cock as almost a physical pain and clenched his eyes at the pleasure. He zipped himself up just as his father rounded the bend. “Ah, here you are. Hello Gracie.” Gracie smiled and tried to stem this awful feeling of being a traitorous bitch. “Hello.” “I wanted to talk to you son, can I interrupt?” “Of course. I was just leaving.” Gracie walked away feeling cheap and not worthy of the family. William watched Gracie walk back to the house and sighed. It was no secret that Matthew was Jane’s favorite. She adored him and had ever since birth. But though William adored all of his children, none were as special to him as Michael. Michael was his firstborn son and he had wanted him like nothing else. He had built and struggled all these years for him, and he adored him. But Michael had always been the recluse. He had always been the wanderer and the playboy. His bad boy looks had not helped. Women threw themselves at him and he had his pick of any woman. But his heart had never been touched. Until now. “This is dangerous, Michael.” Michael turned his eyes to his father and then sank down onto the cushioned seat. “It happened so quickly.” Michael sighed. “Hmm.” William sat beside his son. “I didn’t know who she was when we first met by chance.” “But now you do, son. Now you do.” “And?” “And?” William echoed his son incredulously. “And she is to marry your brother. End of story.” “No, I can’t accept that. I want her.” William laid a hand upon his son’s shoulder. “Son, do you want her because she’s Matthew’s?” Michael shook his head. “That’s what she asked me.” “No matter this physical attraction, I believe they love each other.” “No.” “And besides that, what do you offer her? You aren’t ready to settle down. Leave her be.” “I can’t. You don’t understand. She’s in my blood. I can’t be near her without wanting her. I can’t sit by and watch her marry Matthew.” “Michael, stop this now. Before this ends very badly. Before this tears apart our family.” Michael shook his head. “Dad. I can’t-“ “You must. And know that I don’t blame Gracie. I have seen the way you look at her. I know you must have chased her.” Michael gritted his teeth. “She’s tried to stop me so many times. I’ve blackmailed her. I can’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. And I don’t want to.” He shuddered. “Michael, think. If I have noticed it, it’s only a matter of time before others will. Especially those brat sisters of yours.” Michael’s eyes met his father’s. “Gracie.” His mouth moved lower and touched her neck. “Please Gracie, I love you.” His mouth moved to her breasts as he unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra followed along with her skirt. She lay naked beneath Matthew and her tears almost threatened to overtake her. She could only think of Michael. Matthew settled himself on top of her and in a quick movement thrust himself into her. Gracie gasped aloud at the intrusion. His cock was nicely shaped and thick but not as thick and meaty as Michael’s. She always felt truly stuffed and filled with Michael. “Oh, Gracie.” He moved with her. He clenched his fists tightly. He had been walking along the hallway and had heard her cry out. He knew with every fiber of his being that his brother was making love to Gracie. It almost tore at him. The feeling of jealousy and pure evil rage was overpowering. Damn her! He moved once, twice and emptied his cream into her womb. He kissed her lightly and fell to her side. She moved to leave and he pulled her back. “I want to take a bath, Matthew. Please.” “Of course.” He kissed her again and she left. She made her way down the hallway to her room and locked the door behind her. She willed herself not to cry as she undressed. She felt used and unloved. One brother owned her heart, the other her body and she couldn’t sort out her feelings. She walked naked to the bed and was about to slide under the sheets. “Enjoy your night, whore?” Gracie whirled around to see Michael in the corner of the room lounging on a chair. “What are you doing here?” She made a move to cover herself but he was quicker. “No, don’t. At least flaunt your little body if you’re going to fuck with it.” He pulled her against him. His anger was almost tangible as he held her. “Why am I the whore? I just want a family, a home. You’re the one ruining everything. Go find some woman who isn’t attached to anyone and make her yours.” “Because any other woman isn’t you, Gracie. She isn’t you.” His fingers tangled into her hair as he sighed. “Oh god, Gracie.” His mouth took hers and he moved to the bed. “I can’t stand it. It’s driving me crazy. I wanted to kill him. My own brother. I wanted to kill him. What is he like? Tell me. What is he like?” She knew he asked it to punish himself. “Don’t Michael.” They fell together on the sheets as he pulled her on top of him. “I’m going crazy.” Her legs came up as she sat atop him and he undid his pants quickly. She slid herself down upon him and her pussy tightened around his cock. She arched her back and again and again he grabbed her ass pulling her tighter onto his cock. He wanted to hurt her. His cock slid perfectly into her pussy as his brother’s juices coated the way. “Gracie, Gracie.” His finger felt into her small asshole as she continued to ride. “No, Michael, no. I’ll cum.” “Then cum, Gracie.” Her small cries filled the air as he matched her orgasm. His milky seed filled her body mixing with his brother’s. She fell upon his body – both were sweaty and exhausted. “This can’t go on, Michael.” She whispered. Michael nodded, “I know.” Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 04 The next morning was another round of meeting people and making arrangements for the upcoming wedding. The days passed and Gracie managed to avoid running into Michael. She always made sure she stayed with her sisters-to-be, her mother to be or Matthew. She didn’t allow herself the luxury of time alone – but her nights were always awful. Because in her dreams – she dreamed only of him. And it tore her apart. A week had passed and the night was an eerie Southern California night with the Santa Ana winds blowing and the sky a bruised plum color. Matthew had been attentive all during dinner and she had smiled and enjoyed it. Michael had been missing in action the last two nights and Gracie breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he was finally separating himself from her. Perhaps he was letting her go. She hoped so. Perhaps he was even preparing a new trip to some far exotic place in West Africa and would disappear from her life as strangely as he had appeared. They sipped coffee in the small living room and Gracie looked lovely that evening. She wore a small sheath dress covered in little daises with simple sandals. Her hair left to fall upon her shoulders. Matthew watched her that evening and surmised how lucky he was, for the fourteenth time. Gracie had noticed the way Matthew was watching her and knew he would want her tonight. She could always tell. He would be extra sweet, extra attentive and caring. Then he would follow her, kiss her, and then ask if he could come in to say goodnight. He was always by the book, and always predictable. She enjoyed his caring attitude, but sometimes it was more like making love to a friend…then an exciting relationship. And since they had not been together that long, she had always worried that by the first anniversary of marriage – they would have separate bedrooms. But Gracie reprimanded herself for that cruel thought. Didn’t women always want good men? Men to provide for them? Take care of them? Love them? Why was she throwing this chance away at a man who only wanted her tight sex? She sighed. She watched William and Jane laugh and smile at each other and deep down inside she wanted that so very much. She knew Matthew’s parents had a happy marriage and relationship and it hurt her that she threatened their happy family. She had never expected to be torn. She had always enjoyed Matthew’s sweet company before the black sheep had arrived. Gracie had been watching the sun set and now the Santa Ana winds buffeted the leaves and other objects around at will. “Hello, darling. Have a good day?” Matthew touched Gracie’s shoulder and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “Yes, I did. The whole week has been enjoyable.” “Hmmm.” Matthew kissed her temple lightly and asked, “Like what?” “Um, your mother and I went into town to look at cakes yesterday.” “Hmm, and did you find one you like?” His hand brushed upon her neck and along the rim of her dress where the zipper began. “Yes, several. But of course we want your opinion.” Gracie stated. “Of course. I’ll come by whenever you want me to.” His fingers brushed along the zipper and then returned to her neck. “And the bridesmaids dresses. Your sisters didn’t like the color I chose I’m afraid.” She smiled up at him. Matthew hardened as he watched her full mouth turn up. “It’s your wedding darling. Your choice.” His fingers outlined her lips. Gracie was almost embarrassed at his seductive touches and blushed. “Let’s go upstairs darling and I’ll say goodnight.” They said their goodnights to his family and walked upstairs to her room. “I’ve missed you, Gracie.” He walked behind her on the second landing of the house. His fingers began to unzip her dress as she walked. “Matthew. We aren’t even inside.” She pulled away from him. He closed the door behind them and locked it. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke quietly and settled himself on the large overstuffed chair. “Come and show me that you’ve missed me too.” His fingers unzipped his member and it sprung forth. He was medium sized and Gracie didn’t mind giving head – but he never reciprocated and it left her feeling irritated. “Matthew – “ she began, but immediately felt awful. If it was Michael – she would have been greedily attacking his cock as if it was her first since a long lonely sea voyage. She fixed her mouth upon him and his hands wound into her hair. “Lovely, Gracie. Lovely.” She bobbed up and down and as she sucked him he unzipped her dress fully and left her in a bra and panties. He cupped her breasts and unclipped her bra. “Oh, yummy.” He threw his head back and sat upon the chair like a king being serviced by his slave. Gracie kept sucking his cock up and down until he spilled his cream inside her mouth. “Oh Gracie. You are so wonderful.” He pulled her down upon the bed and immediately took her panties off. “You are so hot.” She was creamy wet from the blowjob and he was hard again and pushed his cock inside her. It was a nice feeling of cock and Gracie immediately moved her hips in rhythm to enjoy the sex. “No, darling, don’t. I don’t want you to move. I’ll come to quickly.” He held her hips tightly to the bed and when she lifted her legs to better feel him he complained. “Please darling. Just lie still.” He admonished her and she remained like a dead doll as he jerked his hips into her. Once, Twice, Thrice. He emptied himself into her and rolled over. “Wonderful.” He whispered but Gracie wanted to cry. He left a half hour later and Gracie curled up onto her side. She had begun to hate his lovemaking. She wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the women dead – or just liked no involvement from his women but it made her truly ill. She dressed quietly and went downstairs. The Grandfather clock was just chiming midnight as she left the house by the back doors. The pool’s light had been turned off and she relished it. It was far enough away from the house that no one would see her and if she was very quiet she could enjoy this time alone. She left the robe on a lounge chair and stepped into the lukewarm pool. Heaven. Once in the water, she took off her bikini top and bottom. No one would ever know. The pool was shaped like a long L. She stared at the one end and quietly swam to the other end. It was luxurious. A small waterfall had been flowing quietly at the other end of the L and Gracie swam to it. She was about to swim under the waterfall when someone grabbed her and the hands skimmed up her body feeling her hips, waist and breasts. “Oh my god.” She spun around. “Hello spitfire.” He told her. “Jesus, what are you doing here?” “Same as you I suspect.” “Stay away from me. I’m naked.” He grinned. “Yeah, I know.” His black hair looked wet and slicked back and his eyes looked evil. “I’ll leave if you want me to.” She told him. “Why? Big pool.” “Yes, well I don’t feel comfortable with you.” “Really? You could have fooled me with your avoiding me act of the week.” “I thought it best.” Gracie told him. “Yeah, well not me.” He swam toward her and made her swim to the wall. “Michael, stop this. You’re just not seeing the inevitable.” “Which is?” His mouth so close to her ear and his words too low. “That I’m going to marry your brother and nothing you say is going to prevent it.” “Really? Not even telling the priest that I know your favorite position?” He said it so low that Gracie shivered. “Michael.” “Gracie. Ever wonder why Matthew never had many girlfriends? Or that when he did they didn’t last very long?” “No.” “Well, I did. And I asked one once. She told me that Matthew was sweet, charming and in bed – a mortician. Is that really what you want, Gracie? Really?” “Michael – “ “And I want you so fucking bad that I have to leave to get away from the taste of you. And why you deny me is beyond me.” His mouth came down on hers so quickly she couldn’t pull away. “Why, Gracie? You know you aren’t meant to be with him…you know it.” He ground out. “And I am meant to be with you?” “For tonight.” “Yes. It’s always for tonight.” “Well, that’s all I can give you right now. So don’t hate me for it.” “Michael.” She wound her hips around him and they moved to the waterfall. Behind it was a small little loveseat made of polished rock. He sat upon it and pulled her onto him. “You know you love riding. So ride me.” She slid down onto his cock and almost sighed in frustration. He was so thick and meaty and she loved him inside her. She arched her back and pushed on his shoulders. “Move your hips like the little bitch that you are.” Gracie shuddered and moved at his instructions. He pulled her off him and laid her upon the loveseat. His mouth fastened upon her pussy and his tongue dove into her again and again until she climaxed. When he was done, she sat before him and took his thick cock inside of her mouth and gave her second blowjob that night. She kept her mouth tight around his cock trying to intensify the pleasure. He closed his eyes in pleasure/pain and climaxed inside her hot little mouth. Gracie moved away from him but he caught her shoulders. “What do you want, Gracie? Just tell me what you want from me and I’ll give it to you.” “That’s just it. I don’t know.” But you know that whatever happens, you are meant to be with me, not Matthew.” “No, Michael. I know that you make me feel alive but isn’t that just sex? And does it last?” “Oh Gracie.” He moved to hold her and they drifted under the waterfall again. Gracie & The Love Triangle Ch. 05 “Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?” (No Doubt’s song BATHWATER by G. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont) Gracie watched him from across the table. Her was so sweet and so attentive and he loved her, she knew. True, he did lack something in his performance in bed and was not overly demonstrative – but wasn’t that a good thing? Matthew would be a good father, husband, provider and wasn’t that what all women wanted, needed, desired? Desired? Desired. Her eyes wandered across the table to the other one. Her hazel green eyes took in his five o clock shadow, his dark brooding eyes, his too damn sensuous lips – ohhhhhhhh! – she wanted to scream. The frustration and irritation welded up inside her but she said nothing – stuck her fork into the fluffy eggs and swallowed them whole. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Maybe marriage to Matthew was a big fantasy and sleeping with Michael was definitely a big mistake. She watched Jane and William converse quietly at the end of the table and her heart sunk. She watched Jane touch William’s shoulder lovingly and with sweetness and she sighed. That’s all she wanted. Love, affection, companionship – was that so wrong? “Darling.” Jane spoke to Gracie from across the table. “Let’s go into town today to look at the floral arrangements. Do you mind if I steal her, Matthew?” Matthew smiled and doted his lips. “Of course not. I have work to do today.” He stood up and walked to Gracie’s chair, kissing her mouth and then leaving. Michael watched the whole scene, fearing his breakfast would come up before it had time to settle. He was losing control of everything. He was obsessed with her, he knew it now. It irked him to know his brother held her and fucked her yet he could never have enough of her. He could take her in every position and it was never enough – would never be enough. He wanted more. He wanted everything. He threw his napkin down and left the table without a word to anyone. “What is the matter with him?” Jane asked to no one in particular. Jane and Gracie sat looking at book after book of floral arrangements in Madame Antoinette’s boutique in Bel Air. Gracie had not settled upon her color scheme yet but she liked cream and lilac. She found it hard to concentrate because she kept remembering the night before. Michael had been so passionate -so in control when he had taken her in the pool. Later on they had moved to one of the cabanas and made love again before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms. Gracie had woken in his arms and had felt horribly guilty and wonderfully sated. She grimaced at a particularly horrid arrangement with birds of paradise – she hated that flower. What was she to do? They met Jenny and Sarah for a late lunch and they all discussed the upcoming wedding except for Gracie. She remained silent and pleaded a headache. As she lay upon her bed nursing her headache she surmised what she must do. She needed to leave the mansion. She would not marry and she would leave Michael alone. Nothing had been the same since that day in the hardware store – but it made her see how much she did not belong here. Matthew would find some sweet, docile woman who would never mind that he had the sexual drive of a gnat – while Michael would continue to put notches on his bed post until he either settled down or died from AIDS – either way – Gracie was leaving. Gracie began packing that night. She didn’t want to leave but knew she had no choice. She didn’t want to cause his family any more pain than necessary and the thought that she would break Jane’s heart was secondary to the pain she would cause if they found out about her and Michael. This was madness anyways. Why was she doing this to herself? Love and family aside, she knew she was incompatible with Matthew. She knew their sexual drive would not be enough in the future and it was wrong to live a lie. But Michael? What if anything did she have with Michael? Too much sex drive and nothing else. Talk about two brothers who had a little of something alone – and together would be great. She packed all her clothes and left the few gifts that Jane had given her and Matthew’s engagement ring. It sparkled in the dark as she laid it gently upon the dresser. This was the right thing to do. She would continue to work on her bachelor’s degree and decide what she wanted to do with her life. She would make her life something but it would not be revolving around men and the web she had entangled herself in. She dreaded facing him but she knew she had to say goodbye to Michael and in the morning she would face Matthew. She wanted to get Michael over with and decided upon that very moment. It wasn’t that dark as she walked across the main upper hallway. She guessed it to be around 745pm. She knocked quietly on his door hoping he wouldn’t be inside. “Come in.” Gracie’s heart thudded and she let herself in and closed the door behind her. He sat upon his bed wearing jeans and a thin gray shirt. The shirt outlined his muscular chest and the jeans hugged his body. “Michael – “ She began but didn’t know what to say to him. She felt juvenile, silly and aroused. He was too good looking and it irritated her. “Gracie, come and sit down. You obviously have something to say or you wouldn’t have risked coming here in the evening.” “Yes, Michael. That’s true.” She hesitated and then walked to him. “Well?” He asked as she seated herself next to him. “I um –“ He didn’t make it easy for her. Whatever she wanted she was going to have to do it the hard way. He waited. “I am leaving tomorrow morning. I’ve already packed up my things and I’m going to call it off tomorrow with Matthew.” He remained silent. “I wanted you to know.” “So our fling is over?” Michael asked sarcastically. “Yes. I guess it is.” Gracie answered him almost tired of everything. “Hmmm.” He replied. Gracie felt disappointed and hurt. “That’s all I came to say.” She rose to her feet and took two steps before she was yanked by her arm to be pulled flush against him. “Michael – stop –“ She struggled in his arms as his hands felt all over her upper body and down into her curves. It was a cheap thrill and he loved it. Her curves were delicious and she smelled wonderful. “Why tell me to stop? You come into my room to say goodbye. You come in the evening – to be alone – why?” He asked her jerking her against him. “Perhaps you wanted privacy but you could have done that in the garden or library.” He continued while she started to protest and he stopped her. “I think you want a farewell fuck. You want my thick fat sausage between your legs one last time.” His words were meant to be course and common because he wanted to hurt her. She was so easily brushing him out of her life and he wanted her to cringe. Gracie was truly shocked at his words and she blushed. “That’s disgusting!” “Yeah, yeah. Tell me your little pussy isn’t creaming right now at the thought of me stuffing you hard on this bed.” With that Michael flung her onto the bed and immediately joined her. “Don’t do this.” Gracie told him quietly. Michael smirked, “Of course. It always comes down to rape, doesn’t it? Yes means no – no means yes. And what about the little cockteases like you? The ones who play the virgin and then the whore and then want to change in midstream back to the virgin again.” Gracie shook her head. “I didn’t come here for this. I came to say goodbye. I’m not playing at anything.” “Sure you are. Matthew doesn’t suit you – but you stay because of the lifestyle he can give you. Then the older brother comes along who doesn’t let you play him or the situation and you can’t stand it.” “That’s not true. I’m not right for either of you. I’m finally admitting to the situation. I thought you would be satisfied.” “Satisfied?” He chuckled and shifted her weight underneath him. Her flimsy skirt flew up her thighs and he smiled. “I’ll be satisfied when your puffy little pussy lips are surrounding my hot cock.” He ground his mouth into hers and bit her neck lightly. “But in the event you really are the virgin girl – yell really loud. Someone might come to your rescue.” He whispered into her ear as he stripped off her panties. “Michael – “ “Yes, Gracie?” He asked as her dress followed her undees. “Not like this.” “It’s always like this. This is what we are. Two sexual people. Stop denying it.” “No – I want love – affection –“ “No you don’t. You want passion, excitement, the blood to pound inside your temples. You want me.” He told her harshly unbuttoning his jeans and his cock burst forward. Gracie shook her head. She wanted romance, love – but if that was true – why did she cream and ache for this black sheep brother? She lay underneath him completely naked while he had only unbuttoned his jeans. He was taking her like a whore. She loved it. His cock rammed inside her and Gracie cried out. “Shhhh. Someone will hear.” He quieted her and rocked inside her tight cunt. She was creamy wet as he knew she would be. “Tell me you want it. Tell me.” “Oh god. Michael I want you so badly. I dream about you.” He smiled as her nails raked his back. “Harder, Michael. Harder.” She arched her back as his cock sunk in deeper. “Oh, Gracie. Baby.” He murmured into her ear. He could feel his climax building and as her body shook he emptied his cream inside her hot cunt. “Michael – “ Gracie wanted to tell him she loved him. She knew she did. She was afraid and worried about their life together but she loved him. “What the fuck?” Michael and Gracie both turned to see Matthew standing at the doorway staring at his brother and fiancée. Michael covered Gracie as he buttoned his jeans up. “Matthew – “ Michael tried to calm Matthew down. “You fucking bastard!” Matthew lunged toward Michael trying to hit him. Gracie began gathering her clothes up. “You can’t fucking stand it! You always have to have my girlfriends. Ever since junior high school. Remember Natalie and Tanya – fuck you…I hate you!” Matthew roared at his brother. “And you? You common fucking whore!” He shouted at Gracie and before Michael could stop him he slapped her across the face throwing her back against the bed. “You cheap whore!!! A frigid ice cube in my bed probably a hot cunt in his – right?” He screamed at her and shook her body. Gracie tried to fight him but he was too strong. She was naked underneath and in a split second he had pulled her against him and she realized with disgust that he was getting aroused. He enjoyed beating women and abusing them. His dick was hardening as he watched her cheek grow red with a bruise. “Cunt!” Matthew knew Michael would come at him any second now. He fiddled with his pants and tried to unzip them. He wanted to shove his cock inside the cheap bitch and show her who was boss. He would make her beg to stop as his cock tore into her tender asshole. She would cry and cry and – Michael tossed him to the corner of the room. “Never – touch – her – again.” His words were low and dark. Matthew glared at his fiancée and brother. “You will both rot in hell for this.” He slammed the door shut and Gracie collapsed into Michael’s arms. “Oh god. He gets off on beating women. He would have raped me had you not been here.” Michael gathered her into his arms. “I know. I’ve always known he was a little off – but after seeing him with you – he’s more than a little off.” Gracie cried into his shoulder. “Everything is a mess.” “No. It isn’t. I love you, Gracie. I want you with me. You know Matthew was never the one for you.” “Michael –“ Gracie started to speak. “No, you don’t have to say it back. But I want you to know – I can see us together. And I want you to think about it.” “Oh Michael.” She could feel his kisses rain down upon her and she could feel her tears fall upon her cheeks. “I mean it Gracie. I love you. You sort whatever you have to out – and when you are ready – I’ll be here.” Gracie nodded up at him. She had made a mess of everything – now it was time to make everything right.