*Please note before reading that this is the first threesome I've written. It took a lot of rewriting to figure out how I wanted it to go. It's not as easy to write as I first thought. So, please be gentle! Also, I do have another short coming that is in a man's POV with his step-sister. Check it out ;]*
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A smile graced my face as I walked towards the apartment complex that I would be living in. I'd been recently evicted from my last apartment after losing my job. Now, I was going to be moving in with my step brother and his best friend. I was nine when Hunter came into my life as my new brother. He was three years older than me, but we actually managed to have a good relationship despite us both being only children before. Hunter met Connor when Hunter was in seventh grade. Connor was in ninth and had stuck up for Hunter when he was being bullied and they became the best of friends. The two of them were always in some kind of trouble together. Wherever one was, the other was near. It was just like the friendship I had with Ava. We'd met about four years ago when I'd got my previous apartment. She was my neighbor and we quickly became inseparable. She even cried when I left, telling me she was going to move with me.
Apartment 52 was on the third and final floor, tucked away in the corner. The apartment next door had a for rent sign. If only I had the money. I gave a decent knock and waited for the door to open. "Lilly?" Hunter looked at me, almost unsure it was actually me. That's what happens when you haven't seen each other in almost seven years. We grew up.
Our parents had been very chill and open to almost anything, so when Hunter told them he wanted to move in with Connor at sixteen, they didn't mind as long as he called them twice a week. He almost never visited, but still kept contact. I also moved out at sixteen, choosing to move in with a twenty-two year old man that had me fooled. That didn't go so well and I left two years later. I'd joined a gym and started to work on my body, removing the chub I'd had since I was young. Now, at twenty-three, I was toned and taller than most females at five foot five. My dull blonde hair was now a vibrant deep burgundy, thick and wavy down to the middle of my back. The old Lilly was gone.
Hunter had changed too as I looked at him. He stood shirtless in the door to reveal perfect abs that fell down to the deep V disappearing beneath his sweatpants. His arms were larger than the last time I'd seen him, prominent veins in his tattooed arms. Thankfully, he hadn't overdone it. There were no bulging shoulders or neck, just the perfect specimen of man standing in front of me with hauntingly dark brown eyes and messy dark blonde hair. What stood before me was a man I would be taking as a lover had he not been my step brother. "Damn, bro. When did you get so buff?" I teased as he pulled me into a hug.
His chuckle vibrated through his chest. "You're looking good too, Lil. I missed you."
"Missed you too. Where's your other half?"
Hunter rolled his eyes. "He's at work. I took the day off so that I would be here when you got here. He should be back in about three hours." Connor and I never really hung out, but I'd been in the room a few times when he was hanging out with Hunter. Connor was definitely the bad boy type. He was always talking about his conquests to my brother once they were older, and my brother worshipped him. Connor was mostly quiet and hard to read when I was around, and I had to admit that he was my first big crush. It was going to be nice to see how he had changed too.
Hunter walked me through the 2 bedroom apartment, telling me that he had given me his room for while I stayed. The apartment was fairly bare, but clean at least. Men were basic and not the creative type, so it wasn't a shock to me. After putting my things away and grabbing a shower, I headed back out to the kitchen. "You hungry?" I called out to Hunter.
"You cook?" His head popped around the corner with a confused look.
"Um, how else would I have survived all this time?"
"Take out." He said it so matter-of-factly that I wondered how he wasn't four hundred pounds.
"Does no one cook anymore?" He shook his head and shrugged at me. "Well, that's going to change. You need to quit littering your bodies with all that crap. It's nice once in a while, but you need real food. I'll be cooking from now on. Besides, I enjoy it."
"Pizza is real food thank you very much." He was really getting defensive over pizza? Always that weird one.
"Shut up and leave now. I can feel my own arteries closing with you talking about it." Hunter chuckled and left as I opened the fridge and groaned. I should have known there was nothing here to make. "This is seriously unhealthy." I scolded as I walked back to the bed to grab my wallet. There was still a few hundred in my account, and that was about to be spent on groceries. These two were killing themselves with all the fast food.
About an hour and a half later, I had finally started to cook. It felt good to be able to cook for more than just myself, a smile plastered on my face as I sliced up my zucchini. I was just placing my pan in the oven when the front door opened. "What smells so damn good?" The husky, tired sounding voice traveled through the house.
"Dude, Lil cooks! I'm fucking starving from the smell."
The footsteps came walking into the kitchen as I started mixing up a salad. "Well holy shit. If it isn't little Lil." My eyes turned towards the first guy that ever invaded my mind, and it was not an easy task to look away. Connor was a sight for sore eyes with his midnight hair in a long topped fade and those mysterious forest orbs. The stubborn jaw was much more defined these days. He had a dusting of hair on his face, only adding to the raw sexuality he oozed. His body was similar to Hunter's, muscle in all the right places, but he was more tanned. Sweat glistened across every inch of exposed skin, his shirt thrown over his shoulder. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into.
He didn't hide that he was also checking me out, smirking as he watched me continue with the salad. It definitely affected me more than I would ever dare say. "If you're just going to stand there, you could set the table for me." Anything to keep him from staring at me any longer.
"Sure thing, princess." And there it was. He had always called me princess despite my hatred of it. That and little Lil were his nicknames for me. Sure enough, he actually set the table for me. It was about fifteen minutes later that I was setting the table and calling the guys to eat.
"This is so fucking good, Lil. What is it?" Hunter groaned as he shoved his mouth full. Connor and I both stared at him. "What? I can't help it. She had me basically on death's bed with how good it smelled."
"It's zucchini manicotti. Healthy food."
