Five Peeks of Pink

Everly

Everly

Heavy February snow crunched under my boots. Or maybe that sound was my frozen toes snapping. The sharp pains made me think as much.

The school bus stop was only a few blocks from home. Too bad the fat flakes drifting from the sky made the houses around me invisible. Distinguishing the line between road, sidewalk, and front lawn wasn't any clearer.

Nobody should be outside in this weather. Least of all, me. I hated winter. It made sneaking out impossible. This storm had totally shown up to mock me about more weeks of miserable cold and miserable boredom.

I trudged up what I hoped was my driveway and squinted at my house. Its lights weren't on. Sweet, I was home alone!

Over the sound of my harsh breaths, I heard even harsher male voices. The scent of cigarette smoke wafted by. The garage door came into view. There was no one else in sight. Yet, the men's familiar angry tones continued tingling my ears.

Screw the weather, who in the world was arguing outside inthisneighborhood? Didn't they know the boss of the Grassi Crime Family lived here? I thought everyone knew better than to make noise around my stepdad.

I paced toward the voices. Hidden between the garage wall and the fence were two towering black wool coats. I crept closer. If it weren't for their chatter and hand-talking, I would have thought the coats were disembodied. Ghosts almost would be weirder than what I was witnessing.

"Where did the cops come from, huh?" Marino said. My stepdad's snarled expression burned through the drifting snow.

"From a fuckin' rat," Teo said around the smoke billowing out of his mouth. He threw one hand up and then let it fall to his side.

"Fuckin' exactly," Marino said. "You have a rat in your crew!"

Teo reeled back as if his dad had slapped him. He tore the cigarette from his lips. "Your crew has the rat," he hissed. "I trust my men like they're family."

Marino huffed. "Your men are toddlers compared to mine. Not even what? Two decades of experience combined?"

"Bullshit," Teo said. He took a harsh drag.

Marino glared at his son. "What? You're telling me that me including your crew in this gig and the cops showing up is all a coincidence?"

"No, I'm saying it's one of your own." Teo jabbed a finger at Marino. He tossed his spent cigarette onto the ground and lit up another one.

Teo's smug defiance rooted me in place. Around me, Teo had always been a sheep and Marino his shepherd.

I didn't know my stepbrother had it in him. Heck, I'd never heard any of my stepsiblings arguing with their dad. And last I'd seen either of these two was at Christmas dinner. They hadn't paid me even an ounce of attention then. From how easily they'd gone back to ignoring me after punishing me with dirty praise, neither of them seemed capable of true change.

So, what the hell had changed to make Teo so un-Teo-like?

"The cops haven't bothered me in years, Teo. Years," Marino said. "The rat is on your side!" Marino's voice bounced off the crisp surroundings.

Teo's eyes went wild. His nostrils flared. "Fuck you." Spittle hit Marino's face.

My stepbrother's furious disrespect hit me square in the chest. I gasped.

Both men whipped toward me.

Teo's chest heaved against his coat. "Get your ass inside," he said.

I glanced at my stepdad. Teo wasn't the boss here.

"Go inside, Everly," Marino said way too calmly. "Power's still out, but the living room fireplace is going."

I didn't need to be told twice. Snow kicked up with every clumsy, hurried step. In the mudroom, I ditched my outerwear, boots, and now damp tights. I pulled a spare pair of knee-high socks on before putting more distance between myself and whatever was happening outside.

Would I ever see Teo alive again? I had no strong feelings one way or the other for my stepbrother. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd witnessed him sealing his fate.

Pallid warmth found me in the living room. I dumped my backpack out onto a coffee table and then pushed the table closer to the fire. I busied myself with homework. Not like there was much else for me to do except be anxious about an impending gunshot.

The fire's sting mellowed out as page after page of homework dragged on.

The door leading to the garage opened and closed with gentle snaps. Marino strolled into the room sans coat and shoes. He crouched down in front of the fireplace and fed another log to the fire.

I fiddled with my pencil. Where was Teo?

Marino glanced over his shoulder. I cringed.

"Cold?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"You're shivering."

"I've never heard someone talk to a boss like that before," I said in a tiny voice.

Marino's head cocked to one side. What did he have to be confused about? There was no way he hadn't heard his son's venomous tone earlier.

Marino stoked the fire. "We were talking business, Everly," he said dryly. "It was bound to get heated."

My brows rose. "Teo's allowed to talk to you like that...?"

Marino's lips pressed thin. He looked back at the fire. "No. He's got my grace for today."

He gave Teo what?! My hackles shot up.

"He accused you of having a rat," I said. "That's worse than any time I've pushed back on you. Why did I get punished?"

"Because you deserved it," Marino said. "You know a Made Man's family reflects back onto him. No one will trust me if I can't keep my family under control. I married your mother because I thought you two were incapable of misbehaving."

I scoffed. Absolute nonsense. He was singling me out because he was a perv. I crossed my arms over my chest. Marino's presence grew hotter than the rising flames.

"I'd thought I'd made your punishments memorable enough to fix your smart mouth," Marino said. "Apparently not."

Ugh. Whatever. I was too frigid and too over his nonsense to push back. Going forward, I'd remember his wishy-washy logic and hold my tongue. For now, I'd do what I knew he wanted. The same creep-a-peep-show he'd punished me with three other times.

I got onto my knees and lifted the hem of my skirt up. Marino's eyes dropped to my exposed pussy. I hadn't shaved in a few days. He didn't seem to mind that I wasn't as bare as usual.

"No panties?" he asked, sounding disappointed in me.

My fingers curled around the skirt's fabric. I glanced away from him for only a blink. He'd get mad if I didn't hold his stare while talking to him. "They were part of my tights."

Marino's upper lip curled as he ran his tongue over his teeth. His warm brown eyes trailed up my body. "Sit on the table," Marino said, nodding at the book-strewn surface. "Wait for me."

Marino got on his feet. I frowned at him.

"Don't look at me like that, Everly. You overheard our conversation and decided to test me," Marino said. "Did you do that because you like showing your pussy to Daddy?"

I dropped my skirt and squeezed my thighs together. When I was bare for him or Teo, they looked at my pussy as if the world had slowed to give them time to drool. I hated that I liked being on display, period. I'd never admit how arousing I found his stare.

I seated myself on the edge of the coffee table. Seeming satisfied, Marino walked off. A sigh escaped me. This was all Teo's fault.

The room's stiff silence drummed up memories of punishment and praise.

"Your pussy is too pretty to be on display," Marino said. "Men would kill each other for a single lick."

"So fucking pretty," Teo said. He stared at the fat cigar half-inside of me. His brown eyes radiated with warmth that bordered on jealousy. "You're opening up so good for us."

I tried to shake my head quiet. The memories only grew louder. My body grew hotter and more pliant with each loop.

Teo and Marino had been messing with me. They had to have been. They'd humiliated me to keep me compliant. They hadn't needed to go that far. It wasn't like I could tell Mom about how they'd made me stretch my hole in front of them. She'd never believe me or confront them. Mom did everything in her power to avoid conflict.

My stepdad returned with a bottle of whiskey and two crystal tumblers. He kneeled down before me and set the items down.

"Put one foot on the table and lift your skirt up," Marino said.

I did as he asked. Marino hummed. He reached forward.

"Lift your hips. Yes, just like that," Marino said, tucking my skirt under my butt.

The wood was pleasantly warm against my bare ass. Still, I shivered.

Marino pressed on my inner thighs, spreading my legs further. He caressed my legs. His hands paused a breath away from my pussy. With a featherlight touch, he stroked me from entrance to clit.

Goosebumps broke out over every inch of my body. I shuddered and pulled back.

"You are too much," he muttered as he opened the whiskey bottle. "Be grateful I'm preparing you. It's a Made Man's duty to punish his misbehaving wife. If I were your husband, I wouldn't be playing so nice with such a sweet pussy."

A blush warmed my cheeks. Anger sizzled within me.

Marino's thick thumb drifted over my pussy. It pressed into my entrance. I hissed and rocked my hips away.

"You haven't been using the cigar I gave you," Marino said. It wasn't a question, yet his assumption was wrong. The cigar had become a faithful companion of my vibrator. But I'd never tell that to anyone.

"If you were my wife, I'd make you take my cock and Teo's at the same time," Marino said, almost wistfully, "right here in this pretty, pink hole. Two cocks and two loads in your cunt. If you got knocked up, oh well."

My pussy contracted around nothing. I grimaced. I wasn't curious what part of his statement had excited me.

"Think better of me,tesoro," Marino said.

I blinked. He'd misread my body's reaction as fear.

"I won't waste your virginities on either of our cocks," Marino pulled my hips forward until my ass half-hung off the edge. "Those belong to another man."

Cold crystal pressed against my butt. Marino dribbled whiskey over my clit. Amber streams ran between my dusky lips and dripped into the glass.

Marino knocked back the collected liquor. His eyelids fluttered. His hand dropped to his side. Somehow, the glass didn't crack against the floor.

"Jesus," Marino hissed. "I could suck your juices off of another man's cock."

The cold-blooded Mafia boss would dowhatnow? No way. He... What?!

"Have you done that before?" I asked in a shaky voice.

He glared at me as if I'd forcedhiscrazy words out ofhismouth. "I wouldn't know my way around sucking dick any more than you would."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

Marino shoved the liquor bottle's knobby stopper inside of me. I gasped. My muscles tensed, and the thick glass stopper disappeared further inside me. Its weight pressed down on my walls with an awkward ache. I whimpered.

"Hold that for me,tesoro," Marino said. "Keep that lip up, and I'll put it up your ass."

My mouth and toes curled tight.

The crystal pressed against my butt again. Marino poured a slow, steady stream of whiskey over my pussy.

Teo entered the living room, dressed down and appearing completely unhurt. Anger simmered within me. He shouldn't have gotten away with his tone! My stepbrother's gaze dropped to me first, and then to his dad.

Marino swapped out glasses. He held the fresh one out to Teo. My stepbrother accepted it. He sank onto the floor beside his dad. Their two broad bodies blocked out the light, but not the heat.

Teo took a generous swig. His eyes closed as he swallowed. His posture melted. Then, his eyes flicked open. He intently watched his dad pour more whiskey over me.

"What's holding your cunt open?" Teo asked, tilting his head to one side. "It catches the firelight real pretty."

"The top of the bottle," I said.

"Top of thedecanter," Marino said. "Your pussy sucked it right up,tesoro."

"Did it hurt?" Teo asked me with a slight frown.

I shook my head and nibbled my bottom lip. Last time he'd voiced concern about my pain, too. Why did he care if my pussy hurt? I didn't understand him at all.

"Teo, if Everly was your wife," Marino said, "how would you punish her for back-talking your boss?"

"It'd depend if you counted it as the first time or not," Teo said.

The two men chuckled. I bit back a glare.

"No, I wouldn't," Marino said.

"Then I'd set her on my lap, facing away from me, with my cock up her ass," Teo said. "Then I'd invite all my men to lick her pussy. Maybe let their wives rim her while my cock stretches her asshole."

My eyes went wide. He wasn't serious. Teo was twice as uptight as his dad was. He'd never share his future wife or even let other men see her collarbones. Whoever she ended up being, I pitied her.

"Would you clean her out first?" Marino asked.

Clean me out? What--oh. My stomach flip-flopped. Ew, ew, ew!

"Any wife of mine would know to expect anal," Teo said. "She'd keep herself prepared."

"But then you'd miss out on holding her through the prep," Marino said. "Teaching her to love it."

Ew! Ick! Impossible. Marino didn't know what he was talking about.

Teo rocked his head from side to side. "We're talking about Everly, though."

"Correct. Who can't take a cock up her ass. Who needs to understand that business gets heated, and how a husband could handle her obnoxious, rebellious streak," Marino said. "And, unfortunately for us, who made a good point during her back talk."

I sat up a little straighter. That almost sounded like a compliment.

"I should take one of your fingers for spitting at me," Marino said.

"Can I put it inside her first?" Teo asked, nodding at me.

"Injuring you means I'm a man down in a rat hunt," Marino said. He took a stiff drink. "We need to clear our heads and start searching. What better way to clear us up than a taste of pretty pussy?"

Teo's gaze grew hot enough to brand me. "It's every Made Man's good luck charm."

Teo held his hand up to my pussy. "Push the stopper out for me,principessa."

I clamped my muscles. The stopper didn't budge.

"Bear down for me," Teo said.

Like I needed to pee? No way.

"Do you want me to lick you, or are you wet enough to push?" Teo asked.

I cringed. The last thing I wanted was any mouth on my pussy. Especially his. "This isn't obscene enough for you?"

"Obscene's is a big word for you," Marino drawled. "There's nothing obscene about getting your pussy eaten."

I grimaced and bore down, praying I didn't pee. The glass stopper shifted forward. My muscles gave out. I took a deep breath and tried again.

"Almost there,principessa," Teo said.

One measly, bulbous inch of glass protruded out of me. A sharp, fiery sting encircled my stretched hole. I yelped. My concentration broke, and the stopper slid right back inside.

"We can kiss it better for you,tesoro," Marino said.

"No, no," I said, holding a hand out as if I could stop him.

My stepdad frowned. "Then just push it out into your brother's hand."

I bore down again. The same inch popped out. I strained my focus and my muscles. Finally, the glass piece gave way. The fiery pain returned with a flash. I gasped as the stopper toppled into Teo's palm, looking suddenly tiny in his large hand.

"Fuck, you did so well," Marino said as he stoppered the decanter.

"Your pussy gets even prettier when it stretches," Teo said.

I sniffled. A foreign ache pulsed inside of me.

Marino's phone rang. He checked it and then stood with whiskey glass in hand. The firelight cast stiff shadows over his lower half. The darkness drew my eyes to a long, hard bulge that ran sideways over his lower stomach and pointed toward his hips. My heart leaped into my throat. It was his cock. My stepdad was rock hard.

"We need to take this," Marino said to Teo. "Bring the bottle." He turned to me. "If we leave you alone, will you behave, or will you offer your pussy to one of our guys?"

I scrunched my nose. "Why would I do that?"

"Because they'd say yes," Marino said.

I blinked at him. "No. I'm good."

"Your rebellious streak is so boring it's more embarrassing than your rebellion," Marino muttered as he left.

Anger flared in my chest.Sorry, I'm not interested in sitting on any of your ugly old man friend's faces, Dad.

Teo tucked the bottle against his chest and then stood. An equally fat and long bulge strained the front of his pants. I quickly glanced away as he exited the room.

I'd done that. I'd made them hard. They'd gotten turned on at the sight of me.

Fuzzy warmth bloomed in my chest. A bloom of pride that I didn't want to ever feel from them again.