Page 1 of Eternal Pieces

CHAPTER 1

VIOLET

Stepping out of the shower, I hear Max and Maddox bickering elsewhere in the cabin. They’re twins, so it’s not unusual for them to argue over the tiniest things. I’ve become accustomed to it over the years, and they always work it out themselves, so I leave them to it.

Although it’s winter, the day after Christmas, the cabin is warm and toasty. My fluffy towel is enough to keep me cozy as I grab some clothes from my dresser near the window.

Outside, the low morning sun filters through the snowy trees surrounding our little home. The scent of the gingerbread I baked yesterday is still in the air. It’s all so perfectly picturesque. What I’ve always imagined home to be.

I’m not sure how I got here. Well, technically, I do. It was being stalked by my stepbrothers and participating in freaky sex games with them that led me to this moment, and I’m grateful for it all.

I’ve never felt so content before. It’s the fairytale ending I always dreamed of ever since I could remember.

Sitting by the dresser, I dry my long hair and pull the blond strands into my usual high ponytail, letting a few strands hang free to frame my face. Then I change into a soft, cream jumperdress and dark red thermal leggings. The dress hugs my curves, and I’m proud of myself for wearing more clothes that show off my figure nowadays. Living with Max and Maddox, I’ve grown to love every roll, dimple, and stretch mark. It’s funny how not having to put up with my mom’s fat-shaming has improved my mindset.

I take a moment to admire the rings on my finger. Two engagement rings for one love. Max and Maddox are a package deal, and the way I love them both is different yet equal. It wouldn’t work with only one of them. Now I get to spend forever with them since, of course, I said yes to their joint proposal yesterday. They’re going to have to work extra hard on next year’s gift if they want to top this year’s.

We’ve got nothing but free time this break. Plenty of time to celebrate our engagement. All my assignments are complete, and since my guys are occupied with whatever they’re bickering about, I take some time to read in my cozy book nest I’ve made for myself by the window. The local indie bookstore had a big winter sale, so I stocked up and brought home a hefty stack to devour. Running my finger down the spines, I pick a title at random and settle into the pillows with it.

Eventually, the guys’ arguing gets a little too elevated and distracts me from my book, so I have to head out to keep the peace.

I find them standing next to the Christmas tree in the main living room. It’s still a mess of discarded paper and boxes from yesterday’s gift exchange. There wasn’t any time to tidy between being stuffed full of dick and a huge meal at the end of the day.

Max is squeezing a stress ball and glaring at Maddox, who is busy writing something on a giant whiteboard.Where did they find that thing?

They don’t hear me approaching, so I sneak a closer look at the board. There are multiple tally marks under each of their names and a list of what seems to be rooms and furniture.

Max snatches the pen from Maddox’s hand and wipes something out with the sleeve of his dark hoodie. “That one was me.”

“No. I felt it on my dick. It was definitely me.”

Max makes a point of adding an extra tally under his name. “You may have been inside her, but I was the one sucking on her clit. It was definitely me.”

“Oh my god!” I screech, my cheeks burning as hot as the flames in the fireplace. “Are you two keeping score?”

They both give me a look that saysobviously.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh before pushing between them to get a proper look at the board. Now I see it. They’re making a record of every time we’ve had sex in the last two days and who made me orgasm.

“Why are there illustrations?” I point to a crudely drawn trio of stick figures on a bed.

“Max needed reminding howIwas the one to make you come last night when we tried those Kama Sutra positions.”

“I still can’t believe you bought me that.” I cringe. It was one of the many naughty gifts they gave me for Christmas. Maddox also replaced my vibrators that he stole months ago and Max got me a fluffy bunny tail butt plug that I’m nervous to try out. My favorite gift will always be their proposal, though.

Maddox digs his elbow lightly into my ribs, making me giggle.

“What was it Dad always said? The best gift is one that gets the most use.”

“Ew, Maddox!”

“Please, never mention our father when we’re discussing sex positionseveragain.” Max groans, sounding like he’s going to be sick. He runs his hand through his blond hair and turns away.

I tap my nails against the board, bringing their focus back to it. “Can one of you please explain why you’re keeping track of my orgasms?”

“I’m offended you don’t remember,” Maddox scoffs. “It was only yesterday when we said whoever gives you the most orgasms over Christmas gets to marry you.”

There have been a lot of orgasms since then. Most of them were strong enough to make it difficult to remember my own name, let alone a comment that I assumed was them playing games.

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