Page 25 of Nanny for the Rockstars

My cheeks get hot with a blush, and I have to look away. I know it’s a compliment, but the statement also brings up feelings I’m not sure how to handle. I still hold a lot of resentment toward the three, but after the way I took Julian in my mouth just a few days ago, I want them all more than ever.

“Why did you break up with me?” I ask. “I mean, I guess I should ask why you didn’t just break up with me? You didn’t have to make my life a living hell like you did my whole senior year. It’s not like I did anything bad to you guys.”

The three of them give each other a look, and I’m immediately confused.

“What?” I ask. “You’re acting like you all know something I don’t, and I want to know.”

“You can’t possibly think that you didn’t do anything,” Caleb says. “We were going just fine until you were the one who made us choose between you and our career.”

“What?” I gasp. “I didn’t do that!”

“Sure you didn’t,” Julian says. “You’re the one who said that you wanted us to stay in Philly, and if we did go out on the road, you didn’t trust that there weren’t going to be women throwing themselves at us all the time.”

“Was I wrong about that?” I ask. “You guys pretty much have the reputation of being sleazy rockers. I don’t think anyone is surprised to know you’re fathers.”

“No, it’s not that,” Terry says. “It’s the fact that you basically said that we either had to be with you locally and play around Philly, or you weren’t going to be happy with us out on the road. We all felt like you were trying to keep us on a tight leash.”

I open my mouth to reply, but close it again before I do.

I don’t want this conversation to turn into an argument, but I’m realizing that we have different opinions about what happened back then. I can’t help but wonder why we didn’t talk about it before, and why we let this get to the point that we did—to the point that they were relentless bullies to me the entirety of my senior year.

“You can’t tell me you thought I would be happy with you out here cheating on me with all these fans, and I’m just back home trying to make something of myself,” I say.

“It’s not that we were going to cheat on you, or even that we wanted to,” Caleb says. “You made it clear to us that you were going to stay in Philly, and you basically told us that we had to either stay and prove to you that we weren’t going to cheat, or we were going to have to break up. It’s not to say we would cheat, but the fact that you were trying to control us made us feel like we would be better off if we broke up.”

“I—that’s not what I meant,” I say. “I don’t know. Maybe I did say something like that at the time. But I did struggle with a lot of insecurities. I mean, you were all somebodies. You were popular, everyone in school knew who you were, and it wasn’t any secret you were going places. I guess I was scared that I would lose you when you left.”

None of them say anything for a moment. I don’t know if they’re sorry for breaking up with me the way they did, or if they feel bad for the bullying. I don’t know if they believe that it was a mistake, and our breakup was just a result of a miscommunication between us. Then again, I’m not even sure I believe it wasjusta miscommunication.

“I was a different person then,” I tell them. “So I’m sorry.”

“What did you say?” Caleb asks.

“I said I’m sorry,”I reply. “I’m sorry I put that on you guys when I’m the one who should have trusted that you did love me. Instead, I feel like I’m the one who pushed you all away with the way I tried to keep you close.”

I halfway hope they’re going to apologize to me. I’m owed an apology after the hell they put me through, and they should know that. Even if the breakup was something I caused, they didn’t have any right to be assholes to me the entirety of our last year in high school.

But Caleb doesn’t seem like he’s going to apologize at all as he walks up to me.

I’m sitting on the end of the couch, and he stops just inches away from my face. I look up at him with raised eyebrows, but he’s not hinting at what he wants from me, he’s coming to take it. He unzips his jeans and pushes them down to his knees, pulling his dick out.

He’s hard and ready, and both Terry and Julian are sitting in a way that blocks the two of us from the view of the driver.

Caleb grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward his cock, taking his length in his other hand and pushing the tip against my lips. He’s not asking me, I know that, and I’m turned on by the way he’s pushing for me to put his cock in my mouth. I’m not exactly in the mood to suck his dick, but the way he’s not giving me any choice makes me want him.

He pushes his dick inside my lips, and I instinctively pull my teeth away to make room for him. He pulls my head down on his dick as he moves his hips, thrusting himself into my mouth, touching the back of my throat with the tip of his cock.

All three of the triplets have large members, and I can barely keep my mouth open wide enough to take his whole girth inside along with him pushing against the back of my throat. It makes my jaws tired, but I can’t speak with my mouth full of him.

I breathe in between his thrusts, his dick blocking my airway entirely every time he pushes himself as far into my mouth as he can get and holds himself there. I don’t know if he’s counting the seconds as he does, but it seems like he always knows just when to pull back out of my mouth so I can breathe again, and I have just enough time to take a breath before he’s right back where he was moments before, cutting off my air once again.

What he’s doing to me is making me exceptionally wet, and knowing that the other two brothers are watching me with a dick in my mouth makes me wish they were getting involved too. I know they love to see me taking it, and I have a feeling if the driver wasn’t here they would both be joining in.

But, they remain where they are, shielding Caleb and me from the driver’s view until Caleb finally shoots his load right down the back of my throat. I’m surprised when he cums, as he didn’t tell me he was close to finishing. But I don’t have any time to gag over the suddenness of it as he pushes his cock into the very back of my throat, cutting off my air supply one last time as he shoots his load all the way down my gullet.

He groans loud enough for me to hear how satisfied he is with the moment, but not so loud that the driver can hear us. Then, all at once, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and puts it back in his pants.

“Good girl,” he says in his whiskey voice, and pats me on the head. I’m so turned on by how he, being lead vocals, tends to use a wider range with his voice than Terry.

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