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Shattered Girl

The twins hurried to follow me into the hot tub. Jake set the timer, and a hot tub jet hit my lower back. I groaned in pleasure as the muscles in my back began to relax. Josh climbed in, helping me adjust the towel he had with him so my splinted arm that I had propped on the top of the hot tub was comfortable. Jake joined us a minute later, setting down several different drinks on the edge of the tub. The guys found their jets, and we all relaxed, letting the jets do their job.

Soon, we were chatting and getting to know each other better. The twins were both at the local university. They had a place off campus that Drew and Mike owned. Josh was getting his degree in Cybersecurity, while Jake was majoring in Management Information Systems. Both were planning on helping Patrick eliminate the illegal parts of his company so it could become legitimate. I was impressed. I had no idea what I wanted to do. I had never considered college; my main focus was getting through high school and finding a job that would give me enough money to escape my father.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I would have to look into college more; maybe in the spring, I could take a couple of classes. I didn’t share much about my life with my father; there was no point in upsetting the guys when it was all in the past. I laughed at the stories the twins told, though. They had spent a lot of time with Patrick and his family. Even though the twins were younger, the older boys always included them in their plans. The twins had a nanny when they were little after their mother died, but when they were around eight, their father decided they were better off staying with the older boys when he was busy, and he was busy a lot. Patrick’s mother and fathers had become surrogate parents to them. I was looking forward to when Patrick returned; I wanted to meet his family after listening to the twins talk about them.

As we talked, Jake moved closer to me, and soon I was cuddled into his lap. The twins had a silent conversation with their eyes, and all of a sudden, Jake spun around, so the hot tub jet was now massaging my p**y. I began moaning as Jake grabbed my legs and pulled them further apart, angling me so the hot tub jets were hitting my c* perfectly. Josh dipped his hand in the water and spread my p**y lips with his fingers. I moaned as the jets sent shockwaves through my c**t. When Josh slid a finger into my p**y, I exploded, coming apart in Jake’s arms as he murmured encouragement into my ear.

As I came down from my o**m, I opened my eyes to find Josh hovering about my face. Grinning, he kissed me and helped me off of Jake’s lap.

“Come on, baby girl, let’s get you rinsed off.”

He led me to the outdoor shower, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and helped me rinse the chlorine out of my hair. Jake brought my nice warm towel to me, and I dried off, throwing on the clothes I had put on over my swimsuit.

We spent a few minutes tidying up, and once everything had been put away, Jake led the way back upstairs. Once we got to the living room, I dropped Jake’s hand, jogging ahead of the guys.

“I call the first shower, ” I yelled over my shoulder. Before the guys could respond, I had made it to the bathroom, had the shower on, and was stripping my suit off.

As I climbed into the shower, I could hear the guys knocking on the door, promising the shower was big enough for all three of us. Pretending I couldn’t understand what they were saying, I kept responding with,” What? I can’t hear you. Sorry, sorry, the waters on.” I was laughing so hard I kept dropping the soap-filled loofa, bending over to pick it up; I felt a cold rush of air and then a stinging slap on my a** I shrieked, standing up and swinging around, accidentally hitting Josh in the soapy loofa. Jake laughed hysterically as Josh spit out soap suds and rinsed them out of his eyes.

I felt horrible when he stepped out of the water, eyes red and probably still burning. My eyes began to sting, a sure sign I was about to cry

“I’m so sorry, Josh; I didn’t mean to hit you with the loofa; please don’t be mad.” with that, I burst into tears. He stood still for a full minute before he moved toward me; I stepped back, wrapping my arms around me, shaking, and saying I’m sorry, repeating it so fast that the words no longer made sense.

The twins both froze, realizing I was having some traumatic flashbacks. Jake grabbed a towel and turned off the water. Taking the towel from Jake, Josh wrapped it around his waist and crouched down in front of me as I continued to tremble against the back corner of the

shower.

“Baby girl, I’m not mad, I promise. I’m so sorry I scared you. I know it was an accident; I would never hurt you.”

I knew in the back of my mind it was Josh talking to me, but my brain had gone so far into the flashback I couldn’t pull myself out of it. Flash. My father is screaming at me and kicking down the bathroom door, Flash. He ripped the shower curtain open, and I screamed. Flash. My father hit me, and I swung my soapy sponge, hitting him in the face. Flash. My father grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of the bathroom. Flash. Being dragged through the house and thrown down the basement stairs naked and freezing. Flash. Spending two days huddled on the basement’s dirt floor cold, Flash. Suddenly, I’m enveloped in warmth as my world goes blissfully dark.