Twisted and Broken

Author's Note-Please, Please review. I write faster when I know someone's reading.

Chapter 1
Twisted

Julian McCrossin squints his eyes slowly open. The sun is raging through his window, blinding him with it's mid-afternoon glare. He never is one to get up before noon, especially when he has a hangover like today. He brushes his long blonde hair away from his deep blue-violet eyes before swinging his legs to the floor. The humidity is dancing over his skin, resulting in a cold sweat covering his body. He can feel un-distilled weight on the other side of the bed, but brushes it of as the small body of his girlfriend, Kalian.
The six foot four blonde leans back on the bed, stretching his long limbs, and his Adonis, twenty-one year old, body. He has kept it in shape with ever sport known to man as long as he can remember. Everyone wants him, but he only let one girl the privlege and the honor of actually having him, and believe it or not, she was almost as beautiful as him.
Just as he begins to bury himself back into dreams of how wonderful he is, he hears a sweet and high falsetto underneath his head. "Hey sleepyhead."
Julian jumps up from the from the bed, only in his blue plaid boxers. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Evian-?"
"Evian! I'm not fucking Evian! I'm Julian. I know he's my triplet, but he's the one with the fucking long black hair with the blue streaks and the fucking dog collars around his fucking neck."
"Oh, I guess you're right." The young stranger smiles. "All dick looks the same in the dark."
Julian rolls his eyes as the man leaves from his bedroom. He hates more than anything when some fag walks into his room thinking he was one of his brothers. He doesn't like men!
Julian pulls a pair of baby blue and white basket ball shorts and walks over to the full-length mirror behind his door. Nicely toned abs. Great biceps. Beautiful facial features. Perfect chest. Yeah, he hates men, but he is still fucking beautiful.

Evian peels his eyes open against the sunlight falling into his window. His deep green-gray eyes glint in the afternoon sunshine. He can hear the slam of his brother's bedroom door. He knows one of his lovers from the night before has managed to wonder their way into his older triplet's room.
Is it the man or the woman?
Evian never is one to make decisions, even when choosing between the sexes. He trails his tongue over the lip ring on the left side of his mouth. His usually spikey, short black and blue hair lays limply over his forehead and the eyebrow piercing displayed in his right brow.
For the first time since he awoke he notices the weight on his left arm, just as the door opens.
His thoughts dissolve back to the brother and sister pair he slept with last night.
"Evian?" The young, tanned male slips back in bed, on the opposite side of Evian as his sister is laying. "Evian? Are you awake?" The twenty-something man trails his finger down to Evian's only nipple ring in his left nipple, continuing down his chest and well-formed abs. "I'm sure my sister enjoyed it just as much as I did."
Evian snaps at the finger that dared invade his territory. "I said I don't want you fucking touching me! I don't like anyone, fucking touching me! That's why I fucking tied you both up last night."
"I'm sorry." He mummers.
"Just take your smut sister and get the fuck out. You weren't a good fucking lay anyway."

Ian turns back over in his bed as he hears the second door closing of the afternoon. He knew that his second oldest brother had just kicked out another one of his many lovers. Evian is never one to stay with one person or in one place for long periods at a time. It is good for Evian to stay committed to one lover for even two nights in a row.
Ian rolls over in his bed again, his long silvery, white hair jetting past his shoulders. He still cannot remember if he had a lover last night.
All men are the same anyway, but then that is why he turned to them in life, instead of women. Women were just...harder...and easier.
Ian's eyes, finally, squint open. His brothers are most likely at the breakfast slash lunch table arguing.
Yes, he always has to be the peacekeeper.

Julian sits down at the kitchen table, next to his younger triplet brother. "If one of your fucking fag friends-!"
"Don't start. Please." Evian slams his head down hard on the table. A look of him trying to remember something, but still trying to forget at the same time, washes over his face.
"Couldn't you at least have the bitch accidently wander into my room? I mean we all have a hangover, but after twenty-one years of being my brother I would think you could remember I was the straight one."
Evian groans loudly in reply.
"Oh yeah, you're friend called. You know the one that's not a freak, a gay guy, or a lesbian."
Evian opens an eye in mild interest. "Christina?"
"Yep. That's it. Ian's old girlfriend."
"Ian's only girlfriend."
"Until you came along."
"He doesn't care. He broke up with her because he's gay!" Evian slams his head back down in frustration. "I can't argue with stupid."
Julian sighs into the air so hard he can see a puff of air. "Anyway, she said she was coming over to see you. I don't know why you string the poor girl along. She seems to really care about you and you're going to end up fucking her over like Ian did."
Evian tries desperately to keep his voice as calm as possible. "I'm not-."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. You haven't fucked her. You're just friends. Her perfect, innocent, sweet, naive pussy is too good to be touched by my brother."
"I love you with all my heart, Julian, but, I swear to fucking God if you keep talking about her like that I will slit your motherfucking throat." Evian spits without moving an inch from his resting position.
"Anyway," Julian continues ignoring all signs of his brother's death threat towards him. "She said she'd be around at two because she knows how we all sleep late and that you're probably shit-faced from getting drunk last night, anyway."
"Mmm."
"Who's coming at two?" Ian walks into the kitchen and sits down without opening his eyes.
Although, all of them are identical their personalities show so drastically that anyone who has known them long enough can see the obvious differences between the three.
"Your ex." Julian smiles.
"Which one?" Ian joins his older brother in placing his head down on the table.
"The girl."
Ian lifts his head slighly off the table. "Christina's coming over?"
"I definitely need some of that pussy. If she can make the both of you-."
"Julian, shut the fuck up!" Evian yells and stands up from the table. "If you heard how you sounded for two fucking seconds I swear you would never talk again." Evian finally gives up talking to the wall and retires to his room.
"I always appreciate the the time I spend with my brothers arouund the breakfast table, in our boxers." Julian stares over to Ian. "What do you both see in her?"
"We've been friends with her for four years and you still never really looked at her." Ian stands up, his silver hair falls soflty into his amber colored eyes. "I feel sorry for you. You steady talk about how beautiful you are, but you've never really seen true beauty. Beauty transcends all sexes." Ian leaves the kitchen without another word to his vain and arrogant counterpart.
Julian runs his fingers through his hair and rests his forehead on the wooden oak table. "I'm still fucking beautiful."

Christina smooths out her read and black catholic school girl skirt and straightens her deep crimson tie around the neck of her stark white shirt. The chest area of her shirt is wrapped tightly around her extrmemly perky 36D breasts. Although, she only stands at five feet four inches her perfect copper brown legs still seem to go on for days. Make-up, save for lip gloss, has never touched her naturally perfected and sculpted looks, nor would she ever let it. Only her eyes and hair give away her half japanese heritage.
Christina loosens the tie around her neck and slowly trails her bubblegum tongue over her soft, pink, strawberry coated lips. She raises her small, slender fingers to the doorbell. "Julian! Evian! Ian! Get your stupid asses out of bed." Even though she is still only a seventeen year old high school student, Christina still feels as if she is the one that is three years older then her best friends. The apartment door, finally, swings open with Julian standing there in black and blue boxers. "Hey, Julian."
"Look, Christina I already have a girl, so you can't fuck me. Please, stop begging." Julian smiles, embracing her with a warm hug and a tender kiss on the cheek. "What the fuck took you so long to get here?"
"School."
"You still go to that prison everyday?"
"Unfortunetly. So, where's-?"
"In his room. He said to just go in." Christina walks through the hall, pass the living room, and through the kitchen until she reaches a hallway lined with bedroom doors. She glides to the middle door and opens it without hesitant. The sound of the shower running immediately reaches her ears. She turns left and opens the bathroom door. "How many times did you shower?"
Evian slides the shower door open. "What did ya say?"
"How many times did you shower after yet another one of your all night fuck fests?"
"Um." Evian shakes away some of his leftover hangover. "Three."
"Did you brush your teeth?"
"Four times."
Christina hands him the plush cotton towel hanging on the towel rack. "I have to be home by ten."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I'll drive the princess back to the tower before it gets too late." Evian leans her small frame against the cool wall of his bedroom. He runs the the lip ring on the side of his lower lip across the warm flesh on her neck.
"Oh, Evian." Christina huffs.
Evian wraps an arm around her small waist pulling her tensing body closer to his own. His six foot four stance bends a foot down for the honor of pressing his lips against her strawberry pink ones. "Hearing my name motivates, don't stop now." Evian returns to that special spot on her neck and below her ear resulting in a little jump.
"Oh, god, Evian."
"Don't worry the screams will get louder soon enough." Evian pulls his tongue from her neck letting his mouth follow.
Christina wraps her hands around his body and begins pulling hard at the bottom of his shirt to keep from being completely driven crazy. "Please Evian. Don't stop."
"I don't intend to." Evian lifts her up easily against the wall. "Just relax, okay?"
"What are you going to do?" Christina tenses up again dispite his request.
"Something I've been dying to do for a very long time." He can still feel her body resisting against his own. "Look, I'm not your father. Do you trust me or not?"
Christina nods her head as her body, gradually, relaxes more with every deep intake of breath. "Yeah, of course I do."
Evian unbuttons the buttons to her shirt, but does not remove it. Her bronze nipples are fully erect from both the chill of Evian's metal lip ring wrapped around it and her arousal. After paying much needed attention to both, Evian trails his tongue down to her tightly pressed stomach and over and across her belly button. By now he is on one knee, with Christina's legs tightly drapped over his shoulders.
With the first brush of Evian's tongue against her clit, Christina can feel her body convulsing towards its first oragasm in his arms.

Ian tries desperately to ignore the constantly echoing screams in the next room. Kalian had come over an hour before, so for the first time ever he is alone while both of his brothers have someone in their beds for the night.
As Christina's screams start to drown out even Kalian's, Ian stands up from his bed and makes his way out his door and in front of Evian's. "She always was a screamer."

Christina's hips buck in one last climax before she collapses on top of Evian on the floor. Her left leg is drapped over of his chest, while her right leg is trapped under the weight of his body. "You've been waiting to do that for how long?" Christina is so out of breath and hoarse from screaming and oragasming that it takes all the strength she has to ask him.
Evian lets a smirk fall across his face. "I knew you'd taste sweet. I could keep going if you-."
"No, please, not again."
A loud thud sounds against the wooden bedroom door.
"What the fuck do you want?" Evian yells.
"Shut her the fuck up in there, Evian! You and Julian may not have to work tomorrow, but I do!"
Christina blushes a deep mahoghany. "I'm sorry, Ian."
"Whatever."
Evian stands up from the carpet and pulls Christina up with him. "You want something to eat?"
"No, not really. Are you hungry?
"Nah. You filled me up more than enough." Evian leads her from his room and into the living room.
"I really should be leaving soon. What time is it?"
"Nine forty five."
"What? Already? I have to go."
Evian nods and walks her outside the door. "I guess I won't see you agail 'til tomorrow?"
Christina nods her head. "I guess so."
She moves to walk away, but Evian grabs her around the waist. "Just a vew more mintues alone with you and I swear I'll be able to gather enough strength to let you go, again."
"Evian, my dad is probably already-."
Evian runs his hand back down her stomach and through the top hem of her skirt. He plays with the small, soft patch of auburn colored hair between her legs before he parts her private lips and dives his fingers, slowly and gently, inside her.
"Mmm, Evian. I...should...ahh!" She wriggles in sloser to his chest as his motions grow faster.
"I just want to hear you cum one last time. Please?" He works on leaving another love bite on the ox of her neck.
"Unnh!" Christina begins rocking herself faster on Evian's two fingers that are pressed securely against her clit and covered with her dripping folds.
Evian laughs to himself. "I didn't know you could get this wet." He whispers in her ear as he begins to gently suckle behind it.
"Oh God, Evian!"
"You realize we're outside of my apartment. Someone could defnitely just walk by."
"You fucking started it!" Christina screams as he begins rolling his finger around her clit.
"Indeed I did."
"Ugh!" Christina collapse backward into his arms, completely drained.
"There's something I want to tell you." He pulls her closer so that they are sharing the same bodily warmth. "But I don't know how, because I've never said anything like this before."
"Just say it the best way you know how, Evian." Christina laughs. "How about a song?" Her smile begins to fade as Evian opens his mouth.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you'd feel me somehow. You're the closet to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now." Evian has no need for the function of breathing nor could he if he wanted to. She is his lungs. "And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. Because sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight." At this point, Christina is trembling in his arms even though it is close to eighty degrees in the stretch of hallway. "And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
Christina breathes in for him. "You're going to have to spell it out for me, Evian."
"I love you. I'm in love with you, Christina, and you are the only person I ever want to be with or would ever want touching me, again."
They both finally breath out as Evian loosens his grip around her body. "Um, I have to go." Christina pushes him away from her and walks towards the stairs.
"Wait! Are you still coming back tomorrow?"
"I'll talk to you later." She turns around to give him a fake smile and runs down the steps without another word.
Ian slowly turns to face his apartment door. Although the feeling of getting the wind recently knocked out of him overpowers any want to move further.

Evian walks back into the apartment to see Julian and Evian at the kitchen table. "What are you two fags talking about?" Evian joins his two brothers around the tables.
"Ian's talking about his first and only time with the girl with the golden pussy." Julian turns his chair towards the refrigerator. "Why do we never have any fucking food?"
"The girl with the golden pussy made you enough food for the next three days. It's in those three containers at the bottom of the fridge. She said she knew you would be hungry." Evian leans back on the tips of his chair.
"I always loved, Christina." Julian takes the mountains of food out of the refrigerator and treks to the microwave.
"Don't eat it all now!" Evian shakes his head and turns to Ian. "Now, what was that about you with your first time with a girl, Ian?"
"She wasn't just a gi-...I don't want to say something you don't want to hear, brother."
"Don't worry. I can take it."
Julian sits back down at the table with a mouth full of food sedating him. "You heard him. Get on with the story."
"Well I guess I should explain the entire day. The day before I-."
"Told her you were gay? Go on." Julian to chew his food in slow, short swallows.
"I guess I would have to go two days back then." Julian continues with an aesthetic expression on his face. "If we're going by those timelines. I guess she was about fourteen and we were seventeen. It was the day of our graduation from prison. We were watching the sunset that night on the beach. It was raining that day, a hot sticky rain that clung to our clothes, but she still looked so beautiful. I can still remember the way her hair fell in her face."
"Yeah, yeah let's get to the good stuff."
"Well, we got back here and we went straight to my room. I turned on the radio and the ass she likes, Jake Mayer, song came on the radio. You know, 'Your Body Is A Wonderland' and it must have gotten her real hot because by the end of the song she was asking me to take her any way I wanted."
"So?" Evian pries.
"So, I did."
"You did what?" Julian plasters a smile across his face.
"I took her anyway I wanted all night and some of the morning. By midnight I was whispering 'I love you' in her ear and I swear by two in the morning I was seriously thinking of proposing to her instead of telling her I had to leave her because I was gay. The morning after she had to get to school because she was still only a freshman and they still had school for a little while longer. She gave her dad some bullshit excuse about sleeping over a friend’s house and she stole my clothes the morning after. I think I still have her hairs on my shirt from that day, but she came back right after school with her toothbrush and we laid together again. I don't think I even had the space for her toothbrush, but that day I let her stay. When she finally left I called her when she got home and we fell asleep to the sound of each other breathing. The day after that I told her, but I seriously can't remember how I lived life before those days...how I lived life before her name at all." Ian is cut off by the shrill tone of the phone.
Julian is the only brother who can manage the function to talk and speak. "I'll get it." He walks to the wall phone in the kitchen and silences the disturbance. "Hello? Yeah. Who's this? What?" Evian and Ian both turn to Julian at the same time. "What happened? Well, where is she? Okay. Okay. Yeah, of course. We'll be there soon." Julian hangs up the phone and turns to his brothers. "That was the hospital. It's Christina. She's hurt really badly. She's at the emergency room and she has Ian down as her next of kin and me and Evian down right after that, but I can't figure why-."
"I told her to...when she turned sixteen I had her emancipate from her step-dad make me her legal guardian in case anything serious...I put you guys on there too in case I wasn't around...What happened?" Ian says hurriedly.
"They don't know yet, but I'd put money on it that it was her asshole father beatin' on her again."
"We have to go..." Ian stands up and walks out of the kitchen with Evian close behind.
"Wait up!" Julian drops his spoon and rushes after his two brothers.

"You're going to have to give us a statement on what happened, miss, before we can let you go." The police officer in front of her face says sternly.
Christina turns her head and grasps her sprained wrist. "I fell." The cool hospital pillow presses against her cheek giving her a slight flushed look. "I fell down the stairs. That's all."
"The 9-1-1 operator claims she heard a girl crying-."
"She didn't."
"Those bruised ribs say different."
"It was nothing."
"Just come to me when you are ready to talk." The officer leaves the room just as Ian is rushing to her bed side.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to get out of here. Can you get me out of here?"
"Yeah...yeah, I can. It's just...I refuse to take you back to your house, so maybe you would want to just move out of your house and into our apartment."
"All of my clothes are at home."
"I'll stop by your house tomorrow and pick them up. I mean if you say yes that is."
Christina slowly sits up from the bed, while clinging to her sides. "My...my...my body hurts."
Ian moves closer to her, not sure at first of what to do. His hand falls somewhere on the bed near her thigh. He can feel her breath on his neck as his body gradually descends closer to her own. "I was worried...scared that-."
"There you are!" Evian walks into the room and Ian immediately steps away from Christina. "Are you okay? Are you dead? Who do I have to kill?"
Christina laughs and stands up the best way she can from the bed. "No. No, everything is fine." Her gaze steers towards the floor.
"You call this fine...this is all my fault..."
Christina looks up at Julian. "I can't believe you came."
"I make fun of ya, but it doesn't mean I like ya any less. You're okay for being attached to a pussy."
"That's really the closet to a compliment I'll get from you isn't it."
"Yep."
"I just wanna go home."
"Home where?" Ian asks. His eyes have also found a spot on the floor that they cannot tear away from.
"At your place."