18
Breakfast is an awkward endeavor that takes so long to end, I’m actually grateful when I find myself in the kitchen doing the dishes. The boys are on the couch muttering between themselves, and while I know that spells trouble for me, I don’t think I really care.
They don’t keep me waiting long. They cage me in the kitchen and start closing the distance the moment I finish drying off. “Breakfast was good,” Asher compliments.
Manson echoes, “Very good,” and I think I feel all the heat in my body head south.
Shit.
“Thanks. Happy to serve.” Not.
“Sure you are,” my infuriating green eyed captor replies. “I hear Manson didn’t get any love this morning though... I thought he was your favorite.”
There’s hardly any distance between us now, not that I think distance would save me. “Is that what this is about? You want me to blow him? I gotta warn you, I’m in a bitey mood.”
“Don’t threaten him with a good time,” he jokes, reaching over to stroke Manson through his pants. “We decided to take the day off today.”
I try not to squirm as I watch him. “You don’t need to take the day off, I’ll be fine here on my own.”
“We know,” Manson responds, rolling into Asher’s hand. “You want to watch your step-brother suck me off?”
No. Yes.
Fuck yes.
My eyes drop and I know my expression is giving me away, but I don’t care. I’ve never seen Asher do anything so... vulnerable before. “Why would I care about that?”
Manson reaches out to slowly remove my shirt so he can tweak my nipple. “Why would anyone care about watching anything sexual, pet? Because it’s hot. Are you saying you don’t agree?”
Oh, I fucking agree. I agree so much it’s a miracle I’m not begging for it.
But I know what they’re doing, and I won’t make it easy. “I’m not saying anything. Are you going to let me touch myself?”
“No,” Asher cuts in quickly. “Leave that for us. No more coming without us.”
“I mean, she can touch without coming, right?”
Ash meets his eyes and I already know he’s about to deny him. “You believe we can trust her to do that yet?”
Manson looks at me and shakes his head. “No way.”
I can’t argue. I wouldn’t stop even if they were shocking me. “How long, Asher?”
“How long what?” His hand slips inside of Manson’s boxers to grip it.
“How long until I can come without you again?”
“Why do you want to?” he challenges, his other hand searching his pockets for something that isn’t there, and when their eyes meet I know he’s looking for the remote. Luckily for me, he moves on. “Don’t you like when we make you come?”
“Sure I do, but I do it better,” I say with a shrug. “I’m just asking how long.”
My response wasn’t the right one. “Forever then.”
Whatever. I’m not surprised and I don’t care anyway because it’s not enforceable long term. They can’t have eyes on me every second of every day, and I can also be a lot more subtle about it than they can. “Okay. Thanks for clearing that up.”
Manson whimpers as Asher’s grip tightens. “Alright, yeah, great. That’s settled. Are you fuckers gonna leave me hanging again?”
“Of course not.” He turns into Manson and whispers “come with me” into his ear, then tugs him along by his cock. “Follow us, pet.”
Huffing, I finish drying my hands and side-eye my shirt, knowing it’s futile to put it back on. Thankfully, Asher only drags us to the couch.
Manson looks like a mess as Ash shoves him back onto it, and the way he looks when he kneels has my traitorous knees clenching together. “Kneel next to me, Rhea.”
I’d argue, but I’m not missing a front row seat to this. I move almost too quickly and bump shoulders with him on my way down.
Finally something I did makes him smile.
Ash reaches forward to pull Manson out, stroking him leisurely as they stare into each other’s eyes. “You want my mouth, Manson? How long has it been since I really sucked you off?”
“Too fucking long. Do it, c’mon.” His hips cant up in search of Asher’s mouth as his lips part, and I swear I’ve never seen him look more beautiful. It’s almost bittersweet.
With the cockiest smirk I’ve ever seen on him, Ash leans in and flicks his tongue along the head, making me hate how many times I’ve wished he’d do that to my clit. “I’ve got you. I won’t leave you hanging.”
Asher sucks Manson’s cock into his mouth deeply, a synchronized moan leaving both of their lips as jealousy coils in my gut. I’m jealous of both of them. Asher for pleasing Manson better than I can, and Manson because Asher really seems to care about him.
But for once, the negative emotions are second. Watching Manson fall apart as Asher does something selfless is mesmerizing and hotter than hell, and when I peek down at Asher’s sweats I see that pleasing Manson has him just as hard.
He pulls off like the tease he is, grinning up at his best friend before diving back in and I swear the devil takes over me.
Without thinking about the consequences, I reach over and grip Asher’s hair, holding his head down. “Do you swallow, big brother? Just like me?”
“Holy fuck!” Manson releases a deep guttural groan. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
The angrily growl Asher releases has me nearly relenting, but for once he puts someone else’s needs above his own. He doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking his best friend just like he begged, but I feel his left hand reach over to grab my pussy so hard I gasp.
I guess I deserve that.
Grinning, I tug his hair a little harder and bob his head, grinding on his hand.
The bastard cages my clit between his fingers and squeezes hard, too hard to actually feel good. It’s just frustrating enough that I let him up to breathe, but the second his lips leave Manson’s cock, I lean down to suck him in myself.
As expected, Ash shoves me down by the base of my neck and pins me there. “Is our little slut getting jealous?”
Ash starts to move my head exactly how Manson loves, fist tangled in my hair, and I can hear and feel how close this is making him. “God, this is so fucking hot. You’re both so hot.”
His cock throbs just before I’m finally allowed to pull off and breathe, but Asher moves my face toward Manson’s balls and sucks him back in himself. The stimulation has Manson twitching and whimpering until I feel his balls tighten on my tongue, and when I slide it up his shaft near Asher’s mouth I feel it throb as he starts to come.
Asher moans the second his flavor hits his tongue, sucking all of it straight from the source, and when he’s spent he grabs me by the throat and spits some of it into my mouth.
Just to piss him off a little, I coat my fingers in it before swallowing the rest and slide them inside my pussy. I don’t move them more than necessary to finger the cum inside me so I don’t break my newest rule, but the look on his face is worth it.
I watch him swallow what remains on his tongue, his grip tightening around my throat, and for a brief second I swear he’s about to kiss me. It’d be so angry, so possessive, and vicious the thought nearly drives me wild. “You like having cum in your pussy, pet?”
“Yes,” I say honestly. “I want more.”
That makes him smirk, his body prowling forward until I’m flat on my back and he’s looming over me. Manson moves in to help get me out of my pants, his eyes wide and eager with anticipation as my step-brother pulls out his cock and begins stroking it. “My cum?”
Fuck. I don’t want to say yes because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s true. He’s got me so twisted that I only feel normal when he’s inside me. “Yes, Asher. Yours.”
I know the truth of it is written all over my face, in the way my eyebrows curl up and my eyes turn desperate. Whatever he sees there has him leaning in to push himself inside of me, gripping my wrists to slam my arms above my head.
I’m so glad they haven’t cuffed me again yet. “Fuck,” I gasp, finally getting a little relief after dying all morning. “You’re so big, Ash.”
“Am I?” He snaps harder with a cocky grin he doesn’t deserve. Or fine, maybe he does. “Maybe you just have a tiny pussy.”
I won’t argue with him, not when he seems to have forgotten why he was denying me. I need this. “No, it’s you. You make me feel so full.”
He moans, rolling and snapping his hips in a rhythm I can’t seem to catch. “You love being full. Tell me how much you love the pain.”
"I—” screw it. Why hide it? Why pretend I don’t? “It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive. I need it.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his thrusts speeding up brutally, and then he leans in and mumbles something incoherently against my neck.
“We feel it too,” Manson admits from behind him. “Don’t even want to go a day without it, huh, Ash?”
To my surprise, he nods in agreement still hiding his face, and this time, he’s the one stopping me from wrapping my arms around him instead of cuffs. God damnit, why does he make this so impersonal? “So do it. Hurt me,” I rush out, clenching around him as I get closer to the edge.
Ash pulls out of me before I can get there, spinning me around so I’m on all fours, and then he’s slamming back inside. “You want pain, girl?”
He spits down on my ass and then shoves his thumb inside of me, shocking me to the point where my orgasm completely recedes.
My heart thunders loudly, painfully as I realize what’s about to happen. This is how he wins. This is how he stays ahead. He’ll take the last thing I have to give and leave me wrecked and strung out, twitching and desperate for an orgasm he may never let me have.
He’ll always be one step ahead of me.
Manson rushes away down the hall, returning a few seconds later with a bottle I know is lube.
At least he doesn’t plan on ripping me.
I feel it drip down onto my ass before he begins moving his thumb, hooking it so he can begin fucking me again.
“Oh god,” I whimper, realizing I wasn’t full at all before this. But he’s back where I want him, deep in my pussy, and I know what I have to do. He wants submission, so that’s what he’ll get. “Am I allowed to come, Asher? Please?”
“Not yet, Rhea. You’re almost there... doing so fucking good for us this time.”
He stretches my ass even more, and I sink into the feeling. I don’t care if he lets me come. I don’t care if he hates me, loves me, punishes me, praises me. The only thing I have to hold onto is the moment we’re in, and right now, this feels fucking amazing.
So I take it.
After a few moments Ash pulls himself out and lines up with my ass, slowly sinking inside with a groan I’ve never heard him make before. The second he’s bottomed out, he grips my hair and pulls me flush with his body, his heavy breaths ghosting along my skin as he allows me to adjust. “How full are you now, pet?”
I know what he wants — but I also know what I want.
“My pussy feels empty,” I whimper, turning my face toward his. “I need you both.”
Ash chuckles darkly against my shoulder. “Manson... you think she can handle that?”
“She took us both in her pussy, so why not?” he rasps, moving closer. “Since when have we cared what she can handle anyway?”
I can’t see his face, but I know it’s menacing. “Just checking in with you, softy. Get down here so she can straddle you.”
Butterflies explode in my stomach as Manson moves, laying flat and sliding his legs between mine. I was asleep when they took me together the first time, unable to register or remember the pain. This time, I’m wide awake, still dealing with bruises and the after effects of being bred almost twenty times in a row.
This is almost certainly going to be more than I can take, but who am I to argue when Manson’s looking at me like that?
His eyes are darker than normal and wild with lust as I adjust my position to straddle him fully.
“Good boy,” Ash teases, earning himself a pinch on the thigh from his best friend, and the way he jerks away makes me gasp. Ash buries himself deep again, lips brushing my shoulders in an almost kiss, and then he’s ordering me around again. “Stroke him. Get him ready to wreck this pussy.”
It’s bold of him to assume I can focus on anything but how much he’s stretching my ass. The lube helps and so did the little bit of prep he did, but Asher’s huge. The only saving grace I have is that he’s the one in my ass, not Manson. With Manson being thicker, I doubt I’d be able to do anything at all but cry.
Wrapping my hand around that thick cock, I try to shift my attention to how it feels as he hardens instead of the intense pressure in my ass. “You like it, Manson?” I ask quietly. “Do you like watching him fuck his little sister’s ass?”
“So fucking much,” he rushes out. “I love watching you two do everything, but this is out of this world, baby. Clench and strangle his cock.”
He’s staring up at us like he’s in love, which is half true, at least. Even though it’s not directed at me, I hold onto the feeling as I rock back and squeeze around Asher’s length.
It has him groaning and curling his fingers into my hips tightly, and when one of his hands slide around to slip inside my pussy I moan. “So wet for us. She’s as ready as she’ll be, bro. Let her hop on.”
Manson reaches out to help me get into a more comfortable position then pushes Asher’s hand out of the way. “Count back from five, Rhea. Take a deep breath between each number.”
“Five,” I mumble, huffing more than anything. He said it himself, they don’t care what I can handle. “Four. Three.”
Manson reaches up to grip my throat, growling, “I said breathe, pet.”
Licking my lips, I inhale as deeply as I can and let it out slowly. “Two.” Once more. “On—”
I don’t get the whole word out before he’s slamming inside of me, knocking the wind right out of me. I fall forward, barely bracing myself before I headbutt him, but the motion causes Asher to slip out.
“Damn, Manson,” he growls, his hand pressing on my lower back to keep me down as he lines up with my ass again, and like the brute he is, he doesn’t tell me to count at all. He just mumbles out a “breathe” a second before he’s pushing himself all the way in and when he bottoms out it hits me like a ton of bricks that both of my captors are sheathed deep inside of my body.
And I’m wide awake.
And I basically fucking asked for it.
Whatever. I’m in control this time, not my disorder. I decide what I say out loud, how I react, how I feel. I’m not at the mercy of my subconscious or anything but my own slutty sex drive.
It’s empowering as hell.
Grinning for reasons they could never understand, I clamp down on both of them and roll my hips. The feeling is insane — too much, too big, too hot — but the way they groan in unison only has me feeling like a goddamn goddess. “Fuck, pet,” Manson groans, reaching up to hold my throat with both of his hands. “Yeah, she’s ready.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Asher immediately starts fucking me hard, pinning me in place to be used by the both of them however they please. It makes me scream.
Every time I think I get used to the way Asher splits my ass in two, he stops and lets Manson take over, keeping me stuffed full. The bastards know my body better than I do at this point because Manson — beautiful traitor that he is — quits moving the second he feels that I’m close to an orgasm.
On and on it goes until I’m limp on Manson’s chest, crying and begging them to let me come.
Asher slaps down on my ass hard, the sensation only pushing me closer to the edge I crave, but just like before, he makes it impossible to catch his rhythm. There’s a moment where I wonder how common it is to die while being speared by two giant cocks, because death might be preferable to the torture they’re causing.
“I’m close,” Ash admits, his breathing going ragged more and more with each thrust. “Fuck, it’s so tight. Come with me, Manson. Let’s breed our little slut together.”
It hits me that they’re not gonna let me join them. I can be as good as I want and they’ll never relent, never put my pleasure above their bullshit need for control.
It makes it easier to handle the savage way they fuck me, the brutal way they chase each other to the finish line.
I feel Manson break first, cock throbbing and pulsing with his release. Asher mutters something broken about being able to feel him as he finally stills too, and I’m in such a state of shock that I don’t do anything but lay there and twitch.
I did this to myself.
“So strong,” Manson praises, his hand sliding along my cheek and jaw gently. “Now our girl is truly stuffed full.”
“She really is. How’s it feel, pet?”
Asher’s hands slide along my stomach softer than he’s ever touched me before, but it still feels like needles on my skin. Though a part of me wants to say something snarky like ‘I’m sure you tried your best,’ a bigger part of me understands that the quickest way to get them off of me is to just play along.
“It’s not just there,” I remind them. “You came in my mouth too.”
“I know,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth nipping the tip before he continues. “And we’re far from done with you today.”
Of course he’s not. Why would he be? Why wouldn’t he continue to add insult to injury, to keep taking even when I have nothing else to give?
I don’t respond. I can’t, not without saying something that will make things worse for me. All I can do for myself right now is hold on.