Chapter Five
? Isla ?
Dominic pushes off the doorframe and strolls lazily around the neat cluster of furniture to come stand beside me. I’m too aware of everything.
Every hum of the refrigerator from down the hall.
Every drag of my own breath leaving my lungs in tattered pants.
Every trickle of cum now running free down my thighs. And there is so much. Clenching isn’t stopping the escape. I thought panties would, but they’re in Nicolas’s pocket. And his seed is in my body alongside Dominic’s.
I struggle, trying to understand my own rationality in this situation.
I know I put up zero fight in both events.
I willingly let them use me as their incubator while begging them to do so.
I don’t know what that says about me or how I’m supposed to go on from here, but I’m standing between them.
A tiny thing at the center of their silent conversation.
They tower over me. This close, I reach their collarbones. My head is tilted as I wait for my punishment.
“What happened to control?” Dominic says, eyebrow raised, peering up into Nicolas’s rigid expression.
“Dom…”
I watch, helplessly drawn as Dominic reaches down Nicolas’s pants and pulls him free. He’s still slick around the head and Dominic works it down the shaft, coating him in my release.
“Your parents are about to come in here. What do you think they would have done if they saw you dumping your load in your sister’s cum-greedy cunt?”
Heat washes up my neck to scorch my face. Part of me almost needs to defend myself against the allegations, but the way Nicolas is breathing, the hard madness in his eyes is so similar to earlier, right before he bent me over, that I clap my mouth shut.
“Did you like it, Nicky?” he’s asking his boyfriend.
“It was a mistake.”
Nicolas’s response hurts. It stabs through my chest even while I know he’s right. It was a mistake. One I allowed to happen twice. I’m the problem here.
I make to sneak away, to leave them in the aftermath of my chaos. Dom fists my skirt with his free hand, pinning me in place.
“Not so fast, little sister.”
He drags me closer. Pulls me until I’m wedged between them.
“Dom, don’t.”
But he’s not listening to Nicolas when releasing my skirt and reaching under, nor does Nicolas move away. Even when his boyfriend’s fingers slip between my lips and find my drenched center.
“Fuck, baby, you filled her up,” he groans the same moment I cry out with the slow push of his fingers inside. “Her walls are soaked.” His head drops forward. His mouth finds the top of my right breast. Hot and wet. “Hold Nicky’s cock, Isla. Jerk it the way you jerked Daddy’s upstairs.”
My hand does without question.
It lets Dominic capture my wrist and guide me back until the hard, throbbing shaft is in my palm.
I close my fingers and Nicolas grunts over my head. The appendage pulses and I tighten my grip.
“That’s my good girl,” Dominic praises, using his newly free hand to drag my top down, spilling my right tit out.
“Look at them, Nicky.” He pulls the other side down.
“Look how fucking perfect they are. How perfect they’ll be filled with milk.
” He palms the left one while rolling the nipples under his thumb and smirks when I choke on a moan.
“Get on your knees, Daddy’s pretty cum whore.
Suck my boyfriend’s cock and jerk him all over your perky tits. ”
I may be lost in the filthy things he’s saying but my gaze flicks to the door. It’s been long enough that the others should be back.
“No one’s coming to save you, Isla,” he taunts, catching me. “They’ve gone to take your piece of shit uncle to the hospital.”
Both Nicolas and I gasp and ask, “What did you do?”
But his answer is to thrust his fingers deeper, sending my head back against Nicolas’s shoulder with a sob.
“Knees!” he growls, and I obey.
I expect Nicolas to stop him. Stop me. The way his hands are bunched into fists makes me think I only have seconds to fall on that stiff cock. I stuff him in my mouth like a child hoarding a cookie. I anchor my nails into his hips as I drag him deep down my throat.
“Fuck!” Nicolas snarls when I hit his base with my lips.
“That’s a good girl,” Dominic drawls, hand stroking my head, my hair. Fisting the strands and guiding me back. “Keep going.”
I feel him kneel down behind me. His hand returns to my pussy. His fingers fill me.
He shushes me when I whine. “Keep sucking, Isla. That’s Daddy’s good girl. Look how much he likes it, baby. Watch his face.”
I lift my eyes to Nicolas’s thunderous expression. His flared nostrils. The hard set of his jaw. The way he’s watching me devour his cock like this is exactly where I belong.
On my knees, throat full.
I take him to the back and moan when he bares his teeth and grabs a clump of my hair.
I’m forced there. Held prisoner while he pumps his hips. Uses my mouth.
My pussy squeezes around Dominic’s fingers and I shudder violently.
“I change my mind,” Dominic pants into my ear. “You’re going to take him in your cunt. In here.” He slaps my mound. “My baby is going to breed his little sister. Pump her full. Get her knocked up with our baby.”
I can’t speak when Nicolas is bucking his hips and hitting the back of my throat with slow, but hard drives. His hands are locked in my hair and Dominic is fingering me too fast. I make a choking sound of warning, but I’m cumming.
And Nicolas makes me take the entire length while I moan and sob, and dig my nails into his skin. He lets my muscles flex and ripple around him, massaging him. While his boyfriend rubs my twitching clit with rapid flicks that have my thighs quivering.
“Please,” I try to beg, but it’s a garbled wheeze as he forces me to cum again.
“You’re dripping,” he mocks in my ear. “All that cum you let us put inside you, Daddy’s filthy cum whore. Did you like being used like a dump?”
Eyes locked with Nicolas, I nod and wrap my tongue around his shaft. His lips tighten.
“Get on your back where you belong. Legs up.” Dominic guides me to the floor of my mom’s living room and opens my legs to my chest. Offering my opening to my stepbrother.
“Just the tip, Nicky. It doesn’t count if it’s just the tip.
It’s not wrong or dirty to breed your little sister’s fertile cunt if it’s just the tip. ”
Nicolas is breathing hard, face a stony mask of such desire I want to beg him to fuck me. To put the whole thing in and use me until I’m drowning in his cum.
But when he drops to his knees, Dominic takes his shiny cock in hand. I watch him stroke it before guiding the fat cap to my center.
“Put him in, Isla. Show him you want this. Want his seed.”
I obey without question and sink him home. I stretch my ring with his cap and watch his face as we both gasp. His arms tremble where they’re pinned to the ground on either side of my head.
“Hold her legs, Nicky.”
He does. He plants his palms on the underside of my thighs and keeps me open while Dominic gets to his feet and rounds behind him.
We hear the rustle of fabric. The hiss of a zipper.
Nicolas’s eyes go wide. “Dom…”
I flinch at the sharp smack, but Nicolas moans and sinks deeper inside me. Almost half. I stutter on his name but it feels so good.
“You know the rules,” Dominic growls.
I hear a wet pop. Nicolas shudders. His cock goes a little deeper.
“Daddy,” Nicolas pants, cheeks flushed.
I seize around him and his eyes find mine. We’re locked in this moment. Trapped as Dominic takes his hips and I see it in Nicolas’s face when he’s penetrated.
His eyes go blurry and roll back. He grunts and bucks back, pulling his cock out an inch.
“This is how it’s supposed to be.” Dominic thrusts. Pushes his boyfriend’s cock deeper in me. “Both my babies pleasing Daddy.”
Another inch.
I know Nicolas feels himself sinking deeper, but he’s not saying anything.
Another thrust.
Deeper.
“Nicky,” I whimper, fingers flying to his shoulders.
His eyes snap to mine. Murderous.
“What did I tell you, Isla?” he rasps as a harder thrust drives him down to more than half and my thighs tremble under his hands. “Shut your mouth.”
But I’m already so stretched around him. He’s practically all the way in and I can’t control the weak, pleading, “Please…”
That seems to be the final straw. The toothpick that broke the camel’s back. Nicolas bares his teeth. Nostrils flare.
He slams down.
He rams his hips forward. Closes the space.
He fills me and swallows my cry with his mouth. With the grinding mash of our lips in a vicious kiss.
“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” he snarls in between biting teeth as he fucks me. As he drives every ounce of frustration into my vagina.
As Dominic cackles and fucks him from behind.
The two driving forces are harder than I’ve ever had before, added to being folded in half. The pressure is painful and I can see him bulging beneath my skin. And I’m cumming. Toes curling. Fingers in his hair as I milk his pounding cock.
And he curses and gathers me tight like he’s not the one responsible for breaking me.
“Bad boy, Nicky. You were only supposed to give her your tip. Not pound her tight hole.” I meet Dominic’s eye from over Nicolas’s shoulder. He smirks. “Can’t blame you. Our sweet little whore is so perfect. Made to get filled and fucked.”
Despite the situation, I feel myself grin up at him and spread my legs wider.
Nicolas is at my breasts, mouth hungry, sucking and biting. His hips slap into mine and I know he’s close.
Dominic seems to know too when he quickens his pumps. “Don’t cum, Nicky,” he fucks him harder. “You’re so deep in our little whore, you will knock your sister’s filthy cunt up.”
Nicolas snarls and rails me. He drives me into the carpet. Burns my shoulder blades and tail bone as he tries to break my vagina.
I reach down and rub my clit and Nicolas watches me. Watches his cock slam in and out of me, dripping.
“Please,” I gasp.
Eyes entirely black jump to my face. His hands grab my throat and he kisses me. Cuts my lip, and he cums with a vicious snarl.
“You dirty fucking whore,” he growls hitting my base and swallowing my scream as I meet every attack and cum with him. “Fucking mine. Mine!”
I’m whimpering and shuddering, and he’s twitching inside me, emptying every drop.
Dominic appears at my side. Falls to his knees. He’s on Nicolas’s cock the second he pulls out of me.
Slick.
Dripping.
A still pulsing slab of semi hard meat layered with me and him, and Dom.
Taking him with expert ease to the back of his throat. He sucks and cleans his boyfriend before turning to me .
I’m already so swollen, so sensitive. I don’t think I can take another round, but it’s not his cock he pushes inside me.
From over my head, he grabs something off the table. I get a flash of green before the textured, glass object glides in.
“Never thought these ugly things would come in handy,” Dom drawls, working my channel with slow strokes of Mom’s pickle figurine. “How does it feel?”
Oddly good.
The cold temperatures combined with the heat Nicolas left behind, it feels nice. Not great. The slender piece isn’t nearly wide or long enough to make me see stars, but when he pulls out and rubs it through my folds, between my lips to work my clit with the hard ribs, that definitely feels good.
Over Dom’s head, Nicolas watches. He stares into my face, his cock semi hard between his fingers. He strokes lazily with every pass the pickle makes going inside me.
“Look at her, Nicky.” He pulls the object free and forces my knees to my chest so both can study my opening. “Fuck, isn’t she perfect?”
My stepbrother’s response is the white knuckled grip he has on his leaking cock. His gray eyes are practically black fixed on where his boyfriend is parting my lips with two fingers and easing the pickle back in with the other.
“I want to do the most depraved and fucked up things to this pussy,” Dom breathes. “I want to torture it until she’s screaming and squirting…”
With a snarl, his mouth fuses over my clit. Sucks hard enough to make me wail and thrash. Fingers caught in his hair.
“I’ve never squirted,” I wheeze, head falling back as the pressure builds in my belly. “I don’t think I can.”
“You will squirt for me, Isla. You’re going to squirt all down your brother’s thick cock while I fuck your ass.”
I try to protest as he works my tender clit and, swollen channel but he pins my legs down and dives deeper. Drives with the pickle as far as he can. My back comes off the carpet. My toes curl around his ears. I’m sure he hears them cracking.
“Fucking love this pussy,” he growls, right before tossing the pickle aside and forcing his tongue in its place.
“Dom!”
His dark eyes shoot up to my face, tongue still lapping.
“Try again.”
Panting, I wheeze, “Daddy.”
His fingers thrust in and curl against my upper wall.
“You know what Daddy wants.”
I do. Even as my gaze springs up to the other man. Nicolas meets my eyes and watches as I cum in Dominic’s mouth.
Finished with me, he sits back on his haunches. Both say nothing, but study me still on the floor, still exposed and open while they’re fully dressed.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Dominic asks, gently smoothing my top up over my breasts, but leaving my skirt bunched around my hips.
I’m feeling amazing.
I’m feeling better than I have in... ever.
The euphoric and delicious bliss is a warm balm soothing everything broken in me. I want to clasp it to my chest and hoard it, knowing I won’t ever feel it again.
But Nicolas is looking at me like I killed his kitten, and I don’t know how to answer.
So, I scoot back a foot and pull myself upright. My skirt falls into place and I feel mildly less exposed.
“Going to shower,” I whisper, needing to put space between me and the man sucking the warmth from the moment.
I’m not running.
This is different. I’m giving them space to realize they’d made a mistake. They’ll argue and maybe break up because I got in the middle of their relationship.
I’m the problem.
I’m always the problem.