Chapter Eighteen
? Isla ?
The torture is perfect.
The constant arousal followed by multiple orgasms is the best Christmas wish come true.
And it’s not a mindless orgy of fucking.
It’s Nick pulling me into his lap at the table and fingering me while feeding me eggs.
It’s Dom putting me on the counter and eating my pussy while Nick stands at the stove.
It’s Nick lazily jerking Dom off while Dom is doing the dishes.
It’s Dom and me sucking Nick’s stiff cock in pumps of three to see whose mouth he cums in. Dom wins. But I get to swallow the hot jizz when he tells me to open my mouth and he spits it in.
The entire morning is perfect. And it leads to a cozy afternoon with me cuddled in Nick’s arms while we play a dangerous game of cards with no directions or rules and still, somehow, I keep losing.
But Nick’s idea of punishment is to rub my clit and I’m fine with it.
“That’s another loss, baby.” Dom clicks his tongue, and I have to laugh because I don’t even know what game we’re playing.
But he’s crawling across the carpet and Nick is opening my legs.
None of us are fully dressed, but I have Dom’s T-shirt on and the hem is yanked up over my breasts.
“No cumming,” Nick threatens. “That’s the punishment.”
I’m already bucking under the tongue Dom pulls through my folds.
“That’s... that’s not fair…”
Five fingers close around my throat, and my head is forced back. My lips are caught in Nick’s.
The front door flies open.
Not gently, but with the vengeful crash of a tornado. It ricochets off the back wall and nearly claps shut straight in my mother’s thunderous face.
Nick yanks my top down, moving faster than my brain can process.
“Isla!”
I scramble to my feet. Heart a frantic mess in my chest.
“Mom, I…”
She stares at me like I single handedly betrayed her. Like she caught me red-handed robbing her. She’s so frozen, Walker has to nudge her to move out of his way so he can haul the trays in.
“What’s the hold up?” he mutters. “I’m old. My arms are weak.”
Nick hurries to take the foil pans from him.
“You’re early,” he states, taking the food to the kitchen.
Walker grunts, already shuffling in the direction of the sofa. “Macie had us up all night packing the car and then up at the crack of dawn to get here. You’d think we were on the run the way she was barking orders.”
On the porch, the thump and scrape of Jacob’s crutch breaks the awkward tension.
“Why are we standing in the doorway,” he grumbles. “That drive was murder on my leg.”
Mom remains frozen, backed against the door as Walker and Jacob trudge in, grumbling about the drive.
“Isla, come help me with the food.”
I would rather mash my hands in a meat grinder, but I know refusing would only make it worse.
“I’ll help.” Dom steps in front of me.
Mom’s eyes only narrow to slits. “I’d rather—”
“You get me,” Dom insists, already across the room. “Show me what you need.”
While grateful, my stomach tightens at the misery his meddling will cause. Facing Mom full on, accepting my punishment quietly is always the best way to handle her. Letting Dom take my place is going to have her seething.
But there’s nothing I can do to stop them when Mom reluctantly follows Dom out onto the porch. Walker and Jacob are already lumps on the sofa. Jacob with his plastered leg perched on the coffee table.
The gentle drift of fingers along the curve of my spine has my head tipping back to find Nick watching me.
“Okay?”
I nibble anxiously on my bottom lip. “I should talk to—”
“No.”
His abrupt, sharp response gives me a start.
“She’s my—”
His fingers close gently but firmly on my elbow and I’m guided into the bedroom. The door is closed and I’m lifted and tossed on the bed.
“Nick—”
He climbs over me, forcing my thighs wide around his hips. His hands shove his sweats down and he penetrates me without warning. The steady, uninterrupted invasion arches my spine as I take him.
“Nick!”
“Shhh,” he whispers, grabbing my wrists and forcing my arms up over my head. “You’re not talking to her. You’re not going to be alone with her.” He moves in and out with slow, even pumps. “If she gets you alone, you will walk away and come find us.”
“That’s... that’s crazy,” I pant, heels digging into the mattress, anchoring to lift my ass to meet him. “She’s my mom. She’ll be upset…”
“Don’t give a shit. You’re our baby. It’s our job to protect you.”
He yanks free. His hold drops away and I’m grabbed and flipped over onto my stomach. My face is pressed into the mattress. My ass lifted.
I’m filled over again with the same slow push and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Do you understand, Isla?”
I don’t.
I think this is a terrible idea.
I think their attempts will only make things worse.
“Isla.”
I shake my head. “It will start a fight.”
He hits my base and I feel the hot rush of his release.
“Then we’ll fight. Don’t move.”
He slips free and I’m left there, ass up, knees wide. The cool chill in the room brushes my soaked opening. I hear rifling. Zippers being opened and shut. A second later, the heavy weight of his hand drops on my lower back.
Something cold and smooth nudges my opening. I barely have time to register when I’m stuffed on a plug.
“What…?”
“Dom and I have a very unique, high sex drive. Some nights, we have to force ourselves to stop fucking. It seems worse now that we know what a whore you are who can’t keep her legs closed.
We’re curious to see how many times we can dump inside your greedy cunt before your belly swells.
Can’t do that if you’re leaking all over the place. ”
How did I get from arguing about my mom to getting dumped in and corked? I definitely should be saying something, not fisting around the piece of silicone.
“Do that again.”
Not sure what I did, I try to look over my shoulder, but he’s staring with rabid attention at my opening.
“Squeeze,” he clarifies.
I do and he groans. His fingers pinch the flared base and he pulls it out before pushing it back in. Then out again.
My ass shamelessly follows his hand, eager for every drive in. Clenching my muscles every time.
The plug vanishes again and he’s back inside me. Hard.
“Squeeze,” he barks. “I want to feel it on my cock.”
I do and hold with all my might. Nick moans and fills me with hard, punishing pumps that drive my face against the sheets. My top rides up to bunch around my neck, baring my breasts. The sore and tender peaks rub across the cotton.
Instinctively, my knees spread wider. Practically splitting me in half. The position sends him deeper to a place that has him snarling through his teeth.
“Fuck, every night before bed, I want you waiting like this. Pussy open and available for use.” His fingers snake around and find my clit. He rubs and I flutter and flex. “Cum, Isla. Milk me like the breeding whore you are.”
God, I shouldn’t love that as much as I do. Shouldn’t melt at their filthy degradation. But I’m a sobbing mess gripping him as I cum.
Nick follows with a satisfied grunt. He pulls free and the cork returns.
“Stay just like this for Daddy to take his turn. Then I will. Then he will again. All night. And you will take it like the cum-greedy slut my little sister is.”
His voice falters on sister, and I hide my grin in the mattress. That might be something we both need to get used to. Dom calling me little sister is one thing, but Nick... the way the word dropped, I don’t think he’ll be using it again, and something about that is hilarious to my foggy head.
Behind me, I hear him pulling his clothes back together. The awkwardness still heavy in the air.
“Do you like it?” I ask without looking at him, figuring I’ll get a less embarrassed answer. “Knowing you’re breeding your little sister?”
I hear the abrupt silence.
The absolute stillness that follows.
I have to bite my lip to keep the grin from my voice.
“I like it,” I admit. “Like knowing my big brother wants to put a baby in me.”
I probably should have braced. Though, I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the release of the plug and his dick slamming into me with enough force to rip a choked scream from me that I mash into the mattress.
I’m driven down into the mattress, into a split I never knew I could do as he cuts off my air with his palm and fucks me so hard tears run down my face.
“Shut your mouth,” he snarls into my ear with every brutal pump. “You fucking asked for this.”
I did.
Deep down, this is exactly what I wanted because I cum with an explosion of sound and lights. I cum with him calling me a filthy cum whore.
He forces his fingers between my legs and rubs. Attacking my clit and pinning me down so I can’t move or scream. I’m helpless as he snickers coldly in my ear and uses me to get off.
“Three loads,” he taunts as he empties into my seizing body. “Plus all the ones from this morning. You’re really living up to your name, cum whore. Don’t move.”
Gasping and weak, I can only lie prone across the soaked sheets as he corks me and leaves.
I obediently stay in place. My abused channel pangs and grips the plug threatening to slide out with all the extra lubrication.
I’m so exhausted, I can’t find the energy to adjust the wide spread of my thighs.
I simply lie still and wait, with my top bunched up around my armpits and my cheek pressed into the mattress.
Even when the door clicks lightly and I feel the shift of someone coming into the room, I remain immobilized.
“Fuck, baby, what did your brother do to you?”
I don’t speak, nor does he seem to need an answer when I feel him step up behind me. But a whimper escapes with the extraction of the plug. The mattress dips and shifts beneath me and I know he’s ready to take his turn.
“Dom…”
He glides in through all the mess, filling and stretching my walls. His chest flattens against my back and he turns his face into my ear.
“Everyone knows what you’re letting us do to you in here.” His pumps never quicken. Never slow. They maintain their unhurried drives. “We could hear you taking your brother’s cock.”
I don’t know if that’s true or not, but the thought is fleeting and immediately forgotten with the dramatic angling of his hips. The downward tilt. His head snaps against that magical button and I gasp. My hips jerk. Lift to meet him. To urge him to do it again.
“None of that.” His weight settles on my back, pinning me.
“You’re only here to get used, my pretty whore.
You’re nothing but a doll. Our little plaything.
” Still, he keeps driving against that spot and adds his fingers to my slippery clit, making it impossible to stop the betrayal of my body.
“How many times did you let your brother fill you?”
Toes curling, thigh muscles tensing, I fist the sheets and twist my eyes shut tight as the first wave hits me.
“Three…” I croak.
“I guess I have some catching up to do.” He rolls his fingers faster. “You’ll have to wear a skirt tonight, Isla. And your plug. Daddy has a bet to win.”
“Bet,” I squeak as I shudder and reach the peak.
“Nick and I have a wager to see how many times we can fill you before the weight of our jizz pops the cork out, or your belly gets so round, you get asked if you’re pregnant and you have to explain that, no, it’s all just cum you keep letting us put in you.”
“Oh God…”
With a whining sob, I come apart. My core seizes and sucks at the cock lodged firmly in place. Even when he finishes and adds to the amount, I continue to hold him greedily inside me.
“Four.” He pulls out and stuffs me down on the plug. “Clench, baby. It needs to keep you full. Otherwise, we start over.”
I’m ready for sleep.
I’m ready to crawl to the pillows and fall face first.
But without them messing with my head, I’m aware that I have been gone a really long time and Mom would have noticed. She would also notice that the boys keep disappearing into the bedroom. She’s no doubt fuming, waiting for the second she can pull me into a corner.
Gingerly, I struggle onto my hands and knees. My thighs shudder and protest as my joints are forced back to their usual positions. I know without a doubt that I will feel everything in the morning and wish they’d let me stretch. But that’s the least of my problems.
“I have to talk to Mom,” I mumble, mainly to myself.
“No.” Gentle hands take my arms and guide me carefully over the edge of the bed. They remain in place once I’m properly on my feet. “You will go nowhere near her.”
I blow out a breath and fix him with the full weight of my impatience. “That isn’t how this works, Dom. She’s my mother. I can’t ignore her—”
“She can still be your mother and you can still be civil, though, my vote is for uncivil. But you will not go anywhere with her alone.”
I force a chuckle I don’t feel. “She’s not going to beat me.”
His big, warm hands cradle my cheeks. “That’s the only reason I haven’t put a hit on her. Joking... kind of,” he adds quickly when I frown up at him. “Point is, there are other ways to hurt someone that aren’t physical. Our job is to protect you—”
“That’s what Nick said,” I grumble.
“And he’s right. You are our responsibility. That means, we keep you safe from all harm. Verbal, physical, or mental. We’re not asking you to cut her off, though, you should,” he adds when I open my mouth. “We’re asking you to not be with her alone. That’s all. Can you please do that for us?”
He’s... they’re being ridiculous. But I have a feeling they’re not going to back down and the longer we stand here arguing, the more anxious I’m becoming.
“Okay.”
He leans in and kisses me softly. “Thank you. Now, get dressed and come out.” He turns in the direction of the door. Pauses. Glances back. “No panties. It will just make things harder.”
With a smirk that has me biting the inside of my cheek to battle back my own, I watch him slip out into the corridor. The door shuts behind him, but not before I hear the hum and chatter of way too many voices.