Chapter 9
Toby
When we've cleaned Molly up, let her rest, and she’s changed into her sweats, we decide it's time to go home. We have her dress and accessories in a bag the Aubergine Affair gave her.
She asks to make a stop at the bathroom.
I nod and point. "Right there. We'll wait."
When the bathroom door closes, I ask Dylan, "Should we get her back to our rental then show her the pictures and tell her?"
Dylan stares, his eyes narrowed, then says, "Not yet. We're showing her how right this is. Give it time. Rip the bandage, and it could unravel."
I glance at the closed bathroom door. "I can't believe how well this is working."
He pats my shoulder. "She said it herself. She put her faith in the magic of the auction… it led her to us. We play out a few of her fantasies, show that we're committed, and maybe we start talking about memories… ease our way in."
"Agreed, we should be gentle with the actual reveal." It's rare that I don't know the best strategy, but I defer to Dylan's approach. I respect his innate sense of how to handle tricky situations. "We covered a couple of her diary entries already, what next?"
"Somnophilia. She wrote about it over and over. Her climbing into bed with us and vice versa. We can make it real tonight." Dylan rubs his neck. "Real sleep, not pretend. Let her get into deep sleep then give her the best dream ever."
The door swings open. Molly emerges, her cheeks pink. "Time to take me home to meet your parents."
Dylan and I stiffen. His reaction betrays how cool he's been acting about our secret.
"I'm joking." Her eyes dart between the two of us.
Not wanting to risk having to reveal our true relationship here, I carry her to the car. "Why don't you clear out the back seat, Dylan." I hand the car keys to him. "Throw everything in the trunk."
I allow him to rush ahead. Can't risk Molly seeing anything in the box.
I hop in the back seat with Molly, and Dylan starts the car and pulls up the map.
She studies the map. Does she find it odd that we need a map to our house? We haven't told her we're not from here yet. It's easy enough to explain away… the sex club is a new location in the dark, why not use a map?
Cupping her chin, I pull her in for a kiss. "Are you okay with everything so far?"
"Never been better." She snuggles into my side.
Wrapping my arm around her, I say, "Get some rest."
She nods off, and when we get to the house, I sweep her into my arms again, carrying her inside.
She giggles groggily, head lolling against my shoulder. "Carrying me over the threshold? Does this make us official?"
"I'd say what we did at the club made us official. Please tell me your amnesia didn't wipe that from your memory."
She traces my jawline. "I can make new memories just fine. It's everything before three months ago that's problematic."
I carry her into the living room and set her on her feet.
She kicks her tennis shoes off and spins slowly, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the minimalist decor marred only by the Christmas tree that's covered in white lights. "Can I look around?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. Her sock-clad feet pad across the polished wood floors. "Love these ceilings. How tall's that tree? Ten feet?"
"Twelve, and there's another in the second living area."
"You two show up at the auction in t-shirts—not that I'm complaining, but I didn't expect this… You must have hired an interior designer."
I exchange a glance with Dylan who nods. I explain, "This isn't our place."
Her brows knit then awareness eases her features. "Came for the auction?"
Dylan has a response ready. "Came for work. Found out about the auction today."
He could have stuck closer to the truth. Now we have to come up with a work event.
"Work? Why not say that up front?" She wanders into the kitchen.
He shrugs, hands in pockets. "I can't think straight when I'm near you."
She pivots, leaning against the kitchen island. A black iron frame supports hanging copper pots overhead. "What do you do? For work? You work together?"
Dylan closes the distance, bracing his palms on the counter, caging her. His bulk dwarfs the space. "You don't really want to talk about work when we could…"
He hoists her onto the counter, his hands coming to rest on her thighs.
She tilts her head up, her chin brushing his shirt. "Actually, let's talk about food. What do you have?"
"Not much, what do you recommend for takeout? What's open?"
"There's a twenty-four-hour burger place, pizza, or Chinese."
"Which is your favorite?" I ask.
"Chinese."
In seconds, she has us reading menus and states her preference. "General Tso's chicken and Crab Rangoon for me."
My chest tightens. Same as always. Nikki's order, etched in memory. But she's Molly now. We finish out the order and select delivery.
"As much as I want more… I could use some rest. How about a movie?"
We move to the living room and streaming apps flicker on the massive television screen.
I scroll, my heart thudding when Scrooge appears on the screen.
It was her favorite, ghosts and fresh starts.
It's a simple thing to see if her memory sparks.
A mash up of my desire to reveal the truth and playing it out slower.
Chancing Dylan's ire, I say, "How about Scrooge? The guy gets a do-over."
"Does he have amnesia?"
"No, but he has to face his missteps." I look at Dylan, making sure he gets my point.
"Let's give it a try, but first, do you have a shirt or something I could change into?"
I get a t-shirt for her and when I offer sweatpants, she declines.
"The shirt is fine. Unless you require pants for dinner."
We all laugh, and I suspect she doesn't fully understand why. One time when Dylan showed up for a meal without a shirt, Mom had a fit. Being a smartass, he agreed to wear a shirt but came back to the table without pants. Mom wasn't humored.
Nikki and I were.
Mom sent all of us to eat outside.
Back in the living room, Nikki drags three adult-size beanbags from the corner, forming a nest in the middle of the living room floor. We sink in awkwardly but it works. Her head finds my shoulder. Dylan gets her lower half.
It's like the good old times when she was a kid and liked it when her big brothers watched movies with her. It wasn't our choice as much as our parents demanding bonding time.
Man, things have changed.
I'm about to start the movie when my brother says, "There's something I'm curious to know if you'd like."
"I have a limited set of answers, but I'll try."
"It's about sex."
"Okay…" She draws the word out. "Even more limited."
I'm worried he's going to jump right in so I intervene. "Do you have any desires… anything you'd like to try? No judgement here, we'll try anything that makes you happy."
She scrunches her lips and shakes her head. "Life's been too… I don't know how to explain it."
He says, "Losing your memory, your identity, can't be easy."
"At first all I wanted was to get my memory back, but I quickly realized that when I saw myself as… a void, everyone took pity on me. It may not have exactly been a memory, but I knew I wasn't someone to wallow in pity."
I love that she's opening up to us and I appreciate that she still has the same fire. "Signing up for the auction makes that pretty clear. You know what you want."
"The woman who owned the shelter I went to for a week helped me get a job here so I used that as my path forward. Don't get me wrong. I still hoped to get my memories back, but being responsible for myself was an important step."
We wrap her in a hug. Through all of her strength, I still sense her vulnerability. The best way to handle this is to support her, which is exactly what we plan to do.
She wiggles between us. "So, how about dinner, a movie, and some more fun?"
"It's late. You sure you don't need some sleep?" Toby asks.
She grimaces. "It's possible I won't make it through the movie."
"Would you rather we wake you up, or let you sleep through the night?"
I see where Dylan's going with this. Well done, brother.
"I wouldn't mind if you woke me up, as long as you do it nicely."
Does she remember the somnophilia kink? Is it nestled deeply inside her brain? I grasp the opportunity. "Would nice include waking up to one or both of us giving you an orgasm?"
A huge smile takes over her face. "Waking from a dream into a dream… that's a yes."
Her answer was so simple compared to the extensive diary entries she made about it. Maybe she doesn't remember. But at least she agreed.
A knock echoes through the room.
Dylan greets the delivery guy and takes the food to the kitchen.
She follows him and we're sorting containers. "Wait, can we do a picnic? Inside? I just got a flash of a memory of sitting on the floor eating while watching movies with my family."
I nod, unable to speak at how correct her memory is. If the family members develop faces or names, this evening will take a serious turn. As hard as it might be, it's for the best. I don't want her to go the rest of her life without memories of her childhood.
She catches my hesitation. "What?"
I set my carton down. "I love you. We're meant to be together. I realize you might need time to process that. There's no pressure for you to say it back. I just wanted you to know."
She pulls the wooden chopsticks from their wrapper. "I feel like I'm fated to be with both of you also. It's a new feeling… maybe that's love?"
Dylan's hand hovers over the egg roll he was about to pick up when I dropped the bomb. "We're here for you… Molly. You can trust us."
Molly shakes us from the heaviness and prompts us to lay a blanket down and eat picnic style while watching Scrooge. When we’re finished, we curl up in beanbag chairs and she's out before the movie ends.
He and I carefully slide away. The shirt I gave her rode up, catching on the underside of her tits, exposing her belly and her black bush.
"How about this playlist?" Dylan says quietly while starting music from his phone.
"Perfect. What's it called?"
"It's a BookTok inspired playlist. Pretty hot."
"Time to wake our Snow White." I strip and Toby does the same.
"Hang on a second." He turns off the TV, leaving the white lights of the Christmas tree to illuminate our pale princess. Half in darkness, half in light, her outer world mirrors her inner.
She's out cold, sprawled on the beanbag chair. I lift one of her hands. It's dead weight. I kiss her fingertip, then Dylan takes it from me and does the same.
"Time to make our princess's fantasy come true," he whispers and nods for me to do the honors.
I almost feel bad about waking her if she's this tired, but we can sleep all day, take rests between making love. She'll need it even if she won't admit it.
Kissing my way up her thigh, I stay attuned for the slightest movement, torn between wanting her to stay asleep until I'm inside of her and wanting her to wake up and wrap her body around mine.
Knowing that I'm making her fantasy come true, I keep my kisses light, lessening the chance she'll rouse.
When my lips graze her sweet pussy, I hold my position and breathe in her sugary scent. My cock aches. There will be time later to make slow, sweet love to her.
Her diary entries were all about waking on the verge of orgasm, but instead of it fading with the dream, she gets to live the dream and come undone on a huge cock while drifting in a combined dream space and orgasmic euphoria.
She sold me on the idea.
I crawl on top of the beanbag—not the easiest task. The tip of my cock brushes her slit. My pre-cum mingles with her juices. Easing myself back and forth over her clit, I hope it's the right call, building that orgasm before entering her—cause that's sure to wake her up.
I've denied my desires for so long. To love her. To cherish her. To swell her belly.
Will she regret trusting the auction? Will my mother ever forgive me—us, because Dylan's all-in too? I shove the thoughts from my mind. Deep down, I know we're giving her what she wants.
Things she was afraid to admit. I get it. I was afraid too. If not for her diary, Dylan and I wouldn't know we shared this love for her, and that she craved it.
He wraps her fingers around his erection. I smile and nod, then push the slightest bit to part her pussy lips.
She stirs faintly but sleeps hard as ever, her breaths slow and steady.
Remembering that the tip was the hardest part for her to take, I make one swift movement to bury myself deep. Her heat envelops me, tight and more like home than I've ever experienced. Her walls flutter, adding pressure that risks my grip on restraint.
Stroking back and forth, I alternate my gaze between her sleep-ridden face and watching Dylan match how he moves her hand on his cock.
Another wiggle. I dart my gaze back to her. She moans, her eyes flutter open, and my brother groans. "We’re all yours."
Her free hand grips my back, holding me closer while I rut into her. The goddam beanbag chair thwarts my control as it continually shifts.
I glance at Toby, who comes undone and sprays her with cum, while looking like he hates that he came before she did.
"I'm about to—" Her statement turns into moans that instantly hit fever pitch. Her pussy tightens around me, stealing my last shred of control.
I pump relentlessly, driving her orgasm with my own. Her eyes are closed again, her bright-red lips parting, her breaths gasping as I fill her with my seed.
Pistoning slower, I ease her through the longest ever orgasm. Her cunt tightens around me with each movement until we're both spent.
A tap on my shoulder draws my attention to Dylan. "I need you, Molly. You okay with one more?"
Her eyes open, the lights from the tree adding a special glint that intensifies the effect of her smile.
"I need you, too."
Sated, I pull out, kneeling at her side. Dylan takes my place, entering her with a groan.
I watch their bodies move together—the feral actions we denied for so long. Her moans change as her expressions shifts from content to hungry to surrender.
He growls with his release. Not a surprise he was so fast, but I can't believe how ready she stays for orgasms.
He pulls out and rolls beside her. I position myself against her other side. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than at my little stepsister’s side. We can finally protect her. Show her the life we want to give her.
Dylan whispers into her ear, "Sleep tight, Nikita."
His eyes are closed, peaceful.
Fear races through me. Does he realize what he just said? We agreed not to spring this on her.
Molly snuggles into me. Maybe she didn't hear.
But I did. There's no chance I can sleep now.