Chapter 13 #2
"Dirty little stepsisters aren't the only ones who have fantasies." He slaps my ass.
Fuck! I like the way it stings. The way it made my pussy clench.
Then he hoists me over his shoulder, spanks me again, grabs my diary, and carries me to the kitchen.
"You want payment, Toby?"
"I want her to do her job." Toby's facing the sink, pretending not to watch us in the long mirror I keep against the backsplash.
It was the only way I found to bring sunlight into the dark space and make it feel a little bigger.
"You sure?" Dylan slaps my diary onto the counter. I hope he realizes I don't remember what I wrote.
Toby spins around, his eyes wide. We're back on track for what I wrote in the diary—minus the orgasm I was denied.
Dylan walks to Toby, who grabs my bare butt and asks, "Is this how you want to pay, Princess?"
I pound on Dylan's back and try to get down but Toby grabs my thighs and they tag team holding me in place. "I said I'd do the dishes."
"And I told her that naughty little sluts get disciplined."
Toby trails kisses over my butt, his breath warm against the cool air. He trails a finger up my thigh then slides it over my sex and pushes inside of me.
I gasp as he enters and quickly adds another finger. The tension from my denied orgasm roars back to life, dragging me close to the point of no return.
My wiggles are real. My moans are unstoppable. And just when I'm ready to let go, my fucking stepbrothers go for more improv, because the way I recall it going was that I should be having orgasm number two.
"That's not the way it's written." I have no shame in the way I plead.
Dylan's laugh rumbles through me as Toby's words warm my bottom. "She doesn't know when to stop running her mouth, does she?"
"Sassy little brats rarely do," Dylan says. "Want to give her an attitude adjustment?"
Toby moves in front of me, lowering himself so he's in my face. He stares into my eyes with a feral look I've only read about in books. "Would it do any good?"
Dylan answers before I can. "There's one way to find out."
My gawd, I need that orgasm. I try to squeeze my thighs together but it doesn't work.
Toby extends a hand to the counter and grabs a spatula. That's supposed to happen later in the scene. Guess we're bumping it up. I'm not complaining.
"Give this a try." Toby hands the spatula to Dylan, then strips.
I'm so distracted by the thick cock in front of my face that I'm not prepared for the wooden slap across my bottom.
I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Two can play this game of improv.
"Are you ready to behave, Princess?" He tucks a finger under my chin to tilt my face upward.
Acting quickly, I wrap my fingers around his cock. "Princesses don't do dishes."
"Fuck. Me," Toby chokes out as I catch a bead of his pre-cum and stroke.
Dylan turns, using the mirror to see what's happening. Toby shifts slightly to keep my hand on his shaft.
"You think that makes you a good girl?" Dylan's eyes are glued to my hand pumping up and down.
"Who said I'm good?"
Dylan tenses, his grip tightening across my upper thighs. "I bet you'd rather suck cock than do dishes."
"I bet you'd like to find out."
Dylan's body jerks, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Fuck!" The word comes out garbled.
Toby laughs, and it takes a second for me to realize what happened.
Dylan shifts and adjusts his pants.
"What's wrong, am I too much of a dirty little slut for the virgin?"
"Dammit." Toby's cock swells in my grip a split second before ropes of white coat my face.
"Guess I'm too much for both of you."
"You asked for it. This ought to shut you up." Dylan slides three fingers into me.
He's right, all I can do is moan and surrender to the orgasm as fast as possible.
Toby wipes his fingers through the cum on my face then steps behind me.
I'm expecting him to add his fingers with Dylan's but maybe that's not cool since they're brothers.
Dylan slides out of me just when my climax is within reach.
Toby takes over, pumping his cum-covered fingers inside of me.
Dylan says, "I'm only going to let him make you come because I don't think you can take any more."
My snarky comment can't load with the way Toby's working his fingers on my G-spot.
Surrendering to them, I fall apart. Fully trusting. Fully sated. Fully with the men I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Wave after wave of release leaves me limp on Dylan's shoulder. Looks like the Christmas Cherry Auction worked its magic after all.
Toby's drenched hand eventually slides down to my thigh, and Dylan cuddles me to his chest. They hold me like that for seconds… minutes… hours… I don't know. And I don't care. I'm too blissed out for anything to matter.
Dylan says, "I love you, Nikki. Or would you rather we call you Molly?
"Princess is nice," I say sleepily.
Toby's chuckle vibrates against my chest. "I love you, Princess."
"I love both of you, too."
We stay that way for a while longer before Dylan makes sure I'm steady on my feet. He playfully slaps my ass. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"We'll find out the next time the dishes need to be done." I walk away.
In the bathroom, I face the mirror. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I'm the luckiest girl of all."
Except for the amnesia and the evil stepmother. Maybe I don’t want all of my memories back. I’ll stick with my stepbrothers and my diary for now.
I lower my gaze to my belly. Just how much magic did the Christmas Cherry Auction work?