Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
DONNIE
Her arse rubs into my erection.
I’ve been hard for a fucking hour.
I grin into her hair. “You like the knife, Pup?”
“Don’t cut me, Donnie.”
Tyler shuffles. “Put the knife down now, Donnie.”
I slide my hand across and squeeze her big tit before dipping my hand down her belly and into her black leggings. I shove my hand between her thighs, curling two fingers in her folds. She moans deep and needy—insatiable. “Oh, you like the knife, hey, Pup?” Fuck me , she’s hot here. I fuck her with my fingers. Hot and fucking soaking. I grind my cock between the crease of her arse. “You’re so ours.”
“Is she wet?” Ty asks, licking his lips, excited.
“Take her pants off and see for yourself.”
I hold her to my chest with the blade kissing her neck. I would never hurt her, but she likes to think I may. She likes the dark places I take her, the rough way I possess her, the anger and jealousy in my obsession.
Tyler drops to his knees and pulls her leggings and underwear down, leaving them a puddle of black, swallowing her ankles and feet.
I slide my fingers deeper, and his mouth meets her clit, tongue licking my fingers and her.
Rubbing my cock between her arse cheeks, I take my time watching them over the top of her head, watching her nipples stiffen, my brother’s eyes close, indulging. Watch her heavy breasts, more than two hands; well, that’s fucking perfect because we have four.
Six, with Dexter.
I don’t know if he’s coming tonight or willing to cement his place with us. It was all fun and games last time when he thought he only had a few nights with us. But now he is free. Free to do what he pleases, with whom he pleases. Will he be willing to share her? Like this? I honestly don’t know.
Vallie thought it was too soon. That we should wait for him to get settled. I say, throw him in the deep end, see if the fucker can swim with us. No need for floaties; he’s a big boy. It’s now or never. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damn privilege to be a part of this. He needs to see that, and fast.
Vallie’s moans peak to cries as Tyler uses his fucking concert pianist tongue on her clit while I twist my fingers against her inner walls.
She leans harder into me.
“Don’t slip, Pup. The knife is sharp.”
She comes to my dangerous declaration, her thighs trembling to hold herself up while a wild orgasm twists her limbs to coils. “ God. Fuck. Donnie. Tyler .”
“I need to come.” Tyler’s words are heavy with desperation as he stands, throws his mask to the side and removes his jeans as if they are his enemy.
I lower the knife and push her to the bed for my twin to mount. He’ll say he’s struggling to come because she went away last night, but the unease started earlier than that.
I know my sweet brother.
Every inch of muscles, every little tic.
It started a few weeks after Dexter’s return when we discussed sharing her tonight as a way to break the ice and bare our souls—dark, depraved, dangerous.
He is nervous about what his big brother will think of him, of the way he fucks, of the psychotic waves. It is easy for Ty to get triggered. He needs to feel good.
Watching them, my favourite thing to do, I slowly undress as they kiss and moan on the mattress. My cock smashes my abdomen while they gently make out. Memorise. They are sweet. My brother and my wife are damn adorable. I’ll do anything for them. For this.
Removing her shirt, he presses his face between her tits and groans. She calms the voice of trauma in his mind, feeding her hands into his hair. Gentle. Gentle with him.
“Vallie, Vallie, Vallie.” He groans, rubbing his face against her plump tits, mouthing each nipple, playing.
My balls tighten just watching my twin enjoy her, like I can feel it, too. “You’re going to suck my bone, Pup. You’re going to swallow it while your pussy makes my brother come.”
Tyler lifts his head. “I get to come inside her first?”
“Like I said…” I circle them, stopping at the top of the bed. Reaching to cup her soft cheek, guiding her towards my dripping cock, I say, “I’ll pay you back.”
Vallie opens her mouth and swallows my cock, an insatiable acceptance, approving my kindness to my brother. She sucks me hard, letting me know she’s happy with me.
My head gets heavy. “Fuck, Pup. You sure do suck like you want something to swallow. So greedy for the milk from my fat cock. Now drain my brother’s like that, too. Such a good girl for us. Such a spoilt girl with all this attention.”
Tyler moves her body while she focuses on me. Moulding her legs around his waist, he circles her wet centre and then pushes into her, pressing violent moans up her throat that rumble around my cock.
“Fuck.” My neck rolls on my shoulders.
Then I hear it.
Footsteps coming down the stairs.
He did come…
I lift my head in time to watch Dexter take the final step, dressed in jeans worth more than most people make in a month and a crease-free white shirt. He drove here, took the dirt road at the back—that’s not good. He didn’t join us in our way, in our game, hunting rabbits.
When Vallie notices him and tries to pull from my cock to say something, I stop her, holding her impaled. Gagged. Mine. Show him who we are!
“Tut tut, Pup. Suck.”
Dexter stares at me deadpan and then looks at Vallie drooling for my cock, and Tyler as he uses her body, driving moans from her, touching her everywhere. My twin makes love with every limb, hand—inch. He touches and kisses.
It’s damn mesmerizing.
“Sit. Watch,” I say as Vallie sucks me deeper, tearing my attention from him and back to her. Vallie’s face shows her state of overstimulation; lips spread, eyes squeezed shut, drool pouring into my pubic hair. “Or… My wife has another hole, brother. You can have that.”
Tyler slows down, hesitation seeping in. I can almost hear the ‘What if he doesn’t want to stay,’ ‘What if I do something wrong.’
Overthinking…
But then Vallie brushes her nails up the back of his neck and into his hair, releasing his tension, a show of muscles trembling to her gentle attention.
I use her mouth.
Take control of it.
Dexter studies us and strokes his jaw, thinking. “What do you let them do to you, Baby Girl? Like this. Here?” Sitting down on the chair opposite, he leans back and watches. His eyes are dark and unreadable. “Daddy’s watching now.”
She moans, and I realise she likes it. Their pet names. Well, well. I fuck her throat deeper while Tyler contradicts the rough speed by rolling slower, surely hitting every inch she needs to come. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy, baby? Like— Oh Fuck . Vallie Baby, your cunt is choking me.”
He is close.
But nervous.
His hands fist her thighs, pawing, frantic, desperate for it to happen, but— “Fuck. Fuck!” he complains.
I push deeper and then hold still, impaling Vallie, my cock a protruding path down her neck. I growl. Feels so good. Try to ignore the pressure building inside my balls. Moments from exploding. Taking control so my sweet brother can come, I reach both hands out and wrap them around his throat, squeezing as he continues to pound her pussy.
And the sounds…
Wet slapping.
Hot grunting.
Choking.
Frantic moans.
My cock lengthens to the chaotic energy in the cabin. Dexter a dark presence watching. Vallie so overwhelmed she’s mindless with us. Tyler’s airless growls of agony mix with the hot, wet smacking of his body against her core, culminating in the message I want for Dexter. This is us.
I lock eyes with my big brother. “Welcome home, brother. This is what we are.”
I give Tyler my attention. “Fill her up, brother,” I demand, a dark hiss to my tone. I choke him. Hard. “Fill up her pussy and give her a baby. Your baby. My baby. Fill her empty womb, sweet brother. Don’t breathe. You don’t need air. Just fuck her sweet pussy for us.”
His eyes roll back to my dark utterance, face blood-red from lack of oxygen, as he comes with a rasping groan that continues until I am almost certain he will pass out.
Then he does.
Crushing Vallie.
Fiery heat burns through my stomach. And I come into her useless kiss, into her floppy mouth. Her head tries to lift, her attention not on me, concerned for my brother, as my twin loses consciousness for several seconds before gentle rumbles stir in his chest, and he buries his face in Vallie’s neck.
He's fine.
Breathing heavily, I look up.
The chair is empty.
Dexter is gone.