Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
MOLLY
Watching Lennon drive away was hard. With her being gone it means I don’t have a buffer between me and my stepbrothers. Both our parents headed to bed a couple of hours ago and now I have to go back into that house and face them!
I’ve felt empty without the company of my masked men, having them around eased the thoughts of me picturing my life with my brothers.
I know it’s sick, wrong and frowned upon but ever since I met them, all I can think about is how good they would feel pressed against me.
I bet they would never treat me the way Brady did or laugh at me for wanting to try new things. I doubt they would cheat on me either.
I suck up my pride and trudge back into the house.
As I lock the front door behind myself, the lights in the house cut out.
I suck in a sharp inhale and rationalize with myself that it’s just a power outage and there is no reason to panic.
The thought flies the fuck out of my head when a hand clamps over mouth from behind and a chest is pressed against my back.
I scream into the hand and struggle in his hold.
“Birdy.” At the sound of that stupid name I stop fighting and relax in his hold. My heart thumps in my chest and excitement thrums through me, knowing they’re back. But, I remember my stepbrothers and my dad and their mom are sleeping upstairs!
I grip his wrist and pry his hand from my mouth. “My family is sleeping upstairs,” I whisper.
He bends down and I gasp when I feel the rough texture of his mask against my face. “I don’t give a fuck. I want those assholes to hear you scream.”
I inhale sharply through my nose and my skin begins to heat at the prospect of my stepbrothers hearing me come while I get fucked like a filthy little slut by my masked men. The memory of them sucking those marshmallows out of my ass and pussy has my core clenching.
I’d love to suck a marshmallow out of them.
“Do your worst,” I hiss, his low chuckle is the only answer I get before he grips my hair and uses that to lead me toward the living room.
The moonlight streams through the windows casting enough light for me to see that the other two aren’t there waiting.
I look at the second level to make sure no one is up there.
Thankfully no one is awake. He tugs me forward by my hair and pushes me down onto the sofa.
I tilt my head back and stare up at him. “Tonight, we’re doing things differently,” he growls. When I see a shadow shift behind him, I move my head to peer around him and smile at the sight of another of my masked men, but where is the last one?
When the other guy comes to stand at his side, I shiver at the sight of them as memories of how they make me feel plays like a reel in my head.
“Strip,” the new guy says. I gingerly stand and do as he says, feeling both their gazes on me the entire time.
My body is tight and coiled with need, my pussy pulsing painfully, begging for their touch to ease the ache inside me.
I should hate that I don’t know their names or faces but I don’t.
I keep picturing them as Justin, Kingston and Brayden.
I fool myself into thinking that they even sound like them.
These past weeks without the distraction of these masked strangers, I have fallen into a pit of despair, and been forced to face the longing and feelings I feel toward my stepbrothers.
They have been the only people who can get me to smile, talk and even enjoy being around people.
I have feelings for them.
Strong fucking feelings that I shouldn’t have, but can’t deny.
“Hand me your thong,” the guy on the right says.
I slowly peel it down my legs then gather it up and place it in his hand.
He turns his back to me, then I see his mask raise to the top of his head and hear him inhale.
A groan tumbles from his lips. “You smell fucking perfect, birdy. I’ve missed smelling your cunt,” he growls, then pushes his mask down and turns back to face me.
I reach back, unclasp my bra and allow it to slowly glide down my arms, loving that they are transfixed on my every move. Their stares set my blood ablaze and my core throbbing with need.
“On the sofa, now! Heels resting on the edge with your legs open. I want to see that cunt,” the left guy barks.
I do as he says and I feel utterly exposed and vulnerable in this position, which is crazy considering the dirty things we have done.
I mean, Jesus Christ, they sucked marshmallows out of my pussy and ass. “Show us how you play with that pussy.”
My eyes widen and my mouth parts in surprise. “W-what?”
“You heard him, play with that fucking cunt now while we watch,” the other snaps.
My mouth is now drier than the fucking Sahara Desert.
I was a virgin up until a couple of weeks ago and now I’m being asked to make myself come while they watch!
I open my mouth to refuse their request but when I see movement on the second floor landing, I gasp at the sight of Brayden leaning against the railing, staring.
My skin burns and my breaths come in rapid pants as I lock eyes with him.
Even in the dim lighting, I may not be able to see the hunger in those blue eyes of his but I can feel it.
My masked men fade into the background as I focus on my stepbrother and slowly glide my hand down my body until I reach my pussy.
I release a moan and arch my chest forward as I push a single finger inside my tight, wet cunt.
I envision it being Brayden’s finger inside me.
I lift my free hand and cup my tit, twirling my nipple between my fingers.
Feeling like a true vixen, I remove my finger and bring it to my mouth and suck the digit clean.
Brayden’s mouth parts and then in a move I don’t expect, he pushes his sweats down and his cock springs free. He’s hard .
I begin circling my clit, prompting him without words to stroke himself. A loud moan tumbles from my lips when he fists himself.
“You dirty bitch.” I jump in fright at the sound of my masked men’s voice. I had forgotten about them being here. I attempt to remove my hand but the guy on the right snaps his arm out and grips my wrist, keeping it in place. I meet his gaze with a raised brow.
“Don’t stop on our account, birdy. Keep putting on a show for him .” His words have me sucking in a sharp inhale, my blood burns like liquid fire.
“Okay,” I breathe out. He releases my hand and steps back, allowing me control. I look between my two masked men before finally returning my gaze to Brayden. The sight of him fisting his cock and knowing I’m the reason he is rock fucking hard emboldens my movements.
I push two fingers inside my soaking-wet cunt and cry out, everything becoming white noise as I focus on my own pleasure.
I forget about everything and the fact my dad is sleeping upstairs as I get lost in the sight of my stepbrother watching me finger fuck my pussy and getting off on the sight of it.
I press the pad of my thumb against my clit, and arch my back as I start to tremble.
I feel my orgasm building and I chase it. I need this!
“Come for him ,” one of the masked guys says and I do. I ride my fingers harder than a jockey rides a race horse and don’t try to fight off the waves of pleasure as they roll through me. Brayden’s name tears from my lips.
The aftershocks haven’t even finished before my hand is ripped from my pussy and is replaced by one of the masked men.
He crouches down and lines his cock up with my entrance.
I keep my gaze focused on Brayden the entire time as he pushes inside me, forcing me to cry out at the feeling of his pierced cock stretching me wide to accommodate his size.