Chapter 24
Atlas
The double penetration burned and stretched me as far as I could be stretched.
It was always a lot when Hugh and Linden fucked me at the same time.
But I loved it. I felt consumed by them.
They never did anything together, like touching or kissing, but doing this…
Fuck, them rubbing their cocks made me want to come just thinking about it.
I really wish they’d have sex, but they’d already explained they were cousins, and it was weird for them.
While I wanted to understand, fucking me at the same time was touching each other.
My body lay prone on top of Hugh as Linden did most of the work. The bedroom was steamy from our breath and sweat. Their scents mingled to create something unique, and I loved it.
When they wanted me like this, I felt owned and loved.
After they both came, we lay there for a while, our bodies in knots, clinging together, panting and kissing.
Eventually, we all pried our bodies apart to take a quick shower.
Despite being exhausted, I felt this sudden urge to give them one more of their fantasies, and something we hadn’t done yet. I wanted to give them everything. Linden and Hugh had done so much for me, and I gave them so little. The least I could do was give them my body.
As the water ran, I sat on my knees in the shower and folded my hands in my lap.
“What are you doing, baby?” Linden asked.
“Giving you what you want, and something you’ve talked about before. Mark me as yours. I want to rub your scents into my skin.”
They looked down at me in confusion. Really? I reached for their cocks, wrapped my fingers around them, and pointed them at my face. “Do it. I want it.”
Their faces cleared up with understanding. “You sure, precious?” Hugh asked.
“Yes, I want this. Do whatever you want to me. The shower will clean everything away.” When they didn’t move, I huffed at them. “Mark me, darlings.”
I didn’t let go of their cocks, keeping them aimed at me. Linden was the first to give in. A pale yellow stream of piss hit my face. I closed my eyes and moved his cock around. It didn’t take Hugh long to follow, pissing on my chest and throat.
I didn’t think I’d like it, but I strangely did.
Much like spanking, it shouldn’t be a turn-on, but it was.
Perhaps it was the taboo element, but I think a lot of it had to do with the feeling of being owned by them.
They made me theirs. There was just something freeing about letting go of societal norms and letting Hugh and Linden piss all over me.
It didn’t last long, and when they finished, they helped me to stand before gathering me in their arms and holding me, covered in urine and all.
“That was hot,” Hugh said. “I love how you just give in like that, precious.”
“I’ve always wanted to try that. Pretty hot,” Linden agreed.
After smothering me in kisses and love, we washed off the cum, sweat, and piss. As usual, they doted on me by washing my hair and body. When we dried off, Hugh lathered lotion on my skin.
I especially loved it when Hugh or Linden would carry me back to bed.
It was still daylight out, but the sun was starting to set.
The sex had been spontaneous, and since we were often spontaneous, I always made sure I was prepped and ready for them.
In fact, I’d done that so much that I was starting to lose weight.
Hugh and Linden didn’t like that at all when I told them, so they made me take a break three days a week to eat whatever I wanted.
Linden was the one to carry me and set me on the bed. The sheets needed to be changed, but we didn’t care. My ass ached like hell, which was kind of the best part.
He sat next to me with an arm draped over my shoulder, both of us still naked, as he scrolled through his phone with one hand.
Hugh came out of the bathroom last, carrying some items. He held them up for me to see. In one hand, he held a bottle of fire-engine red nail polish. The other was acetone and a bag of cotton balls.
“May I? I’ve been dying to paint your nails.”
“Ooh! Are you going to make me pretty?”
He sat between my spread legs, crossing his, and still naked like Linden and me. I loved how comfortable we were around each other like that. It was my face that I had a problem with—well, that and my height—but I liked my body enough.
“I think your toenails and fingernails would look nice with this red,” he explained.
I held out my hand. “Paint away.”
Linden set his phone down on the bed and rested his head on my shoulder as he watched Hugh drag the brush covered in red polish across my thumbnail. He was really good, careful not to get it on my skin.
When he finished my fingernails, I blew on them to dry as he lifted my foot and set it flat on his lap. It forced me to raise my knee, and it was awkward, but I loved the relaxed feeling of being pampered and cared for.
I loved them.
I loved Hugh and Linden.
The thought hit me like a ton of bricks on my head.
I loved them.
Yep, my feelings for the two men had grown into love. Should I tell them? Was it too soon? They’d yet to say how they felt, other than bringing me into their life for a serious relationship. I didn’t want to risk losing this or scaring them off. What if this was all they wanted?
Then my thoughts drifted to Hugh and Linden, and why they never touched each other.
Yes, it was about them being related, but I had a deep-down feeling that they liked each other more than friends and cousins, especially Linden.
He’d sneak glances at Hugh when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.
He’d look lost in thought, but his eyes were solely pinned on Hugh, the frown clear on his face.
Hugh did the same, but not to the extent Linden had. Hugh seemed more ‘what would it be like,’ while Linden seemed more ‘I’ve always wanted you and can’t have you.’
Those feelings were perfectly reasonable when they’d been together for so long, doing their sexual tag teaming. It made sense that feelings would start, especially when they fucked me at the same time. They were essentially fucking themselves in a way.
Another thought hit me, and one I didn’t want to entertain, but my brain told me to fuck off, leaving me gut-punched.
They weren’t using me to have an excuse to be closer to each other, right?
They wouldn’t do that, right? No, I needed to trust them.
Hugh and Linden had always been honest and forthcoming with me. They wouldn’t use me like that.
They took me on a date and spoiled me. They wouldn’t have done that had they not cared. But love? I didn’t think so.
Despite my certainty that they weren’t cruel or users, the niggling thought grew.
Hugh set my foot down and grabbed my other one to paint, bursting me from my spiraling.
Linden lifted one of my hands to inspect Hugh’s handiwork. “Mmm, sexy.” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his, pulling me into a sweet, tender kiss and gently rolling his tongue against mine.
“Okay, don’t move,” Hugh said, setting down my other foot. I tried to be careful not to smear the paint and get it all over the bed.
Hugh walked into the bathroom and quickly returned with a roll of toilet paper, pulling off a long sheet. He rolled the paper and then wove it between my toes to keep them from touching. When he finished, he kissed the top of one of my feet.
I love you.
I didn’t know why the thought made me more sad than happy. After never having been in love before, it seemed like I should’ve been overjoyed.
Because I was a coward, instead of telling them how I felt, I thanked Hugh for his work on my nails. “Thanks. You put a manicurist to shame.”
“Should we show him now?” Linden asked Hugh.
That perked me right up. “Show me what?”
“Don’t get all excited. It’s not that big of a deal, but Linden and I think you’ll like it.”
“I like everything you do for me.”
Hugh smiled sweetly and kissed me before climbing out of bed and pulling on a T-shirt and some sweats.
Linden also threw on some clothes quickly.
I was careful not to ruin my paint job as I got out of bed and put on some clothes before I followed him to the spare room, my room that I never used. The door was closed, so Hugh opened it and stepped aside so I could walk in first.
The first thing I noticed was the easel leaning against the wall, and next to it were a paint case and some canvases. I walked over to it and lovingly caressed the wood. All my newfound stresses and worries vanished as soon as I saw the beautiful gift.
“We’ve been taking up a lot of your time. Linden and I talked, and we thought you might like to do some painting if you want a little break from us. We don’t want to take you away from your own passions.”
I turned to look at them both, frowning, and my eyes watering. “Why would I need a break from you? I… really like being with you.” I almost told them I loved being with them instead. Jesus. “This gift is precious. ‘No big deal,’ he says.” I shook my head at Hugh.
Linden stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my front, resting his chin on my head. “I have the same setup at my place.”
“God, you two spoil me. Truly.” My stupid fears were unfounded. They didn’t have to do those things for me, but they chose to anyway. Their trying to keep me happy meant everything. “Thank you for this.”
Hugh walked in and lifted a large box sitting in the middle of the bed, which I hadn’t even seen. “You missed this one.”
I smiled shyly up at him, feeling oddly emotional, and doing all I could to keep from bursting into tears. What they’d done was so damn thoughtful. Yes, they cared about me. I wasn’t there to be the glue that only bound them. God, I was being an idiot.
“Thanks,” I said and took the proffered gift.
Hugh tucked his fingers underneath my chin and dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “Before you open this, please know that Linden and I aren’t trying to change you.”
“O-kay.” What was he saying?