21. Margarete （Three Months Later）
CHAPTER 21
Margarete (Three Months Later)
T he last three months have been tough since Hans and I moved in with Xander, but they’ve also been the most rewarding of my life. Therapy has helped me figure out much of my baggage, and Dr. Kitner is so sympathetic. Hans is also making progress. We’re thriving with Xander.
Xander kisses my head. “Have you picked a school yet?”
I stare at the pile of brochures on the table. Some are for schools on the other side of the country. I told Xander it was too far, and he simply said, “Let me worry about that.”
“I still don’t think I can afford this,” I say, gazing up at him.
“You can afford anything you want. Just pick a school.”
I open my mouth to protest when I feel a jolt in my underwear. Xander made me wear a toy when it took me longer than a week to pick a school. He likes to bring me close to orgasm and shut the device off if I give him attitude. I haven’t had an orgasm for a week.
“If you act out, I’ll bring you to the brink, but I won’t allow you to come.”
“Xander, I don’t want you using your money. I got a few grants and scholarships. I can get a job to cover the rest.” I convulse as he increases the vibration of the toy. “Torturing me won’t help me decide quicker.”
Xander smirks. “What you think is torture, I consider foreplay, baby.”
“Yes, well, your foreplay sucks.”
“All you have to do is pick a school.”
I close my eyes, trying to force my body not to react to the sensation of the toy, but it’s futile. Frustrated, I grab the pamphlet in front of me and throw it at Xander. “There. I pick this one.”
Xander grabs the paper and looks at it. “This is in town.”
“I know.”
“You want to go here?”
I smile. “Yes. You didn’t think I’d pick a school away from you and Hans, did you?”
Xander drops the remote on the floor and picks me up. I wrap my arms around him like a monkey clinging to a tree. “I’m going to pound into your sweet pussy so hard that they’ll hear you down the street.”
“Is this a two-person party, or can anyone join?”
Xander and I turn to see Hans at the door.
I smirk. “Why are you still wearing clothes, whore?”
Xander has helped me discover my dominant side over the last few months. Initially, I was worried about saying cruel things to Hans. But my inhibitions faded when I discovered that the meaner I was, the harder he became.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mistress?” Hans asks once he’s removed his clothes.
“Why don’t you crawl like a dog and watch how a real man fucks me?”
Xander laughs as my back hits the wall. He pulls up my skirt and moves my panties aside. He doesn’t take out the vibrator. Instead, he slides his dick into my pussy with one thrust. “You’re so tight, baby girl. So wet, warm, and perfect.”
“You’re so big, Daddy. Fuck my pussy hard. Show our pretty little pet how a real man fucks.” I look at Hans, who’s salivating as he gazes at us, his dick as hard as steel. “You hungry, puppy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Hans moans. “Very hungry.”
“Pull down Master’s pants and lick his asshole clean.”
Hans doesn’t hesitate to follow my command. He slides Xander’s gray jogging pants down and buries his face in his ass.
“It’s a little scary how good you are at this,” Xander mumbles into my neck.
I dig my nails into his neck. “Harder, Daddy. I want you to fill my pussy with cum. Put a baby in me, please.”
“Jesus Christ,” Xander moans, slamming into me so hard that my body bounces between him and the wall. “I’m gonna put a baby in this sweet cunt. Fuck it all day and night until I’ve put my baby in you.”
Xander supports me with one arm, moving the other behind him to press Hans’ face into his ass. “Our little slut has his tongue right up my asshole. Does it turn you on knowing he’s a pathetic whore?”
“Yes, baby. I love knowing he’s pleasing you while you fuck his sister.”
“You’ve made me so horny that I’m going to have to let the little bitch fuck my ass,” Xander groans.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, biting his shoulder.
I’ve never seen Xander get fucked. The idea is enough to make me come.
“Fuck boy, go get the lube.”
Hans jumps up like a kid at Christmas, scampering out of the room and running down the hall.
“You think he’ll be disappointed about fucking you instead of the other way around?”
Xander chuckles. “Why don’t you shut your smart little mouth and cum all over my fat dick?”
I bite his flesh, breaking his skin. My eyes roll back in my head as the metallic tang of Xander’s blood seeps into my mouth. I don’t stop there with my assault. I puncture his skin by raking my nails down his back, relishing the sensation of his blood on my fingertips.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. I want you gushing all over my cock. You’re such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? You know just what to do to make me feel good with your sweet, tight pussy, baby girl.”
Xander turns me so his back is to the wall, bouncing me up and down on his dick. Sex with Xander is like being caught in a tornado; it’s wild, unpredictable, and dangerous.
Hans rushes into the room. “What would you like me to do with the lube, sir?”
“Lick your sister’s asshole and grease her up before you fuck her. Open her up nice and wide for me, fuck boy. I want her gaping for Daddy.”
Xander touches me with a sense of urgency, but I know we'll always be safe with him, no matter what he demands of Hans and me. Xander’s priority is our comfort, pleasure, and safety.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want all your holes stuffed, baby girl. I want you nice and full. And when Hans and I cum in you, I want you to push all that cum on the floor.”
Xander’s filthy mouth has my blood pressure rising. With every word, he pumps his dick into me, taking me to the cusp of madness.
“Slut,” Xander calls to Hans. “Do a good job fucking your sister, and I’ll double-stuff your ass.”
Hans spreads my ass apart and freezes. He pulls out the butt plug. “What would you like me to do with the plug, sir?”
“Why don’t you be a good boy for Daddy and suck it while you fuck your sister?”
I watch as Hans sticks my butt plug in his mouth as he pours the lube on his cock, making himself nice and slick. “You look so sexy like that, fuck toy. Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?”
Hans groans, his eyes glassy with lust as I talk dirty to him. Hans loves it when I’m nasty with him. The more humiliation we put him through, the harder he comes.
“What are you waiting for, pup? Put that pathetic cock in your sister and fuck that tight little ass.”
Hans’ dick glides inside me, and I moan as my men bounce me back and forth between them.
“That’s it, baby. Take our cocks like a good girl. Do you feel how stretched you are for us? I bet you like being our little hole to fuck, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I shout. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Oh, god, I’m going to come. I’m so close.”
“That’s it, baby. Come so God knows what you were put on this planet for. Show him you’re a pretty pussy and tight ass to fuck. On second thought, fuck telling God shit. Open that slutty mouth.” I open wide, and Xander shoves four fingers deep into my mouth, making me gag. “You’re so pretty. You know what would make you prettier?”
I shake my head, and Xander spits in my face. “Some of Daddy’s spit, baby. Aren’t you so pretty now?”
I love it when he spits on me. I discovered that my desire for degradation wasn’t as severe as Hans’, but I needed it to fully get me there. Xander is skilled at knowing exactly what to do, and since he’s discovered my love for spit play, he’s taken every opportunity to ensure I get it.
“Fuck her harder, Hans. Tear your sister’s ass apart. She’s gripping my cock like a damn vise, and I’m about to blow. Make her come, and I’ll give you a little doggie treat.”
Hans grunts behind me. His fingers dig into my flesh as he uses my body as leverage to propel his hips forward, pounding into me without mercy. With every thrust, my men push me over the brink, and I come in waves.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. You ready for me?”
I nod, and Xander wipes his saliva-covered hands all over my face.
They fuck me so hard that I wonder if I’ll pass out as they groan and empty inside me. Xander is first, followed rapidly by Hans.
“Pull out of her, Hans,” Xander orders. Both men pull out at once. As soon as they do, Xander turns me, still holding me in his arms. “Push out all that cum for me.”
I squeeze my holes, pushing every drop onto the oak floor as I look Hans in the eye. “You want to clean it up, don’t you, pup?”
Hans nods, looking at Xander to see if it’s okay.
Xander places me on the floor on my back and lifts my hips so my feet are above my head. “Go ahead, puppy. That’s all the cum you’re going to get. Everything in her holes is all mine. Get that floor nice and clean.”
Xander cleans me as Hans licks the floor like a starving animal given a scrap of food. He eats my pussy until I come again, trembling with aftershocks as he moves to my asshole. “You taste so good, baby.”
I make eye contact with my brother as he licks the last remnants of cum from the floor, beckoning him to me. He crawls over and kisses me, letting me taste the three of us.
Xander stands and offers us his hands. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll make dinner.”
I look between Xander and Hans. “The two of you complete me.”
Xander pulls us closer, kissing our heads. “I feel the same way. If it weren’t for the two of you, I might be dead in a ditch or in jail. I was drifting, and this family we created saved me. Thank you for trusting me.”
Hans caresses Xander’s face. “Thank you for saving us.”