epilogue
The Merciless
“What’s this?” I ask, tugging at the locked drawer in Angel’s desk. We’re in his room, cleaning it out on the last day of school.
“That’s my secret stuff,” he says.
“Like a vibrator?” I ask, since Manson and Annabel Lee told me that’s what “normal” people keep beside their beds.
“Never needed one of those,” he says, coming over and unlocking the drawer. “Pack it up, little mama.”
I open the drawer and know immediately that he’s sharing with me his most treasured possessions.
I gently lift out his Bible, creased and worn from years of use.
My breath catches as I see the bracelet.
He told us he still had it, but I didn’t quite believe it.
It’s a little worn, a little dirty, but nothing like the ragged strings that remain from my brother’s.
Angel’s looks like he took it off one day after wearing it for a year or two, and then he saved it.
I like that he knew it was meaningful back then, but he wore in to honor our bond until Eternity was gone, and our bond was broken.
But it never really broke. I know that when I lift out his cross necklace and turn it over to see the same word etched in mine—SHAME. Maybe it’s time I put mine away in a drawer too. Like he said of his tattoo, we’re shameless now.
“And this?” I ask, pulling out a dusty red curl secured with a lilac ribbon.
“That’s a lock of your hair from your first haircut,” he says, like that isn’t a revelation.
“How did you get it?” I ask, making a face.
“I was there,” he says, shoving an armload of clothes into a duffle. “We all were. I picked it up off the floor. I thought it was pretty. I think I loved you even then.”
My heart swells with a warmth that overwhelms me. “You did?”
“Well, yeah,” he says. “But don’t tell Annabel Lee. She thinks that kind of stuff has power over a person. She’ll accuse me of bewitching you.”
“Well, you did,” I point out.
He grins. “Heath carries one of your pubes around in his wallet. He thinks we don’t know, but we all do. Good thing, too, since you shaved them all off. He’s got the last one remaining.”
My cheeks flame, and I’m not sure how to answer. “Where did he even get it?”
“You do not want to know.”
“I guess Saint has the hair tie.”
“What about Father Dante? He wears a necklace with your virgin blood in it from when he popped your cherry.”
My eyes widen in shock. I can’t imagine anything less priest-like. “He does?”
“Yep,” Angel says, peeling off his shirt and climbing onto the bed. “Now come here and let me taste that pussy that made a man give up god.”
“Better yet, spread your legs and let us see it,” says a voice behind me. I turn to see Father Salvatore watching from the doorway.
“Yes, Father,” I say, joining Angel on the bed. I kneel in front of him, spreading my knees wide, and lift my skirt.
“No panties,” Angel groans, reaching to spread my lips with his thumb and forefinger.
I lean back on my hands, and he licks his lips, then slowly lowers himself, his eyes holding mine as he strokes his tongue through my slit, flicking it over my clit.
“That’s good,” Father says, standing over us. “Now give her one finger at a time until she can take all four. Then I want to watch you stretch her cunt with your cock until can take me without pain.”
“I heard it was a packing party, not a pussy party,” Heath says, stepping through the door with Saint on his heel.
Angel doesn’t look up, just keeps sucking my clit while he pushes a second finger into me.
“Don’t be shy,” Saint says, coming over to watch. “She can take three.”
Angel moans and works the third one in. I whimper at the pinch of pain, but he slides them out and back in, fucking me hard with all three before adding the fourth. The wet sounds of him pumping in and out echo through the room.
“Who do you want to fuck you first, lamb?” Father Salvatore asks, staring at me with that carnal hunger that makes my thighs quake.
“Saint,” I say through panting breaths. “Always you, big brother.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, my little sister,” Saint says, his lip curling in disgust. But he unzips and climbs onto the bed, pushing Angel aside and ramming to the hilt inside me. My back arches and my toes curl, and I give a strangled cry as he draws back and slams into my depths again.
“Turn her over,” Father Salvatore says.
Saint rolls over, so I’m straddling him.
“Hell yeah,” Heath says, lifting my skirt. “Fuck, I love your ass. Especially when I’m buried balls deep inside it.”
Saint pulls me forward, and I reach back to spread my cheeks for Heath.
“No,” Father Salvatore says. “I want you in her cunt too.”
We all stare at him for a second.
“Too?” I ask. “At the same time? Is that possible?”
“Only one way to find out,” Heath says, climbing onto the bed. He rubs the head of his cock up and down between my pussy and my ass, coating it with my slick. At last, he starts to press against my full opening.
“Harder,” Saint grits out.
Heath increases the pressure until I’m panting and wincing, biting my lip not to cry out in pain. At last, something gives, and he lets out a choked sound.
“Are you okay?” Father Salvatore asks, taking my hand. He raises it to his lips and brushes them over the back of my knuckles.
“No,” I cry, but the pain is already subsiding, mingling with a ripple of pleasure. “Yes. I don’t know.”
“Give her a minute,” he says to Heath.
Heath obeys, and then slowly eases forward. The stretch is excruciating but exhilarating. I can’t believe my body can do this. At last, his hips press to my ass.
“You did it, little lamb,” he says in a tone of pure marvel.
“I can feel your cock as much as her cunt,” Saint says, his voice strangled. “Let’s fuck.”
They both start moving, and the strangeness of them both inside me starts to feel better and better, the pain ebbing as ecstasy increases with each thrust. I can feel both of their cocks as they thrust, Heath’s hips rolling to control the motion from the top, Saint’s hands on my hips from below, dragging me along his length.
They’re fucking me, and each other, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
It feels so good, and so forbidden, that I drench them anew with each thrust.
“Fuck,” Angel says, grabbing his head in both hands. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me in.”
“Take her ass,” Father Salvatore orders.
He climbs onto the bed and carefully situates himself in front of Heath, pressing me down so my head is on Saint’s chest and my ass is in the air.
Heath has to lean back to let him in, but finally, the bulbous head of his cock is straining to enter my rear hole.
His hips jerk forward, and he breaches my entrance in one shove.
I gasp out, my walls clenching. Heath curses savagely, gripping my thighs to keep me in place while Angel sinks into me.
At last, they are all buried to the hilt inside me.
I’m so stretched I can’t tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins—it all swirls higher and higher as they begin to thrust into me in unison.
At last, Father Salvatore grips my hair and pulls my head down.
He’s unzipped and taken his gigantic cock out.
As usual, I have to stretch my mouth around it, working just to take a few inches.
But when his salty precum spreads over my tongue, and Angel gives a vicious thrust deep into my ass while Saint and Heath slam into my pussy, I lose all control.
Pain builds with a pressure in my bladder, and then it all releases at once.
I cry out around the priest’s cock, my limbs shooting out and a geyser of hot liquid squirting out of me.
It floods onto my brother’s abdomen, and he groans and grinds deeper, his cock expanding before he shoots hot cum into my core.
Heath keeps thrusting in and out with Angel, though now he’s sliding against Saint in the slippery flood of his release.
Their tempo increases until I’m whimpering for mercy around Father’s girth.
He shoves my head down, making me choke on him while the others ravish my other end.
Finally, with a feral snarl, Heath grips my thighs again, and Angel plants his hands on top of Heath’s.
They both bear down with bruising force as Heath explodes inside me.
The pain of their fingers digging into my muscle makes my walls clench again, another climax rolling through me as they all fuck in and out of my stretched holes.
Heath and Saint draw me up, off their cocks, and I feel the throb of stinging soreness.
“Check her out,” Angel says, rolling onto his back while I’m still impaled on his shaft. The others stare between my open legs, all of them looking down in satisfaction at the wrecked mess they made of me.
“She looks like salvation,” Father Salvatore says, and he steps forward, and with one powerful push, sinks into my dripping pussy. He groans, drawing out before plowing into me again, driving their cum back in.
“Damn,” Angel says. “I can feel you too.”
“No prep either,” Saint says. “He just slid right in. That never happens. We’ll have to do that again.”
He leans over and presses a kiss to Heath’s cheek, and they watch as Angel and Father Salvatore take turns finishing me off. Then Angel goes down on me to clean me up and ease my soreness with another couple orgasms.
At last, they push Heath’s bed over next to Angel’s, and we all collapse into an exhausted heap.
For a while we doze, and then my thoughts move on to what’s next.
“You’re really okay with leaving?” I ask Father Salvatore, propping myself up on my elbow to see him over the bulk of Angel’s chest. I’m still shaking after all the orgasm they gave me.