Three
ANGEL
Fear does things to people. It lowers inhibitions. It makes people brave. It makes people crazy.
And on a good day, I’m not known for making wise choices. I’m currently closing my eyes, saying a silent prayer that this is a dream, which is the best place to think about my brothers’ cocks. I pinch myself. No luck. It hurt.
They have their lives figured out. They’re smart and successful, and probably the best people to be in a disaster with. I’ve admired them for as long as I can remember.
I don’t want to die a virgin. That much is true.
Opening my eyes, I stare at the bruise on my knee. Thank you, roller derby and the few minutes I wasn’t wearing my kneepads before practice the other day.
It’s a reality check. A few minutes of fun is all it takes for something to go wrong.
When the elevator doors open, surely the ‘shoe police’ lady will be waiting to see if I took my skates off.
There is zero percent chance she’d refrain from reporting us to the actual police for indecent exposure if I’m playing hide the sausage with my brother.
The elevator creaks again. Not much, just enough to remind me that we’re suspended in a metal box in an elevator shaft.
Sometimes one fear trumps another. I blurt, “I don’t want to die a virgin. Is that so terrible?”
Looking up at Jett, I’m certain I won’t have to.
“You’re not going to die. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.” Duke always knows the mature thing to say, but his erection speaks otherwise.
“Downer Duke, sit this one out.” Jett’s always ready for fun.
Chase takes my hand and presses it on his cock. “This is for you, but I’m with Duke. Do this for the right reasons.”
How much of the girth do his jeans and underwear add? “It’s so…”
“If you’re worried about it fitting, I can start with my fingers, make sure you’re ready.”
Some kind of odd chirping sound comes from me. Apparently my insides knotting really hard caused it. I have no other excuse.
“We can be discreet. The doors won’t open instantaneously. And those two can stand in front of them just in case,” Jett says.
“Who says you get to go first?” Chase stands and the two of them square off.
For me?
I’ll take it. Their heavy breaths, their inflated chests, and their bulging cocks. Excitement zings through my entire body.
“I have an idea.” I stand beside them, shoving my hands between their hard abs.
“You’re serious about this, Angel?” Duke joins us.
Having no pride left to swallow, I say, “Yes, I’m a virgin and I don’t want to die that way, whether it’s today or in the future.”
“You’re not going to die today.” Duke’s reiterated words are less than convincing.
“You can’t know that. Aaand, I brought a dress to change into, so if I put it on, it would cover the…” I motion my hands wildly in front of my sex. “naughty parts.”
“Naughty parts? If you can’t say it, you shouldn’t do it.” Duke’s turning into a real buzzkill.
“He’s right,” Chase and Jett say at the same time.
Well hell. I ball my hands and put them on my waist. “Sex parts.”
All three of them laugh, then wait.
Shaking my hands out, I make another attempt. “Fine. Your penis and my vagina.”
Jett grabs my hand and puts it on his erection. “Do you want my penis…” He steps closer and tucks his fingers between my legs, resting on the thin fabric of my shorts.
My body jolts to life. I think he electrocuted me.
He continues, “in your vagina?”
He rubs his hand back and forth. I grab his arm with my free hand to keep from falling. Oh my god, he’s going to make me come.
Getting knocked out of bounds… bad coffee… the mean lady from the lobby… Nothing distracts me from giving in.
My fingernails dig into his arm. How big is this orgasm growing? My entire body is wound up.
“Or how does it sound with a few word changes… my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes.” My hips sink into his hand. The knot inside of me unravels. Crap, the warmth of my release coats my thighs, which means I coated his hand. Not porn level, but noticeable. He keeps rubbing. The sloppy sounds of wetness keep coming. I fall into his chest.
I don’t care that I just had a squirting orgasm on my brother’s hand in under five seconds while my other two brothers watched.
Before my eyes fluttered shut, it was clear they liked it.
I liked it. I like this—being sated, being held by Jett. I’m the only one who orgasmed, but nobody’s rushing me. They’re so… related to me. Ugh!
I pat his chest and pull from his embrace… from dangerous thoughts of caring and happily ever afters.
They’re my brothers.