Chapter Two
Krista
We drove through the night to get here, and I was asleep when we got here and into our spot.
I only vaguely remember Brady carrying me from the truck into the camper, but now I am snuggled between them, lying on my belly.
Brady has his hand on one ass cheek, and Luke is on the other.
I can tell they’re both sleeping soundly, which is funny to me because they unconsciously have their hands down the back of my shorts to sit on my bare ass.
I try to pull away from them slowly, but Brady grunts and slides his massive hand down to wrap around the back of my thigh, right under my ass. His fingers are touching my pussy, and I don’t have the willpower to keep from whimpering.
“Shh,” Brady whispers in my ear. “You don’t want to wake Luke, do you?”
“Mean,” I whine quietly.
“If you don’t tell me to stop, I am going to make you come, Kris. If I do that, we get to keep you,” Brady warns me.
“Keep me?” I gasp when he starts gently stroking his fingers across the outside of my pussy.
“This is a couples retreat, Krista,” he tells me. “You don’t think your brother sent us up here just to snuggle, do you?”
“He pimped me out,” I whine again.
“No, he gave us permission to pursue you,” Luke says, moving his hand to my other thigh.
“He said he would rather we share you than chance Austin talking you into coming back. We knew he would cause problems, so we settled on coming up here,” Brady says. “So what do you say, Kris?”
“You literally just heard me get raped on a call,” I say.
“I also know that you’d kick our ass if we treated you any differently for it. You aren’t injured, so we are treating you just the same,” Brady says, slowly pushing one finger into my pussy, making me gasp again. “Oh, sweet girl… You're fucking dripping. Is that for us?”
“Why are you so dirty?” I ask, trying to maintain some sort of composure.
“Like you aren’t sitting over here bricked up,” I say, nearly panting.
“Assuming… Or hoping?” he asks, pressing his erection against me at the same time that he pulls his finger out of me and gently circles my clit.
I moan and lift my ass a bit, and Luke chuckles and pushes two of his fingers into me as Brady continues to gently rub my clit.
Luke starts slowly fucking me with his fingers, and I’d give anything for them to fuck me right now.
“Oh my God,” I moan again, but I bite my lip to try and keep myself from begging for it.
“So desperate to come,” Brady says. “Tell us what you want, and you can have it.”
“It means he’s right,” I whimper, trying to relax. Luke pulls out of me and smacks my ass so hard that I forget I’m trying to relax, and I moan louder.
“What do you want?” Luke asks, shoving his fingers back into me, fucking me hard and fast with them. I am so dazed that I just blurt it out.
“Please fuck me!” I moan, “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”
“If you initiate, we will both fuck you,” Brady says. “If you want this, we need to know you don’t feel forced into…”
He doesn’t even get to finish what he is saying before I move up to my knees and push him back to lie on his back.
I yank his sweats down, and my eyes go wide at the sight of his cock.
He’s got a Jacob’s ladder piercing and a Prince Albert.
He is so fucking massive that I know it will hurt, but I shimmy out of my shorts and panties anyway.
They watch me and keep their hands to themselves until I put my hand on his chest and move to straddle him.
Brady grabs my hips and slows me down, making me whine.
“Deep breath, Kris,” he says. I do, and he lets me slowly sink down, filling myself with his cock.
“Oh, dear God,” I gasp. “Not slow. Oh my fucking God, not slow.”
Luke covers my mouth as Brady abruptly pulls me down on his cock. It takes my breath away, and I grab at them, trying to ground myself. The way he stretches me is incredible, but it’s overwhelming.
“Breathe, baby girl. You’re okay,” Luke says, soothing me as I am nearly hyperventilating.
“You too. Not slow,” I groan.
“Brady, I think our girl might be a masochist,” Luke says, pushing me forward to lie across Brady’s chest.
“Let’s see,” Brady says, wrapping his arms around me.
I cover my mouth because I know he is about to wreck me.
Just as I knew he would, he lifts his hips and starts violently fucking me as hard and fast as he can.
I am screaming into my hand, but rocking my hips to meet his violent thrusts.
He slows to a stop, and I start to feel panicked when Luke grabs my hips, but then he slams his cock into me, and I’m gone.
For a moment, I expect pain, but I realize that he used lubricant.
The memory is suffocating, but they start alternating strokes into my body, and all I can do is keep my hand over my mouth.
I scream out my pleasure as they fuck me hard and fast.
By the time they come, I am catatonic from how many orgasms they have forced out of me. They clean my body, and we resume lying on the bed with me squished between them, and I drift to sleep.
When I wake, sunlight is pouring into the camper as they have all the windows open.
It’s warm outside, but there is a fan on me as I stay curled under the blankets.
When I roll, I can see out one window and spot Brady and Luke sitting at the picnic table playing cards.
Luke looks up and smiles brightly when he sees me looking at them.
He nudges Brady, and they both get up and walk inside to where I am.
“Hey,” Brady says, climbing onto the bed to straddle me. I giggle when he leans down and kisses my forehead before kissing my lips. Luke moves to lie beside me and kisses me next.
“This is just so casual for you two,” I say.
“Well, I know what the inside of your asshole feels like,” Luke says with a shrug.
“Luke!” I gasp, and he laughs. “Can I get up?”
“You sure can,” Brady says as he pulls me up from the bed as he stands. I locate one of my bags on the small table in the kitchen area of the camper. I find my swimsuit and go into the small bathroom to get dressed. I’d just change out there, but all the windows are open.
When I get done, I step out and pull on my sundress sitting inside the top of the bag. “You look beautiful,” Brady says.
“Thank you. Is there a plan here, or are we just hiding out?”
“Our goal is to fuck you, and relax,” Luke says, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back to kiss me. “Is that okay with you?”
“Uhm… Yeah,” I say, and he smiles from inches away. When he kisses me again, it’s sweeter.
“So, let’s just relax,” Brady says. “Come outside, and we can start lunch.”
“Okay,” I say with a sweet smile.