Page 91 of Twisted Bonds
Surprisingly, Dad has let me be the one to primarily take care of Ryan since leaving the cabin. Although she's wanted both of us close on the ride back, I'm the one who held her in my arms and I'm the one now carrying her from the chopper to the house.
"Oh, thank God! I have been so worried!" My mom meets us at the top of the steps.
"You don't have to worry about us. We are grown fucking men and can take care of ourselves." Dad scowls, and I'm taken aback by the tone of his voice.
"I was talking about Ryan, Bain." Mom glares at him.
"Oh? That wasn't your tone yesterday before we left to go get her," my dad states, but he doesn't elaborate, and quite frankly, I'm relieved. The last thing Ryan needs is anyone quarreling about her.
"She's going to be okay," I say softly as we pass her, and she nods.
Ryan's eyes are closed, but I know she isn't sleeping. She's never been comfortable around my mother because of her relationship with my father. She thinks my mother doesn't like her, and although I don't know my mother's exact feelings, I do know she doesn'thateher. It will take time foreveryone involved to get used to the new dynamics, but again, we will deal with that another day.
I take Ryan straight to her room. My father has gone ahead of us to turn down the bed so I can lay her down as soon as I get there. We both tuck her in, but when we try to leave, she grabs each of our hands and winces because the movement is too quick.
"Ryan…you have to be careful," I remind her.
"I keep forgetting…"
"What do you need, baby?"
"You. I need both of you. Please, lay with me. I need to feel you both against me." The way her pleading eyes glance back and forth between my dad and I makes it hard to say no.
After giving my father a look, I nod and crawl into the bed on her right side while Dad takes her left. "Is that better, pretty girl?"
She smiles back at my father's use of her nickname and nods. "Yes. It's perfect."
Ryan is right. It is perfect lying here with her snuggled between my dad and me. I've never felt such a peacefulness as I feel right now. We are home, Ryan is back with us, and our family is now whole. What more can I ask for?
Fifty
Ryan
"Just five more, baby. You've been such a good girl," Beau tells me as his fingers slide in and out of me.
"Oh, God… I'm going to come…" I pant as another kiss from the whip laps at my back.
"Uh-uh, naughty girl," Beau teases and pulls his fingers from my now dripping pussy. "Daddy Bain didn't say you could come, now did he?"
"Please!" I beg.
"Awe, is this greedy little slut needing attention? Is she an attention whore as much as she is a cock whore?" Beau slaps my pussy.
"Yes!"
"Yes what?" Bain asks from behind me where he breaks from bringing the whip down.
"Yes, she’s an attention whore just as much as she’s a cock whore… please!"
"You’re such a good girl, Ry-Ry. Look." Beau pulls his cock out and strokes it a few times. "Do you see what you do to me?"
I whimper and lick my lips, but that only makes Beau snicker. "Look at you, baby. You’re salivating at the mouth like a bitch in heat."
This is the third time the father/son duo has edged me since my session started, and I'm in desperate need of a release like the desperate whore they want me to be. This is what they do; they gang up on me and tease me untilI can't take it anymore, and only then do they allow me to find that euphoric place that my body craves each time I'm with them.
It's been a month since I've returned, and things are going well. It's strange being with the two of them like this. For the first few weeks, they traded back and forth; I was like a child in the middle being passed from parent to parent, only it was from lover to lover.
I remember the first week and a half after coming back, I was really sore with bruised ribs. Everyone doted on me, which made me uncomfortable, especially when Chloe was thrown into the mix. I slept in Beau's bed that first night, but the second night, Bain carried me to his room; I fought him over it, but in the end, he won out.
