Page 18 of Dirty Brothers
I inhale sharply through my nose and my skin begins to heat at the prospect of my stepbrothers hearing me come while I get fucked like a filthy little slut by my masked men. The memory of them sucking those marshmallows out of my ass and pussy has my core clenching.
I’d love to suck a marshmallow out of them.
“Do your worst,” I hiss, his low chuckle is the only answer I get before he grips my hair and uses that to lead me toward the living room. The moonlight streams through the windows casting enough light for me to see that the other two aren’t there waiting. I look at the second level to make sure no one is up there. Thankfully no one is awake. He tugs me forward by my hair and pushes me down onto the sofa.
I tilt my head back and stare up at him. “Tonight, we’re doing things differently,” he growls. When I see a shadow shift behind him, I move my head to peer around him and smile at the sight of another of my masked men, but where is the last one?
When the other guy comes to stand at his side, I shiver at the sight of them as memories of how they make me feel plays like a reel in my head.
“Strip,” the new guy says. I gingerly stand and do as he says, feeling both their gazes on me the entire time. My body is tight and coiled with need, my pussy pulsing painfully, begging for their touch to ease the ache inside me. I should hate that I don’t know their names or faces but I don’t. I keep picturing them as Justin, Kingston and Brayden. I fool myself into thinkingthat they even sound like them. These past weeks without the distraction of these masked strangers, I have fallen into a pit of despair, and been forced to face the longing and feelings I feel toward my stepbrothers. They have been the only people who can get me to smile, talk and even enjoy being around people.
I have feelings for them.
Strong fucking feelings that I shouldn’t have, but can’t deny.
“Hand me your thong,” the guy on the right says. I slowly peel it down my legs then gather it up and place it in his hand. He turns his back to me, then I see his mask raise to the top of his head and hear him inhale. A groan tumbles from his lips. “You smell fucking perfect, birdy. I’ve missed smelling your cunt,” he growls, then pushes his mask down and turns back to face me.
I reach back, unclasp my bra and allow it to slowly glide down my arms, loving that they are transfixed on my every move. Their stares set my blood ablaze and my core throbbing with need.
“On the sofa, now! Heels resting on the edge with your legs open. I want to see that cunt,” the left guy barks. I do as he says and I feel utterly exposed and vulnerable in this position, which is crazy considering the dirty things we have done. I mean, Jesus Christ, they sucked marshmallows out of my pussy and ass. “Show us how you play with that pussy.”
My eyes widen and my mouth parts in surprise. “W-what?”
“You heard him, play with that fucking cunt now while we watch,” the other snaps. My mouth is now drier than the fucking Sahara Desert. I was a virgin up until a couple of weeks ago and now I’m being asked to make myself come while they watch! I open my mouth to refuse their request but when I see movement on the second floor landing, I gasp at the sight of Brayden leaning against the railing, staring.
My skin burns and my breaths come in rapid pants as I lock eyes with him. Even in the dim lighting, I may not be able to see the hunger in those blue eyes of his but I can feel it. My masked men fade into the background as I focus on my stepbrother and slowly glide my hand down my body until I reach my pussy.
I release a moan and arch my chest forward as I push a single finger inside my tight, wet cunt. I envision it being Brayden’s finger inside me. I lift my free hand and cup my tit, twirling my nipple between my fingers. Feeling like a true vixen, I remove my finger and bring it to my mouth and suck the digit clean. Brayden’s mouth parts and then in a move I don’t expect, he pushes his sweats down and his cock springs free. He’shard.
I begin circling my clit, prompting him without words to stroke himself. A loud moan tumbles from my lips when he fists himself.
“You dirty bitch.” I jump in fright at the sound of my masked men’s voice. I had forgotten about them being here. I attempt to remove my hand but the guy on the right snaps his arm out and grips my wrist, keeping it in place. I meet his gaze with a raised brow.
“Don’t stop on our account, birdy. Keep putting on a show forhim.” His words have me sucking in a sharp inhale, my blood burns like liquid fire.
“Okay,” I breathe out. He releases my hand and steps back, allowing me control. I look between my two masked men before finally returning my gaze to Brayden. The sight of him fisting his cock and knowing I’m the reason he is rock fucking hard emboldens my movements.
I push two fingers inside my soaking-wet cunt and cry out, everything becoming white noise as I focus on my own pleasure. I forget about everything and the fact my dad is sleeping upstairs as I get lost in the sight of my stepbrother watching me finger fuck my pussy and getting off on the sight of it. I press the pad ofmy thumb against my clit, and arch my back as I start to tremble. I feel my orgasm building and I chase it. I need this!
“Come forhim,” one of the masked guys says and I do. I ride my fingers harder than a jockey rides a race horse and don’t try to fight off the waves of pleasure as they roll through me. Brayden’s name tears from my lips.
The aftershocks haven’t even finished before my hand is ripped from my pussy and is replaced by one of the masked men. He crouches down and lines his cock up with my entrance. I keep my gaze focused on Brayden the entire time as he pushes inside me, forcing me to cry out at the feeling of his pierced cock stretching me wide to accommodate his size.
EIGHTEEN
KINGSTON
Home.
That’s what it feels like sliding inside her after not being able to for weeks. I’ve missed the feeling of having her pressed against me and wrapped around me. Tonight, Justin and I told Bray we were punishing him and that he couldn’t play with us but the fucker can never be left out. Seeing him on the landing threw us for a second until Molly turned into a temptress.
She’s seen what each of us likes, she took to being restrained in my room like a queen. When we were in Justin’s room and said we wanted to record, she trusted us blindly to not post those videos anywhere. The real test was Brayden’s room. None of us knew how she would react to the kinky shit Bray is into but the girl is an anomaly. She was just as into a Colorado s’more as Bray was and I know for a fact she wants to do it again.
She got off on having him watch her as she got herself off.
Even with my cock inside her and her naked flesh pressed against me she still looks at him. I draw back and slam inside her. She screams and I wince.
“Put your dick in her mouth and shut her the fuck up!” I snap at Justin. He climbs on the sofa beside us and grips her chin, forcing her to break eye contact with Brayden and take his cockinto her mouth. She moans at the taste of my twin and wastes no time bobbing her head up and down. I spy Bray moving down the stairs and grit my teeth, the fucker isn’t supposed to be here!
