Page 7 of Beautiful Revenge

It’sthe middle of the night when there’s a soft tapping on our bedroom door before Briar walks in. Mom gave her a key to the front door a year or so ago so she could come, day or night, if she needed a safe place, but this is the first time she’s used it.

“Princess,” I sigh, sitting up and reaching for the light.

“No. Please leave it off. I just—I need you guys,” she whispers, and Dylan mumbles something before sitting up.

“Brie,” he says, greeting her with his gentle voice.

“I really just need you guys tonight. Can we fit into one bed, maybe? I need to feel safe.” Her voice breaks, and I just know that whatever happened after we left was worse than what we witnessed.

“Sure, princess. Come on. You too, Dyl.” I move to the edge of my bed that’s against the wall, turning on my side to give the two of them enough room.

It’s a double bed, so it’s going to be a snug fit, but we’ll both give her whatever she needs. Always.

“Thanks,” she whispers, sniffling as she curls her body against me, rubbing her thigh against my dick. I hiss out before I can stop it.

“Sorry,” I mumble, moving my hips a bit so she doesn’t feel the effect she’s having on me.

I mean, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I know she won’t quite understand what’s happening because she doesn’t know a lot about sex and things at her age. Not to mention the fact that this thing attached to me seems to have a mind of its own.

It’s weird though. Even when I’m watching porn to get off, I don’t feel as good as what the internet says I’m supposed to. I think it’s a lie, but whatever. Point is… the princess doesn’t need to know about things like that.

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