Page 35 of Smoke the Enemy

“How was that?” he asks against my lips.

Soren calls out. “Praise be. That was beautiful, Brother Steffan.”

“We’re going to hell.” I groan, ashamed of how wet I just got over that little performance.

“Nonsense,” Steffan assures me. “Just a couple of youngsters singing about our joy while stringing popcorn.” He slides over to my side and throws his arm on the couch behind me.

“That wasnothow I remember singing the song.”

“Music is meant to be expressed differently…we just choose our own way,” Soren tells me.

“God doesn’t care how you sing it as long as you do it with passion.” Steffan can barely hide his amusement. “Soren. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to admit something that nobody knows. Like what’s your greatest fear?”

“Fuck you,” Soren growls.

“That’s an easy one.” I try to comfort him. “I’ll do it. I feel dirty and kind of selfish for wanting two brothers. I was actually getting jealous that y’all might’ve went to a party with other girls. And… I want to be stronger as a person, in my faith, and in my heart. I don’t want to cower behind any aspects of life.”

Soren stares at me for a long moment. His chest rises and falls as his eyes study me. “You and Steffan are all I care about. Sometimes it scares me to think about who I would become if I were to lose either one of you. I like sharing your body, but…” He reaches out and twists a strand of my hair around his finger. “I want your heart and mind for myself. I don’t want anyone to have the most intimate parts of you — and I don’t mean your pussy. The parts only someone who really knows and owns you would have privilege to. I want your fears, thoughts, laughs, joys, I want your soul, Taylor.” Without releasing my hair or taking his eyes off me, Soren speaks to Steffan. “Truth or dare, Steff.”

“Dare.”

Still not breaking eye contact, he holds up his string of popcorn. “I dare you to string Taylor up with popcorn. Naked. Both of you.”

My cheeks flame with heat. “Okay.” I pause briefly, a small amount of anxiety rippling through me. “Before we do this, I just want you both to know that I’m clean and I’m on the pill.” I glance at Soren and see him pause. “You took my virginity,” my eyes flick to Steffan, “And I’ve only been with both of you. It seems late having this conversation but I just had to get that out into the universe.”

Soren tugs on my hair so I’m facing him. “I’m clean. Steffan is clean. And from now on, Little Mouse, we’ll be the only ones you ever let into your body again. If you weren’t on birth control, we’d have gotten you on it. I don’t plan on spreading my cum anywhere but in you or on you.”

Soren releases my hair and stands up with me. He begins stripping. This might be a dare, but the game is effectively over. Steffan only has to remove his boxers, so he comes over to help me undress. He takes his time leisurely gliding his hands over my body.

Once I’m stripped, they both begin taking the salty and buttery popcorn strings and weaving them around my body and between my legs. Soren loops it several times gently around my neck. While Steffan makes sure to place it between my thighs.

“Spread those pretty lips,” Soren commands.

“Both of them,” Steffan chuckles.

They both wind it between my lips. “I’m feeling hungry.” Steffan runs his nose along my thigh.

“How are you going to get out of this? Are you trapped, Little Mouse?” Soren nips at a piece of popcorn laying across on my cheek.

My knees buckle at the sensation of having both of them here, both of them obviously wanting me, but Steffan is there to catch me. He guides me to lie down on the blanket. Slowly they lick and nip along my skin. Steffan begins eating the popcorn from between my legs, while Soren focuses solely around my neck and breasts. The popcorn near my mouth begins to soften from my saliva so I chew it away.

Soren begins to become impatient. He grabs me by the throat and crushes the popcorn, then licks all the salt left behind off my skin. He slides his hand behind my back and pulls on the string between my ass cheeks. I moan as I feel the popcorn tickle and slide along my most forbidden hole. Steffan continues to suck on my clit and eat popcorn from around the front. Without warning, Steffan smacks my ass and growls between my lips. “Don’t close your legs. Remain wide open for us.”

Soren laughs darkly and tugs on the string again. I can’t help it. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. This time Steffan nips my clit and I whimper. His large hands force my thighs back open, and this time he takes my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. My legs quiver with anticipation of what all they’re going to do to me. I don’t have to wonder long as Steffan sticks two fingers inside me.

“She’s absolutely gushing.” Then he rubs his fingers coated in my juices along my back hole. “So naughty. You like to listen to your little church songs before you get fucked, don’t you?”

“Steffan…” I gasp. “Please don’t bring that up.”

Soren takes his big dick and rubs his pre-cum along my breasts. “Sshh, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend around us. Tell us. Tell us all the sinful things you want us to do. If you beg and worship our dicks, we might just reward you.”

“Sing our praises, Little Mouse. Your whimpers and moans are music to my ears,” Steffan tells me before flattening his tongue and going from one end of me to the other.

Pleasure ripples through me and I cry out so loud both brothers laugh.Assholes.Soren twists my nipple and tells Soren. “I think she found the joy, brother.”

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