Page 137 of Stepbrothers

Trig shifted from one foot to the other. He couldn’t disguise the bulge in his pants.

“Pretty though this is, it also needs to go.” Hugh gently cupped her breasts over her bra, then he released the front clasp, and it fell open.

She was naked from the waist up. Coolness washed over her flesh, and her nipples tightened.

“Mmm, yes, that’s what we need.” Hugh slipped his hands beneath the orbs of her breasts. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, toying with them. “Nice and hard.”

She quivered beneath his touch the way she always did. And having Trig and Parker watching sent an extra shot of arousal into her system. “Hugh,” she managed, leaning back onto him.

His chin rested at her temple, and the heat from his chest warmed her.

“That’s it, keep working her nipples,” Trig said. “Parker, you gonna show her the present?”

Parker licked his lips. “Yup.” Stepping forward, he tugged the lid off the box.

Clarice stared at the gift. Set on a pillow of red satin were two golden clips, like pegs, that were attached by a small link chain of about fifteen centimeters.

“What is it?” she asked.

“You’ll see.” Trig moved closer then stooped and took her right nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm…” She ran her hand into his hair as the heat shimmied over her flesh.

He sucked and flicked her nipple with his tongue, and the stimulation was a hotwire to her pussy, making her clench and dampen. All thoughts of the gift slipped away.

“Good idea,” Parker said and copied Trig’s action.

“Oh, yes…yes…” She closed her eyes and rested back on Hugh.

“That’s it,” Hugh murmured. “Let us turn you on.”

“I’m already…turned on,” she managed. “Fuck…” She locked her knees and rested a hand on Trig’s head.

They were each feasting on her in the most delicious of ways, tugging her nipples, gently biting, working them to stiff peaks.

“Is that as hard as they go, do you think?” Trig pulled back.

Hugh pinched her right nipple. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

Parker released her and straightened. He took the gift from the box, before dropping the box onto the bedside table.

He held it up, the two clamps pinched between his fingers. “Have you seen one of these before?”

“No.” Though she now had a good idea of what it was.

“Which makes this all the more perfect as a gift,” Trig said, still tweaking her right nipple. “Put it on, Parker.”

“Will do.” He squeezed one clip, and its rubber-coated mouth opened. “This might be unpleasant at first, but I assure you, these are some of the gentlest nipple clamps on the market.”

She swallowed, and her hand tightened on Hugh’s forearm which was wrapped around her waist, keeping her trapped against him. “I’m not sure…I…”

“Trust us,” Hugh whispered. “You know we’ll make it good for you.” His hard-on was growing against her rear. He was enjoying himself, enjoying carrying out what they’d obviously planned.

“Here we go.” Parker set a clamp on her right nipple.

It squeezed her taut flesh, and she screwed up her eyes when a bite of pain caught her breath.

“Breathe,” Hugh said. “Breathe through it, soon it will feel awesome.” He plucked at her other nipple, keeping it rigid and erect. “They both will.”

---