Page 10 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

The stinging burn on her ass added to the stinging burn in her butt as Chris pressed past her tight rings to slip the head of the plug into her.

Then the strangest thing happened.

Chris started to squeeze the plug nestled at her entrance, and a thick, lubricating substance filled her ass. It was warm and somehow comforting because when Chris pushed in more, he managed to slide inside her easily enough, although that didn’t lessen her frantic, exhaustive breathing as he stretched her. The plug wasn’t even that big, and she was saying that as a virgin.

But then….

Noooo. No. No. No.

She had picked the wrong box after both she and Andrea had decided they were not going to be aroundthosekinds of butt plugs, whether they were using them as props or for personal home use.

The wrong box that she picked was flavored Santa Claus butt plugs. Flavoring it made it sound great. It wasn’t.

And then she felt the burn. Her eyes started to tear. She used all her force to try to get away, but failed.

What had put them off the flavored Santa Claus butt plugs was the ginger oil the plug released when squeezed. And apparently, and now she could confirm, ginger oil burned like a motherfucker.

She howled and hissed and begged them to take it out of her.

“Come clean, and we’ll consider helping you,” Shaw said at the same moment that Chris squeezed a little more into her just because he could.

“Okay, fine. I was angry with you. You hurt my feelings when you rejected me, and I can’t get over it. It stung, and it still stays with me two years later. You broke my heart.”

The silence that enveloped her made her want to disappear into thin air. Here she was pouring her heart out yet again, and it looked like they were going to reject her all over again.

“Why did we break your heart, Lindsay?” Rhys asked hoarsely.

“Because I love you and you don’t love me.”

She regretted saying that the instant the last word left her mouth. When was she going to stop doing and saying stupid things in front of them?

“You broke my heart, and there’s nothing I can do to mend it,” she cried, unable to stop now.

She loved them so unconditionally, and she didn’t even know why, but she did. And they couldn’t return that love.

“Fuck.”

She heard their chorused oaths in between the flood of her tears.

“Please, please, make this burn go away,” she sobbed.

Shaw came into peripheral vision, and she watched him throw a bottle of lube to Chris, who had already removed the plug from her ass, but the burn seemed to be catching fire with every breath she took.

She didn’t need to see behind her to know that Chris was lubing up his cock over the edible paint.

Shaw dropped down to his haunches before her and cupped her face.

“Ah, fuck, Lindsay. It was always you. Always you.”

She glanced at him through her thick tears. What was he saying?

“The only reason we sent you away was because you were too young and we didn’t want to taint your innocence. You were also our best friends’ little sister, and you came with an automatic hands-off label.

“Do you know what agony we go through every fucking day and night just thinking about you? Consoling ourselves that we’ve done the right thing?”

Lindsay shook her head to make sure she wasn’t taking in things that weren’t being said. She knotted her brows and concentrated really hard.

It was always you. Always, only you.

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