The Norton Brothers

by K. L. Fast

  “Oh,” I squeak out trying to fix it only to tighten it a little too tight and have my already short robe shorten more. I can feel the cool air on wet pussy lips. I blush even redder when he sees.

  “Fuck,” he growls making his way into my house. “Z, come,” he says in a low voice and his beautiful dog comes in behind him. He slams the door shut and my eyes widen. Oh God, he looks like he is about to eat me alive and my pussy has never been wetter.

  Chapter 3

  Ethan

  I told myself she might need her wallet tonight, that that was the only reason I came over here instead of waiting until tomorrow. That was a fucking lie. I can’t get her out of my head, and I have a need to see her. Then she opened the door in her barely there robe and I almost had a fucking heart attack. Any stupid fuck with a death wish could have seen her. After crowding her space and backing her into her house, I slammed the door behind me. It must have been a little too hard, judging by the now fleeting fear that was written across her face. Now she is looking at me with a hunger.

  “Ethan, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?” Her voice comes out breathlessly and my already hard cock about bursts.

  “You left your wallet on the reception desk,” I say gruffly. My eyes sweep across her body again on their own accord and I am irrationally pissed that she opened the door like that. She’s mine. Doesn’t she know that yet? She will by the time the night is over. Showing me her wet pussy sealed her fate. Her sweet cunt is about to be destroyed. No other man will ever do for her.

  “Oh, thank you,” she says holding her hand out for it, but I toss it on her couch instead.

  “Why are you dressed like that?” I demand.

  “Excuse me?” she asks incredulously.

  “You are answering the door in hardly any clothes. Anyone could have seen you,” I seethe. I know I need to dial it back, but it’s difficult. Her body is making me crazy. Like actually in-fucking-sane.

  “First of all, I am a grown ass woman, I can dress however I want. Not even my papa would try to dictate to me what I can and cannot wear. Second of all, I would not have opened the door if I didn’t know who it was, so calm your tits.” Her hard on inducing accent is thicker now that she’s yelling at me, but I am still staring at her visible pussy lips. They look swollen and wet. Ready for me to taste. Fuck. I am losing my mind.

  “Is there a third of all?” I ask.

  “No, I think the first two were plenty,” she says crossing her arms over her chest making her ample tits look even bigger. “Trou de cul,” she murmurs under her breath. Her movement has made her robe come completely open. It takes everything in me not to pull her down to the floor and fuck her.

  “It’s not polite to speak a language that your guest doesn’t speak,” I say after clearing my throat several times.

  “I said asshole. Besides, you are not really a guest, are you? I certainly didn’t invite you in,” she snaps.

  Daring to step closer to her, I pull her robe closed. I am leaning down about to kiss her when both dogs start barking like crazy. I jerk away from her, looking around for any sign of danger. Then I hear it.

  “Where is that water coming from, Genny?” I ask. Her eyes widen.

  “Merde,” she shouts rushing away from me. Of course, I follow. My French is minimal, but even I know “shit” when I hear it. She tears into the bathroom but it’s too late. Her bath has overflowed and flooded the bathroom and most of the carpeted floor in her bedroom. The air is scented with lavender and patchouli. It’s smells amazing, just like her. “Mon Dieu! What am I going to do?” she groans looking around at the disaster before us.

  “Where are your towels?” I demand. We need to get this up before it reaches an electrical socket. I kick my shoes and socks off. They are already soaked through.

  “In the hall closet,” she says wading through the water to get to the tub. She turns the faucet off and pulls the drain up. In the closet, I grab all the towels I see, including several beach towels. I toss those on the bed and use the other to spread around the tiled bathroom. She takes some getting down on her hands and knees. Her heart shaped ass peeks out at me. With every swipe of the towel, her pink pussy is bared to me. My mouth waters for her. There is a war chant coursing through my veins to claim her. I get down on the floor with her and start mopping up. When the bathroom is finally dry, I grab the beach towels from the bed and spread them out to soak up the waterlogged carpet.

  “Thank you for helping me. I got, um, a bit distracted.” Fuck, that was my fault.

  “I apologize for that,” I say honestly. “Do you have a fan?”

  “I do. It’s a box fan. My air conditioner didn’t work when I first moved in.

  “Perfect, that will help dry this out more.” I know that it will need to be replaced, but this will do for tonight. She pulls the fan out of her closet. Her robe is wet and clinging to her now. God, give me strength. I pray silently that I can control myself. Once the fan is going, we go back out into the living room. I pull my wet shirt off. At her sharp intake of breath, I stall. She licks her lips and her eyes roam my chest hungrily.

  “You’re soaked. Let me throw that stuff in the dryer,” she says, taking my shirt from my hands. Without thinking, I strip my khaki pants off and hand them to her as well. “Um, wow. Um. You don’t have any underwear on,” she says blushing.

  Looking down, I realize she is right. My hard cock is standing at attention, just for her. I hate boxers, and totally forgot that I wasn’t wearing any. I grab the plaid blanket from the back of her couch and wrap it around myself.

  “Sorry about that,” I say not really meaning it.

  “I’ll, uh, just put these in the dryer,” she says breathlessly.

  “Thank you,” I say, moving toward her, backing her against the front door. My pants drop at our feet as does the blanket. Her eyes meet mine and they are begging me, so I lean down and take her lips with mine. Her hands go around my neck and she melts into me.

  There is no fucking doubt in my mind that this girl is mine.

  Chapter 4

  Genny

  The minute his lips touch mine I am lost. I have been waiting for this kiss ever since I was a little girl. You know the kiss where your toes curl and your heart starts to beat a million miles a minute. The one where you feel like you have thousands of butterflies going off your stomach. His big strong hands go to my ass and he lifts me until I feel his hard cock between wet folds. I moan and wrap my legs around his waist. My hands go into his hair I tug on it slightly, he growls as my back hits the closed door. He breaks away from our kiss with a small nip to my bottom lip.

  "Fuck, I promise this isn't why I came here, Princess. I was going to take it slow." He shakes his head but doesn't stop trusting his hard cock between my pussy lips, the head rubbing against my clit just right. My nails dig into his shoulders.

  "Oh, that feels so good, Ethan. Don't stop. Please don’t stop." I beg. “I'm so close,” I whimper. He groans and he swirls his hips just right.

  "Should I make you come just like this? Hmm. Princess. Right before I fuck your ripe little cunt?" His voice comes out deeper and gruffer than before, it's so hot. All I can do is moan at his naughty words. I never thought I would like dirty talk but hell, it is so sexy when he does it. Am I supposed to tell him I'm a virgin, is that something people do? He circles his hips and hits just the right spot and my orgasm shatters through me and all thoughts leave my head. His hands tightened on my ass and he spreads me wide open then pulls back far enough for the head of his cock to push against my opening and slams inside me. He shatters through my virginity. I cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain. His mouth goes slack and he stalls halfway inside me. "Fuck! You’re a virgin? Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants shaking his head like he can’t believe it. With tears in my eyes, I nod gasping for breath.

  "Not anymore," I finally manage to say. He grins so that both of his dimples show, and I fall a little more in love with him.

 
"Mmm, right you are, Princess.” He kisses me until my pussy starts to relax and I sigh. He breaks away from our kiss and he drops his forehead on mine “Ready for the rest of me?" I nod my head and kiss him. “I am so ready.” My voice comes out breathlessly. He pulls almost all the way out of me until just the head of his cock is inside of me, then he slams back inside, his heavy balls hitting my ass. I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders and my legs tighten around his waist. He groans and starts pounding into my sensitive pussy.

  "Hell, I'm going to breed you so good this first time, Princess. You are mine. Only ever MINE," he growls low. I whimper, nodding my head He moves one of his hands up my side and pinches my nipple, thrusting into me hard and fast. I moan and my head falls back against the door. "Tell me, Gen. Tell me that you know you’re fucking mine," he growls, pinching my nipple again. My back bows and my pussy clamps down around his cock as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes through me.

  "Yes, yes. Only yours. Oh God, I'm coming Ethan," I scream. He roars and slams into me harder than ever. I feel his cock start to swell and then erupt inside me, rope after rope of his come fills my unprotected womb. His thrusts slow but his cock doesn't soften. He wraps one arm around my back and with the other squeezes my ass and he starts walking down the hallway.

  "Where are we going?" I moan against his neck. Every time he takes a step, his cock drives into me making me want him all over again.

  "The bedroom, Princess. I want to love you properly."

  "I don't know what you’re talking about, Ethan. I already feel thoroughly loved." He chuckles.

  "We are just getting started, Gen."

  I'm startled awake by a low whine then a sharp bark. Ethan and I made love three more times before he made me dinner in bed and then we both fell asleep, or so I though. I am still hearing the whining, so I crack my eyes open and see that Ethan’s side of the bed is empty and when I touch his pillow, its cold. He must have left right after I fell asleep. There is another whine and a sharp bark. Now that I am awake, I can tell that Zeus is making the noise. What the fuck? I grab my phone and make my way into the living room. The lamp is on and Ethan is tossing and turning on the couch. I walk a little closer and hear him mumble something that I can't quite make out. Zeus whines again and half climbs onto the couch, laying half of his body on Ethan’s. He is still thrashing on the couch; I watch in amazement as Zeus half climbs the rest of the way on top of him and licks his face.

  “NO!” he shouts shitting up into a sitting position on the couch. From here, I can’t tell if he is still asleep or not. Zeus sits on the floor and puts his paw on Ethan’s knee. I gasp and his head pops up. His eyes are unfocused, and he is breathing heavy. “Fuck, I was hoping that if I slept out here you wouldn’t wake up when I had one of my inevitable nightmares. I should leave.”

  “I don't want you to leave.” He looks down at his feet and pets Zeus.

  “Good boy.” I walk over to the couch until I am standing in between his thighs.

  “Are you okay?” I ask running my hands through his hair. He wraps his arms around me and lets out a shaky breath and shakes his head.

  “No, I am really not. I wish you didn't have to see this part of me. You are too perfect to be a part of the shit show that my life is.” His voice is full of self-loathing.

  Doesn't he know that I don't want to be anywhere else? That I just want to be his. I climb onto his lap and wrap my body around his. He squeezes me so tight; I can barely breathe but he is shaking so bad that I don't care. All I can think about is making whatever is hurting him on the inside go away.

  “Hey, shh. It's okay, love. I’m right here I'm not going anywhere.” I whisper in what is hopefully a soothing manner. Hugging him as tight as I can, he buries his face into my neck and holds me close. I run my hands through his hair and down his back. I don't say anything until his shaking has stopped and his breathing has returned to normal. “Do you want to talk about it?” He pulls slightly away until he is looking into my eyes.

  “Are you sure you want to hear it? It's not pretty. It’s ugly and brutal.” His voice comes out gruff. I nod my head and kiss him softly.

  “Tell me.” I want to know his demons so maybe one day I can help take them away.

  Chapter 5

  Ethan

  The dream was the same as always. Desert, blood, sand, bodies, children crying, women dying. It’s hard to snap out of it, but this is the fastest I ever have. Seeing her standing in front of me calmed me better than Zeus ever has. I can’t believe how much I love her.

  Shit! The one thing I didn't want was for her to see me like this. Broken and alone. I hate myself right now, but she deserves to know what the hell is going on and I realize that I am not alone anymore. Though there are some things I will never tell her, I will tell her what I can.

  "When I was in Afghanistan, I was with a special division of the Army that the government denies the existence of. But I assure you it is very real. It was a walking nightmare. I've seen things no one should ever see. I've done things in the name of this country that I'm not proud of, but it's kept this part of the world safe. Not without a price though. The shame of it all gets to me. Every time I close my eyes, I see what I did. What my men did. Over and over with no end in sight." I watch her face for any signs of disgust but all I see is adoration.

  "Have you seen someone about it? You know, a professional?" she asks, her voice calm and sounding so sweet. Her hands have stopped rubbing my back and are now on my biceps.

  "Once a week for five years. Since I got Zeus. I don't plan on stopping anytime soon either," I tell her the truth she might as well know what the fuck she is signing up for.

  "Then I'm sure you've heard it all, but I just want to say that your job or your love for this country doesn't define you. You don't have to feel ashamed for doing your job. A job that has kept us safe. I don't presume to know what you went through, and you don’t have to tell me any more than you have, but I firmly believe it was for the greater good. I think you can let your demons go. Let yourself go. I'm not going anywhere." She kisses me softly.

  "I love you," I say after listening to her emphatic speech. How could I not? She's beautiful, caring, and amazing. She stops running her hands through my hair and stares at me tears in her eyes her bottom lip trembling.

  "I love you too," she says her accent thick.

  "Let me take you back to bed," I say softly. Standing with her in my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

  “Oui, Mon cœur,” she answers breathlessly.

  “God damn that accent, Princess. It makes my cock so hard.” I growl. How did I not notice she was still naked from earlier?

  “That’s a good thing, non?” She asks.

  “Very good thing, Gen.” She giggles and kisses my neck.

  Back in the bedroom, I toss her down on the bed. She immediately spreads her thighs and runs her fingers through her folds. Standing at the foot of the bed, I watch her while stroking my cock.

  “Come to bed, Etan. Stop teasing me with that monster.”

  “I am not teasing you baby. I am enjoying the show. Keep playing with that cunt. I can see how wet you are from here,” I grunt. Fuck this, I have to taste her. I crawl on the bed and kiss up her thighs until I reach her pussy. She’s like a drug. One hit and I am addicted.

  “Etan,” she moans. “Je t'aime, n'arrête pas,” she cries out. Her chanting is coursing through my veins. It doesn’t take a master linguist to figure out what she is saying. When she comes, I lift up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moans and flips me over.

  “It’s my turn,” she says, kissing down my chest before gripping my cock. She licks the head softly before pulling as much of my length in her warm, wet mouth as she can. Her mouth is amazing. Almost as amazing as her pussy. Since I have every intention of breeding her as soon as possible, I pull out of her mouth. “Ce n'est pas juste,” she pouts.

  “You can taste it after I’v
e knocked you up good,” I grunt, putting her on her back.

  “Promise?” The little minx grins up at me.

  “It’s a guaran-damn-tee,” I say lining my cock up with her opening. Before sliding inside of her, I dip my head down and kiss her lips. “This is only the beginning,” I say before slamming into her.

  “Mon Dieu,” she moans.

  Leaning down to her ear, I kiss the sensitive skin there. “I am so lucky you are mine,” I whisper while fucking into her. She shivers and her pussy clenches around me.

  “I’m the lucky one,” she replies whimpering.

  “Come for me, Genevieve. Drench my cock,” I demand. Pinching her hard nipples again and she goes off like a rocket, screaming my name.

  “Etan, Etan. Come inside me. Give me babies. All the babies.”

  I have no choice but to fill her again and again. I will never get enough of her or her pussy. She was made for me. I’ll give her all the babies she can fucking handle.

  When I pull out of her and move to my side of the bed. She cuddles into my side. I am about to call on all my knowledge of ninth grade French and tell her exactly how I feel.

  “Tu es la plus belle fille que j'ai jamais vue,” I say kissing her forehead. She really is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

  “Tu es l'homme le plus beau que j'ai jamais vu,” she replies sleepily.

  I am fairly sure I know what she said. She’s asleep again and I don’t know if I should stay here or go back out to the couch. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. Eventually, both Milo and Zeus climb on her king size bed and curl up at our feet. For the first time since I got home from the Army, I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in years.