by Jess Bentley
“Which part?”
He slides his track pants down to his ankles. His cock is stiff and ready, already at attention.
“The whole thing, Libby. Every inch.”
“You have already had every inch,” I smile.
“Oh, no,” Cass interrupts. “There is still so much more we haven’t done yet.”
My eyebrows go up and my center twists with anticipation. Cass kicks his track pants to the laundry basket in the corner and stares at me brazenly, his eyes glittering with lust, his mouth open as he stares past my skin and into my body.
“Show me,” I whisper.
He holds out a hand, and I cross the room to him, suddenly more shy. When I take his hand, he draws it to his lips, kissing my palm, fluttering his tongue against my hand in a ticklish, sensual way.
“Just do everything I say,” he murmurs.
Will flanks my other side, taking my other hand. His kisses are tender, but with a bite. He likes to show me his teeth, to draw designs with the pressure that last for minutes, sometimes hours. I adore his love bites. Sometimes I wish they were permanent.
I know this dance. They will move my body in the ways that suit them. They will draw sounds and emotions from me I never knew I had. All I have to do is submit. Not like a victim, but like a treasure. Something being carried away. Something being adored.
Tugging me toward the bed, Will kisses underneath my jaw, burning a line from my earlobe to my nipple. My body shivers in delight, sending racing courses of goosebumps from my scalp down to my ankles.
I fall next to him, arching and undulating under his touch, letting my fingers wander off over his sculpted flesh. Every time he moves, I can feel the muscles underneath: bicep, trapezius, deltoid, mastoid. Every one perfect in its precise shape and size.
Behind me, Cass pushes my hair off the back of my neck so he can drag his tongue down the furrow of my spine. I feel his strong, thick tongue tracing each vertebrae to my tailbone, then farther. He opens my legs with his hands as his tongue swipes up and down the cleavage between my buttocks.
Will’s lips are sweet and strong. I could kiss him for hours. I have kissed him for hours. I open my mouth wide as he thrusts his tongue inside, mimicking the motion of his cock. I can envision it so clearly, my body spasms unintentionally. I know it is coming.
But Cass has a surprise for me. I hear the squeak of a bottle opening, then feel a cool, luxurious abundance of moisture on my asshole. He spreads a generous amount between my cheeks, so much that I can feel it sliding down my thighs. His fingers splash through the lubrication, spreading it everywhere.
In response, I relax, knowing that he will slide a finger into my dark hole any second. I never knew it felt so good, but now I crave it. I love that sense of fullness.
Pushing back against him, I want to invite him to probe me now. Now, while Will’s tongue is in my mouth, while Will’s cock is still pressed against my belly instead of between my thighs. Just my ass, I want Cass to take it.
“Yeah, you want that,” he mutters, reading my mind.
But what I feel is not his finger. His cock slides between my thighs, then slips between my ass cheeks. It’s so thick, I feel myself pull away.
“No,” he grabs me firmly, squeezing my thigh in his hand. “Give it to me, Libby. You know you want to.”
“It’s too big,” I object meekly.
“Not for you, sweetheart,” he continues in a hot whisper against the back of my neck. “It was made for you.”
As if to prove his point, Cass slips a finger past my pucker, then two immediately after. His fingers slide easily in and out of me and I feel myself open up, grasping for more.
“You see? You’re begging for it.”
Two fingers, I am almost certain. They pump in and out, slowly, stretching me a little wider. Then three. Three fingers in my ass all at once.
Slowly, I acclimate. It feels uncomfortable at first, like it’s going to be too much, but then my body adjusts. I go from thinking it’s too much to thinking it is not enough. I press back against him, craving more. Wanting it all deeper.
Will kisses me hard, sucking my breath away as Cass’s finger fucks my asshole. Will’s fingers twist my nipples gently, adding another layer of sensation to baffle my defenses.
When Cass’s dick slides between my ass cheeks again, I am more than ready for it. I know he was right. I need that fat cock in my ass.
“Ohhhhhh, Libby,” he grunts in my ear as he shifts his weight.
The fingers retreat, replaced by what feels like a fist. It is so fat, it just pushes against my ass, stretching me slowly. But he doesn’t give up or retreat. His breath is hot in my ear as he slides ever so slowly past the first tight ring.
It seems impossible, but then he is in me. I feel the tissues snap around him, hear his gasp of relief and lust.
Not too fast, he starts to thrust. Just a little bit at a time, he pushes deeper, then pulls back. I feel my fear melting away with each inch that he invades.
“You got some for me?” Will asks me suddenly.
I open my eyes, so overwhelmed with sensation that at first I don’t understand. But his fingers dance over my pussy, sliding into my vagina, running along the back wall to meet the mass of his brother’s cock, just a thin membrane away.
It seems impossible, but I know what he’s going to do. Cass holds steady, his arms trembling with the effort to restrain himself. Will bites my lower lip as he angles himself beneath me, then slides his cock into my pussy, stuffing me with an obscene amount of dick.
But it is just the right amount. They work in unison, guiding my hips for leverage, holding me tight so that everything works the way it should.
I can feel the passage where they almost touch each other, but not exactly. After this slow first thrust, they begin to work more quickly, drawing out and leaving me empty, then thrusting forward together, filling me back up, driving me to madness.
My mind shatters into a million pieces. I can’t begin to explain everything I’m feeling, but I know that I am safe, that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Sweating, turning, balanced in synchrony, our bodies piston together in an impossible combination. Both dicks plunging into me, my body welcoming and satisfying both of them.
In a short time, I find my hips pulsing to help them along. I can clench just a little bit and sense their surprise, the gradual shattering of their control. When it seems like I can’t take any more, they both hilt themselves, fucking me so deep I think I will split. Hot cum douses my insides, splashing to the end of the void and then making its way back out.
Astonished, I hold them both as they shudder and empty themselves into me. These giant animals. These magnificent men. They have shown me so much trust and brought me to places I could never have imagined.
I thought I knew what this would be like. I thought I had seen everything a person could see. Curious and willing to explore, I imagined I was the sort of person who had done the research needed to understand what fucking was really about.
But I had no idea. This is the real thing. Not pictures. Not pretty and lit by professionals. Real, sweaty, grunting, desperate. Trusting. Daring.
I am warm in their arms. So safe.
Chapter 23
Will
Libby stands proudly in front of the mirror, squinting at her new dress, smoothing it over her hips with her palms.
“I think you missed a spot,” Cass interrupts, grinning.
“What? Are you serious?”
I punch him on the shoulder, hard enough to make a difference.
“No, I was kidding!” he objects. “On a related note, I would like to file a complaint.”
“Jeez, don’t mess with me,” she fusses, scowling.
I hold her from behind, trapping her hands in mine, forcing her to stand still against me for just a moment. I can feel her heartbeat through her back, fluttering like a caged bird.
“It’s going to be fine,” I assure her.
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br /> Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.
“You know? It’s going to be weird.”
She’s probably right. No point in arguing with her.
Cass gets her bag into the Jeep and we all climb in like some kind of field trip. The sun is bright, but clouds are hanging low in the west, promising a change in the weather later today.
It’s not a long drive. We make it in silence and pass the guard station.
I see the door open as we pull into the driveway and I yank the emergency brake, cutting the engine so that Cass and I can scramble to attention before Colonel Warner gets to the driveway.
Libby scrambles from the back seat, leaping to greet him with her arms out.
“Liberty Jane!” he proclaims, scooping her up in a crushing embrace.
Cass and I pretend not to watch, but of course we do. We remain at attention, eyes fixed to the horizon. She kicks her heels delightedly. He swings her in a half circle before setting her down.
Liberty Jane. I love that name.
His demeanor changes completely as he approaches us. We snap automatic salutes, pausing until he completes his before dropping our arms.
“At ease,” he commands us.
Tension fills the air as he walks back and forth in front of us, his jaw clenched.
“Didn’t think I would be running into you boys today,” he says.
“Yes, sir.”
“Anything to report?”
“Daddy,” Libby interrupts, reaching out to slip her hand into his. “I have a lot to tell you.”
Colonel Warner pauses, then drops his gaze to smile at her. He would have every right to make today very difficult for us, but clearly he is choosing not to.
“Boys,” he says instead of goodbye as he follows Liberty into the house.
Liberty Jane. I’m going to have to remember to call her that.
“Jesus,” Cass sighs when he is out of earshot. “That was stressful.”
“We are probably lucky he didn’t make it worse,” I remark as I hop back into the driver’s seat. “You think we should stay? Provide backup?”
“Nah,” he shakes his head. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”
Epilogue
Libby
The pots bubble on the stove, filling the kitchen with steam and a dizzying combination of aromas. Reaching overhead, I flip the exhaust fan on and listen to the white noise for a few moments, trying to organize my mental list.
Cake. Chili. Chili condiments. Bread in the oven. Pasta salad. Green salad. The two-foot submarine sandwich from the deli around the corner.
What else. What else? I know there is something.
Cass lounges in the living room, leaning back on the sofa with his heels on the coffee table. I sweep around the perimeter of the room, snapping to get his attention.
“Hey! You said you were going to get the extra chairs from the basement!”
He leaps to his feet and grins sheepishly because I caught him slacking. “Yes ma’am!”
“And don’t call me ma’am!” I call after him as he disappears through the basement door.
“Anything I can do?” Will asks gently, or maybe carefully is the right word. “I mean, before you yell at me? Just tell me now, and I will do it.”
“I would love it if you would set the table,” I answer gently.
That is how I have to do it. Remember to be gentle. Remember to be nice. They are always nice to me. It’s not their fault that I’m so damn uncomfortable right now.
Actually, you know what? It kind of is their fault.
Snow falls gently outside the front window, obscuring the front lawn from view. But I don’t see any new tracks, so I don’t think anyone is here yet. I still have time.
I head back to the kitchen, crossing Will’s path as he carries a stack of plates to the dining room.
“It’s all under control,” he smiles reassuringly.
Is it? Probably. And even if it is isn’t, what is the point in worrying about it? It’s not the Super Bowl. It’s just a normal, family dinner. Just regular Sunday stuff, like people do all over the world.
The exhaust fan is doing a good job of clearing the steam from the kitchen so I can breathe. When it gets too humid, I feel like there is no room in my body for my breath. I have to raise my arms over my head to get just a little extra room for my lungs.
And I have to be careful. I can’t climb up on the counters. I can’t carry the big slow cooker by myself. There is just no damn room.
A sudden jolt nearly doubles me over, reminding me comically of yet another thing I can’t do. I can’t go more than forty-five minutes without a trip to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I hear you, I hear you,” I murmur to my belly, drawing my palm across the impossibly swollen surface. It doesn’t even look like me. I’ve been invaded by aliens.
Two aliens, to be specific. Twins. Who could have guessed it?
As I hobble to the bathroom, waddling shamelessly, I have to laugh at myself. Stop and smell the roses, after all. I mean, it won’t be like this for much longer. And honestly, I don’t want to forget a moment of it.
As I wash my hands, I hear the front door open and voices in the foyer. Without waiting, Mona dashes down the hallway to bang on the bathroom door.
“I’m in here!” I announce.
“I know! Why do you think I’m knocking? Let me in!”
“Don’t you have any sense of privacy—”
The words disappear on my tongue. She is holding up one hand, fingers splayed. In the middle of her hand, a huge diamond glitters in the center of a bright gold band.
“What! What is that?” I exclaim.
“It is happening!” she squees, shoving her way into the tiny bathroom with me and slamming the door shut.
I’m jealous as she hops up onto the bathroom counter with ease, not even thinking twice.
“Tell me! When did he ask you?”
She rolls her eyes for dramatic effect. “Just yesterday! We went on one of those tourist tours, you know? Through Manhattan with all of the teenager field trippers and Germans and Japanese trying to get to the Empire State building? You know?”
I nod tightly. “You bet I do. I can’t wait to do stuff like that again.”
For a moment she pauses, pouting. Her hands reach out to pat me gently on my gigantically swollen abdomen.
“I need you boys to hurry up and get the hell out of there, you hear me?” she hollers at the twins in my womb. “Your mama and I have a lot of margaritas to catch up on. Double time!”
“Boy, do we ever! Margaritas sound absolutely delicious,” I sigh hungrily, practically able to taste the crushed salt on the rim of the glass.
“All in due time, sweet cheeks,” she pouts reassuringly. “I promise! It will happen!”
“I know, I know…” I say for the millionth time. “But enough about me. You went to the top of the Empire State building?”
“Oh! Right! So we just move along, doing our tourist thing, and we get to the binocular things? Whatever you call them? The ones where you put money in and then you can see the Statue of Liberty and stuff?”
“Oh yeah, classic.”
“Isn’t it, though? Well, he pushes me toward one machine in particular, but it won’t work. I put in another quarter, and it still doesn’t work. I start banging on top… No dice. Apparently I was making quite a spectacle of myself, because security came over!”
“Did you get ejected from the Empire State building? Please say yes. That would totally make my day.”
“Well… No. Sorry. It was all part of the plan! The security guard came over and gave the machine a good punch, and the thing cleared up, but when I looked through it, there was a note at the end! And the note said, Will You Marry Me? And I pretty much just lost my everlovin’ mind right on the spot! Isn’t that beautiful?”
“Aww, sweetie! It really is! I am so happy for you.”
She gazes down at her hand, twisting it so the rock catches the
light. It’s kind of huge, really. More than I would’ve guessed.
But Mona is obviously over the moon. It all worked out just the way she wanted it.
“Okay, let’s get you off your feet, big mama!” she announces. “This bathroom is tiny!”
When we reenter the dining room, the guys are apparently all sharing the news too. Carson flashes Mona a sweet, sincere smile. She lights up all over again like a bank of fireworks.
“It smells good. Are you making chili?”
“You know it… I have had such a craving for chili for the last month! I feel like I could eat it every day.”
“That’s because you’re having twins,” she offers sagely as she walks into the kitchen.
Immediately she grabs a spoon from the rack and starts tasting everything, smacking her lips together appreciatively. She doesn’t re-season every single dish, so I must have done a pretty good job this time.
“Oh my God, this is so good!” she exclaims happily.
“Wow, I am so glad to hear you say that! It didn’t seem like a lot of work when I was planning it out.”
Gratefully, I sink into the chair in the corner, happy to know that Mona can keep everything going. She’s not much of a cook from scratch, but she definitely knows what’s good.
“Honestly, I think this is all just about done. You want I should get the boys to bring everything to the table?”
I glance at the clock over the refrigerator. Right on time.
“Could you? I don’t feel like yelling.”
Mona hustles out of the kitchen and returns with three strapping young men, all with their instructions. They emptied the kitchen in no time, whisking away the big pot, placing the salad into the serving bowl. With efficiency and enthusiasm, they all help out to dress the table.
The front door opens again, changing the air in the room. I hear the sudden silence, the respectful tension.
“Liberty Jane, look at you!”
“Hi, Daddy,” I smile, bending my arms to get leverage to heave myself out of the chair.
“Am I late?” he asks me gently as he takes my elbow to help me to standing.