by Marla Monroe
As soon as they crossed the threshold to the bedroom, Marcus closed the door and grinned, obviously looking forward to whatever they had in store for her.
Randall turned her around and began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. Marcus stood back and watched as he deftly removed all her clothes. There didn’t seem much point in protesting or struggling. He handed her over to his brother who’d been undressing while he watched his brother strip her. He swept her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Instead of dropping her on the mattress, he sat down with her in his lap.
His enormous cock pulsed against her thigh. She couldn’t help herself. She reached down and rubbed the velvety soft head earning her a growl and a slap to the side of her ass.
“Behave yourself,” Marcus warned her.
“You’ve both tormented me. I’m just returning the favor,” she said.
Randall walked over having finished undressing. He took her from his brother and carried her over to his desk. He let her stand, making sure she could stand upright before letting go over her. Unsure what was going on, she began to turn around to face him. He grabbed hold of her upper arms to prevent her from turning around to face him.
“No you don’t. Bend over the desk and hold on,” he told her.
Darla complied without thinking. She couldn’t help but be aroused. They were both naked, and she wanted to take in their beauty. Instead, she was bent over his desk unsure what was going on.
She didn’t have long to wonder. The sound of crinkling let her know that Randall was opening a condom. She sighed. Could she actually have sex with them immediately after they had talked to their mother? The idea embarrassed her. At least she didn’t think she had to worry about their family coming to visit anytime soon with the weather so bad. She shivered at the thought of facing them.
The head of Randall’s penis rubbed up and down her pussy lips. He stopped at her opening and pushed himself past her protesting muscles. Once he was fully seated, he stilled to let her adjust to his girth. Then he began to move, slowly at first, but soon he was pounding into her, moving her higher up on the desk with each thrust. She could feel his balls slap against her upper thighs.
Marcus, not to be left out, began to slip his hand beneath her to find her clit. He circled it several times then, as if knowing his brother was about to come, pinched it, driving her over the edge of pleasure. Randall stiffened behind her and shouted out his release even as he pulled her hips hard against him.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Marcus exclaimed behind her. Randall disappeared as Marcus helped her stand up. He kept his hands on her shoulders until she felt able to stand on her own. When she started toward the bathroom, Randall strode out of it. He grinned at her and stole a kiss as he walked by. Darla drew in a deep breath then entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she fought the urge to pack up her stuff and run. It was a dream job to her despite their advances. But once again she wondered how long it would last. She already felt something for them. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it scared her. Lessons hard won reminded her she couldn’t trust a man, much less two.
* * * *
Marcus smiled at Randall. They both looked like idiots, he was sure, but having her with them felt like the right thing. If only they could convince her of their seriousness soon. He already loved her, and he suspected Marcus was totally in love with her.
He watched the bathroom door open, and Darla walked out. She looked everywhere but at them. Her discomfort at being nude in the room with two men probably had her going through the gauntlet trying to figure out what to do. Marcus seemed to have an idea of what he wanted to do. He promptly took her hand in his, encircling her wrist with his hand. He pulled her toward the bed, and they both climbed up on the bed.
Randall followed them onto the bed and followed Marcus’s lead. His brother rolled onto his back, bringing Darla with him. She straddled Marcus with her hands on his chest.
“Ride me, baby,” Marcus demanded.
Darla licked her lips staring down at Marcus. Then she looked over toward Randall as if for help. He smiled encouragement at her. With that, she rose up on her knees and positioned Marcus’s cock at her entrance and slowly lowered herself on the stiff appendage. When she rose back up again, Randall could see her pussy juices coating his brother’s dick.
He watched her face as she slowly rose and fell, rose and fell, her face a mask of concentration. As she became more aroused, she sped up, propping herself on his brother’s chest. Marcus held her hips as she rode him. Soon he was doing most of the work as she grew frantic in her pace. She was close, Randall could tell. He positioned himself behind her and reached around to find her clit with his fingers. When he found the swollen nub, he lightly touched it before bringing around some of her pussy juice to her back hole. He repeated this until he had her wet and slick.
He slowly pushed against the little rosette until the tip of one finger breached her hole. He slowly worked it in and out before adding a second finger. She moaned and pushed back after initially stiffening over his brother. She moaned and began to relax. He realized his brother had taken over manipulating her clit. Randall smiled and worked his two fingers in and out, scissoring them as he went. Suddenly, she began to buck against Marcus and Randall knew she was coming. He added a third finger, and she screamed as she came.
Once she stopped moving, he gently removed his fingers and kissed her ass cheek before heading for the bathroom to wash up. A few seconds later, his brother joined him taking care of the condom.
“How many fingers did you manage to use?” Marcus asked.
“Three at the end when she was climaxing,” he told him.
“Won’t be long now,” Marcus mused.
“We’ll see how she reacts now to it. Hopefully, she won’t be totally freaked out that I was playing with her ass.” He dried his hands and waited on his brother to wash his before they left the bathroom to join their woman back in bed.
They found Darla curled up under the covers, her eyes closed. Randall could tell she wasn’t asleep though. He climbed into bed and pulled her tight against him. The bed dipped, and Marcus slid between the covers and positioned himself with his back against her front. He reached around her to find her arm and pulled it over his waist where he could clasp her hand with his.
Randall brushed the hair from her face and kissed her cheek. She looked so delicate lying between them.
“Sweetheart? How do you feel?” he asked.
He didn’t think she was going to answer at first, but after a few seconds, she cleared her throat and spoke.
“I’m okay,” she said.
“Just okay? Maybe we should do it again then.” He moved his hand to her waist where he squeezed her.
“I mean it was wonderful, and I’m fine. You always get me to come, and I’ve never had more than one climax in a night. Somehow I’m having two and three sometimes.” She cut off as if thinking better of telling him.
“If we have our way, you’ll have two and three every time we make love to you.” Randall waited for her reply.
“I don’t know if I can handle that,” she said in a small voice.
“You can, and you will love it.” Randall chuckled. “What did you think when I played with your ass?”
She stilled in his arms then drew in a deep breath only to let it out in a long sigh.
“It was okay. I suppose I knew that you would want to do that eventually.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Um, take me in my ass. I’m scared though. You’re both so big. I don’t see how I can take you there.”
“That’s why I was stretching you, to get you ready. You can take us. I promise.” He kissed her shoulder. “Get some sleep now.”
Randall could tell Marcus had already fallen asleep. He smiled. His brother had gotten his rocks off, so he was sated. He, however, hadn’t and was hard as a rock. He willed himself to sleep. Still it was a long time coming. He eventually
rolled out of bed, careful not to wake either Darla or his brother. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He turned on the shower and stepped into the multiple sprays letting the warm water pound on his shoulders and back before he soaped up a cloth and cleaned himself. Then he rinsed off everywhere except his groin. He stepped out of the spray and took hold of his cock. He’d jack off and then be able to fall asleep.
Randall pictured Darla on her knees in front of him. He pumped his shaft as he imagined her mouth slowly enveloping him. He reached down with his other hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly then rolling them around in his hand. He pulled on his dick, picking up speed as he got closer to coming.
In and out he thought about Darla’s mouth taking his cock to the back of her throat and swallowing. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in the mushroom head. He spread it around the top of his shaft and pumped harder and harder. Darla’s tongue would dip into that slit when she came back up from deep-throating him. Faster and faster his hand fisted around his cock as he drew closer. When he began to come, Randall propped one hand against the tiled wall in the back of the shower and rose up on his toes as ribbons of cum shot from his dick onto his hand and belly.
Sighing, he rested his head against the cool tiles before back into the spray and turning around to wash away the evidence of his relief. Now he was ready to go to sleep, he thought. After drying off, he walked back into the bedroom and climbed back into bed. When he scooted closer to Darla spooning her from behind, she yelped.
“You’re like a block of ice. Where have you been?” she asked in a raspy whisper.
“Sorry, I took a shower. I couldn’t sleep.”
She seemed to be thinking about this before she answered.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
“For what?” he asked.
“For not taking care of you after Marcus. I left you needing to come, didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, Darla. I don’t have to come every time Marcus does, and he isn’t going to complain when he doesn’t come. The one thing that has to happen is you have to climax each time. You’re the one who is important here.” Randall brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck beneath her ear.
“Now go to sleep.” He squeezed her then buried his face in her neck and slowly fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Early the next morning Darla awoke between the two men. Sometime during the night she had thrown her arm over Randall’s chest and now had her head resting on his shoulder. Marcus spooned her from behind with one arm over her waist.
How in the world was she going to extract herself from between them without waking them up? She needed to get up for more than one reason. Besides needing to relieve herself, she needed to get downstairs and start breakfast. If she were going to be sleeping with them, they were going to have to let her out of bed on time.
Darla took Marcus’s hand off her pelvis and pushed it over her waist and toward him. Then she slowly inched her way down Randall’s body toward the foot of the bed. He groaned and opened one eye.
“Where are you going?” he asked in a sleepy, raspy voice.
“The bathroom,” she answered.
“Um-hmm,” he said and let her continue her path to the end of the bed.
Marcus never woke up. After finishing up in the bathroom, Darla made her way downstairs to the kitchen where she immediately started coffee. She checked the time and found she was a little over forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. She stretched and yawned before fishing out makings for waffles. She’d found the waffle iron in the back of one of the cabinets one day when she was looking for a large skillet. She pulled out sausage and cut off seven pieces. That should be enough for them, she decided.
When the coffee finished dripping, she poured a mug and sat at the kitchen table sipping it and musing over the last few days. She’d gone from homeless to having a home complete with two men who wanted to share her. How had it all happened? She supposed she was lucky in some respects and others worried her.
She stood up and crossed to the back door to look out of the glass. She could feel the cold seep in around the door as she looked out the window at the blowing snow. It was nearly impossible to see the barn from where she stood in the warmth of the kitchen.
How would they ever find it?
“You left us in bed,” Marcus complained behind her.
Startled, she spun around and gasped. “You scared me.”
“Sorry. Snowing hard out there?” he asked.
“It’s blowing pretty hard. How in the world can you find your way to the barn and back?”
“We stretched rope from the barn to the house so we can follow it. Then there is a rope from the barn to the fence where the water troughs are. The men in the bunk house did the same thing. It is the easiest way to make sure you don’t wander off in the snow and get lost. You wouldn’t last a day in that mess.” He poured a cup of coffee and smiled when he sniffed of it.
“You know how to make coffee. That’s great. Nothing worse to me than a weak cup of coffee.
“I like it sort of strong. I’m glad you like it that way.” Darla crossed to the kitchen to start breakfast. “Is Randall up yet?”
“Yeah, he’ll be down in a minute.” He strode over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. “You got the waffle iron out. Does that mean what I think it means?”
“Yep, waffles for breakfast. Would you mind getting out the syrup so it can start to warm up?”
Marcus jumped up and got the syrup from the fridge. About that time, Randall walked in. He walked over to Darla and, hugging her from behind, nuzzled her neck.
“Morning, baby.”
“Good morning.”
“Next time you get up, wake one of us up with you,” he said.
“Why? You need your sleep.”
“’Cause we don’t like to wake up hugging each other,” Marcus said with a smirk on his face.
Darla burst out laughing. The thought of the two men embracing each other and waking up to find themselves like that sent her into another peal of laughter.
Randall and Marcus exchanged grins. Darla realized it was the first time she’d actually laughed in a very long time. It wasn’t a chuckle but a full-out belly laugh, and the men seemed to like it.
“Okay, I’ll wake one of you up, although I don’t know what’s wrong with hugging each other. You are brothers.”
“He-men don’t hug other men,” Marcus groused.
Darla busied herself making batter and frying the sausage. In no time at all she had it on the table. The men dug in as she fixed her own plate and ate with them. As soon as they were through, she cleaned up the kitchen. The men piled on the clothes and headed out to the barn to check on the horses and break the water in the troughs. She couldn’t conceive of a place where you had to string rope to find your way back and forth. It amazed her.
She emptied the boys’ rooms of dirty clothes and washed and dried them. She needed to keep up with the laundry in case they lost power. The morning flew by, and she realized when it neared the lunch hour that they hadn’t come back inside. She instantly got worried. A bit uneasy, Darla made sandwiches, placing them in zippered bags to keep them fresh. Then she opened a couple of cans of vegetable soup to warm them up on the inside when they got back.
At a quarter of one, she heard them stomping their feet on the back porch. They piled inside the warm kitchen, bringing in the cold with them. Randall closed the door and began peeling off a couple of layers of clothes with Marcus doing the same thing.
“Ah, man. She fixed soup with our sandwiches, Randall.” Marcus hurried over to the stove where she was dipping soup into the bowls.
“Take yours and Randall’s for me,” she said.
Marcus leaned in and kissed her neck.
She jerked back nearly knocking the soup pan off the stove.
“Don’t do that! Your nose is like ice.”
Marcus laughed, taking the bowls and heading for the table.
She heard a defiant snort from Randall, who was already sitting at the table waiting on them. He had unwrapped his sandwiches and poured a glass of tea.
“I’ll make some coffee real quick,” Darla said.
“Come eat first,” Randall insisted.
“It will only take a second. You can unwrap my sandwich for me.” She hurried over to the coffee pot and poured the already measured water into the reservoir and turned it on.
“See, only a second.” She slid into her chair and smiled as the men started eating.
They had waited on her. It was sweet of them. How would she ever manage to leave when the time came?
“What are you thinking so hard about? You have frown lines on your face,” Marcus said.
He dipped his sandwich into the hot soup and took a large bite out of it.
“Nothing really.” She smiled brightly at him and returned to sipping her soup.
“It looked…”
Randall interrupted him. “This is really good. Thanks for making the soup. It helps to warm up.”
“It’s just store-bought soup, but I figured you would like something warm after being out in that weather all morning.” She risked a look at Marcus, but he seemed engrossed in his meal.
After they were finished with lunch, they piled into the living room to check the weather. Marcus added another log to the fire and they all curled up on the couch together waiting on The Weather Channel to give them a clue about how bad the storm was going to be.
“We managed to get about everyone in closer to the barn. I’m sure we missed someone, but at the best count we were on target,” Randall told her.
“I’ve never asked, but do you raise horses, too?” She had been curious about that ever since she had arrived.
Marcus spoke up before Randall could swallow his food.
“We don’t raise them as a business, but we do foal about three mares a year and either keep them or sell them once they get old enough. We do a lot of riding around here. Have to use snowmobiles in the winter but during the spring and summer a horse is the best way to get around out here.”