Beast Brothers

by Stephanie Brother

  My stomach drops at the reminder of how many women they must have had in this bed with them, but I push the thoughts firmly aside. Tonight I have them to myself, and that’s all that matters. Cody lays me down, and then he and Brock are on either side of me.

  “Sweetheart,” Brock says behind me, and my heart lurches. Sexy, flirting nicknames are one thing; I never expected terms of endearment. I push that aside too, as fast as I can. Just one night, I remind myself; this is just for tonight.

  “Megan?” Brock says, a thread of concern in his voice. I shove my freakout down deep and force myself to answer.

  “Yeah?” My voice sounds almost normal, at least for a situation like this — if normal is a word that can even be applied to having a threesome with the Beast Brothers.

  “Have you ever done this before?” His tone is gentle, filled with the same tenderness I saw in Cody’s eyes. Really, they’ve got to stop being so nice to me.

  I swallow. “Two guys, you mean?” Cody’s watching me, and there’s something in his expression that makes my heart want to scurry away to a dark corner and hide, to protect itself from all the emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.

  “Yeah,” Brock says, trailing a finger down my arm.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. I don’t want to bring Jason into the room with us, so I don’t tell them that except for some fumbling around in high school and early college, I’ve never really been with anyone else. If they knew how inexperienced I really am, they might change their minds.

  “What’s in your head?” Cody says softly. Dammit, I’m not hiding my thoughts and feelings well at all, am I?

  “Nothing,” I lie instinctively, and his eyes narrow.

  “Megan,” he says warningly, and a thrill chases down my spine at easygoing Cody getting stern with me. He may not have the same in-your-face intensity as Brock does, but he’s clearly no pushover. “Do I need to turn you over my knee?”

  “What?” I gasp, ignoring the sensation that surges through me. But there’s no hiding it; Cody’s eyes go dark as his gaze drops to my nipples, which have tightened into hard peaks and are poking firmly against the silky fabric of my bra.

  “Damn,” Brock says, and I realize he’s up on an elbow, looking over my shoulder at the same telltale view. “We’ll have to put that on the agenda.”

  “You guys,” I say, desperately trying to stop this runaway train. But at least it’s gotten us off the topic of me sharing my feelings.

  The next moment, Cody dashes my hopes. “You didn’t answer my question,” he says. I’ll have to answer, because I have no doubt he’ll follow through on his threat, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that right now. Although the idea of him spanking me does get me hot and bothered — something else I never would have expected.

  “I don’t have a lot of experience,” I say, going with a partial truth. “I don’t want you to think I’m boring.”

  The tension leaves Cody’s face and he smiles. Behind me, Brock chuckles. “Don’t worry, babe,” he says. “Just be yourself and let us take care of you.”

  “But I want to take care of you too,” I say stubbornly.

  “Plenty of time for that,” he says, his lips brushing the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder, making me shiver. “Tonight, we’ll go easy on you.”

  “No,” I say immediately.

  Cody’s eyebrows go up, and the watchful look is back. “No?”

  I don’t want to tell the twins this is the only night I plan to spend with them. If they wanted to, they could easily change my mind. But since it is our only night, I want it all, everything I can get from the two of them, with no regrets later about what I didn’t do or try.

  But I’m not going to tell them that. “No holding back,” is what I say instead.

  Cody strokes the back of his finger across my cheekbone. “Megan …”

  “Please,” I say, trying to find some way to persuade them without giving myself away. “I can handle it. I don’t want you to go easy on me.”

  He looks over my shoulder, and I know he’s meeting Brock’s eyes. And when Cody’s gaze fills with dark heat, I know I’ve won. “If you’re sure,” Brock says behind me.

  “I’m sure.” I manage a smile.

  One side of Cody’s mouth quirks up. “As our lady wishes,” he says softly, and I get a funny feeling in my chest.

  And then I can’t do anything but feel.

  Brock rolls me to my back, his mouth coming down on mine. In seconds, the kiss turns scorching. My hands are frantic, touching him everywhere I can reach while Cody deftly slips off my sandals and unzips my jeans. He tugs them down along with my panties, and suddenly I’m naked from the waist down.

  They sit me up long enough to peel off my top. My bra follows, and then I’m totally naked while both of them are still dressed. Again. It hardly seems fair, but the brothers don’t give me time to protest.

  Pushing me gently back down, Brock kisses me again, a deep, hungry kiss. My hands push into his hair, gripping his head, holding him to me. Cody’s hands wander down my body, then push my thighs apart.

  And then his mouth is on me.

  I go wild, kissing Brock with everything in me while I writhe against Cody. He keeps my legs spread wide, pinning me down with his powerful forearms, while he feasts on me like a starving man, licking, sucking, exploring me with his tongue.

  Brock has a hand under my head, while the other teases my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, plucking at the stiff peak, then twisting gently.

  Sensation gathers in my core, building with unbelievable speed, then breaks free in a red-hot burst of pleasure. I buck against Cody’s mouth, while he keeps me tight against him, his hands under my ass, his tongue never stopping.

  I moan against Brock’s mouth as Cody sends me up and over not once, but twice, the second orgasm overtaking me before I’ve even finished the first. The brothers continue to worship my body as I ride the waves of pleasure. It’s both overwhelming and amazing to have two mouths and four hands on me, all working together to make me come.

  After what feels like a blissful eternity, the two men shift away from me, and in beautiful coordination, they finally start to remove their clothing. I’d sit up to help them — I so badly want to touch them — but I’m temporarily, utterly spent. My energy returns with each button they undo, however, my eyes drinking in every beautiful inch of their flesh as it’s revealed to me.

  Brock has his shirt off first, and I audibly gasp at the perfection of his torso. His chest is massive and hard; his tight, ripped abs angle toward a narrow happy trail leading down into the waistband of his pants. Beautiful, intricate tattoos on his shoulder and abdomen move with the play of his muscles. Gorgeous.

  I somehow peel my eyes away from him to find a mirror image on display from Cody, except his tats are different, and in slightly different places. Good lord.

  So much man. All for me. Then Cody unsnaps his fly, and I realize I’m not breathing.

  Oh Wow

  Megan

  Everything about these brothers is so big, so hard, so beautiful. I watch intently as Cody pushes his pants and briefs down over his thick thighs. I draw in a sharp breath and simultaneously feel a new rush of desire at my core as I witness his big, beastly cock for the first time. It’s hugely impressive, to say the very least.

  I look to Brock and find that he’s waited for my attention. I flick my gaze upward and see his grin, sexy and oh so cocky, and above that, his eyes heavy with lust. The sound of his zipper draws my focus back downward, where I watch him unleash his big monster.

  I lick my lips involuntarily, stifling the hungry moan that wants to escape. I look between the men like a sugar addict in a candy store. Where do I start? How do I manage this?

  But they don’t leave me to make any hard decisions.

  Cody crawls back down beside me and rolls me onto my side to face him. Behind me, I hear the sound of foil tearing, and then Brock lifts my leg and I feel the thick head o
f his cock at my entrance.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers as he nudges the tip between my dripping wet folds. From behind, he starts to push inside me, inch by glorious inch. In front of me, Cody’s eyes are fixed on my face, drinking in every change in my expression as his brother slowly fills me.

  “Oh, god,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. Cody pulls my leg forward so it’s draped over him. When I manage to look at him again, I’m stunned by the fierce joy on his face.

  He scoots down a little so his face is near my breasts, keeping my leg over him. His palm strokes up and down the back of my thigh as his tongue circles one of my nipples. Then he closes his mouth over me, sucking gently at first, then harder.

  “Cody,” I groan, and then Brock starts to move inside me. “Oh god, Brock. Don’t stop!” His hot, hard, thick shaft pulses against my sensitive inner walls, and pleasure ramps up like wildfire.

  “Not gonna stop, babe,” Brock tells me. He nips my earlobe, and the tiny hurt sends another bolt of heat shooting between my legs. Then his hand pushes in between me and Cody to find my clit, going right to the spot and circling, pressing, turning bliss into ecstasy.

  “Baby,” I whimper, and I can’t believe I’m calling him that. “Brock, my god, you feel so good inside me.”

  Cody’s switching back and forth from one breast to the other, using lips and tongue and teeth to torment me with endless pleasure, his hands working whichever breast isn’t in his mouth. Between him and Brock’s fingers on my clit, his cock inside me, I’m close already.

  “I can’t — I’m going to—” I gasp, and Brock thrusts deeper inside me just before he lightly pinches my clit. My screams bounce off the walls as the biggest, longest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life — by far — shatters me.

  I see black. I see white. I think I scream again as a fireworks display explodes behind my tightly-squeezed eyelids.

  With the climax still rocking me, Brock speeds up until he’s pounding into me, his fingers still working my clit. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” I babble as fresh waves of sensation crash into my pleasure-filled body. “Brock!”

  “I want you to come again,” he tells me, and if I could speak in complete sentences I’d tell him it’s a sure thing. “Now.” As he says the word, he does something shocking. He slaps my clit — one time and fast — and I instantly come again so hard that I almost pass out.

  When I’m aware of my surroundings again, Brock’s still inside me, still hard, not moving. Cody’s watching me, satisfaction and a primitive hunger warring for supremacy on his features. It makes me wish they could both be inside me at once.

  “You okay?” Brock says in my ear. When I nod, he goes on, and his voice is deeper. “Still sure you don’t want us to take it easy on you?”

  Oh my god. It’s as if he sensed the forbidden thought taking shape in my mind. I tighten around him, and he buries his face in my neck. “I’m sure,” I say, and I do it looking into Cody’s eyes. He smiles, slowly, and my nerves are washed away by pure lust.

  As Brock withdraws, I close my eyes to savor the sensation of the flared head of his hard cock dragging against my inner walls. When he’s free of me, he nudges me over onto my stomach. I hear a drawer open in the nightstand on his side, and at the same time Cody shifts away to open his, coming back with another condom.

  While he rolls it on, Brock parts my cheeks and rubs a slick finger somewhere I’ve never before been touched. Then he drizzles cool liquid there — lube, I assume — and massages the area before sticking the tip of his thick finger inside me.

  I suck in my breath. Even though I want this, I can’t help but tense up. Can I handle it?

  Brock kisses my shoulder. “You okay?”

  He keeps his fingertip inside me, holding it still, and I let out a breath. “I’m okay.”

  “If you change your mind,” he says, his voice husky, “at any point, you tell us. Okay?”

  I nod. “Okay.” My voice comes out smoky, throaty, and Brock brushes my hair aside and sets his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He pushes his finger into me a little further while he bites down. It’s a branding, a claiming, and I feel it in the very core of me.

  “Ready?” he says, and I nod again. Cody’s waiting, his eyes half-lidded, the look in them anything but easygoing.

  Brock withdraws his finger and repositions himself, sitting with his back against the headboard. Cody supports me, hands at my waist, and helps me kneel over his brother, facing the foot of the bed. Brock spreads me open, and then I start to sink down slowly onto his cock.

  “Easy,” Cody says gently when I bite my lip. “Stay relaxed and let gravity do the work.” I keep my eyes on him as I focus on following his advice. The lube eases the way, and after a few minutes my first tight ring of muscle encloses the tip of Brock’s girth.

  “Okay?” Brock says.

  “Oh my god,” I answer.

  He kisses my shoulder blade. “Attagirl.” His hands are holding me up as well as keeping me open, and now he lets me sink down a little more, and a little more. I keep breathing and relaxing, and finally he’s all the way inside me.

  It’s not entirely comfortable yet, but it still feels amazing. “Let me in there,” Cody says, and Brock spreads his legs. My heart starts to pound, and I wonder if I should ask for more time to adjust.

  But that’s not what Cody has in mind. He lies down in front of me, pushes my thighs apart, and then he’s eating me out again. My hands go into his hair immediately, holding him against me.

  “Cody,” I moan, as pleasure spirals up inside me. Brock’s not moving, just holding himself still inside me, but my snug passage can’t help gripping him tighter as Cody sends me to the verge of release. Brock growls softly, and his hands come around me to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

  I get there a lot faster than I expected, even with Cody’s mouth working its magic. When I come, I come hard. My hips start working of their own accord, pumping me up and down on Brock’s shaft, and that feels so good that it sends me up and over again all by itself.

  “Oh wow,” I whisper, when I’m able to form thoughts and words. And then Brock starts to move, slowly, flexing his hips, his hands lifting me just a little before I sink down again. Cody shifts away, licking his lips, smiling his hungry smile, and Brock’s fingers come down to tease my clit.

  I can’t possibly be going to come again … except that I am. Brock circles, presses, circles, then pinches, and my hips start pumping wildly again, making me ride the beast in my dark tunnel. It’s a whole different kind of climax than I’m used to, and boy is it intense.

  “Still okay?” Cody asks when I finish.

  I send him a blissful smile. “Never better.”

  “Good,” he says softly. Brock moves us down the bed so he can lie back, bringing me with him. Cody moves over me, and now my heart is beating faster than a jackrabbit on the run from a starving wolf.

  Lost in Sensation

  Megan

  When Cody starts to press inside me, my eyes go wide. If I didn’t want this so very much, I might get scared and ask him to stop.

  But I do want it, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. So I focus on my breathing, and the overwhelming sensation of Cody stretching me to take me alongside his brother. He goes very slowly, even slower than Brock did, and my nails dig into his chest, his arms, as he carefully works his way inside me.

  I can feel them, both of them, their hard, hot lengths separated only by a thin membrane. Of course I knew that it would be mind-blowingly incredible to have both of them at once, but my imagination was no match for the reality. I never knew it was possible to be this full, and it goes well beyond the physical. At this moment, I feel as though I will never lack for anything, ever again.

  When Cody stops, he keeps still inside me for a long time. He peppers small kisses on my neck, my face, the shell of my ear, the tip of my nose. His gentle touch soothes me, and without even noticing, I relax. By the time
he lifts his head, I feel nothing but wonderful.

  Taking his head in my hands, I say, “Do it.” A dark fire flares in his eyes, and he starts to move.

  If I had to guess, I would have said that the discomfort of having both Beast Brothers inside me would outweigh the pleasure. Or that, even if it did feel mostly good, it would still be too difficult for me to actually climax.

  I would have been wrong.

  As soon as the delicious friction of his cock in my pussy starts to build, pleasure swamps me, overwhelming and irresistible. “Cody!” I cry as he strokes in and out of me. “Oh my god!”

  “Let it happen, babe,” he urges me. “Don’t fight it.”

  I couldn’t if I wanted to. The first orgasm crashes into me before Brock can even get his fingers on my clit. “Megan,” he says, and then he’s moving too, and all I can do is keep coming.

  I have so many climaxes I lose count as the twins pump in and out of me, over and over. Sometimes they alternate, one pulling back as the other thrusts in, and sometimes they move in unison. Either way, it sends me and keeps sending me until I’m certain I’ve set the world record for the most orgasms in one go.

  My body is acting completely on its own, my hands touching everywhere they can reach, my nails scoring Cody’s back, my teeth sinking into his shoulder. I’m lost in sensation when both brothers slow, then stop inside me.

  Drugged with pleasure, I’m slow to respond, my eyelids drifting upward as the twins move, turning us all on our sides like we were before, but now with both of them inside me. Cody wraps my leg over his thigh, running his hand up and down its length before releasing it.

  They start moving again, slowly, then faster. Brock looms over me, one hand going into my hair, the other coming around me to cup my breast. I turn my head to look up at him, and his mouth descends on mine.