by Candy Quinn
“Sorry dad,” said her brother, and she could make out the silhouette of him outside the cave, rubbing a hand over his short blonde hair. “I was... well, I was weak…” he muttered.
“What do you mean?” asked her father, to which her brother hesitated.
“She caught me… y’know. Jerkin’ off.”
“So?” retorted her father. “For that you give her your shirt?”
“No,” Rob responded. “It was so she’d let me jerk off on her tits,” he said, fudging the truth a little. “Promised to let me at ‘em twice a day from now on,” he confessed, his tone growing to an almost boasting tenor.
Angel sneered, and her face burned with her anger, but she tried to keep still. To hold back her heated breaths, to repress her shame. Not only was he telling her father what she’d done, but making her seem like an even bigger skank!
She couldn’t believe she’d done it, and now everyone in her world knew about it.
“Dammit boy,” her father chided Rob, sounding disappointed in him even though he was by rights a man, as old as her. “You should treat your sister with more respect than that,” he said, sounding as if he was putting him in his place. “She’s family. And she’s all we’ve got here. What we’ve got with her isn’t about trading stuff for little sexual favours.”
Her brother seemed shamed into silence and Angel’s tight shoulders relaxed a little bit. The shame and rage still simmered beneath the surface, but at least her father was blaming Rob and not her. Well, so far. She still hated to see him tomorrow morning when they all woke up.
“Your sister’s queen of this here island,” he lectured his son. “And we’ll make her feel like it. Not like a whore, you hear me?” he admonished Rob, until he ultimately must have gotten a nod in return. “Good. We’ll go inside in a bit, so lemme tell you something…”
Their voices trailed off after that, and Angel couldn’t hear them anymore, but it was enough to allow her to relax back into her ‘bed’, stretching out like a cat. Tomorrow would be better. And she’d forgive herself for her childish mistakes. Especially now, since she had Rob’s shirt, and he wasn’t allowed to make her do that anymore.
The thought made her smile as sleep claimed her. She’d one-upped him. She was in control.
* * *
When she awoke not long after, it was with a strong pair of hands upon her. No, two pairs of hands.
Worse than that, her shirt, which she’d only recently won, was pulled up off her and a strong hand held over her mouth, silencing her.
“Shhh,” came a soothing sounding shush from her father over top of her. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s Angel,” he murmured to her softly. His body glowed orange, and she realized there was a torch set up in the cave, lighting up her brother and father in the dark. “Don’t panic,” he said, though her brother held her arms down, and her father knelt between her legs and held her mouth shut. “We just gotta talk about somethin’,” he explained, sounding as if she were a little girl again, in need of his simplified explanation of a complex idea.
She wanted to spit out that if they really wanted to talk, they wouldn’t be holding her mouth shut. But then, what would even be the purpose in that? Who else would she call out to, the birds?
Her blue eyes were still groggy and confused, but she hated being woken up and they both knew it. She narrowed her gaze at her father, bitter about the loss of her hard-won shirt. Her mind was still reeling from the sudden awakening. Was that what this was about? Taking the stupid shirt back since she wasn’t going to fulfill her promise?
Her father was so strong, but he held her gently and gave her a warm smile, “We’ve been here a while now. And there’s no rescue in sight. Your mother’s gone -- rest her soul -- and we need you to step up and take her place. Become the new head of the family.” Her father had a way of making everything he said sound so reasonable, so soothing. “It’s a big responsibility. But know that your brother and I are going to take care of you. Be there for you. More than before, even.”
And with that he slid his hand away but pressed his lips to hers softly before she had a chance to say a single word more. The tender kiss he gave her was so sweet, so loving. Yet so inappropriately lustful, too.
His blue eyes opened, glimmering in the torchlight, “You understand sweetie?”
But she didn’t. She really, really didn’t. Maybe it was just sleep still clogging her mind, or maybe it was just that what he was saying was so outlandish she didn’t want to believe, but she felt her brother and father’s hands on her body and shuddered at the implications that came to mind.
“Is this a dream?”
“In a way, yes,” her father assured her, caressing her cheek. “You’ve always liked the boys, haven’t you Angel?” His words came with a wry smile. “Well… now you get to have them all. No picking and choosing. No squabbling. You get to have all the men on the island to yourself, and we’ll pamper and love you. Worship and adore you.”
Her brother was less sure of himself, but he nodded. “Yeah, sis. I know it’s strange, but… I always did like you. A-and think you were pretty. I… I’d like to be your boyfriend. I mean… one of ‘em,” he offered pitifully with a sheepish laugh.
“Doesn’t that sound nice, Angel face?” her father said with a warm smile. “Two strapping men. All yours. Awful nice deal, isn't it?” he said, his free hand touching upon her thigh, stroking the bare skin, his thumb rubbing the soft, inner flesh lightly.
Angel’s head spun as she tried to pick apart the words, to understand what was happening, but it was so far from reality. Surely this had to be some unnatural dream, a weird product of what happened earlier.
She wriggled a bit beneath them, trying to free herself from their touches, their soft yet restraining caresses. “This isn’t right,” she murmured, looking around as if for some confirmation of her words.
Both of her father’s hands slid down her body, one brushing against her generous bust before they met at her shorts, undoing them and tugging them down over her legs.
“It’s the only way, sweetie,” he told her as he drew off the garment from her squirming, shapely legs before pressing them back down to either side of himself. “Two grown men can’t live with a beauty like you forever and not act on it. So we’re gonna do it right, and treat you like queen of this island. After tonight, all you survey is yours. All the men are your subjects,” he said before his strong hand touched over her bikini bottom, pressing to her cunny through the garment.
Her brother leaned in and kissed the side of her head, near her ear. “I’m sorry about earlier today, sis… I was just so… so desperate for you," he admitted in a breathy voice, "I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
It had to be a dream. Rob had never been that nice to her, never before. Never had he apologized, and how had her father gotten her shorts off so smoothly? So easily? It was all happening in such a rapid, surreal manner, and she bit down on her lip to wake herself up.
That’s how someone wakes from a dream, right? Sharp pain?
So then why were their hands still on her? Why could she feel the heated breath invading her space, the hardened bodies pressing into her?
And most jarring of all, why was her pussy throbbing with such heat?
“This is wrong,” she repeated, but it was breathier. Less certain. More tempted.
Her father was looming over her, his hard, rugged body gleaming in the torchlight as he reached down beneath his hard abs and undid his shorts. She watched as that little blonde treasure trail led down to a tuft of pubic hair and then… his cock sprung out.
Her father bore such a thick slab of hard, throbbing meat, she could make out the jutting veins distinctly even in the dim light. The way they ran along his length and stood out so prominently before reaching his foreskin and the bulging crown that slickly squeezed out from it.
“C’mon Angel,” he growled to her in his deep, dark voice, stroking her inner thighs up towards her mound where he tugged her th
ong bikini aside. “We need each other real bad right now.”
She was shocked into silence, into stillness, and her breath caught in her throat. Her lips fell apart and her eyes widened in shock as his masculine scent reached her nose. This wasn’t right. She knew it, he knew it, and Rob knew it. They were family, for fuck's sake.
So why could she not resist squirming, staring at the heavy member between her step-father’s legs?
Her brother Rob leaned in, brushing her dirty blonde hair to the side as he nuzzled her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck, sending a ripple of unbidden sensation down her sides. His voice a gentle rasp in her ear, “Me and dad have been dyin’, sis. We really need you,” he urged, his hands sliding around her shoulders to tug the cups of her top away from those hefty tits.
All while her father leaned over her and pressed the tip of his shaft to her waiting cunny lips. “We love you, sweetie,” he said, his broad chest heaving as he nudged against her opening, easing his thick cock into her slowly.
It was all happening so fast! Her head spun and she could barely see straight any longer. The flood of sensations threatened to drown her, new and horrifying and thrilling all at once, and her mind was reeling with the rush of thoughts.
She wanted to fight them off, to tell them to go to sleep, but her mouth was filled with cotton and her body felt too heavy to move.
Angel gasped and almost choked on a breath, trembling beneath the only two people left in her life.
Her father grunted and groaned as he pushed his thick organ into her, the foreskin peeling back from his crown as he throbbed deep inside her. His wide, strong hands grasping her thighs as he slid his girth right up into her to her utmost depths.
He was a big man, in every respect, and he stretched her slick vaginal walls open wide as he entered deep within her. “Fuck baby,” he groaned aloud in his deep, gravelly voice. “You’re so tight… why’d you have to run off earlier?”
Though before she could even think of an answer her brother was suckling her earlobe then murmuring into her ear. “I couldn’t get my dick to go down even after jerking off, sis. I just... I needed more of you.”
She couldn’t deny the affect those words had on her. The secret, forbidden thrill it gave her to be such an object of lust and temptation. It was just like when she was back home, teasing all the boys and making them whisper such wicked things to her.
But these weren’t random boy-toys hanging around the gym to gawk at her playing volleyball. This was her family.
Angel bit down on her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears threaten to fall.
Her father hoisted her knees up into the air and began to pump his thick girth into her firmly, slow at first, but building fast. His low groans reverberated throughout the cave as he made her soft flesh jiggle with each new impact.
All the while her own brother took hold of her twin mounds, fondling her tits and rolling its flesh between his greedy fingers. “God sis, you have no idea how many times I jerked off to thoughts of you… and these,” he husked out, his words so lust-ridden, so needy.
Heat radiated through her body and her eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasurable sensations dulling the anger. The fear.
They felt so good.
So wrong.
Hands all over her body, her skin electric with their touch, with their unchecked desire. It was almost too much to handle and she gasped and writhed beneath them, wanting them to stop yet wanting them to push her further.
Stopping wasn’t on the agenda. Her father only grew harder. He pounded into her faster as he built up his momentum, that broad chest tightened, his muscles bulging as he gripped her thighs harder. His own blue eyes locked upon her as he watched her body’s soft flesh ripple with each pound of his groin to hers.
Yet while he stretched her tingling folds around his shaft, her brother kissed her neck and suckled her earlobe as he pinched her nipples. “Fuck sis… I dunno if I can wait for dad to finish,” he muttered desperately, his own dick straining beneath his swim suit.
So wrong. So wrong. Her mind was on loop, but her body didn’t care. Hell, it seemed to make it better. It softened and yielded and arched and ached for more, despite how disgusting she objectively knew their touch to be. These were the two men she grew up with. She'd played games with her brother, and perhaps they’d been too playful. She’d been driven to school by her father, and he was the one that taught her about boys and standards.
She trusted them more than anyone, and she fucking wanted this. Them.
She tried to deny it, over and over again, to convince herself that she wasn’t to blame, but there was a reason she couldn’t tell them to fuck off. There was a reason she didn’t struggle or fight, and that was because she wanted it.
Bad.
The feel of her father’s thick, bulging cock rubbing against her tight inner canal, so naked, so raw… it was bliss. The way he stretched her wide open with each new plunge of his shaft made her body cry out with ecstasy at each new thrust. The sound of his low, gravelly voice so pleasured -- like she’d never heard it before -- was sweet icing on the cake.
And all the while her brother fondled and played with her, until…
His hands pulled away, leaving her heavy tits to jiggle and sway with the motions of her body as her father fucked her. Rob pulled down his swim suit to show her that gorgeous cock of his again, so beautifully curved upwards.
Her brother brought it to her mouth, rubbed it against her full, puckered lips, letting its heady, masculine aroma fill her nostrils as he urged her to taste. “C’mon sis… suckle it a little… please!” he insisted, sounding so desperate for her. Her touch. Her relieving mercies.
That brotherly cock rubbed against her flesh, her mouth, but still she tried to protest. Silently she shut her lips, looked up at him with pleading eyes, but there was no use fighting it. She tried, but her father struck her too deeply and made her gasp.
In that moment her brother took advantage of her vulnerability and shoved it in. His own cock slid over her warm tongue so she could taste the tang of his dick, the strong flavour of masculinity as he curled his fingers into her dirty blonde hair and began to pump into her mouth.
It left her pinned, pistoned in between her family’s two hard cocks as they used her flesh to satiate their needs, stuffed her full of themselves. One shaft pushing deep up into her cunt to jarringly bang against her cervix and womb, the other thrusting back towards the end of her throat as he moaned noisily, so pleased and quivering to feel her slick saliva upon his organ.
Both of them making no secret of their bliss as they shared in the pleasures of her flesh.
There were no excuses for her behaviour, by how much it turned her on, even as she tried to repress them. To shove them down, deep in the secret corner of her mind, but now they blossomed full and proud, ready to consume her now that the objects of those desires watered her so readily.
But when her emotions became too much, her body edged her higher still, threatening her with the inevitable pleasure. The betrayal of her enjoyment, of the fact that she shared their lusts, their needs.
The night was always cooler than the day ever was, but between the two men, the heat rose, high and thick. Their hard, muscular bodies warming her up as they pistoned and pumped into her, her brother’s heavy cum-laden balls slapping against her chin as he fucked her mouth. Her father’s noisy sallies into her ass.
Together they moaned and made no secret of their pleasure, of the way they savoured her flesh. Louder and louder they grew, her father’s tan, hard body glistening with perspiration as he grew tenser, approaching an inevitable release inside her supple, nubile body.
She wanted to protest but all she could do was lick that hard, sweet flesh in her mouth and squirm. It was dangerous. She knew that, and the looming threat of her father’s pleasure weighed heavily on her.
But already, she’d gone so far. Been pushed to the brink of decency, to acceptability, and they
kept pushing!
Her father’s fingers sank into her full, fleshy thighs, deeper, and his spine arched, his brow furrowing as he felt his cock tense, his balls tighten against himself. His desire for release urged him faster, and then…
He thrust up into her, lodging his cock to her utmost depths as he shook, his body twitching as he unleashed a thick torrent of virile cum deep into his daughter’s body. His loud groans filled and echoed in the cave as he held nothing back, making her take every last drop as his dick throbbed and spewed its load.
All while her brother continued to pump his dick into her mouth in his own frantic need for her.
She nearly choked, sputtering as her eyes watered and her body contorted to accommodate both men and their nearly dangerous lusts. She spasmed and writhed, equal parts trying to flee and trying to find her own pleasures in their selfish abuse.
Yet they never relented, never gave in until her father was done, and the last of his seed spent. Only then did he pluck his cock from her puffy cunt, leaving her to drool his pearly white seed out of those labia as he moved up around her.
“Fuck sweetie, that was bliss,” he said to her as he got Rob to pull from her mouth just in time for him to bend down and kiss her upon her lips, heedless of whatever taint her brother had left. “You’re such a perfect woman,” her father cooed at her so admiringly, staring into her blue eyes with his own, all while her brother made his way down between her thighs to take his father’s place there.
Her head spun, the world melted around her and she swooned into the ground. She wanted to argue, but it was as though her mind had taken off. Instead, she was a dazed shell of a woman, just wanting more, civilized taboos and morals be damned.
“Daddy,” she hissed, and her voice came out half angered, half needy.
It was answered with steely hard cock. Two of them.
Her brother thrust into the creamy mess of her cunt, beginning immediately to thrust into her depths with loud wet slaps, not even easing into the motions as he began to fuck her. While her father slid his salty, cum-stained dick along her lips and then down into her mouth just where her brother had been not long before.