by Simone Sinna
John was the only one who was left saddened at the weakness of his son. But Jeremy had insisted that they could come in on the deal with Cory if they chose. In the end, they were family. This only left one final task.
“I resign,” Samantha told her father.
Sam Snr looked aghast. ‘What do you mean you resign?”
“I know I’m good at this,” said Samantha. ‘But I’ve never liked it. I thought you needed looking after, and now I realise you’ve been feeling I’ve tied you down.”
Sam shook his head. “Honey, I just wanted you to get a life.”
“I know, Dad,” said Samantha, kissing him on the cheek. “And I just might have found one.”
She had no idea what he made of her standing, arms entwined with each of her men, as he left. But he recognised a genuine smile when he saw one, of that she was sure. He kissed her good-bye and returned to his golf buddies.
“So,” she said after she finally stopped laughing. “Any chance of trying that cellar out again?”
The brothers looked at each other. For a horrible moment she was afraid that they were going to say no. But Mike cleared his throat. “Actually, we’ve got something to say first.”
Samantha’s heart was pounding so loudly she was afraid they’d hear. She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers. Please.
“Did you mean it when you resigned?”
Samantha nodded, eyes screwed up even tighter.
“Then you don’t have a job.”
Okay, this wasn’t so bad, They were going to offer her a job.
“You don’t have to go back to the city?”
Samantha shook her head, wondering what had come over her. City? Of course she had to go back to the city. She was a city girl wasn’t she?
“Er, could you open your eyes?”
Mike was kneeling in front of her, and took her hands. “Stay. Please.”
Samantha gulped and looked up at Jeremy. He nodded, smiling.
“For like, a holiday?”
Mike shook his head and held her hands so tightly she thought he’d crush them. “No, I mean, like, we want you here. For good.”
She couldn’t answer immediately. When she got her voice back, she told them she had one thing to do before she could reply, but that she wanted them to take her, there and then or in the cellar or hall or the kitchen, just anywhere!
“Without condoms?” Jeremy asked. “I know I’ve been checked out at my club.”
“As was I at Half-Moon.”
“And I’ve been abstinent for so long I don’t even know why I’m on the pill but I am! So yes.”
The brothers didn’t have to be asked twice. Mike let out a cowboy “Yippee,” threw her over his shoulder, and charged downstairs. She caught Jeremy shaking his head in amusement as he followed them, glass in hand.
“So what does our little ballbreaker fancy?” Jeremy asked when he threw open the cellar door and they went in. “Blindfolds?” He picked up a riding crop from the last visit. “A bit of spanking perhaps?”
“I think I should be spanking you,” Samantha said, eyes flashing. “You were the one that doubted me. Thought my taste was so bad I’d go for Russell!” She grimaced at the thought.
“We might save that,” said Jeremy, grabbing her hands, “for another time.”
They handcuffed her again and this time put a silk blindfold over her eyes, Jeremy behind her, undoing her shoulder straps and letting her dress fall.
“You are a Goddess, woman,” said Mike, dropping to his knees in front of her. As Jeremy caressed her breasts, tongue over her ears and cheeks and eyes, Mike put his thumbs through the sides of her panties and dragged them down. He leant in, tongue opening her slit and tasting her juices. They moaned in unison.
Mike moved around her, hands gently caressing and touching, light and then pinching, firm and then tickling. She wasn’t sure whose hands were where, the uncertainty accelerating her excitement. Slowly she became aware they too were shedding their clothes, aware of the warmth of skin against hers. Tingles went all through her at the thought, and every place her imagination was sending her. No! Enjoy the moment. Enough time for that in the future. Their future together, however it looked.
She felt Mike’s stubble as he kissed her, then it lightly grazed over her nipples and abdomen until, back at her pussy, a finger rubbed over her clit lightly while his tongue probed deeper.
“Open your legs a little,” Jeremy whispered. From behind his hands rubbed over her butt, taking some of her pussy juices and smearing them over her asshole. He applied pressure but more teasing than pushing. A hand guided the riding crop down her back. She smelt its leather, felt the knob open her butt cheeks and then push a little at her opening. Mike was still rubbing her clit, sucking and licking at her open pussy so she could no longer stop her pelvis rocking and herself moaning. She felt herself shaking a little in anticipation, remembering the exquisite feeling of being filled by them both.
“Do you want us?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Jeremy tapped her with the crop, the sting at odds with the delicious feelings from her cunt, one intensifying the other.
“Yes, Master.”
“Both of us?”
“Yes, Masters.”
“Has she been good enough brother?”
“I rather think she has.”
Sandwiched between them she felt both their cocks, desperate to have them, to be as one. Mike put his hands on her hips and tilted her forward slightly, as his cock, hard and wide, filled her cunt. She gasped and felt herself coming immediately, shuddering as he held her tight, delaying his own gratification.
“Naughty girl,” whispered Jeremy, and she felt the sting of the crop. But immediately she gripped her muscles around Mike and he moaned. “Keep doing that, honey, and I’ll be filling you with more than just my cock.”
“Might let you spank him, too, on another occasion,” said Jeremy.
Samantha felt his cock against her asshole. She leant forward into Mike and found the pressure increased. Suddenly she had both men inside her, an incredible feeling that was at once terrifying and yet whole and complete. Her pelvis muscles clamped harder over Mike’s cock, but with both men thrusting, Jeremy with caution, she felt her excitement escalating again. Her pelvic muscles were trying to suck Mike in deeper but at the same time her mind was trying to grasp the sensations from Jeremy’s cock, a pendulum of emotions and feelings that one moment felt like it was too much and the next wanted more.
“Hold it, baby,” whispered Jeremy. “Hold it as long as you can.”
Samantha concentrated, tried to stop the waves rippling. It took more concentration than she thought possible given her body was pleading at one moment for her to call “ballbreaker” because it was too much, too intense, then next minute wanting to let go.
“Now,” Jeremy whispered, and Samantha rocked her pelvis with increasing urgency, the movements sending both men into their own orbits of ecstasy. Finally, she let out a cry as she climaxed just after Mike and just before Jeremy. She felt her whole body freeze, the thrusts from Jeremy prolonging the sensation, so that just when she thought she was incapable of feeling anything more he took her to another level, the electricity so strong that she was in the last few seconds unable to breathe.
Spent and panting, Mike removed her blindfold and the three looked at each other and finished where they started, laughing in the sheer delight of being together.
“Okay,” said Mike finally. “The answer to that question?”
Jeremy grabbed his clothes. “Let’s go upstairs and get some champagne first.” He looked at Mike’s worried expression and added “I’m optimistic.”
Samantha had a shower first, put on a loose fitting silk gown and left her hair out loose. She caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror and thought she looked a little like Barbara Stanwyck in one of the old movies she used to watch with her mother. Right now she felt as if she was in a movie, half afraid she might
wake up and find that none of this was real. Mike looked very real and all man, opening the champagne wearing only jeans.
“Probably not what Dad had in mind exactly,” said Jeremy, smiling wickedly as he was later toasting his father.
“Oh I don’t know.” Mike looked at his father’s photo. “Wouldn’t put anything past him. We have the same blood you know.” He looked over to Samantha.
“Can you give us an answer yet?”
Samantha took a deep breath and put her glass down. She went over to the piano and sat in front of it. She hadn’t been able to play a note since her mother had died. Something inside her had frozen, hardened her into the ballbreaker these boys had thought she was. Her hands nervously hovered over the keys and she closed her eyes.
She forgot where she was. As her fingers touched the keys she was back in the living room playing her mother’s favourite music. At her funeral they had used a recording because Samantha’s mind had been blank and she had been unable to play. Now in her mind she could see her mother smiling, and as the tears streamed down her cheeks the beauty of Moonlight Sonata took over the room, filled her being with the music she had been missing for so long. Her fingers worked as though they had never missed a day’s practice, moving effortlessly over the keyboard. Her piano teacher no doubt would have been critical, but for Samantha, the mother she felt there, listening, and to the two men watching her in frozen wonder, it was the best performance she had ever and most likely would ever do.
She opened her eyes, and into the silent wonder, smiled at them and said, “Yes.”
THE END
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Simone Sinna decided in 2011 as she walked the Camino de Santiago across France and Spain that life was too short to work sixty hour weeks at the office. She now still works sixty hour weeks, but half of that is not just the office job she loves, but also writing.
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