by Adrian Amos
“There you go, baby,” daddy says, “Now you're leaking like our little slut, just like you wanted.”
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When you have two men who pine after you, every day is a veritable fuck session. If I'm not fucking one or the other, I'm fucking them both at the same time. They love to fill me up, making sure that all three of my holes get used up. And at no point do I ever love one less than the other; I want them both without preference.
I think the best side effect of this whole thing is the connection it's created between Ray and Ben. I think loving the same woman does that to strong and stubborn men. She allows them to connect. It's usually a mother, but without one, they could never get on the same level. Now that they both love and protect me, they have a goal in mind, which makes their relationship all the stronger. I think nothing makes me happier than when my boys are laughing at the breakfast table, getting along like they never have in years.
Maybe I'm being selfish, but I'm proud that I can help bring them together.
And that's not the only thing. I'm pregnant!
I have a little bundle of joy on the way, and based on the time frame, it's all thanks to that magical trip to the woods.
Ben and Ray are both excited, and they both have an amazing fatherly instinct. There's no doubt about that at all. But there's one thing I want to make sure of.
The first thing I'm going to do is make sure to have my baby paternity tested, whether or not daddy and Ben want to. I want to know who's the biological father, and I don't want them to be surprised down the road.
And then when I find out, I'm going to fuck the other one day-in and day-out until I make him a father as well.
I'm not picking favorites.
Two daddies and two babies.
I can live with that.
- - -
Daddy! Tell Bobby to leave me alone!
“Daddy! Tell Bobby to leave me alone!” I scream, swiping Bobby's hand away as he continues to try and pull my hair.
“Knock it off, you two. Katie, Billy, I'm not going to tell you again,” he calls back from the kitchen.
I never used to call him daddy, but I started doing it lately when I needed to get his attention. It's like the word is the only thing that reminds him that he needs to step in and handle things on occasion.
Don isn't a hands-on type of guy. He's always watched over us from a distance, and today is no exception. My mom's out of town, so she left her newly-minted husband to take care of us, make sure we don't get into any trouble, as is our wont.
His son, though? Ugh. He's always all over me, hands on way more than his daddy. I don't get why he's got to hang around here all the time, bothering me. He's only been in this house for a couple years, and he's only been my legitimate stepbrother for the past six months, but he immediately started behaving like a kid brother who won't stay out of your stuff.
And he's 18, for pete's sake! He doesn't act that old at all. I may be only a couple years older than him, but I feel like I'm light years ahead when it comes to maturity. All I keep thinking is: what did Don do to mess this kid up?
I can't fault my mom for marrying the guy. He's gorgeous and quite a bit younger than her. He's a little rough, at that, covered in tattoos on both his arms and who knows where else. I swear he's been to prison before; he certainly keeps a physique like he has been. I've seen him working in the garage a number of time, shirtless, and I get caught up walking into walls as I stare. He's a hunk, that's for sure, even if he is supposed to be my daddy.
Which he isn't.
I think he had Billy when he was 17 or something, younger than I am now, so he never really grew into the proper father for his kid. I think that's what messed the boy up.
Billy follows me around day in and day out, like he's infatuated with me. I've always been called pretty—so I guess I can see it—with a thin waist and large, swollen breasts, as if I was built for nursing. You think that's a weird way to describe myself? Yeah, just wait till you hear your once boyfriend describe you exactly like that. Those words still haunt me on occasion. Let it be said, I never did anything more than kiss that douchebag.
Billy's got his father's looks, so I've thought about him as well. Only a little, though! He's such an annoying little bugger, so it's hard to see him as anything other than a nuisance. It's like he and his daddy are two of a kind.
I can't say I'm entirely innocent. I do—kind of—goad Billy on. He's a horny teenager with a fantasy of me, so I tend to wear provocative clothing around the house, like t-shirts that barely hold everything in and panties that ride up tight. Don's caught me walking around like that, and he's been none too pleased, ordering me back to my room to put something decent on. But I'm no fool: I know it's because it makes him just as uncomfortable as it does his son. I've caught his lecherous eye looking me over, trying to picture what it must all look like underneath my clothes.
This time I'm just sitting on the couch watching TV—yes, maybe I might be wearing short shorts and a braless tee—and I'm not doing anything to antagonize him. But he keeps coming over and talking behind me, trying to keep me from hearing what's going on. He also keeps pulling on my ponytail, and no matter how much I scream at him to leave, he keeps circling around and doing it all over again.
This turd keeps bugging me and I know just what to do with turds: I flush them.
He pulls my hair again, so I storm around the couch. Totally unaware, he just laughs my anger off, but I deal him a swift kick right to the nuts, sending him writhing to the floor. On his way down, he snags on the lamp sitting on the end table, knocking it over and shattering it on the ground.
“How do you like that, you ass?” I ask him as he writhes in pain.
Just then Don comes around the corner from the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing, girl?”
His anger causes my shoulders to seize up and I freeze. “B-Bobby keeps pulling my hair. So I got him back for it, that's all.”
He looks down at the fragments of the lamp. “That's it, you two.” He points to me, “Your mother is gonna be pissed. Wait right here!” He disappears around the corner again.
I've never seen him this mad. He usually just ignores us. His anger stuns me, so I dare not move or argue with him. “Look what you did,” I hiss at my stepbrother.
“Me?” he says, stumbling to his feet. “You're the one who kicked me in the nuts.”
“Yeah, well, you deserved it, you little pervert.”
Before he can respond, Don swings back into the room. He grabs ahold of my wrist, bringing a pair of handcuffs down on it.
“Hey, what the hell?!”
He grabs Billy's hand and cuffs him with the other loop. “There,” he says, “Now you two are going to get along whether you like it or not.”
Don grabs me by the hand and pulls me to my bedroom, in turn dragging Billy right behind us, tossing us inside. “You're going to stay here while I go and see if I can fix that goddamn lamp. Don't—I swear to God—don't you move from this room!” He slams the door, leaving us stuck together like common criminals.
I look at my wrist. “Oh, right, great parenting, asshole. Oh God, and where did he even get these cuffs from? What the hell are they used for?”
Billy shakes his head. “I know exactly where he got these from.”
Billy pulls me along to the door. “Wait,” I say, “Where the hell are you going?”
“To get the key.”
“The key? Don said don't leave the room.”
“So?” is all he says. He opens the door and peeks around the corner. We can hear Don working in the garage, cursing up a storm as he tries to piece the lamp together.
“Come on,” Billy says. I follow him as he makes his way to our parent's room. He goes into their walk-in closet, reaches up to the top shelf, straining my arm in the process—as I'm not fucking tall enough to be reaching that high!—and pulls down a shoe box.
“What are you doing?”
He opens the lid and I gasp.
“How did you even know this was here?”
He looks at me like it's a stupid question. “Because I found it when I was looking through their stuff.”
I roll my eyes. “Looking through their stuff?” I say, disappointed. “You really are a creep. You probably put one of those dildos up your ass for fun.”
“Shut up.” He stares at the box, then back at me. Something's going on in his head, I can see it.
“What are you doing?” I harshly whisper. “Grab the fucking key and lets go.”
“No,” he shakes his head, pausing, “no, lets just take the box. I don't know which key it is. We'll have to look through them.”
“Ugh, gross. Well, fuck, lets go.” He closes the lid and we head back to my room, closing the door.
We sit on the bed, but just as he's about to open the box, I say, “Ugh, I really don't want to look in that thing.”
He says, “Then don't. Sit against the wall.” I scooch over to the wired framing of my bed, pressing my back against it, tucking my knees into my chest.
He pops the lid open, and all the weird shit in the box just freaks me out. He pulls out a big floppy dildo and lays it at my feet. I kick it away. “God, that is so gross,” I say, closing my eyes.
“Will you shut up already? Stop complaining so much.”
“Screw you.”
As I look at my own thighs, contemplating if my life could get any worse. I hear a key jostling in a lock and the click of the handcuffs coming undone. “Thank God,” I exclaim as he reaches for my wrist.
But as he goes to stick the key into the key hole, he stops. “What?” I ask, my heart stopping as I look around, thinking he heard something.
Instead, he pulls my arm back and above my head. He threads the cuff through the metal framing behind me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I cry out. I try to resist, but he's too strong, grabbing my other wrist and slapping the cuff on it.
My wrists are now cuffed together behind me, the bed frame keeping me from pulling my arms forward. “What the fuck are you doing, Billy?”
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“A lesson?” What's he going to do? “Don't you fucking leave me here. I'll scream.”
“Oh, I won't.” He grabs something out of the box. “And you're not going to.”
“Wanna bet!” I open my mouth, “HE—“ but before I can get half of the word out, Billy jams something into my mouth: a large, soft, rubber ball. He pulls the straps it's attached to, snapping them behind my head, firmly fixing it to my mouth. I try to yell, but the ball makes it sound like nothing more than a muffled grunt.
I pull against my restraints but am completely unable to get away from the bed.
Billy looks me in the eyes and smiles. “Sis, I know you've been teasing me all this time.”
I shake my head, trying to deny what is so obviously true. I can't help it, I swear! It's all in fun.
“But now,” he says, his voice taunting me, “I'm going to tease you instead.”
His hand runs under my t-shirt, palming my flat stomach. At the lightest touch, my stomach seizes and tingles, and I squeeze my legs together. What the fuck is he doing?
As his hand travels up my shirt, I grunt, trying to keep him from going too far, but there's nothing I can do to stop him. His hand runs over my tit, mushing my flesh in his hand. Oh my God, he's touching me in places no one's ever seen, let alone touched!
“Wow, so that's what a titty feels like?”
He runs his other hand under my shirt, placing it on my other tit. He molds my breasts in his hand, caressing the skin as he molests me.
Holy shit! That feels amazing. Each time his hand crosses over a nipple, I feel the tiniest surge through my skin, like crackling electricity. No one's ever touched me like this before, so everything feels so new and sensitive. Every small movement drives me crazy.
And I can't believe it's Billy! He's supposed to my brother!
“You mind if I see them?” he asks, not really asking me for my opinion. He pulls my shirt up, exposing my breasts. I grunt, cursing him, not knowing what to do.
“God, these look so nice.” Like a little pig, he leans in to suckle on me, taking my spongy flesh in his mouth, pulling on it with his lips. His hands circle my waist, pulling me closer as he flicks his tongue over my nubs.
“Jesus, this tastes so good,” he mumbles between mouthfuls. It might taste good, but it feels fucking amazing! My nipples harden as he focuses his attention on them, coaxing them out of hiding. They look so big. Maybe they were meant for nursing?
Billy hand trails back down my stomach and runs over my shorts. He presses his hand against my pussy and I moan. I'm already feeling the wetness beginning to build, and when he pushes my panties into me, I can feel them come out of me sticky, soaked in my juices.
I moan, unable to control my pleasure at his touch. I can't believe I'm enjoying this! Maybe I'm the fucking perv.
He looks me in the eyes as he smirks, grabbing my shorts and pulling them off, exposing the rest of me.
This is mortifying! I never expected to be naked with any other man, especially not so soon, and especially not with Billy. I might be a tease, but I'm not a slut.
But that doesn't stop me from feeling slutty as Billy spreads my legs, admiring my arousal. Just the sight of him staring down at my pussy makes me tingle inside, and I curse myself out for being turned on by all this.
Billy stoops his head in, and I feel his breath on me, close to my lower lips. I try to swallow, but the gag makes it incredibly difficult.
Just as I think he's going to touch me, he rears his head. “Ick, it stinks down there.”
“Yeah, it's a pussy, you fucking idiot!” I scream through the ball.
“Well, it doesn't smell that great.”
Jesus! This is the fucking boy that gets to see me naked for the first time. Just my luck.
He reaches back in the bag, pulling out a thick, soft, tapering, dildo with a suction cup on the end. He guides it toward my pussy, rubbing it through my juices as he slides it through my slit.
When it hits my clit, a shock runs through me, and I brace every time it comes back, sending me into a state of bliss.
He guides it into my opening, pushing it in slowly, watching it as it becomes engulfed in me.
“Fuck! Stop it you pervert! You're in so much fucking trouble when mom gets home.” But my words don't match my feelings. I want more of it; I want it badly. But I'm not admitting that to him of all people!
But Billy just ignores me, watching the dildo push deeper and deeper, disappearing as it crosses the thicker end of it. I gasp, the rubber dick filling me up, causing me to twitch and spasm every inch Billy pushes in.
It finally comes to a stop as the suction cup presses against my pussy, preventing the dildo from going any further. I squeeze my muscles but the tapered dick won't move as my pussy hugs it.
He pulls on it, and I hear it sliding out with a slick 'whoosh'.
He lifts it up to show me. “Look at this. Look at how wet it is.”
I blush, my face burning from shame. I want to shout that I can't help it, that I can't control how my body feels. Yeah, Billy looks sexy as fuck as he hovers over me, humiliating me with the toy he put in me, but that doesn't mean I love him or something.
“You're a creep,” I say, mustering all the defiance I can.
“Creep, right,” he mutters, “I remember you calling me a creep in the closet. What did you say? I put dildos up my ass for fun, right?”
Oh no.
“Maybe you're the one who does,” he says, “Lets find out how fun it is.”
He lifts my legs up, holding them in one arm as he positions the dildo with his other hand. I feel it tickling my backdoor, pressing on a hole it wasn't meant for.
At least, not my hole.
I try to shift, but my legs are vertical and my arms are straining against the cuffs, preventing me from moving more than a single inch.
Billy is slow and methodical, getting as much enjoyment as he can out of this whole situation, before it blows up in his face. I'll make sure of that!
The dildo pierces my ass, spreading my tight, unused hole with great difficult. I strain, bracing against the pain, trying to resist but unable to keep the thick dildo from invading me, forcing my asshole open. I clench and I push, but nothing works, and the pain starts to be unbearable. Finally, I submit, relaxing my muscles and letting go, wishing for it to be over.
But the second I release, the pain drops and the dildo pushes in with ease. The spreading no longer torture, a sharp jolt travels from my pussy to my stomach, as the thickest point of the dick opens me wider than I ever would have thought I could handle. But I handle it, and I do it well, as the stretching becomes intoxicating, the submission of my dirty entrance to my brother a slap to my face, and subsequently a slap to my pussy!
I groan as he pushes it all the way in, and I prepare myself for him to start pulling it out and thrusting it in.
But instead, he laughs, “You like that sis? I bet you fucking do!”
He leaves the dildo inside me, trapped by my tight asshole. He reaches down and undoes his belt, pulling his pants down to his thighs. I look down and his dick is out, fully erect, glistening with a bead of precum on his tip. It slides down the base of his head, landing directly on my thigh. His cock is big, too big for a boy with immaturity. It's just unfair!
I drag my butt backwards, scooting toward the frame. “Billy, what are you doing?” I ask, chewing on the gag and panicking.
But Billy doesn't say anything. He grabs my butt, pulling me back toward him, laying me flatter on the bed. “Katie, fuck, I've wanted to fuck you for so long.” He slides his dick along my slit, coating my surrounding skin in juice and precum.
He grabs his thick shaft and guides it into my pussy, falling into me as he pushes all the way in. His cock fills my tight pussy up, too big for my virgin cunt, I cry out into the ball gag.