A Bride for Two Brothers

by D. W. Collins

Quinton lifted a hand and delivered a long series of stinging spanks. He did not stop until her bottom and thighs were bright red. “Okay, are you willing to prove what you said?” he pried.

  She nodded frantically.

  He rested his hand on her inflamed flesh. “You owe my brother an apology too. You’ve may have hurt his feelings. How would you feel if a man you wanted said you were not good enough?”

  Kelsey hung her head. It was a view of the situation she had not considered. She had agreed to try being the brothers’ lover, and they had certainly kept up their part of the bargain by giving her immense pleasure.

  “Marcus, I’m sorry. I have not kept my promise.”

  “That’s a beginning,” Quinton said, “but you’re going to have to do more.” He pulled her in front of Marcus and made her kneel. “Are you willing to give yourself to us? I mean both of us?”

  She nodded.

  Kelsey expected Marcus to take out his penis for her to suck. She was actually ready to perform the act to relieve her guilt. Their eyes locked onto each other’s for a long time. She was not sure what to expect when he extended a hand and stroked her cheek very tenderly.

  “Quint and I are partially to blame here. We have moved too quickly with you,” Marcus said in a very soft voice. “We will have to train you a little more before you are ready to make a good decision about what you want.”

  The idea of being “trained” sent a chill through her. Carl talked about “training” all the time, and she never liked the things he did in the name of training. Her anxiety began to grow.

  Marcus bent and kissed her forehead delicately. “We will continue to date you if you wish, but we’ll go much slower.”

  Quinton bent and kissed her cheek. “That’s right. Taking some time will make it better.”

  Kelsey was stunned. What was happening? She had enjoyed the most wildly erotic times of her life with these two men, and now they were going to… What were they going to do? She tried to get back into control.

  “I’m sorry I made a mistake,” she purred. “I’ll do anything either of you want.” She arched her back, but neither man took advantage of her proffered breasts.

  “It’s time for you to get dressed,” Quinton said. “We all have a lot of work to do.”

  * * *

  By late afternoon, the kitchen was spotless, and a big pot of chili was simmering on the stove when the men finally returned. Kelsey had put on the same shorts and tee she had worn the first time they had made love to her. It couldn’t hurt.

  Unfortunately, the outfit did not help. Both men were pleasant enough and they clearly enjoyed looking, but neither laid a hand on her.

  Supper was uneventful. The men even kept their hands to themselves when she sat between them while they watched baseball. From time to time, she’d rest her head on one man’s shoulder or the other. For a split second, she even considered touching Quinton’s thigh. It was so close. Maybe he would want her again. Instead, she pinched her eyes shut and kept her hands in check. Risking more rejection or punishment was too dangerous. When the ball game got boring, she went to bed.

  Kelsey’s sleep was invaded by nightmares about Carl. In the worst one, he tied her wrists to the luggage rack of his car.

  * * *

  She stood facing out and helpless.

  “You’ve been very bad,” he growled menacingly. “I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He pulled out the switchblade he always carried and stroked her cheek with the back of the blade. Visions of merciless disfigurement filled her mind, but he did not cut her. Instead, he gave a sinister laugh and inserted the razor sharp blade beneath the top button of her shirt and sent it flying.

  “You are going to be one sorry bitch when I’m through with you.” He slowly cut off the rest of her shirt buttons while she trembled in dread.

  He closed the knife and slipped it into his pocket before spreading her shirt wide. His hands mauled her bra covered breasts ruthlessly, and he pinched her nipples through the thin cloth. After a few minutes of this cruel sport, he took out the knife again and cut her shirt and bra away. Nude from the waist up, she cringed as he grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. He gripped a nipple in each hand and shook her breasts roughly.

  “I’ve been too easy on you. A bitch like you needs a strong hand. Hell, this stuff just makes you hot, doesn’t it?” He unbuckled her belt and slowly pulled it from the loops of her jeans.

  Her eyes went wide as he stroked her unwillingly hardened nipples with the folded strap. He’d threatened to whip her breasts many times, and she was sure he was going to carry out that cruelty at once. Instead he pulled off her boots and socks. She screamed in shock when he grabbed her crotch without warning. His fingers ground the denim against her tender flesh.

  “Are you wet, slut?” he taunted. “Let’s see how much you really like this.” She felt her zipper open slowly. A second later, his fingers invaded the front of her panties, and he explored her female flesh. After humiliating her for a while, he pulled her remaining clothing off and strapped a wide collar around her neck. She groaned as he attached a heavy leash, freed her hands, and bound them behind her waist.

  “Time for us to go home.”

  * * *

  Kelsey screamed for several seconds, before she regained full consciousness. Thank goodness the noisy baseball game had covered her sounds. The dream had been amazingly vivid, and she needed a moment for her breathing and heartbeat to return to something like normal. She did not get any more sleep that night.

  * * *

  Sunday was the one day of the week that Kelsey had off. The brothers would microwave meals she had prepared in the last few days while she enjoyed herself.

  What Kelsey liked the most about these days was getting to sleep in. She was no morning person, so she pulled her pillow over her head to block out the racket from the men’s noisy conversation. By the time they went to do their chores, she was ready for a cup of coffee.

  She dressed and walked downstairs to fortify herself for the day. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, her eyes fell on the table, and she froze. A dog collar and leash were lying in plain view. A cold chill ran through her body. The brothers had said that she needed to be “trained”, and she realized that they were going to train her like Carl had. The bastards where going to collar her and drag her behind them on that damned leash. The thought sickened her. She was alone with them on this isolated ranch, and they could do whatever they wanted. Blind terror gripped her as she ran upstairs to get her purse.

  Marcus’ pickup was parked outside, but he had not left the key in it. The only other vehicle at hand was Quinton’s four-wheeler. It started with a push button and not a key, so she hopped on and started south. If she could get to Inverness without getting caught, she might have a chance to escape.

  The first few miles of Kelsey’s escape were exhilarating. She had never ridden a four-wheeler before, so feeling the wind in her face was exciting. But soon the rough ride became a little uncomfortable. Worse yet, the sunny sky had begun to darken. She glanced to the northwest and saw a threatening wall of clouds. Bolts of lightning illuminated the dark mass, and dust boiled near the ground. Kelsey knew that she was in the path of one of those terrible hailstorms that Quinton had warned her about.

  She pushed the four-wheeler to its limit, but it was obvious she could not outrun the storm. The wind grew colder as the storm approached.

  Just when she was sure she would meet her death in the storm’s fury, her salvation appeared. The road crossed a small stream, where a concrete culvert allowed the water to travel under the gravel. Kelsey slammed on the brakes and dismounted with barely enough time to crawl to safety inside the big pipe.

  The cold water wet her jeans, but her crouching position shielded her from the menacing hail. She stared out in fascination as the wall of hail approached. Within seconds, the dusty ground was covered with baseball sized pieces of ice. She could hear the four-wheeler being destroyed in the mael
strom. Then after a moment, the storm’s raging sound was replaced by an eerie silence. She waited until she was sure the danger had passed before she crawled out of her refuge.

  The bright sunlight had returned, and the air felt warm again. Kelsey barely had time to draw a full breath before Marcus’s pickup roared up. The hail had heavily damaged it in the brothers’ frantic rescue attempt. The brothers jumped out and rushed to her.

  “Are you alright?” Marcus yelled.

  “I’m okay,” she said as she stared down at the wrecked all-terrain vehicle. “I’m sorry your four-wheeler got totaled.” She ran her hands over her jeans in a futile attempt to squeeze out some of the dirty water. “Damn, my jeans are soaked!”

  Marcus took hold of her upper arm and led her to the back of the truck. His grip was firm but not rough, and she did not resist. His next words shocked her. “Don’t worry, Quint and I are going to dry your jeans and warm your ass!”

  Chapter Seven

  Marcus took a seat on the tailgate and pulled a now frantically squirming Kelsey across his lap. Quinton’s fingers slipped into the waistband of her drenched jeans and shucked them and her panties around her ankles.

  “Why were you riding with a storm blowing up?” Quinton yelled. “Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

  She let out a scream as Marcus’s hand connected with her freshly bared, wet bottom. The blow made a splatting sound as water sprayed in every direction.

  “Why are you spanking me?” she wailed.

  Quinton finished removing her jeans and sneakers and tossed them aside.

  “We are going to spank some sense into you,” Quinton growled. “Don’t you remember that I warned you about storms the day you got here?” Several droplets of water struck his face as Marcus delivered another blow. “You need to pay attention. This can be dangerous country when the weather gets bad,” Quinton barked as his brother delivered another blow.

  Kelsey was surprised to feel how different a wet bottom spanking felt and sounded. The moisture made her bottom actually sting more. “Please stop. This is awful! I can’t stand it anymore,” she cried.

  Quinton pulled off his wide leather belt. “This is just the warm up,” Quinton said. “Girl, you’re not even dry yet.”

  Marcus lifted her off his lap and bent her over the tail gate. His heavy boot pushed her feet apart. “Stand like that so Quint can get you nice and dry.”

  Kelsey yelped when the cursed belt striped the backs of her thighs and made the moisture splatter. After a few more hard strokes, she tried to edge her knees closer, but Marcus foiled her effort. Quint stung her inner thighs with the belt’s tongue, and then she quivered as he gently touched her well exposed sex. His silent caressing warned her more effectively than any threat. He administered another series of spanks that left her crimson from waist to knees. Her exposed skin was thoroughly dry.

  Quinton replaced his belt and adjusted the front of his jeans. They had suddenly grown uncomfortably tight. Marcus slipped a hand between her thighs and used his fingers to swat her labia. “You weren’t out for a joy ride. We saw you running for your life. My brother and I want the truth,” he said as he stung her slit again. “You were running away, weren’t you?”

  “Yes!” she wailed. “I didn’t want to be leashed! I saw what you had laid out on the table for me. I won’t be any man’s bitch! I’m not a dog!”

  The brothers exchanged bewildered looks for several seconds until Marcus finally understood. He reluctantly pulled his hand away.

  “The leash and collar aren’t for you. I think Bonnie is pregnant, and I was getting ready to take her to the vet for an exam as soon as our chores were finished.”

  Kelsey groaned as she realized her mistake. “Oh god, my old boyfriend made me wear a collar, and I hated it. When you guys started talking about training me I was afraid. Seeing the collar pushed me over the edge. I freaked out.” She turned her head and their eyes met.

  The brothers helped her stand, and they steadied her until her legs stopped trembling. “We’re tired of chasing you,” Quinton said. “You can keep your job no matter how you answer, but we want to start dating you again. Are you interested in being with us, both of us?” Marcus nodded to show his agreement with Quinton’s words.

  Kelsey nodded immediately. The brothers had spanked her bare ass, but she felt safe with both of them.

  “I’m ready to date both of you.” Then she smiled impishly. “Do I have to pay for the ATV?”

  “We’ll take it out of your pay,” Marcus said as he choked back a laugh.

  Quinton poked him playfully. “You can forget my half. I’m not a scrooge like my brother.”

  Marcus laughed. “Okay, okay, you can forget my half too. Let’s get you home.”

  Kelsey reached for her jeans, but Quinton put a foot on top of them.

  “Not so quick, missy,” Quinton said. “You owe us corner time. Get into the truck.”

  The men made her sit between them on a rough horse blanket that tormented her bottom all the way back to the ranch house. She wondered how many more times the brothers would have her half-naked like this.

  As soon as the truck stopped, Bonnie ran up and licked Kelsey’s hand. Of course, the dog seemed completely unaware that the young woman was bare from the waist down. She just wanted a treat.

  “Go kneel in front of the fireplace,” Marcus said. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

  Kelsey wasted no time in complying; her butt hurt enough for one day. As she knelt in front of the warm fire, Kelsey’s thoughts drifted back to the Whittington brothers and the scorching they had inflicted on her bottom. Being stripped and spanked on the open road had been humiliating to be sure, but it had also been very exciting. She had no doubt that the men had gotten hard, and she had the wicked desire that they would want her this very evening. A naughty but simple plan quickly formed in her mind.

  * * *

  Kelsey was not the only member of the household with lustful thoughts in mind. The brothers had formulated an erotic agenda of their own. They walked into the room and pretended to ignore the woman that was obsessing over them both. The men took their customary places on their long leather couch and began watching baseball.

  After a few minutes, Marcus announced that corner time was over, but Kelsey launched her seduction plan before the boys could take action. She stood and peeled off her remaining clothing. The men’s conversation stopped immediately. Their eyes were riveted on her as she turned and reclined just below the big TV screen. Both men watched intently as she propped her upper body on an elbow and bent a leg to give them an unobstructed view of her womanhood. It was the kind of pose she had seen in paintings by the old masters. She was barely able to keep from giggling at their wanton expressions.

  “Is the game good?” she asked with astounding false innocence. Marcus pointed to her and crooked his finger. “Do you want me to come over there? I don’t want to crowd you two.” Neither man complained as she intentionally blocked their view of the screen as she approached.

  Kelsey’s tantalizing stroll ended directly in front of the brothers. Her cleanly shaved pubis was directly at their eye level.

  “I don’t think we need to ask what you have on your mind,” Quinton asked. He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his hand on the small of her back.

  “It’s not on baseball,” she whispered. She had never felt safe enough with any man to be so brazen, and now she was offering her body to two of them.

  Quinton placed his palms on her red bottom and made her fidget.

  “You have a hot ass,” he whispered.

  “Her whole body is hot,” Marcus said as his fingers moved to her moist slit, followed by his mouth.

  She pressed her slit against Marcus’s mouth and knotted her fingers into his thick hair as his tongue slipped inside her.

  Marcus skillfully tongued and mouthed her simmering flesh until her legs began to weaken. He sucked her swollen clit for a few more seconds, and Kelsey was a
lmost delirious when Quinton took over pleasuring her, but she was disappointed when he avoided her pleasure pearl.

  “You are not allowed to come until we have you in our bed and give you permission,” Quinton said. “A submissive needs to learn to control herself. Don’t make us punish you.”

  She believed what Quinton said, and his demand that she restrain herself aroused her even more. Marcus stepped behind her and sensuously ran his fingers and lips over her bare back, shoulders, neck, and flanks. The experience of being pleasured by two men nearly overwhelmed her. Just when she was about to lose control, Quinton pulled his mouth away from her molten pussy and lifted her easily onto his broad shoulder.

  He carried her upstairs and rolled her onto the big bed in Marcus’s room a minute later. She stared hungrily as the men stripped for her. The sight of their muscular bodies and meaty cocks made her drool. Marcus stretched out on his side beside her and pulled her facing him. She felt Quinton’s body press against her back, and his coarse hair stung her inflamed butt.

  Marcus wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. “You were very naughty down stairs. How do you expect us to watch the game with you prancing around bare-assed?”

  “I thought you’d like seeing me naked. I can get dressed if you want,” she teased.

  “We’ll spank you again if you do,” Quinton growled. He pinched her sore bottom and made her yelp.

  “Oh, please don’t do that. I’m not going to be able to sit for days. My butt is so sore.”

  “It may be sore, but that won’t stop us if you misbehave,” Quinton said.

  “I thought the two of you were going to be nice to me,” she pouted.

  “We are looking for a woman we can protect and enjoy,” Marcus said, “but she will need to be respectful and submissive.”

  Kelsey snorted in a very unladylike way. “How safe can I feel when I know that either of you may pull my pants down and set fire to my butt?”