by Rae Foxx
They took advantage of my fumbling with the enormous dildos and grabbed them back, talking about no one taking a man’s saber from him. They started their galaxy play again, but this time, Evan lost his balance as he stepped onto a random table that held a wide variety of anal beads and fell backward, sending the glass toys everywhere.
“Oh, shit. Poetry. Damn it, Evan!” I said, but when I looked at my aunt, expecting frustration or maybe angry laughter, nothing was happening. She wasn't happening, in fact, she seemed to have checked out. My aunt stared ahead as if she was in a galaxy far, far away.
“Poetry?” I touched her arm and she jumped a mile high, clutching the gauzy fabric at her chest.
“Oh, Scarlet," she gasped, her voice more air than sound. She suddenly gripped my arm and I jumped, trying to get away. But she held on tight. "In my dream, the wolf and the glass. The crack in the night will lead you to the source. Follow the shattering darkness.”
Her bottom lip jutted out like she had surprised even herself with the sudden prophecy.
“What have you been smoking?" I asked, the twins gesturing to the wall of weed. Well, I already knew the answer to that, but this was something else.
This woman was on something. Either that or my aunt Poetry was a goddamned psychic.
25
"Thank you! That's good, thank you!" I called down the stairs as I shut the door behind me, giving Poetry one last wave before shutting, locking, and sagging against the old wood.
"Well, that was the most awkward two hours of my life," I sighed, looking up to the twins who I already knew did not agree with me.
They were laden down with toys and goodies that Poetry had bestowed upon us. In fact, the variety of lubes that I had stocked last week were now spread over the bed, the boys doing a taste test and ordering them most to least favorite.
They would probably have still been down there if I hadn't shuffled them away after they had tried to convince me to squeeze into one of my aunt’s dominatrix outfits. I wasn't against the idea per se, but I wasn't going to do it in front of my aunt. I certainly wasn't going to wear one of hers, I had no way of knowing where it had been.
Ew.
"Speak for yourself, kitten," Evan said, turning around as he licked a tube of watermelon lube, Owen sucking on a tube or orange-flavored lube behind them. You would think the tubes were candy with the way the twins were devouring them. "We had quite the time."
"Sorry, I don't think I will ever be able to have 'quite the time' in regard to discussing my sex life with my aunt," I cringed as I pulled myself to my feet. Just the idea of that made my insides go all squiggly. "Or demonstrating sex toys."
I ran my fingers over the bag, pulling the cotton away to try to get a peek at what had made it up here. I had been so focused on cleaning up glass and staying out of the conversation that I wasn't even sure.
"Well, how about using sex toys with just us?" Owen asked, whispering as he stepped behind me. He wound his hands around my waist and instantly moved underneath my shirt, flattening against my skin. "Will you let us show you all of our new toys, Scar?"
His fingers traced softly over my skin, circling my navel before darting down to fiddle with my pants button, just waiting for the go-ahead to strip me bare. I was already swollen and wet from my bathroom escapades with Travis, so feeling Owen's finger tease against my skin and my waistband was really bringing it all back.
My fox purred and chittered in delight in anticipation of what was going to happen, and I tilted my hips before immediately pulling them back. Didn't matter, Owen chuckled as I fought against the lust he was filling me with, sensations that only got worse as Evan stepped in front of me too. His hands also wrapped around my waist in the other direction, although he didn't play with my waistband.
His warm hands slid underneath my jeans, cupping the cold flesh of my ass and squeezing, spreading me a bit.
"I think you will like what we brought you," Evan whispered before leaning in, his lips soft against my own. Tasting me before his lips traced a line over my jaw down to the soft hollow of my neck that he knew always drove me mad.
"We snuck it away just for you," Owen's voice was as soft as his brother’s as his fingers finally plucked my button open. His finger ticks began tickling the flesh and hair there before he moved to pull the zipper down. Slowly. Methodically.
God, he was driving me mad. The sound of the zipper blended with the ragged inhale from the twins and my stomach flip-flopped, my hips tilting toward Owen's hand in desperation. The blonde man behind me chuckled, opening the fly of my jeans as his hands moved back to the apex of my thighs, touching the flesh just far enough from my clit that it was clear he was trying to drive me mad.
"Do you want us to show you our new toys, Scarlet?" Evan asked, squeezing and spreading my ass again before lifting his hands to grip my jeans, to slowly wiggle the fabric over my hips. I jiggled a bit to help him along, but he froze.
He was going to make me say it. I was having trouble breathing and he was going to make me say it.
"Do you want us to make you howl and beg for more?" Owen whispered against my skin, his hands still tapping against me.
"Let us show you what we bought."
They were everywhere, and yet they were nowhere I wanted them to be. I wanted them to touch me, to taste me, to fill me. I just wasn't sure what toys they were speaking of and the not knowing was driving me mad.
Mad in fear.
Mad in desire.
"Show me," I moaned finally, tilting my hips again as I clung to them. As I begged for their touch. "Use me."
"Gladly." Evan kissed my neck again before he backed away, clearing the bed as Owen dropped my shorts to the floor and lifted me.
"You are going to love this Scar," Owen whispered, kissing my cheek and then my lips as he carefully laid me on the bed. I moved to spread my legs, but he just chuckled and closed them. "Oh no. We have better things planned."
I only saw a flash of Owen’s mischievous grin before he stood, leaving me staring at the ceiling as zippers, and plastic and fabric ruffled all around me.
"Come here, Scar." Owen's finger ran over my leg and hip before dragging over my torso, prodding me up. He crawled onto the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs wide, his already bared and hardened erection pointing up in his own plea for attention. "Come taste me."
Assuming he had coated himself in orange-flavored lube, I crawled over to him. Evan was still fiddling with something behind me as I crawled between Owen's legs looking like a cat, or even the fox I was, as I then sat on hands and knees, and lowered myself to the throbbing head of his cock.
My tongue was desperate as I opened wide, saliva pooling in hunger as I licked him. He tasted like him, like the heady, woodsy, meaty flavor that was always him. I was actually glad for it, as good as I was sure the flavored lubes were, he tasted so much better. He tasted like home.
I lapped at him, his hands wrapping around my rib cage as he lowered my face closer to him, pressing his stiff member into my mouth while tilting me up. I froze, pulling away from the deliciousness of him to look at him, to look at Evan who kneeled behind me, bared and grinning as he piled pillows below my hips.
"Evan?" I asked, my voice shaking a bit. We were two for zero on trying anal. In fact, the last time we had, my father had walked in on us. Yes, it had started to feel good that time, but I wasn't sure I was ready to try again.
"Don't worry, Kitten, I'll be gentle." The touch of his fingers against the curve on my ass seemed to promise that. The slight gleam in his eyes, however, did not. "Besides, we bought something to help."
The wicked glint in his eyes spread as his grin did, and he held up what looked like three rubber tops. All with differing widths, all with jewels on the end. I had seen those downstairs; Poetry having used the word "trainer" before I had busied myself with more glass. Now they were in Evan's hand, staring at me as he dropped lines of cold lube down my ass crack. I shivered as it ran over the tender f
lesh, as it chilled and pooled in crevices that were about to be explored for the first time.
"This is going to feel good, Kitten," Evan said, his warm palm on my back as Owen's fingers began to twist in my hair. The brothers shushing and calming me as the first tiny knob of rubber pressed against the tight pucker.
"Relax." Evan's palm rubbed over my back comfortingly, Owen shushing as my body tightened and tensed with the intrusion.
I had expected so much worse. I had expected the pressure of them pushing their cocks into my ass in an attempt to spread and fuck me together. But this, this was just enough to feel good, enough to spread and open me up without bringing that painful fire along with it.
"Yes," Evan moaned as he began to push the dildo in and out of my ass. "God, that's beautiful."
From where I lay on Owen's lap, his still-erect cock inches from my mouth, I could see Evan reach for his own He wrapped his hand around the hard shaft as he began to stroke himself, touch himself, moving his hand in time with the dildo that he was penetrating me with.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
I couldn't help it. I moaned. The sound was low and lovely as my two mates pleasured me. Owen's fingers reached to stroke and grip my nipples, a tease for what was coming I'm sure.
"I wish you could see this, brother," Evan said, still stroking himself. "I wish you could see her take this."
"I will, soon," Owen whispered, his hands leaving my breasts to cup my hips, to hold me up as Evan removed the slick dildo from me.
"Don't go," I whispered, shaking my ass at Evan in a plea to bring back the toy. He just chuckled.
"Oh, I'm not." Evan's voice had that same dark desire it always had as more lube dripped down my ass. "I'm just going to spread you more. And more. I'm going to spread you wide enough that this ass will take my cock. Wide enough that I will finally get to fuck this ass. And then, we can fill you properly."
God, I could come right there, just listening to that dark command in his voice. Listening to his lust and desire and knowing that it was all focused on me. I whimpered, burrowing my face into Owen's lap and licking the base of his cock as though it was candy. He moaned, his cock jumping as he spread my cheeks, and Evan placed the next dildo against the opening there.
This one was wider, and it spread me wider as he pressed it into me, that burn and pain from the last few times we had tried this coming back. I hissed, clenching a bit as the sting grew.
"Relax," Evan demanded, smacking my ass. I jerked but did what he said, forcing my muscles to chill as he held the dildo inside of me, as I continued to spread and the burn began to die down. "Perfect."
The next dildo began to slide in and out of me, Evan huffing and moaning as he fucked me with the rubber cock while he held and stroked his own. Watching him touch himself was sending a flood of wet through me. I wanted to help, I wanted to touch him and make him feel good. As good as I was feeling with the steady motion of the ribbed dildo as it moved in and out of me, my opening spreading and shrinking to accommodate.
Each time Evan pushed it in and out the pain lessened, until there was only pleasure, and want, and desire.
I reached for Evan. For his cock that he was stroking and touching as the head bulged. I had barely moved when Owen grabbed my hands, his hands firm against my wrists as he held them onto the mattress, holding me down against him.
"Nu-uh, it's our turn to pleasure you," Owen teased, his cock twitching as it touched my nose. As if saying that, as if watching his brother spread and prepare my ass was doing the same to him.
"God, this is going to make me cum," I moaned, bucking against the dildo as Owen released my hands, allowing me to grip his hips and lick the veined shaft of his cock. Both of my boys were hard and swollen. I wasn't the only one who was close.
"Not yet, Kitten, not until my cock is the one fucking you." Evan pulled the ridged dildo from me, and I tilted my hips, already begging for the next one.
Cold, wet lube dripped over my crack, over the open need of my ass, and he moaned, his hands gripping it as he spread me wider. I tensed, expecting the next dildo to burn. I expected that pleasurable burn that I was quickly learning to love.
The dildo never came.
Evan's fingertips dug into my ass, bruising the flesh as he spread me, as he aligned his cock with the open gap of my ass, and began to push his way in.
"Fucking god!" I half moaned, grateful for Owen's arms that were holding me against him, holding me still.
The pressure of Evan's cock spread me, it burned in my hips and pressed against my belly. It swelled against my pussy, although right then it didn't matter.
Evan's cock was all that mattered. Evan's cock was spreading me. That was pressing into me. That slowly began fucking me.
"Fuck her, brother," Owen said, still holding me down. His thumbs were rubbing soft circles against my back as he calmed me, as the pain turned into pure pleasure and I began to moan.
"I've wanted this for years," Evan moaned as he pressed himself in and out of me, the sounds of his pleasure escalating as fire flooded over me, pulsing desire taking over everything. My ass. My pussy.
Oh god. The thought of having both of them fucking me was sending me over the top., One in my ass, one in my cunt. I moaned and bucked, wishing that I could feel that now, that I could take them now.
I would. And soon, but for now, I could have the next best thing.
Evan pulled out and I lifted my head, capturing the head of Owen's cock between my lips, only to be shoved down onto him as Evan pushed his way back in.
"Beautiful fox," Owen moaned, spreading his legs to give me better access to the cock that was pressing against my throat, my tongue running over him as he bucked and fucked my mouth.
Evan sped up, his cock pumping in and out of me and forcing my mouth farther onto his brother. Both of them were heaving and pumping and digging their fingers into my skin as they pressed inside one last time and came.
Cum filled my mouth, the sweet and salty taste of it flooding my tongue as Evan pressed into my ass, jerking as he came again and again.
I expected Evan to pull out, for my boys to leave me full of their cum as we tangled on the bed and drifted off to sleep. But no, Evan began to penetrate me again, pulling out his cock to immediately replace it with another dildo, this one spreading me more.
"I knew you'd love it," Owen whispered, one hand holding my mouth against his quickly growing cock, his dick stiffening again as he leaned forward and pressed his finger against my clit.
Owen's finger began circling as Evan pulsed the dildo in and out of me, the two of them working in time as they brought me closer and closer to climax.
Closer.
Closer.
I screamed when I came. Screamed against Owen's cock, tightening against the dildo that was infiltrating me as Evan caressed my ass, fondling it as though it was his favorite thing.
I knew it was.
Just as I knew he was going to get a lot of use out of his new toys.
26
“Hey! Wake up!” I grabbed Evan’s foot and shook it, trying to rouse him from the sex-coma he had fallen into a few hours before. He wrenched it back and cussed at me, or sputtered into his pillow, grumbling something that might have been a swear. Sucks to be him, I wasn't going to give up that easily. “Get up. You can’t be that tired.”
I smacked the closest ass that was poking up through the blankets, not really caring who it belonged to. They slept nearly identically, so sometimes it was hard to tell which ass tent belonged to who.
“Grrroivm fmd...Scar.” That was the only answer I got, although this time from Owen. I spoke Twin fluently, but that was too much for me to translate.
I spoke Twin, not twin-in-pillow.
“Come on,” I said, slapping the back of the closest calf, making it twitch. “Let’s go back to the butcher. We can get that book or find some clues while no one is there."
"Yeah, yeah, in the
morning, kay? We'll wake up early, promise,” Owen turned and mumbled my way, although his eyes remained closed and he might have kissed his pillow a few times. He was cute, I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was already early in the morning. "Fuckin’ told you to stay clear of the murder shit. We aren’t Mysteries, Inc. Come back to bed. You have to stay safe, remember?”
The last of Owen’s words were drowned in the pillow as he fell back asleep with a snort. Ugh, I hate that he was right. I had told Phoquin I would stay out of trouble... but that was all the more reason to do this at night. I would go ask Travis to come with me, but I already knew what that answer would be.
Looked like I was on my own.
Damn. I really needed that sleuth hat. I would look so much cooler on this mission to uncover the truth about who killed Kent and reveal the fact that the wolf hadn’t done it.
As though he was listening in on my thoughts, a howl broke the night. The haunting melody cracked through my nerves like broken china and I jumped. I rushed to the window, expecting him to just be standing in the empty field, staring up at me. But the field was empty, the streets were empty. There were no lights in the windows or street lights to flicker ominously. At least there wasn't fog.
I might have rethought going out if there had been fog.
Shoes tied, I stood and made my way over the creaky floor and down the stairs. Thankfully there was no Taylor Lautner worshipping this time. The store was silent, only a few of the hanging crystals casting shards of light over the wall as I crept through bookcases and the overstocked shelves of the backroom to the alley behind.
I cracked the door, just as another haunting howl cracked the night, the clouds parting as a bright wave of moonlight washed over me. Okay, maybe I would take fog over this. The full moon cast everything in a blue glow, weird shadows spreading over asphalt and pretty cobbled streets and I made my way to the butcher.
If I was lucky this would be a quick in and out. If I was really lucky the wolf would catch up with me.