Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
No pain this time.
Need pulses through me. I ache for more of my brother. Eventually, I’ll want both of them. I want to also be inside them. It's as though a piece of the puzzle that is our life is finally slotting into place. This feels like completion.
Andy whimpers, his finger stilling inside of me. Dex tells him to relax and then Andy is back to slowly fingerfucking my hole. Once he has me keening with need, he presses another finger inside, stretching me. The burn isn't painful. It's addictive. I'm desperate for more.
"Are you stretched out enough for Andy?" Dex asks me. "I want to fuck our brother while he fucks you. Do you want that?"
"Fuck yes," I croak, my dick leaking with pre-cum. "Please."
"Good," Dex croons. "Andy, put your dick inside our brother. Be gentle."
Andy's fingers slide out of me, leaving me empty. I don't want to be empty. I need him filling me with him. The slick tip of his dick presses against me. A surge of panic seizes me, but then I hear more whispered assurances from Dex that have me relaxing. Slowly, Andy presses into me. The stretch of him is incredible and not at all horrible like I'd secretly feared. This isn't like before with that monster.
This is Andy and Dex.
My brothers.
My safety.
Andy groans as he sinks all the way inside of me. His teeth sink into my shoulder and he breathes heavily as though if he moves, he'll come right then. His body grows still and then the bed shifts as Dex preps himself to enter Andy. I can tell the moment Dex is pushing into him because Andy's dick seems to swell in size inside my channel. His sob is one of half pleasure and half pain. I turn my head, craning to reach his mouth. His moan rattles into my mouth as he meets me for a kiss.
Dex's hand once again wraps around my dick. I'm dizzied with pleasure. He runs his thumb through the leaking pre-cum on my slit and then he jacks me in time with his thrusts. We're an awkward mess of movement, but I feel, with time, we'll begin to learn to coordinate our efforts.
Andy is the first to come.
So fast and with a ragged yelp. Heat floods into my ass, filling me to the brim. Knowing my brother is coming inside my body has me also losing it. I gasp as my balls seize up in pleasure. Fire seems to light up my every nerve ending as I come all over Dex's hand. It only takes a few more hard thrusts of our brother before he's coming too.
Holy shit.
That was fucking amazing.
Quick but amazing.
I'm looking forward to us dragging it out for hours and hours.
Andy's dick softens and it slides out of my body. Heat oozes from my hole, leaking onto the bed. I'm a boneless heap, unable to move. Andy's hand meets Dex's that's still lazily dragging fingers through my spent cum. With both of them touching me like this, it won't be long before I'll be hard again.
Snick.
I heard something.
Faint but over the sounds of my panting brothers.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Andy tenses, obviously hearing the same as me.
Someone's here.
A huge, horrifying presence fills our doorway. The monster. He's in our house. Dad. What the fuck? It takes him all of three seconds to process the scene of his naked sons, wrapped around each other with cum all over the place. His face turns red and then purple.
"Get out!" I screech, flying from the bed, rage and the need to protect my brothers driving me. I shove at his blubbery chest. I'm not nearly as big as him, but I surprise him with my fury and strength. He falls hard on his ass. His hand whips up. I'm afraid he'll strike at me, but it goes to his chest.
Dex and Andy show up next to me. Dex shoves my boxers at me. As Dad clutches at his chest, seemingly trying to suck in air, we glare at him. I yank on my boxers, fighting the urge to kick his face in.
"Is he having a heart attack?" Andy asks, his voice strained with fear.
"I think so," Dex mutters.
"Don't help him." My order is met with two nods from beside me. "He deserves to die."
The man who's done nothing but hurt us our whole lives collapses, his face smashing against the threadbare carpet. He struggles to breathe and then there's no struggle at all.
We stare at him for at least thirty minutes before I speak, breaking the silence.
"I think he's dead," I whisper.
"Fuck," Andy croaks. "Are we going to get into trouble?"
"No," Dex growls. "He did this to himself."
"Let's move him to the sofa," I order. "We'll go to sleep. In the morning, we'll call the cops. Tell them our dad came to visit us and when we woke up, he was dead."