Their Virgin Brat

by SC Daiko

  “Things went a bit pear-shaped when Jon Walters was forced to retire after the first round, due to his horse going lame,” Liam adds, referring to the third member of the British squad.

  I pass the potatoes to Aiden. “How did Magic get on?”

  “He was off-form.” Aiden frowns and helps himself to the mash. “Lacked the energy needed to go clear.”

  “Oh?” I ask, worried. “Hope it was nothing serious.”

  “Just frigging hot weather. Magic doesn’t do well in the heat.”

  “I was set to gallop home to a second fault-free round on Odin, which would have kept the pressure at boiling point on Team Italy,” Liam says dryly. “But, at the final moment, he dropped a hoof and hit the last fence.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I say, giving him what I hope is a sympathetic look.

  Aiden takes a sip of wine. “Yeah, Team GB finished with a 13-fault total while the Italians registered just nine. Third position was divided between Ireland and Spain who each collected 17 faults.”

  “Second place isn’t too bad,” I say, reaching across the table to touch both their hands. They’re so freaking competitive, wanting to win all the time. I suppose it’s what keeps them motivated and driven to succeed. I need to get into that mindset myself, if I’m to make it in their world. I hope I’ve got what it takes…

  They go on to tell me that they managed to win one individual class each on King and Zelda. In Aiden’s other event, Firefly picked up eight penalties in the first round, but danced through the combination and sprang over the rest of the fences in the second round to come second. Liam was third jumping Sundancer in the final competition of the day. The prize money will be useful, they say. Travelling with horses around Europe, and indeed the rest of the world, is an expensive business.

  I gather our plates when we finish eating and load them in the dishwasher while the guys put the leftover food away in the fridge. We make our way to the sitting room, as per our routine, and collapse on the sofa. Aiden puts his arm around me, and I reach up to run my fingers through his tousled hair. His tee is stretched tight across his pecs, his chest hard against my tits, and his kiss is hungry, demanding. He holds me tight, one hand at the nape of my neck, the other on my shoulder; I moan breathlessly.

  Then it’s Liam’s turn to kiss me, his hand grazing the top of my thigh. I close my eyes and flick my tongue into his mouth. His stubble scratches my lips and he tastes of wine and want. I’ve missed this so much, I realise as they both start kissing me; I’m addicted to them. Their lips are hot and wet, and two needy tongues capture mine, one after the other, hard and deep. I pull away, gasping, my lips swollen. How will I ever be able to give them up? I swallow the sudden lump in my throat. Don’t think about it, Sam!

  Aiden lifts off my t-shirt and runs his thumbs over my nipples. “Beautiful,” he says. Just the one word, and my heart gives a little lurch. I roll my shoulders, and he draws my left nipple into his mouth, biting down and making me yelp. My pussy clenches and I feel myself getting wet.

  Liam catches both my wrists in a single-handed grip, then reaches out with his free hand to squeeze my right tit while Aiden draws my left one into his mouth again. Liam pinches then rolls my other nipple backwards and forwards between his fingertips, matching Aiden’s sucking rhythm on my other breast. “Oh, yes,” I whimper.

  Liam’s deep-blue gaze is fixed on mine. His eyes are wide and shining with lust; his mouth is slack. He touches his hand to my cheek. “You’re so lovely, babe.” And his words melt me too; I just love how he and his twin make me feel.

  I part my lips, taking in two of Liam’s fingers and swallowing them to the back of my throat. I reach down and unbuckle his jeans. He pulls them off, steps out of his boxers and unbuttons his shirt. I blink heavy-lidded eyes at his gorgeous body. There’s a small scar I never noticed before; he must have had an appendectomy.

  Meanwhile, Aiden is getting undressed, his movements slow and deliberate. More heat pools between my legs, and it seems like every nerve in my body is sparking.

  I slip down to the floor between these two beautiful men, and kneel facing them. I cover the head of Aiden’s gorgeous dick with my mouth, and lap at the salty fluid seeping from the tip while I pump at its base.

  Groaning, he leans back on the sofa cushion, his legs stretched out, and pushes himself into me. I look up at him, losing myself in his shining deep-blue eyes.

  Liam leans toward me, and his fresh outdoors scent fills the air; his cock nudges my cheek. Turning my head, I take him in my hand and open wide, letting Aiden’s cock fall out completely. Liam’s dick is so like Aiden’s, of course; the tip is wide and rosy red, like a bud. I just love it. Correction. I love both their cocks.

  After I’ve sucked him until my cheeks are hollow, Liam pulls his dick from my mouth and pushes gently on my head, guiding me to take Aiden, fisting my hair softly with one hand. “That’s it, babe. You’re doing great.”

  I take it in turns to suck them off, and I’m like a little girl in a candy store with two lollipops. I smirk to myself at the comparison. Liam climaxes first, grunting and shooting his salty fluid into the back of my throat. I swallow every drop and look up at him with pride in my eyes.

  “Good girl,” he says, “now finish Aiden off.”

  I fix my eyes on Aiden’s as I take him, loving the feel of his hardness against my tongue. I bob my head up and down, sucking again with all my strength. His release comes with a bellow from deep within him. “Fuck,” he groans, spurting, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  I get to my feet and hold out my hands. “Let’s go up to my room, guys. We don’t want Rachel, Joe or Zac walking in on us.”

  Eyes glinting, they retrieve our clothes before scooping me up in their arms, Aiden carrying my top half and Liam my bottom. I giggle and squirm, but they hold me tight. They’ve got me, and it feels like I belong to them; I don’t ever want them to let them go.

  11

  Aiden

  Samantha is quiet as we drive back to Herefordshire. I remember my first red rosette when qualifying for novice status, the feeling of achievement and elation. I guess she’s reliving every moment of the event. I’m so frigging proud of her; I can’t wait to smother her with kisses. Proper kisses. I steal a glance at Liam, and catch the pride in his face as well. There’s nothing more rewarding than teaching someone how to do something, and then watch them ace it.

  Back at the yard, Betty and Burt rush up to us, tails wagging. We unload Jason, and Rachel takes him off our hands to settle him for the night. We ask her to join us for supper, but she says she’d rather heat up some soup in her bedsit. Zac and Joe have already knocked off work for the day, although there’s CCTV in their accommodation for them to monitor the team.

  “I’ll have a shower and then change,” Samantha says as we step through the front door. “I won’t be long.”

  Liam and I go for a quick wash, and then meet in the kitchen.

  “You think Samantha’s okay?” I ask him, opening the fridge to retrieve two beers.

  “Of course. Why?” His eyes glint.

  I crack open a bottle and hand it to him. “I dunno. She barely said a word on the way home.”

  We stare at each other, through each other. “Wanna tell her we love her?” he asks, running a hand though his hair.

  “I think it’s time we did,” I voice my thoughts. “We need to find out if she feels the same.”

  “What if she doesn’t?” he groans.

  “What if she doesn’t what?” Samantha smiles, coming into the kitchen and pecking us both on the cheek.

  We stand back and stare. She’s looking as pretty as a picture in a halter-neck floaty white dress. And she smells divine; she must have spritzed herself with perfume. “We’ll tell you later, sweetheart,” I say. “You’re looking beautiful, by the way. Stunning, in fact.”

  “Absolutely gorgeous,” Liam adds. “Good enough to eat.”

  She blushes. “Thanks.”

  “Like a drink?”
Liam asks, his gaze on her shapely shoulders.

  “Some white wine, please.”

  I pour her a glass and she knocks it back in one go. I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t let it go to your head, sweetheart.”

  She visibly bristles. “Hey, bossy man. I’m celebrating.”

  “Lighten up, bro,’” Liam chuckles. “Our girl did good today.” He winks. “And this is just the start of our celebrations.”

  We clink our bottles with her glass. “Here’s to us,” I say.

  “To us,” they repeat.

  She sits with Liam at the table while I prepare our food. Mrs Potts has made us a Bolognese sauce, all I need to do is heat it up and cook the pasta.

  We eat in hungry silence, Liam and I graduating to wine after finishing our beers. We put the leftovers in the dogs’ bowls when we’ve finished, and they wolf down the scraps. Samantha gathers our plates and stacks them in the dishwasher. “Who wants desert?” she asks.

  “The only dessert I’m interested in,” Liam snickers, “is the sassy brat standing in front of me.”

  “Oh?” she giggles, and pokes her tongue out. “Then maybe we should enjoy that upstairs?”

  WE stand and face each other in Samantha’s bedroom. Dusk is falling outside, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle comes through the open window.

  “Come here, babe,” Liam cocks a finger.

  She does as he asks, and he unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. Fuck me, not only isn’t she wearing a bra, but she’s gone commando in the knickers department. Liam and I strip off our clothes, our hot hungry eyes on her, and she gives us a smile of invitation we can’t refuse.

  I lift her in my arms, and carry her to the bed. Her breath comes in long, deep pulls and her little tits rise and fall as I settle her on the mattress. A wave of wonder wells up within me. I love her. I really love her. Deeply and desperately. An intoxicating feeling of desire and exhilaration and the need to cherish and protect her.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Liam’s voice is low, almost reverent. He gets onto his knees behind her, and lifts her back up a little. He reaches around and takes hold of her tits, kneading them while kissing the nape of her neck.

  I bend and bring my mouth down on hers, tongue sliding between her lips, and my palm cups her lovely cheeks. She closes her eyes and kisses me back. But I sense her nerves, and, when I touch her shoulders, they’re stiff. Glancing down, I notice her hands are bunched into the sheets.

  “Relax,” Liam whispers into her ear; he’s got her vibes. “You’re too tense.”

  “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” I ask.

  “I’m sure,” she blows out a breath.

  Liam hooks his hands under her knees and hitches her up so that her ass is accessible to me. I bend and spread her wide, inserting my tongue into her tight little ring. She squirms and squeals, but I carry on tonguing her, loving the scent of her glistening pussy just above my nose. Horny little girl.

  “Oh, Aiden,” she moans.

  “Prep her now, bro’,” Liam rasps. “I need to be inside our girl.”

  I reach for the bottle of lube I left on the nightstand before I undressed, and the gel is cool as I spread it on my hand. My fingers brush her thighs and slide around to cup her asscheeks.

  Her breathing is quick and raspy. “Look at me,” I grunt.

  She lifts her eyes to mine, her pupils dilated with desire and determination. I insert a finger past her rim, and wriggle it around. She hisses and holds onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. “How does that feel?” I ask.

  “Squirmy and tickly,” she blushes. “I hope it’s clean in there.”

  Her lovely asshole clenches around my finger as I probe deeper. “Beautiful. You’re frigging beautiful inside.”

  “I am?” she frowns.

  “You better believe it, babe,” Liam grunts.

  I work my way in and out, gently, ever so frigging gently, massaging, pressing deeper, moving in widening circles, teasing and stretching her until she’s taking three fingers easily.

  “Liam will fuck your virgin asshole in a minute,” I grunt. “But I need to make sure you’re perfectly ready first.”

  “I’m ready, I’m ready.”

  She groans as I add a fourth finger, but there’s no resistance.

  “I do believe our girl is speaking the truth,” I mutter.

  Liam lets go of her knees and reaches under her arms to hike her up his body. Then he wriggles all the way underneath, peppering kisses up the back of her neck.

  I lock my eyes with hers. “Keep focused on the pleasure while Liam breeches you, Samantha.”

  “I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he groans, “and it’s fucking perfect.”

  I still have her fixed in my gaze. “Let him in.”

  Liam holds her hips and pushes up into her. She tenses and arches her back. He wraps his arms around her. “You’re lovely and tight, Sam,” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”

  She shakes her head. “No,” she says, determination in her voice. “I’m fine.”

  I look into her eyes again, trying to deduce if she’s telling the truth. But, why would she lie? My swollen, wet cock brushes against her thigh, and she breaks her gaze with mine to glance down at it. My thickness is hard and ready for her. “Fuck me, Aiden. I want you inside me.”

  “Your ass is stretched full of Liam,” I say. “It might hurt.”

  “Please, fuck me. Both holes. I want you both at once.”

  “Our girl is being bratty,” Liam chuckles. “But, on this occasion, I think we’ll let her have her way.”

  I bring my chest down on hers and inch my cock into her pussy. “Okay?” I whisper.

  She nods, a tiny tip of her chin. “More.”

  Fuck, yeah. Another push, and I’m seated all the way inside, and it’s so frigging tight I could come right away. I close my eyes, and concentrate hard.

  Liam pushes from below and she lets out a yelp. He stops pushing and starts kissing her shoulders and then her neck. “Are you okay, babe? Do you want us to stop?”

  She claws at my shoulders. “No. Don’t stop! I can take it.”

  “Good girl,” we say together.

  We fuck her slow and gentle, alternating strokes, one in one out. “Ready for more?” Liam grunts.

  “Faster, fuck me faster!” she squeals, moving her head from side to side.

  We change our timing and thrust together, in together and out together, grunting as we slam our cocks into her. We pant into her ears and I kiss her, Liam kissing her nape and me her lips. She doesn’t even flinch at where my tongue has been.

  My fingers reach down and find her clit. She starts to tremble. “I’m gonna come. Please, I want you both to come with me.”

  Liam bites and then sucks on the skin at the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking tight, babe, can’t stop myself.”

  “Do it,” she hisses. Her whole body is shaking. She lifts her hands to my face, locking her gaze with mine. Her pussy clenches tight around me and she screams our names, cum gushing out of her and bathing my cock.

  My pulse pounds in my throat, my breath rasps, I lose all sense of who I am as I arch my back and spill my seed into her. My head spins with the intensity; it’s like we are one, the three of us. We hold her and she holds us as our breathing stills, warm sweaty skin against skin and the scent of our fucking in the air.

  I roll off her and flop back against the pillows. Turning on my side, I raise a hand and stroke her soft cheek. My eyes lock with her beautiful chocolate-browns. “I love you, Samantha,” I say quietly.

  Liam moves her off him into the space between us. He cups her chin and his gaze burns into her. “I love you too, babe,” he adds. “Can’t even think of letting you go.”

  Her face breaks into the widest smile, and she plants kisses down my cheek and then down Liam’s. “I love you too. Oh, God. This is so crazy, but I can’t help it. I absolutely freaking love you both.”

 
We hold each other tight, Liam and I taking it in turns to claim our girl’s delicious mouth. Jesus, fuck, what are we going to tell our parents? This wasn’t supposed to happen; it was only supposed to be for a short time.

  We nuzzle her, breathing her in like she’s our addiction; which she is, I suppose.

  “Stay the night with me,” she pleads. “Just this once.”

  How can we refuse?

  Samantha

  We’ve been sleeping together every night, and I just love waking up with my guys each morning. We shower and make love before breakfast, always careful to be down in the kitchen before Mrs Potts arrives.

  I walk around with a stupid grin on my face, and I hope Rachel, Zac and Joe think it’s because of my success at the Wales and West. I’ve entered Jason for another qualifying class next month. I love our schooling sessions nowadays; we whizz around the jumps with me controlling him by sitting deep when the need arises. He no longer fights me for his head; he’s a speedy horse and I’ve learnt to trust his extraordinary talent. I think, secretly, Aiden and Liam wish he was theirs. Ha, they’ve no chance. I’ll never give him up, much as I love them. And I do. I’m so deeply in love with them my heart feels like a river bursting its banks.

  Aiden and Liam have taken their grade A horses to compete in swanky Monaco on the Riviera this weekend, and Joe and Zac have gone with them. It’s just Rachel and me manning the yard. I miss my guys so freaking much; there’s a Liam and Aiden-shaped hole in my life.

  This morning, my bed felt so empty without the comfort of their warm bodies. I’m mucking out Jason’s stall now, thinking about the two of them. They’re so similar, and yet they’re entirely different. Liam appears brash, but underneath his cocky exterior he feels emotions deeply. Supremely confident in his riding ability, he’s not so sure of himself with me and needs my reassurance that I do, in fact, love him just as much as I love Aiden.

  Aiden speaks less than his twin, and consequently his words carry more weight. He’s the bossy one and he provokes me... sometimes I think he does it on purpose to get a reaction.