by Kerri Carr
"No, please do not hide. You are so beautiful." Allen gingerly moved my hands, his eyes held mine before they drifted lower and took my body in.
He then watched as Carson explored my body with his hands. They drifted over my body, my hips, my stomach and back between my legs. It was an odd sensation, looking at Allen as Carson touched my sensitive nub. Allen touched me again, the skin beside my breasts, then over my nipples until I whimpered between them.
I did not know it could feel this good. I felt like I was floating as Carson made me feel things I never felt before, and Allen helped. I knew I wanted to touch them too, but I was a bit scared and did not know what to do.
"Please I... I want to touch you," I whispered. I wanted to touch them both, but Allen answered first.
"Ay, lassie." His fingers trailed down my arm and he took my hands in his. He lifted them to his lips and kissed me gently, then placed my hands on his shoulders.
My hands moved slowly, over every plane and valley of his muscles. He was hard like a rock, and so very warm. Carson distracted me by kissing the skin of my shoulder and neck. I craned my neck but still kept my hands on Allen.
My fingers curled around his shirt, prompting him to lift it off. He did so and tossed it to the floor. My fingers were everywhere, on the skin of his shoulder and his light pink nipples. His breathing did not change as I touched them, I moved my hands further to the trail of hair that slowly disappeared into the growth of his pants. I bit my lips nervously, but I was too curious to stop. He helped me undo the ties of his pants and I slipped them off. He wore nothing underneath and I gasped at the sight of him. Of course I had never seen one, but I did not expect it like this.
"Do what you wish, Fiona."
My name on his tongue sounded so perfect. I swallowed my nerves and circled my hand around him, he jerked in my hands as his member twitched between my fingers. It was warm like the rest of him, soft but hard and firm. He kissed me again and his tongue grazed against my lips. I squealed in shock as he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed. He came around one side and I watched as Carson undressed in front of me. He was just as impressive, but longer and thinner.
I reached for him, he lay next to me on the bed. With Allen on the other side, I held both their members in my hands. Carson explored my body with his mouth, kissing every inch of my skin he could reach. Allen circled his mouth around my nipple. I did not know that could feel good but I did not want him to stop. His hand trailed down my body, circled the hair between my legs and then disappeared between my wet mound. I moaned loudly as his finger slipped inside of me, there was resistance, I wondered how... I could not think about that. He turned my body to face Carson, who watched me with that same calm expression. He moved my hand from him, I was confused for a moment before I felt Allen at my entrance.
"Allen..." I tried to turn to face him, but Carson held my cheek with his hand, making me look at him before moving his hand to my breasts.
He fondled my nipple, sending more desire through my body. It was not enough of a distraction, Allen tried to coax me but I could not. It seemed Carson saw the fear in my eyes and moved his hand between my legs again, but this time was different. He moved with urgency, he meant to give me release. I quaked at the touch of his fingers, I gripped his hand as the unknown feelings overtook me. My body was so warm, and tingling. I thought that was it, but then he applied more pressure and I knew that was not it at all. My legs froze, my stomach tightened and I closed my eyes and saw stars as my body shook and trembled between them. I did not recognize my own voice as I was moaning—screaming from the pleasure. And then Allen was inside of me.
He groaned deep in his chest for the first time and I arched my back closer to him. It was very different, there was a pinch of pain but then nothing but pleasure. It was so liberating and I wanted more. I wanted Carson to give me release again and I wanted Allen to keep moving inside of me. Deeper, and deeper.
"Oh my... oh yes," I moaned.
Carson kissed me then. His lips were just as soft but he moved so much faster over mine. His tongue was fighting mine and I kissed him back. Allen suckled the skin of my neck, and pinched my nipple as Carson rubbed against my nub again. It was so sensitive it almost hurt, but then it just felt oh so very good.
They squeezed me between them, these rocks of men that took complete control over my body and gave me so much pleasure. I found release so many times I could no longer count. Carson touched himself and spread his seed over my front, and Allen came inside of me.
I was a puddle of bliss between them. I could not even control my body. I wanted Carson inside of me, but I could not even keep my eyes open.
"Sleep, Fiona."
Allen kissed my lips softly, and then Carson kissed me too. And then I slept.
*****
I expected them to be gone when I awoke, so it did not come as a surprise to me. One look at the rising sun told me I had slept longer than normal. When I sat up from the bed my body was sore, like I had spent all day working the farm. But I had not. I had only... I recalled the night and it made me nervous all over again.
It is nothing I ever expected myself to do, but I... I cannot lie and say I do not want to do it again. I got up to wash, and then dressed in my field clothes. I made breakfast, and ate more than normal. I did not eat much last night because I was so nervous, and what I did eat was worked off last night.
I had to clear my mind and do my daily task. The land could not dry out because I had discovered myself. I did not need to go to the well, but I almost did in the hopes of seeing them. I wondered why they would leave me, but I thought of their father the Laird and understood they probably had important matters to attend to.
Everything was in order in the barn, so there was nothing for me to do. I decided to make another roast for dinner and then sat in my den to read. It helped to calm the racing thoughts in my mind, but not by much. The sun was just starting to set when I heard a knock.
No one ever knocked at this time of night. I debated even going to open the door, but my heart fluttered at the chance that it was Allen and Carson. So I got up.
"Evening, Lassie." It was Carson at my door. I looked for Allen, but he was not there.
"Hello." I took him in.
He wore the same thing as before, just a darker color. It matched his sun brazen skin.
"Apologies for being unannounced. Will you come somewhere with me?"
My brow knitted and I shifted nervously on my feet.
"Where?" I should not ask him about his brother. I think that would be rude.
And I felt different standing before him, every time I looked at him I remembered his naked body pressed against mine.
"Dinner. With the clan." My eyes widened in shock.
"I... I have to decline." I spoke quickly. He stepped closer to me as I breathed deeply. He smelled of the tree pine and a manly musk.
"May I ask why?" I was going to make up a lie. But I could not.
"I am not prepared for that. I have to wear the right dress, make myself presentable. It will not work out," I spoke honestly.
I had never been around people of his status. Only the fellow land workers in the market. I did not want to embarrass myself, nor him.
"Nonsense. The ladies will have a dress for you, come. Allen is waiting. He had a meeting with father, so he sent me." He held out his hand and I stared at it as if I had never seen a hand before.
"Aye Fiona, I will carry you over my shoulder if I have to." I think I would prefer that anyway.
"Fine. I must put the house in order first."
He crossed his arms behind his back as he nodded. Quickly, I shut off the fireplace, arranged the kitchen, and put on my shoes before meeting him on the porch.
He helped me onto his horse and I held onto him. He grabbed both my legs and pulled me closer to his back and I stifled a gasp. Somehow the ride was different, he did not go fast or slow, but I still held on tight.
I found myself doing crazy things the
n, and I had not even drank any wine. My face rested against his back, but then I shifted and kissed his hard muscle beneath his shoulder. It was chilly outside but his skin warmed me. My hands drifted to his front, and up to grip his cock already growing in his pants.
"If you go any farther, I have to stop this horse and mount ye instead."
I bit my lip nervously before I answered. "Stop the horse then."
With a growl, he stalled the horse. He got down and pulled me with him, then his lips were on mine in a fury. It was like something was released inside of me last night. I took charge, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. He moved us until I was against a tree. I moaned against his lips as he touched my core. I grinded against him, begging for him to give me a release. My body quaked with the pleasure as I stroked him. He grew hard in my hand like iron, but I wanted him now.
When he entered me it was so different from Allen. I felt him deeper, I wanted more. His lips left mine and he looked into my eyes, like he was searching my soul and its entirety. He moved faster and faster, until the claps of our skin could be heard a mile away. I was afraid my nails would rip his shirt at how I clawed him, but I needed more.
Suddenly, he set me down and flipped me around. He entered me again and I cried out at the different sensation. He rubbed me with his hand as he pummeled into me. I could no longer count my releases, it was like they never ended. It was a never-ending wave of bliss and pleasure. I needed more.
"Please, oh please!" I cried out.
He moved faster, gripped me harder, went deeper, it was perfect. My release was so big I froze and tears almost found my eyes because it felt so good, and so right. Then he froze inside of me and his seed filled me.
I did not want to go to dinner anymore.
*****
I feared everyone would know what we had just done when we arrived. There was a long bridge to the door, and it was massive. It stretched up far into the sky, it seemed. We went to the stable and he took my hand as he led me inside. My legs were still shaking from how tight I was gripping him. I think my whole body was still shaking.
"I will take you to the maidens first," he told me.
I nodded and gripped his hand tighter, I was quite nervous about this. He sensed it, and held me closer.
"Marge, this is Fiona. Please dress her to join us for dinner tonight."
The young girl did not look at him as he spoke. She smiled kindly at me, her brown hair reminded me of a chocolate drop. She took me into a different room, a bed chamber of some sort.
"How did you meet them?" she asked me.
"Them?" I stood off to the side as she shifted through a closet.
"Aye. Them. Allen and Carson." I swallowed a forming lump.
"I came here with Carson," I lied.
She chose a dress, and then turned to face me. Her expression was soft, I do not think she meant to insult me. However she knew.
"I know. But they never have a woman to themselves. If you are with Carson, then you have been with Allen. It is just how it works." I looked down, feeling like a bit of a fool.
How could I think I were the first anyway? I wanted to tell her I had been alone with Carson. But she did not need to know that, I did not want to mess up her perfect theory.
"I see."
She helped me dress and did not say much else.
"I adore this hair." She had sat me down to do my hair. She brushed it gently.
"Thank you, I... I never liked it much." She scoffed.
"You should... look, I meant no offense about my accusations." I nodded.
"I understand."
"Is it... different?" she asked me, curiosity in her voice. She was very young, I am sure she had never been with a man before.
"I do not know. I had never done it before, at all."
"Are they different?"
I sighed as I remembered my time with Carson in the woods. "Yes. Very."
She made me look very beautiful. My dress was a deep orange, and my hair flowed with its curls. I felt so different. I joined Carson in the dining hall, and he sat me next to Allen. I was in the middle of them both again.
"I could not come to get you earlier, I had some things to attend to." Allen whispered in my ear. I missed the proximity of him.
"It is all right." I sipped my wine.
I felt like everyone was looking at me. The hall we sat in was grand, and the table very long. There may be a hundred of us sitting here. The women all sat next to their men, no one was in between two. I suppose I should be flatter that the sons of the Laird had taken interest in me. I did not care what people thought anyways, I had never felt like this in my life.
I enjoyed the feast they prepared, even after the laird appeared. Everyone seemed to revere him so, and he seemed kind enough. He did not greet his sons, and the look he gave me made me a bit uneasy. But I ignored it.
"Where is your mother?" I turned and asked Carson. I felt Allen look at me as I did. Was I supposed to ask them both the same question?
"She does not dine with us very often," he explained.
He gave me an easy smile and urged me to eat. We had a cobbler for dessert and sat until the wine was gone. We started to exit and some of the women looked at me, I only smiled in return. I guess everyone knew what Marge did.
"Come." Allen took my hand, I looked back at Carson.
I realized my body wanted Allen, but something in me wanted more from Carson. He was different, I wanted to know him. I did not want to complicate this. I told myself to be realistic. They are sons of the laird. They are to marry someone who has great lands and an army. I am to be their plaything. I will let this all be a good memory when it ends.
We were in a bed chamber. I did not know whose it was. I walked before them and sat on the bed stool.
"Why did you invite me to dinner?" I asked.
Allen stood in front of me, he used the back of his hand to caress my cheek softly.
"So you could see our home. It is not fair you stay hidden all the time," Carson answered. My eyes flickered to his.
"Thank you." I looked back at Allen.
I wanted to touch him, so I did. My hands went under his shirt, feeling the planes of his muscles again. He took his tunic off, baring his body to me. I wanted to try something. I undid the ties of his pants, he wore nothing underneath again so he was directly before me. I touched him gingerly, stroked him until he was hard as iron.
I kissed him there, and he twitched against me. I clenched my other hand around his rock-hard arse and took him in my mouth until he found his release. Carson only watched. It was such a liberating sensation, bringing a man to the brink like that.
"How do you want us?"
I turned to see that Carson had undressed, and was hard for me. My breath was shaky, my hands sticky from Allen's pleasure.
"Anyhow. I do not care." I breathed.
They had me any how until I fell asleep again.
*****
The heat was too much to bare when I woke up. I turned and saw that I was not alone. Carson was behind me, deep in slumber. He did not seem so intimidating this way. His lips were pursed and parted, his hair messy and his jawlines sharp as ever. I touched his face gently, not wanting to wake him. Just looking at him made my insides throb.
He stirred in his sleep, but not by much. I touched him again and moved my hand lower, over the valley of the muscles on his chest and down his abdomen. Even in his sleep, his cock stood through the sheets. I wrapped my hand around him, and he did not wake. I shifted, I wanted to taste him. I closed my mouth around him, he was so hot in my mouth. I stroked him maybe three times before he woke.
"Fiona..." I looked up at him.
His fingers tangled in my hair as I drove him to the edge and swallowed his seed. He pulled me up and kissed me roughly.
"What a morning."
I smiled. He kissed me again, and rolled us over. He hovered above me, holding himself on his forearms. He gently traced the skin of my shoulder, d
rawing idle shapes.
"I want to put a baby in you." His hand paused at my stomach. I seemed to stop breathing.
"What?" I whispered.
He kissed me before answering me at all.
"I said I want..."
"I heard your words. Why do you jest?" He laughed then.
"I do not jest, I mean it. You are a beauty I never thought I would see."
I tried to move but he held me down.
"Do you understand me? I want ye to be mine." I shook my head.
"I cannot. Your people do not like me. Allen will..."
"He will what?" His thick brow arched. I took a deep breath, and he distracted me by suckling the skin of my neck.
"He will not be happy."
"He knows the arrangement."
"Well I do not." I had to really use my strength to pull his mouth from me.
"We sometimes have the same women."
"Sometimes? Marge said you always do." He nodded.
"Aye. But sometimes, it is just us... like yesterday."
"Does he know about that?"
His nod shocked me.
"I did not think you would tell him." I spoke honestly.
"Aye. We do not keep secrets, nor do we sneak."
"But... he does not feel like you do?"
"He likes you, but not like I do." I bit my lip nervously.
"And how do you?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"I want ye in my bed every morning. And my seed inside of you, growing our child." His voice did not shake. He really meant it.
I was a bit in shock, but I did not want him to know that.
"I feel things for you. But I am so young, I do not know how to describe them."
