by Candy Quinn
"Nope. Never had one of those."
"Then why did you cum inside me? Why are you still inside me? I have to get it out." I was becoming increasingly panicked by the notion.
"I'm claiming you as my own," he said. "Part of how my brother and I compete is by seeing who has the stronger seed."
I looked at him like he was insane. Finally, he started to pull his cock out of me. Drips of cum followed his cock, but he pushed it back into me. "Why are you doing that?"
"Best chance of success."
"What if I don't want to have your child, Carson?"
He shrugs. "It was an unspoken part of the deal. If you don't want to fuck me, that's fine. I'm willing to treat a woman like a goddess, but when it comes to sex, we do it my way, and I don't use protection. It takes away from the natural, primal nature of it all. It ruins it for me."
I breathed deeply as he massaged my messy pussy, still stewing with his seed.
I reminded myself that this is what I wanted, right? I wanted a way to make sure I was taken care of, and right now, he offered me multiple ways of making it happen.
"You're free to get up and run to the bathroom if you so desire now. I'll miss fucking you though, and all the fun we'd have as you swell with my child."
God, I did enjoy everything he just did. "It's fine. I was just really, really, surprised that you approached it like that." I managed a smile.
With my approval clear, he climbed to bed beside me and took me into his arms. Embracing me wholly, he held me close, a hand over my pussy, almost seeming to want to keep his seed inside me all night.
Thoughts of what he did drifted through my head as I began to doze. Thoughts of Carson, and thoughts of Darren, and what was going to come with everything that had happened – and that was going to happen.
Over the night, Carson's grasp on me weakened, so by the time we finally woke up, I wasn't locked into him. I shrugged, and thought it worked for the better. I rolled out of bed, stretched a bit. I wandered off to the bathroom, and did a few things there that don't need to be said. Still naked, I walked out into the foyer of Carson's home, trying to collect my thoughts.
I still felt his seed inside me, even if I couldn't feel it running my hand down there.
A set of hands grabbed me from behind. The grasp was similar, yet different from the set of hands that I had experienced before. They were still strong, firm hands.
I turned around inside the grasp to see the man who had grabbed me.
It wasn't Carson, with his unkempt dark hair.
It was Darren, a much cleaner blond man holding me.
I almost jumped out of my skin, feeling so naked and vulnerable – because I was – in front of a man who wasn't my lover.
Yet.
He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and not much else. His chest was ripped, with little hairs all over. If I wasn't so petrified of his sudden appearance, I would have been very happy to have him this close to me.
Instead, I stammered like an idiot. "Uh, um, what are you doing here?"
"I live here too. My brother and I share this place."
I swallowed. It wasn't the only thing they said they were sharing.
"I see – and heard – my brother have some fun last night. He told you everything, didn't he?"
I nodded.
"It's my turn then."
He introduced himself to me with a kiss. Harsher, stronger, and dare I say far more passionate than his brother. Darren forced his tongue into my mouth, and made my tongue follow his. He pushed me against a wall as he did so, pressing his body against my own, engulfing me with his powerful presence.
Darren broke the kiss by yanking my hair away from his head. It stung at first, but there was an oddly sensual aspect of what he was doing. "See, me and my brother have different opinions of what women want sometimes. He thinks they want to be worshiped. Me? I think more than a few think they get enough of that already. They want something very different – they want passion, something they won't get typically."
I listened to his words with an eyebrow raised, curious to what he meant. "Like what?"
"Like maybe they want to treated like the sluts they are."
Putting a little strength behind it, he pushed me down to my knees, never taking his eyes off mine. He shoved his sweatpants down and out came his cock, hard and very much ready for me. He grabbed my hair and guided it toward my lips.
"I heard the way you screamed last night. Those weren't the screams of a princess. They were the screams of a whore. Suck it."
I blinked.
"Suck my cock. You know you want to."
Looking up at Darren, there was definitely a fire to him. He was definitely sexy. My heart was pounding. Carson was so sweet, so caring, why was his brother so different?
I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued. I couldn't even deny his accusations of me being a slut were untrue. After all, he was talking down to me, pulling my hair, and had his cock in my face. Yet I still felt like I wanted him, even after enjoying what his brother did so damn much.
Obeying Darren, I licked the tip of his cock. Licked his head. It felt weird doing this; Carson didn't even ask me to. I let my tongue run down his cock, up and around it. I was virgin only a day ago, but I wasn't completely naive in the realm of what people did behind closed doors.
Or in the hallway of a mansion owned by two sexy brothers.
"Lick my balls, Christine. Lick them good."
I nodded, doing as he asked, tasting the flesh. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, and the adrenaline that was starting to pump through my head only intensified my resolve. I took them into my mouth even, and started to suck on them. Darren's head draped back with a silent groan. I was getting his approval despite his harsh words and it oddly brought a smile to my face.
Leading my tongue away from his balls, I went up and down his shaft, letting him enjoy the delicate job I was doing.
The problem was, Darren wasn't a delicate man.
Again, he took me by the hair, and thrust his cock through my lips.
Sudden, strong, powerful, I was overwhelmed and almost gagged on him. I was driven to please him however, licking him and sucking him as he fucked my face. So sudden, so rough, the adrenaline started to really pump, along with my own imagination running wild and making parts of me far hotter than I would expect from such treatment.
My eye contact never broke as I looked up at his sick grin, which only broke so often so often for a grunt or gasp of his own when the pressures of me sucking his cock was proving to be just too much for him to handle.
He was legal, as Carson said. Even if I wanted more of Carson, he said I was allowed to experience Darren too. It's not cheating, and as a young and sexually curious woman, I wanted to please Darren so he would show me just what his brand of love was.
If it felt anything like Carson's it would be well worth it.
Sucking, licking, fondling his balls as all of this happened, Darren was only a man and was soon struggling to hold himself back from the charms of a first time cocksucker.
I wasn't surprised when he pulled my head off his cock. "You really like that don't you? I knew you'd turn out to be my slut after all."
He followed his words by pulling me up to my feet, and bringing me in for another rough yet delectable kiss. Everything was so powerful, so passionate with him.
When it broke, he was still staring deeply into my eyes, the hand not on my head going down my body and to my pussy, where he shoved his fingers in. "You're already dripping wet for me. I knew it."
I shuddered as he fingered me, flicking my clit as if the sounds I made when he did so were purely for his amusement.
That I enjoyed the feeling of that he was doing was secondary to him, it seemed.
"I'm going to fuck you, Christine. I'm going to fuck you harder than my idiot brother ever could. You're going to scream for me. Louder than you did for him. Isn't that what you want?"
Breathing deeply, I nodded. God, I reall
y was a slut.
He shoved me over to the bannister that I was looking over when he first accosted me. His hand was still over my pussy massaging it, preparing it.
Unlike Carson, he wasn't going in slow. Darren instead impaled me on his cock.
Strong, powerful, it was a hell of a change, an intense burst of delight rushing through me as he fucked me. He was in me to the hilt, and let me adjust to him after a short time before starting to fuck me – and fuck me hard.
The echo of flesh rang through the hallway, and every penetration caused me to sway forward, my breasts bouncing with each fuck. I held on to the bannister as he did so, trying to contain the wave after wave of delight that was being sent through my body.
Darren slapped my ass as he continued his rhythm, nursing the spot he hit me only to slap it again. The small bits of pain only brought a smile to my face, another piece to the wonderful sensory pile he was building.
Faster, my back started to arch from his penetrations. He took it as an opportunity to hold me by my breasts, taking my nipples into the hand, and roll them in his finger tips. It stung and I called out, but he didn't stop. Why was I still smiling? That hurt.
It was all part of the design. The passion, the roughness. Carson was tender, Darren was rough and passionate. Everything he did only amplified the feeling of his raw, bareback cock inside me. How he fucked me, how I moaned for him.
Screaming for him. I don't know if I screamed louder for him than I did for Carson, but I did scream for him. He was good, and he was quickly bringing me to a whole new level of orgasm and ecstasy from what he was doing. As he fucked me, he reached between my legs, and just like his brother, he found my clit. His approach wasn't to massage it, though, but to assault it.
What was a steady rising tide soon became an uncontrollable flood in my body. Tears in my eyes, there was no way that I was going to be able to go much longer. It was too much, too fast, too great.
It exploded inside me. Everything from my core outwards surged in wonderful and blissful orgasm. From head to toe I felt the goodness spread over me, and I was singing his praises.
Even deep within, I could feel my pussy spasm around him, pulling at him, jerking him forward, as if that's what he wanted all along.
Underneath my screams, he had to have been struggling to keep himself together. He was grunting, slowing down in his onslaught, leaning down over me, the sounds he made tickled my back.
He was cumming.
Again, just like his brother, he didn't pull out. No. He kept himself buried deeply and to the hilt, letting his seed rush out of his balls and through his cocks and directly into my womb. Not caring if I would have objected as he filled me once again to the brim.
Again, I couldn't help but relish the feeling after it all. I wondered if I'd ever be able to accept a guy with a condom after this, knowing it would be denied this blissful feeling of a pussy full of cum.
Panting, he held onto me tightly, holding me up even after my own strength failed to keep me up on the bannister.
"You're fucking amazing, Christine. Just fucking wonderful. God, I haven't had a girl enjoy it that much in a while."
"I guess I am as much as a slut as you said I was," my tone somewhat somber.
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. I love me a good slut who wants me to abuse them in all the right ways."
Slowly, he let me down, pulling out after it was far too late to prevent anything. Just like his brother, he pushed the little bits of seed that escaped back in.
I was resting against on the floor as he pulled his sweatpants back up. "It's almost noon. I have things to do babe, but I'm going to make sure I fuck you again tonight. You're welcome in our home as long as you like and I definitely hope you hang around."
Darren walked away, to do whatever it is a Darren does.
Carson then stepped out of his room, towel in hand, and threw it to me. "Oh, I see he's going to make it interesting for me. Shame, I guess I have to keep sharing you. Wipe yourself off, take a nap, because I'm going to want another go too tonight."
I took the towel, wiping the sweat off of my brow and the rest of my body. As I reached down between my legs, Darren's seed was still freshly there. My eyes closed, thinking of the implications. They both wanted to keep fucking me. They both wanted me pregnant, so that they could claim their sperm was the superior stock. It was a blissful thought, knowing that it was going to continue.
Good things don't last forever though. I looked toward Carson, gathered my breath and spoke through my exhaustion. "Do I have to choose?"
Carson knelt down before me. "Well yeah, that's the point. I know you want me though. Let's give you, say, a week, and then you'll know for sure."
"A week?" I said, wistfully.
"Yeah. You'll be sore and sick of his shit by then." He pointed down to the mess that was leaking out of me and onto the carpet – his brother's seed. "We'll determine who has the better sperm later, but I'm not sharing you for nine months, Christine. I want you all to myself."
I wasn't so sure of that. Deciding? It wasn't going to be an easy task.
What came next was a delight. I didn't think about things like the decision between the two brothers that would be inevitably forced upon me, and instead simply enjoyed what was being done to me. Every time Darren fucked me roughly against the wall, over a counter, or just fucking took me on the floor, I screamed for him. He fucked me hard. He filled me to the brim with his seed.
Inevitably, Carson would be there to care for me. He would wipe me off after Darren's rough ravishing. Treat me like a princess, eat me out if I wasn't dripping with his brother's cum. I would cum again and again with him, and he too would be flooding me with seed.
My whole day was an endless fuckfest where I was cared for, used and abused, and everything else. My plan about trying to con them into paying for school for me was the furthest thing in my mind, and even the ideas that they would eventually knock me up at this rate was second to the wonderful, seemingly endless sex I was having.
Sure, Carson was sweet. Darren was so damn right though. I was a slut, through and through. The two brothers had awakened a powerful libido inside of me that I don't think I would be able to stifle again so easily. The thought of losing one of them and not having a cock on demand was an utterly devastating thought.
The days went by, each as blissful as the last. I kept the thoughts of what was coming out of my head, and just simply enjoyed the attention for everything that it was. It was a hell of an introduction into the world of sexuality. The end was coming though, and it would be unavoidable.
I was sitting alone in their kitchen, drinking some coffee, trying to wake myself up after another wonderful yet incredibly exhausting day. Dressed for a change, I wondered for how long I would be, hoping for the fuckfest to continue.
"She's all about me, bro," Darren said, his voice coming off from the distance.
"She's going to get tired of your games," Carson replied.
The two came into the kitchen. They were both dressed for business, and whatever they had planned for that day. They too poured themselves coffee and each one of them sat beside me.
I suddenly felt incredibly nervous, staring at the table, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them.
"So, Christine," Carson began. "I've had such a wonderful week with you."
"So have I," Darren added, running hand through my hair. "No one has made me enjoy making a woman scream quite like you do."
"I think I enjoy you both so damn much that I can't imagine a world where I don't have you now," I said, somewhat suggestively.
"We're not sharing you forever, Christine," Carson responded. "We came here today because it's time for you to choose. Do you want me to keep treating you like a goddess?"
Darren suddenly grabbed my hair. "Or do you want me to keep fucking you like the whore you are?"
I was silent in response, Darren's grip loosening when he realized I wasn't all that into it at that momen
t.
"What's the matter?"
"I can't," I said. "I just can't just choose between you."
"Of course you can, Christine. One of us treats you like garbage, the other wants to worship you." Carson shot a twisted gaze over at his brother.
"It's not garbage. It's how she wants to be treated," he spat back.
"It's two great flavors of the same great thing," I continued. "Sometimes I want to be tenderly fucked, but sometimes I want something raw, and animalistic. Both of you are so damn good at what you do, but I can't just push the other away and accept the other."
"Seriously? You're trying to play the we're both awesome card?" Darren stood up out of the chair. "Look in your heart. It'll tell you the truth."
I closed my eyes, and did exactly as he said. "No, I can't."
Carson shoved Darren. "You've probably made her all stockholmed and whatever with how you fuck her."
"You suggesting I'm abusing her?"
Carson glanced toward me. "Come on, Christine. I'll take good care of you. You can tell my asshole of a brother off."
"Oh you want to go make it like this, huh?" Darren shoved his brother away from me. Their bravados were flaring in full force.
"You know how our scuffles always end little brother."
It was becoming clear to me that as much as I enjoyed it, it wasn't about me.
"Let's go, I'll let you have a free shot."
"Oh stop it!" I screamed out, unable to cope with the nonsense anymore. I shot up. "Stop fighting, stop yelling, stop this literal dick-waving contest!"
Surprisingly, that worked. They calmed down and were both staring my way.
"I've had it. I think I love you both and everything you do to me, but it seems you're not doing it because you want me as much as you want to beat your brother. Clearly, what I really want isn't important as much as just validating your egos."
When forced to confront my feelings, I was exhausted, and I'd be exhausted no matter how much coffee I would drink.
"You're brothers, and you're very close to one another no matter how the two of you act. I'm going to be seeing the one I don't choose often because of that. A constant, heart wrenching reminder of what I can't have, and I don't think I'd be able to take that."
