by Louisa Bacio
“Do you promise not to hurt me?” she asked.
Fears spoken, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and he brushed his thumb over the plump surface.
“I’ll do everything in my power to see that no harm comes to you,” Cliff replied. “All I want to do is cherish you.”
Despite his outward calm, his body raged. It wanted this woman in his arms. He wanted to dominate her, tame her, and allow her to take him. He did everything possible to keep the emotions in check. He didn’t want to frighten her off again.
“And what about you?” She turned to address Jacob. “What are your intentions with me?”
“Well, I think we kinda got started on that journey yesterday, wouldn’t you say?”
At the mention of their interlude, her body flushed with heat, and her nipples puckered.
“Well look at that.” Jacob crossed the distance to them. “Someone must like what I’m saying.”
Ambient sounds in the forest increased, as the dawn bloomed. The sun’s rays cast streams of color that cut across the soft grasses. Cliff had spent many a morn out on the hunt, but never had he seen such beauty as now.
“You did not answer me,” Daphne said. “Does that mean your intentions are not fair or gentlemanly?”
Jacob placed his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis forward—no mistaking the prize he packed in his pants. “Honey, I have all the best intentions.” He rubbed his hand along his crotch, drawing her attention. “With you standing there naked in all of your glory, I’m not going to make promises that any gentleman would break being alone with you.”
Her skin flushed the most beautiful light-pink from the tips of her toes on up, and he drank in every last inch of it. Cliff ran his fingertips along the tops of her shoulders, watching goose bumps spring to life on her body.
“Oh, that feels nice.”
“Much more where that came from.” He stared at his brother, who gave him a barely there nod of approval, and Cliff claimed his kiss from the fair maiden. Passion overcame his insecurities as his lips brushed hers. The soft curves of her body pressed against his, and he trailed his hands down her back to cup her ass. His cock hardened in his trousers, and she rubbed her pelvis over him, side to side, in a slow sway.
Although he wasn’t too experienced in matters between men and women, he knew enough, and he knew what he wanted to do—be inside her wet heat. What would it feel like to sheath himself within her walls?
“Even watching you two is making me hot,” Jacob said, his voice hoarse.
The words broke their connection, and both Daphne and he glanced at his brother. He’d freed his cock, and fisted it, stroking faster and faster, even as they watched.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Cliff asked. “You just take it out? You’re going to scare her.”
But Daphne looked anything but scared. Mouth agape, she stared. “Is that what it looks like? I’ve never really seen….”
“Really? Never a real wanker?” Jacob said.
“Don’t be so crass!” Cliff had given up trying to control Jacob’s actions long ago. But something about this woman made him want to protect her.
“Do you mind if I touch it?” She walked toward him, hand outstretched, as if about to pet a pony or something.
“Oh, not at all. In fact, that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen,” Jacob said. With her encouragement, he stepped out of his underwear and pants and stood naked from the waist down.
Without any direction, she dropped to her knees, her face cock-level. She reached out and enclosed Jacob’s cock in her petite hands. He sucked in a breath and lifted onto his tiptoes.
“Yes, that feels excellent,” he coaxed. “Now harder.”
She closed her hands, fisting his flesh, and mimicked his pumping action. “How can you be so soft and so hard at the same time?” she asked. “And what’s this seeping out of that little slit?” She rubbed her thumb over the head, collecting some pre-cum.
“That’s me showing you how good your touch feels,” he said.
Ever since they were small, Jacob had been the more outgoing, while Cliff tended to hang back and take things at a slower pace. Sometimes the tactic worked well, especially when Jacob jumped into something. Pa tended to bust him more. But other times, when he succeeded, he reaped the reward.
This moment felt like that. Despite Cliff having every intention to find someone, to search for Daphne, it was Jacob who first reaped the reward. This time, he didn’t want to come in second, after Jacob had his fill. He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by Daphne. He wanted her as his mate. His cock agreed with the decision.
Seeking freedom and release of his own, Cliff stripped off his pants and—unlike his brother who wore none—his undergarments, taking the task one step further with his shirt. The forest tended to be cool this time of year, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. The sight of Daphne stroking his brother off was enticing.
“If you like what you see, I’ve got more of that over here,” Cliff said.
“Dude, and now you’re the wanker.”
“I met her first. Brother’s honor, and all that,” Cliff said. “You need to get lost.”
Frozen while listening to their banter, Daphne held onto the offending member, while Jacob grew flustered.
“Why don’t you let her make that decision?”
She held her hands. “Boys. Men. I’m not sure how all this will work, but there’s plenty of me to go around.”
“What?” Jacob glanced at the woman before him.
Cliff wasn’t sure what she was saying, or he was hearing. Maybe she didn’t mean what he thought she did. “You want both of us?”
“Why not?” She smiled, and Cliff captured a sense of innocence and a kind heart. Did she not want to hurt one of them? Or did she really want them both?
“You can’t mean that,” he said.
“Not so fast,” Jacob interjected. “If that’s what the lady wants, I’m sure we’ll be able to accommodate her.” His “evil” brother raised his eyebrows, all the while checking out her goods.
“Argh.” Cliff stepped close to Daphne and grabbed her hands, helping her stand again. He gazed deep within her eyes, seeking the truth. “Now, tell me. What do you truly want?”
“Umm.” She bit her lower lip, and her eyes flicked downward, at the exact moment her hands clamped over his cock. “It’s distracting trying to talk serious with you while you’re all naked and have this wonderful play-toy jutting against me.”
Heat flushed his upper chest and face. In the moment, he hadn’t been thinking about his lack of clothing. Now that she was touching him, he couldn’t think of anything else. No wonder Jacob sounded so hot and heavy to get back to the physical aspect.
“Listen.” He gritted his teeth, collecting all the resolve possible. “I’m trying to do the right thing here. By you, and by us. One of us will be a lot to handle. Both of us? You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
She planted a kiss on his lips, essentially shutting him up. “No, you listen. I have a father at home. I don’t need another one. What I need is a man who can please me, and I think you two will do just fine.”
She said more, but he lost all concentration the moment she stroked him, soft, tender passes that quickly built. He refocused on her words.
“Something brought me out into the forest to meet you and your brother, and something enabled me to find both of you today,” she said. “I believe in fate and letting what’s supposed to happen, happen. Do you?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he mumbled.
“That means hell yes,” Jacob said. “I do think my baby brother has lost his ability to talk.”
Or even see, evidently, as it felt like his eyes were rolled back into his head. “Go fuck yourself,” he said, finding his voice.
“Doesn’t look like I’ll have to do that today.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s possible to ruin a good mood by talking too much?” D
aphne asked.
“In other words, shut the fuck up,” Jacob said.
He stepped behind her, bringing his hands around to caress her stomach. She moaned on contact and arched her ass into him. “Yes, touch me,” she said.
The added movement pushed her into Cliff, and his cock sought the sweet spot between her legs. He reached between them, dipping two fingers into her honeypot and stroking upward. Gauging his movements by the sound of her breathing and moans, he increased the speed. The moment his fingers lit upon a hard button at the top of her sex, her cries sharpened. Ah, that was the spot.
“Don’t stop. That feels so good there,” she said. “Oh, it’s never been this good when I touch myself.”
“Hell yes,” Jacob exclaimed. “How do you like your titties to be touched?”
“Pinch ’em,” she ordered. “Hard.”
At her order of “hard,” Cliff was more than happy to follow along. He slid his thumb into her wet depths, stretching her out then pumping in two fingers. The moment he forced three inside of her, she panted, gulping in each breath.
“Oh, oh. Owww,” she said. “It hurts so good.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Don’t you dare.” She lifted one knee to press on the outside of his thigh, opening wider to his touch.
Inside her tight channel, he curled the tips of his fingers, creating more friction, enticing all sorts of cute grunts. She moved her hips, encouraging his attention. He rubbed his thumb over that special spot, until her entire body tensed, and she held on the edge of some precipice.
“Now,” Jacob urged. “If you’re going to have her, now will be the perfect time.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, once again. “Do you want me? Want us?”
“Stop. Asking,” she ordered. “And just do. I’m here for a reason.”
Cliff used some of her wetness to cover his cock. He stroked it a few times, building up the feeling. She angled her hips forward, and he positioned himself at the entrance. There would be no going back from here. Once he claimed her, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. She had to know that if she was offering her sex. She must have come there seeking him, or them, as a mate.
“I want you,” she said.
“And I want you, but before that, I want to taste you.” Cliff knelt, parting the swollen lips of her sex, passion driving him on. He needed to know everything about her, and if touching the spot gave her so much pleasure, how would it feel to kiss her there?
“What are you doing?” she asked, attempting to move away.
“Exploring. Getting to know you.” He used one hand to hold her firmly in place. With the wall of his brother behind her, there wasn’t anywhere for her to escape.
Using the tip of his tongue, he flipped upward, teasing the hard nub. He altered the pacing, sucking, rubbing with his fingers, and listening to her increasing cries. She grew slicker, wetter, and the muscles in her thighs tightened.
She reached, entwining her fingers through his hair. “Oh yes. Yes. That’s it. It feels so good.”
Her nectar tasted salty-sweet, like nothing he’d ever encountered. One drop upon his tongue, and he was addicted.
“Now,” his brother commanded. “Enter her now, at her pinnacle.”
With a last kiss below, he stood, coming between her legs. He placed one hand on her hip, and the other held his cock, positioned at her entrance. She was tight and wet, and so ready for him. One thrust. Cliff pushed all the way in and swallowed her screams of release with his mouth. He pulled out and thrust into her, again and again. From behind, Jacob wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned against him, lifting up and wrapping her legs around Cliff’s waist. She met him, move for move, keeping up with his pumping. The position gave him ample room to pound into her sex. He forgot about it being his first time, or her first time, and the potential for being sore.
Once he’d sunk balls deep, all that mattered was making her feel good, and this connection. As the pressure built, and his body tingled, his balls tightened, indicating his impending release. He slid his hand between them and pleasured her clit until he felt her inner muscles clench around him. Her hips bucked, and he pumped harder and harder a few last times until he shot his seed deep within her.
Moments passed, and he pulled out, some of his seed coming with him. He kissed her softly on the lips and whispered how much she meant to him.
“That’s nice,” she said, shutting her eyes, and turning her head to the side. “Thank you.”
Muscles quivering, she placed her feet back on the ground. Lord, she ached already, and possessed no idea what tomorrow would bring. If she felt this sensitive to the touch after being with only one of them, what was it going to feel like after both of them? How about if she ever took both at the same time? She had no idea how that really worked.
She’d relied upon them for their experience, and instinct, and hadn’t thought through the implications. Cliff had been kind and gentle, and she couldn’t have asked for more in a first lover. With a glance over her shoulder, she took in the not-as-kind, not-as-gentle larger brother. Though twins, they didn’t look anything alike, and neither was plagued with some sort of hang-up by being the second son or maybe not as important in the birth lineup.
While Cliff looked more soft and sensitive, Jacob got things done. They appeared to be complete opposites. No wonder she wanted them both. They each appealed to her in a different manner. Jacob would be sexy as all hell in the sack, and Cliff would be more of a conscientious lover.
“Ready for round two?” Jacob caressed her ass, sliding his fingers into her from behind. “Now that my brother got you all wet and broke you in, you’ll be ready for me.”
She couldn’t help it. She wanted him as much as she’d wanted Cliff. It wasn’t a matter of being shy or afraid to hurt their feelings. She couldn’t decide between the two brothers. Too bad she only had this one moment. It wasn’t enough.
Jacob placed a firm grip on her hip and ground his cock against her. She leaned on him, and he nipped her shoulder, the bite sharp enough it would leave a mark to remember him by.
“Ever see two wolves do it? Or coyotes. Or dogs?” he whispered in her ear. “That’s how I want to take you. Down on all fours, pounding into you from behind.”
Until this moment, she never knew how sexy the image could be. While face-to-face with Cliff, she’d experienced a whole different dynamic.
“Okay,” she said, turning her head to find his mouth. His kiss was filled with hunger. She tasted him, deep and mysterious. So alike and yet so different from his brother. While Cliff asked, Jacob took.
With a gentle pressure, he got her onto the ground, on her hands and knees as he’d demanded. Cliff stood before them and, when she glanced up, she noticed she was at the perfect height to see his cock. From behind, Jacob fingered her already-sore pussy. Still, she wanted him. Wanted him to claim her. Today was supposed to be about seeking pleasure, but when she returned home, she knew she’d leave part of herself, and her heart, behind with these two men. No fooling.
Jacob rested on his knees, his pelvis settling over her ass, and he fed his cock into her. She moaned, falling forward. He reached under her and propped her up.
“Doing all right?” he asked, not stopping for a moment for Daphne to catch her breath.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She didn’t need a break. She needed him to wipe away all other thoughts. All other cares. Immediately.
“Good, because I wasn’t stopping anyway.”
He slammed into her, and if he hadn’t had hold of her hips, he would have knocked her down. Instead, his cock sank deep inside of her, stretching her out farther. He wasn’t just taller than his brother. Other parts proved to be bigger still.
“Such a good girl. I knew you’d take it all.”
Mouth open, she took it indeed. Every thrust. A relentless pounding. Jacob held onto her hips with a firm grip. She imagined his thigh muscles straining as he thrust into her over and o
ver again.
Daphne lifted her weighted eyelids and focused on Cliff before her. Her vision blurred, and she blinked a few times. He stood there nude, stroking himself. He watched what they were doing and, with one hand, lazily pumped his own meat. Then she got an idea.
“Come here,” she said. “Closer.”
The moment he was within reaching distance, she stuck out her tongue and licked his cock.
To her satisfaction, his member leapt right into position.
“You might not want to….” he said.
“If I didn’t want to, then I wouldn’t do it.” Neither of them truly understood. She had this one day. The last day of her shifting cycle in order to experience all possible. After that, she’d lose her freedom. Was she worried about getting pregnant? Not really. Her imminent union with another was so soon, it wouldn’t matter. All her father cared about was an heir as fast as possible.
Well, an heir with a suitable mate. And by suitable, it all came down to the monetary worth. Which she imagined didn’t include these two hunkalicious brothers.
Shifting her weight onto her left side, she lifted her right hand and dragged her nails down Cliff’s outer thigh.
“Ouch,” he exclaimed. “What’s with that?”
“I said, ‘come here.’” She emphasized her meaning, and he slid into her mouth.
Too good. Too much. She loved the feeling of being taken by both simultaneously. She was full, pushed to her limits, or so she thought. Each brother took her, used her, and gave her pleasure. Her body sang with sensation. The pleasure stretched out, languid, not hurried. One of them played with her breasts. Another plucked at the pleasure point between her legs.
Jacob’s movements grew more frenzied. He grunted with every thrust, and his cock swelled inside her. She sucked at Cliff’s member in her mouth. She’d return home satiated, both sets of lips plump and swollen from their lovemaking.
All her senses overloaded, she screamed around the cock in her mouth. In pure daytime, she didn’t see stars but, when she shut her eyes, it was like the universe exploded. Her pussy throbbed, and Jacob let out a howl.
