Her legs were spread and I slid between them, pausing with my cock touching her opening.
Aidan, my brother the doctor, reached into the nightstand and brought out a condom, handing it to me. I ripped the wrapper open with my teeth and placed the circle of latex on the tip of my cock. Before I could unroll it, Cassie leaned forward and took it from my hand.
"I want to taste you first," she said and I gasped at her seductive words. Bending at the waist, she took me into her mouth, just like she had Aidan, all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled around me and I clutched my fingers into her hair.
Within seconds, I had to ease her mouth from me. "I'm sorry, darlin', but I don't want to come until I'm in your sweet pussy."
Placing one final kiss on the tip of my cock, she slipped the condom on and laid back against Aidan, her legs wide and welcoming.
I gripped her ankles and repositioned her so her head was resting on Aidan's chest. My brother reached down and opened the lips of her pussy, as though I needed assistance in finding my target.
I slid in languidly, savoring every moment. The walls of her pussy molded around me and I paused to catch my breath before moving in and out. I started unhurriedly and wanted to gradually build tempo, but after just a couple of strokes, I was ready to come. My balls tightened and I jammed into her harder and harder until I exploded in an orgasm that made my head spin.
After a moment, I reluctantly pulled out, disposed of the condom and joined Cassie and Aidan on the bed.
We each kissed our princess good night, then tucked her between us and we all fell into a sated sleep.
Cassie
* * *
I woke in a dark room sandwiched between two large men.
It hadn't been a dream.
Then the guilt washed over me and I wondered if I'd put myself smack dab in the middle of a nightmare.
What was I thinking? I didn't even know these men. I peeked around Aidan's shoulder and scanned the room. Were there cameras?
In my heart, however, I knew they were honorable. I might not have been on a date in over a decade, but I was still a good judge of character.
Or maybe you're just telling yourself that to justify being such a slut.
I had been slutty.
But with Luke and Aidan, it didn't feel slutty, it felt right and comfortable, and maybe a little dirty.
Two men? Brothers?
Well, when you say it that way, it does seem bad, but as I settled back down into the little wedge of space between them where I fit perfectly, resting my head on Aidan's back with Luke's arm wrapped possessively around me, I felt utterly at peace. A peace I hadn't felt in… well, I couldn't actually remember when.
I'd loved Bret. Still loved him. I missed him too. But, I also knew life could change in an instant. No one knew what tomorrow would bring.
I might not know what tomorrow would bring, but at that moment, I was in bed with two incredibly sexy men. I'd allowed myself one night. As far as I could tell, the sun wasn't up, so my one decadent night wasn't over yet. For me, tomorrow brought a return to reality, but not quite yet.
Sliding my hand from the expanse of Aidan's shoulder down his back to the narrow cut of his waist, I reached around and explored, first his flat stomach, then further down to his cock. Before this night was over, I wanted Aidan to fuck me. I couldn't leave without knowing what it was like to have each of the brothers in my pussy, filling me, stretching me, pounding me.
He'd come in my mouth, and the feel and taste of it lingered on my tongue. But, I wanted more.
Circling my fingers around his cock, I moved my hand up and down, grinding my mound against the taut cheeks of Aidan's ass.
It didn't take long for Aidan's cock to rouse and begin to harden. As it firmed against my fingers, Aidan stirred as well. A strong arm circled round my waist and dragged me over his hip until I was straddling him, the wet slit of my pussy resting just behind the base of his cock. He raised his knees so his thighs were like a back rest for me.
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, Cassie?" Aidan's blue eyes roamed over me as I sat displayed before him.
"I'm not tired," I said. "I guess you aren't either." I stroked his cock again, and he handed me a condom which I quickly opened and stretched over his massive cock. Then while maintaining eye contact with him, I raised myself up and slowly lowered over his erection. He was so big, it felt like he was touching my womb. When I finished impaling myself on his substantial cock, Aidan took over, gripping my hips and moving me up and down.
We'd woken Luke, who propped himself up against the headboard to watch. Being new to the three-way dynamic, I wasn't sure if he ought to be involved in some way, but he seemed perfectly content to watch, though a glance at his cock told me he was not unaffected by what he saw.
"Doesn't she feel just perfect?" he said to Aidan. "So hot and tight."
"Yes," Aidan agreed. "I thought fucking her mouth was fantastic but this is incredible."
"I love the way her tits bounce while she's fucking you."
"Look how hard her nipples are," Aidan said. Though his words were conversational, his voice was getting more and more husky as he continued to fuck me from below.
It ought to have made me mad that they were talking about me like I couldn't hear them, but listening to them praise me, compliment my body like I was uber sexy—really turned me on, if it were possible to be more aroused than I already was. Pleasing them, making them happy, filled me with confidence and joy.
When Aidan said, "I think it turns her on to have us talk about her like that," I had to look at him closely. Could he read my mind?
Or was it just so obvious?
Luke leaned over and lifted the lip of my pussy, touching my entrance. "She's so wet." He looked up at me. "Does it turn you on when we talk about how sexy you are? How much we want to fuck you?" He pinched my clit. "Your little clitty is hard, Cassie. I bet you want to come, don't you?"
"Oh god," I said, grabbing Luke's shoulder for support. "It feels so good."
"Tell us you like it when we talk dirty to you. Tell us what you want." Luke continued to taunt my clit while his lips covered one breast and drew the nipple deep into his mouth.
"Yes," I said. It was the only word I could form coherently.
"Yes, what?" Aidan asked, holding me above his cock like he was waiting for me to answer before he'd continue.
I closed my eyes and focused as hard as I could. "Yes," I shouted. "I'm a dirty girl and I want you to fuck me. I want you both to fuck me. Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Riding Aidan's cock while Luke sucked my tit, I was powerful and weak and desperate all at the same time. It was the most insane sensation I'd ever experienced and I was winding tighter toward a huge explosive orgasm.
I cupped Luke's chin and reluctantly pulled his mouth from my nipple and brought it to my lips for a hot, wet kiss.
"I think our Cassie is a dirty girl." Aidan's voice was husky and my pussy walls tightened around him, and I felt my orgasm building, muscles contracting.
The kiss with Luke ended and he sat back on his heels. "Hurry up, Aidan," he said, stroking his cock. "I want my turn."
"You're going to get your wish, brother. She's so wet. Damn, I'm going to come, but not until you do, Cassie."
"Are you going to come for us, Cassie?" The huskiness in his voice, being on display for my men, all of it together sent me over the edge. I leaned back and wrapped my arms around Aidan's thighs and combusted in a desperate, sweaty orgasm.
Before I floated down from the heights of ecstasy, Aidan came in an equally shattering way.
I was spent, but not complete. Luke lifted me from Aidan's body and cuddled me in his arms momentarily before placing me face down on the bed and then pulling back on my hips until I was on my hands and knees. My limbs were weak, but Luke held firm on my hips, keeping me in place while I rested on my forearms, ass high in the air. I had enough sense to open my thighs and, despite being sated, I pushed my pussy back to meet
Luke's hot condom-encased cock as it slammed into me from behind, ramming deep into my pussy.
"Oh gawd," I wailed, throwing my head back. My eyes met Aidan's, the expression there one of fascination, happiness, joy. As though my being there, being fucked by his brother, was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him.
God knows, it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. I grunted with each thrust from Luke's cock and we came together in a frantic detonation that had me seeing stars before I collapsed on the bed, Luke following suit, cradling me beneath his body.
Chapter 10
Cassie
* * *
The next morning, I woke up from the deepest sleep I'd had in ages. It shouldn't have been a surprise, I'd been fucked hard and fast and often for most of the night.
I was a dirty girl.
Well, I was for one night. That's what I had allowed myself, and I was determined to stick to my plan… the one that got derailed when I saw that eagle and then landed my car in the ditch.
I thought eagles were supposed to be a sign of good luck.
As I listened to the steady breathing of my two sated lovers, I could hardly say that the eagle hadn't brought good luck. Or maybe I'd just gotten lucky. Several times.
It was a night I'd never forget. A bucket list item I hadn't known was on the list.
But, the sun peeked in through the blinds and it was time for me to get on with my regular, no sex—or at least no multiple partner sex—life.
Damn.
That sure didn't sound very interesting.
Still, I had a goal to achieve, something I'd promised Bret and I absolutely could not break that promise.
In the semi-light of the room, I assessed my situation. I was snuggled between two naked men. Luke slept on my right, his face relaxed in sleep, a few hunks of his fabulous long hair had come loose from his braid. I reached out and felt it between my thumb and forefinger, like black silk. Aidan was on my left, on his side with his back to me. Looking at him, I saw something I hadn't noticed before. A tattoo. An eagle tattooed on his shoulder blade. I traced the outline with my finger.
I continued to contemplate what I ought to do. I had no panties. They'd been ruined and ripped and, if I remembered correctly, they were stuffed into someone's pocket… I think Luke's. Well, I wouldn't be the first woman to end a night without her panties.
My purse and useless phone were somewhere, maybe still in the truck. Hmm. The shoes I'd worn were not at all suitable for walking back to the hotel… assuming I could find it in the first place.
Maybe I could borrow the truck and leave them a note. Then when they woke up, they could just both come and pick it up.
I couldn't crawl over either one of them without waking a sleeping giant, but it seemed like there might be enough space for me to slip out the bottom of the bed between them. Flat on my back, I inched down the mattress doing my best not to disturb Aidan or Luke. Luke's knees were bent, like he'd been spooning me while I slept, so I carefully and quietly turned on my side to ease through the small space between Luke's knees and Aidan's butt.
When my feet ran out of mattress, I was pretty psyched. I'd made it.
I slithered to the edge and down the end of the bed onto the floor. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw they were both still sleeping.
I guess I'd worn them out, too.
Spying a heap of discarded clothes, I tip-toed over and began rummaging for my skirt, bra and blouse. Gathering my rumpled garments, I found my shoes and snuck out the door, relieved and shocked that I'd made it without rousing either of my lovers.
In the hallway, I donned my clothes, but carried my shoes, still trying to be as quiet as possible.
On the kitchen table I found my purse and—jackpot—the keys to Aidan's truck. The large brass A on the keyring assured me which truck they belonged to. I left a note where the keys had been and exited the house.
Outside, I tossed my shoes on the passenger side of the seat and hoisted myself up. Buckling myself in felt like a huge chore… I'd gotten used to Aidan or Luke doing that task for me. Made me feel safe.
I made a few adjustments and headed out the driveway at a snail's pace, still not wanting to alert Luke or Aidan to my departure.
What I hadn't counted on was the large number of early risers in the Carson family. As I approached the big house nearest to the road, a woman waved, then took a closer look at who was driving and flagged me down.
Putting the massive vehicle in park, I rolled down the window. "Hi," I said, not sure what else to say.
"Hi," said the woman. "I'm sure that if you wait just a few minutes, Luke or Aidan would be happy to drive you wherever you need to go."
Embarrassed that she obviously knew I'd spent the night with two men, it felt as though I blushed from the tips of my bare toes to the top of my head, and everywhere in between.
"I-I didn't want to… um… wake them." This was my penance for spending a hot, lusty night with two men… humiliation.
Nonplussed by my stammering and flushing, she opened the door to the truck. "Well, I raised those two better than to let a lady go home by herself. Now, you just hop on down here and we'll have some coffee and wait for them to figure out where you are."
Their mother? Why yes, there was something worse than the drive of shame… being unable to actually complete it because you ran into the mother of the two men that you spent the night banging.
Damn. I sure wished I had my panties.
Doing my best to get out of the truck without showing my hoohaw to Aidan and Luke's mother, I grabbed the edges of my skirt and climbed down.
Face to face with the mother of the two men who'd done all sorts of naughty things to me in the previous few hours—and vice versa—I tried not look like a goofy teenager.
"I'm Cassie." I held out my hand.
She bypassed my outstretched palm and drew me in for a warm hug. Literally, a warm hug. This woman exuded a combination of peace, acceptance, and happiness. It was eerie and magnetic at the same time. When the hug ended, she held me away from her by my upper arms and looked deep into my eyes, giving me a magnificent smile. "I am Princess Karen. Welcome to Eagle Canyon. I am so very happy to meet you, Cassie. I have been waiting too long for those two to find a wife."
Princess? Wife?
So, let's just pause for a minute to recap my situation. I was barefoot and going commando, chatting with a princess who also happened to be the mother of the two men I'd just had a mega fuckfest with and who seemed to think I was going to be their wife.
Wonder what the widow support group back home would think of this.
Okay, maybe the princess thing was just a nickname or part of her name, you know like the singer who wore purple, or Michael Jackson's kid.
I was still in the US, right? I hadn't wandered into Canada by mistake or anything. We don't have princesses in America. Land of the free. Home of the brave. A country formed for the express purpose of not being ruled by royalty.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, since I couldn't think of anything else.
She studied me up and down. Her eyes were a piercing blue like Aidan's, but her complexion and hair were the same as Luke's, even down to the long braid. Her intense gaze seemed to bore through me, like she could see my soul and read my thoughts.
"My sons did not tell you about our community, did they? The history? How we came to be here?"
"No. But they did say we were going to have dinner with you tonight and you would tell me all about it. They said you were the storyteller of the family." I don't know why I was trying to cover for those two. It seems like 'hey, our mother is a princess and we're looking for a wife' is the sort of thing you'd tell a woman.
I guess maybe we hadn't done as much talking as we should have…
Chapter 11
Cassie
* * *
Princess Karen took my arm and gently directed me toward the house. "We'll have some breakfast and chat."
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bsp; I didn't have much choice. Besides, food and some answers seemed like a good idea.
The kitchen was large and welcoming with a long wooden table that looked like it could seat a dozen or more people. An assortment of family photos hung on the wall. While Karen busied herself making coffee, I perused the pictures.
One of Aidan and Luke when they were about five years old caught my attention. It looked like a first day of school photo with the two of them and their backpacks and name tags. They really hadn't changed much. Aidan smiled at the camera while Luke stared into the lense as though the whole thing seemed silly to him. Another photo showed Karen between two men who were older carbon copies of Luke and Aidan. The three of them looked happy and in love.
"I have six sons," Karen said, setting two mugs of coffee on the table. "Aidan and Luke are my oldest."
"Six sons?" Wow.
"Three sets of twins. You are aware that in our community, sons are born as twins, one dark and one light?"
"Yes, they did tell me that, but they did not explain why."
Karen brought out a coffee cake and put it on the table and we both sat down. She passed a slice of cake to me on a plate with a fork while I put cream and sugar in my coffee.
"Many generations ago," Karen began, "there were two men, one Indian and one a white man, as they were referred to back then. Although their people were frequently enemies, the two men had become friends. They hunted together and explored this land before it was inhabited. Although they did not seek out violence, they did not shy away from it either."
She sipped her coffee and I tasted the cake. It was delicious.
"One day, the two men encountered an Indian tribe and were welcomed by the chief. The chief's oldest daughter was beautiful as well as kind. Over the course of their visit with the tribe, both men fell in love with her."
"Oh," I said.
Karen smiled. "Yes, that caused some problems between the two friends. More problems than anything they had encountered before, including wolves and bears and wars. Finally, when the men nearly came to blows over the woman because they both wanted to be her husband, they realized they had allowed their desire for the chief's daughter to come between them."
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