by Mari Byrne
Still giggling, Stephanie reclined the rest of the way on Mitch and took him at his word.
“Since you asked—” How could she still be shy after what she had just done, she thought to herself.
Kristain’s lips showed a faint trace of a smile. He didn’t want to openly grin like a fool at her, although it wouldn’t take much for that to happen. As he stood up, and Stephanie reveled in orgasmic aftermath, he noticed Mitch ridding her of her skirt. He wondered quite frankly if she had noticed it.
Not that it mattered at this moment. They were going to strip her naked and do wonderful things to her anyway.
He felt as if a hand squeezed his shaft with the pressure of a vise. He longed to ride the feeling to orgasm, but restrained himself.
“It is your fantasy, what do you wish?” Kristain’s growled.
“Ummm…ummm…I can’t…think…Mitch—” Stephanie was going back up the crest toward orgasm. Surely there was no way she could have another one this quick.
Could she?
“Don’t think. Just feel.” Mitch had grasped her panties from behind and was sawing them back and forth over her clitoris.
“Yes—feel.” Kristain ground his bulging hard-on into her crotch.
“But…you said…nuhhh…want…ohhh—” She both wanted to shout at them to stop what they were doing and beg them to never stop.
They had asked what she wanted them to do to her. Both were doing just fine right now. She could always make a list later, maybe.
“Yes, I do want.” Kristain’s voice vibrated through her body. She was positive he spoke only into her ear, but she could feel every word strumming through her nerve endings.
“I want, too. We both want what you can give. Will you allow us to give you more?” Kristain trailed his hands down her breast as Mitch’s hands gripped the inside of her thighs and began kneading them.
“Will you allow us to pleasure you more? We will do as you say. Whatever you wish of us.” Mitch moved his hands to the bend in her legs and began to use the outsides of his fingers to skim along the outside of her nether lips.
He wanted to plunge his fingers in her drenched pussy but held back to wait for her permission.
It was custom to ask for entry into your soon-to-be-wife’s body. He would do nothing to mar the chance of her acceptance when they returned home.
Mitch wanted it imbedded in her mind she had given her consent. There would be no scandal surrounding their house.
Both men waited for permission.
Stephanie felt their gazes as if they tried to burn it into her skin. She opened her eyes with difficulty and gazed into a pair of golden eyes. Hadn’t Kristain’s eyes been a very deep brown before?
Mitch seemed to read her mind as he brushed his mouth across her cheek while reaching his other hand around to cup her pussy.
Thought went out of her head and he eased up so she could give an answer.
Kristain banked the fire raging in his body so his eyes bled back into their normal brown. He knew eventually she would see them bleed back into gold and shimmer when he reached his orgasm, but for now it was best to leave that fact to be found out when they brought her to orgasm together.
Stephanie’s thoughts seemed to coalesce into some semblance of order when Mitch let up on his assault of her senses and realized it was time to move this party to a flat surface so she could lie down.
If they didn’t, she would collapse.
No sooner had she the thought than Mitch moved his hands and swung her up into his arms.
She felt the thick muscles bulge and flex as he easily held her. She wouldn’t have thought so much muscle was hidden behind the dress shirt he wore. She wondered if Kristain and Mitch were equally matched twins all over their bodies. Then realized she would find out soon.
Looking toward Mitch, she noticed his blue eyes had darkened. Opening her mouth to speak was a challenge while gazing at the hunger in those eyes.
“I…ummm…are you ready to—” Mitch gave Stephanie a questioning look at her hesitation.
Swallowing all the lust once more, she tried again. “The bedroom?” this time she made it a question.
“Wherever you wish us to go. Lead and we shall follow.”
Carte blanche! Where had Jan found these two demi-gods? What she wouldn’t have given for these two before she’d met—
Don’t think about it! Don’t! Stephanie firmly reminded herself. All it will lead you to is pain and fear, and those emotions have no place here and now.
Feeling her stiffen slightly in his arms, Mitch read her thoughts to make sure it had nothing to do with him, and asked his brother. She has been…what is the word? Help me Kristain. Mitch was angered by the pain, rage, and helplessness that had just come from Stephanie.
She has been used and…stalked I believe the word is. Kristain had come up to stroke a hand down her cheek and cupped it to comfort her.
“Easy. We’ll go as slow as you need.”
Smiling at the reassurance and the feeling of Mitch’s grip tightening his hold on her, Stephanie gathered herself and blew out a calming breath. She would leave all that behind right now. It didn’t belong between the three of them, period.
“Thank you both.”
“Lead and we will follow.”
Stephanie, choosing to take his meaning literally, directed him.
“If you go down the hall right there, my bedroom is at the end.” Pointing to the hallway, she then tucked her hand back between Mitch’s body and hers.
She was ready for this. Her mama might have told her good girls don’t, but Stephanie was sure mama had lied through her teeth!
As Mitch carried her down the hallway with Kristain trailing behind and entered into her bedroom where she immediately noticed one of the gifts her sister had left.
Right there on her headboard were three of the largest boxes of condoms she had ever seen in her life! They said party pack and looked to have more than one of a kind. The box nearest to her said something about flavors and tasty treats. Her face flamed as she read the next one. Glow-in-the-dark, ribbed, thin, horse hung, choco-choco-nuts. The list seemed to go on.
But the most embarrassing part of it was the little note beside the first box in her sister’s block letter handwriting.
In bold capital letters, it read:
The other 12 boxes are in the bathroom.
If you need more than this, be sure and document it!
Even as she read it Kristain’s chuckles could be heard from beside her and she felt more than heard the laughter coming from Mitch.
Sighing at her sister’s antics, she wondered how many more surprises they would find over the weekend.
Looking down at the corner of her bed where something had caught her eye, she saw what she could swear was a strap of leather with fur on the inside. It took her a moment more to realize what it was.
“Restraints.” She mumbled turning so her face was partially hidden in Mitch’s shoulder.
She was going to kill her sister—just as soon as they tried out those intriguing cuffs!
Chapter 4
Mitch set Stephanie on her feet while still keeping hold of her. She stumbled slightly and used his hold to steady herself.
He had to grin at the stunned look on her face. He wasn’t in the least surprised to find Jan had already set the place up. He smiled when he remembered the chat that he, Kristain, and Jan had had before this weekend.
Shaking his head at the luck he and Kristain had stumbled upon by befriending Jan, he looked around.
Hadn’t she seen it earlier?
“Did you not know what your sister has gifted you with?” Mitch questioningly teased her.
“Actually—” She paused and bit her lower lip. Should she confess? Shrugging, she let him have a little of the truth.
“Um…I was a tad bit nervous about the two of you…no, the three of us and the new…” she paused as if looking for a specific word to use, “experience. Yes, a new experien
ce, I was going to have…no, we were going to have,” she prayed she wasn’t blushing as hard as she thought she was.
“Er…I…ummm—” Deciding to just blurt it out, she went on in a rush. “You see, I made up the room so I would feel comfortable and didn’t come into it again because I was afraid I would then chicken out.”
There. The truth was out.
Although she wasn’t nervous now, and in fact was quite relaxed after the lovely orgasm. Her body had quieted down a bit, yet she still felt the humming the two men had brought to life flowing through her nerve endings.
Stephanie knew Kristain had followed them to the room, but as she stood there talking to Mitch, she wondered where he had gone.
She didn’t have to wonder long.
Mitch stopped talking abruptly and was looking over her shoulder toward the bathroom. His eyes crinkled and his smile was pure laughter with no sound.
She turned to see what had caught his eye and found Kristain completely naked with gadgets in both hands.
It was her turn to be wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She noticed Kristain was naked and had a massive erection, but what held her astonishment were the items he was displaying.
She had seen them in some catalogues Jan had lent her, and at one time had circled them as if making a wish list of what she found intriguing.
She hadn’t been entirely sure at the time she would ever have any use for them, so she had given the catalogues back to her sister and forgotten about them. If she remembered correctly, these particular toys were from Hedonistic Titillaters.
She finally noticed her jaw was inches from the floor and shut her gaping mouth. She blinked and finally looked at Kristain’s body rather than what he held.
Before she had seen more than the sculpted chest and chiseled abs, Kristain spoke.
“I do believe I’d like to start with you a lot less clothed and a little wetter. If you’ll be so good as to step over here to the bathroom, I think I have a way for you to stay upright.”
Mitch stepped up close to her and again rumbled into her ear.
“You will enjoy this immensely. Please,” he gently rid her of the garment and laid his warm palm along her waist, then gave her an encouraging push, “trust us. We would never hurt you, and will always keep you safe.”
Stephanie barely paused as she went to Kristain. Her steps were sure as again she studied what he had in his hands. This led her line of sight to his enormous erection. It was a work of art. It was no less than eight inches in length, thicker than her forearm, and seemed to be straining to reach his forehead.
She wanted to reach her hands out and see if it was as silky soft as it looked. She must have made a whimpering sound because when she stopped in front of him, he immediately shushed her.
“Not only will it fit, but it won’t hurt you at all. We will give you pleasures of which you have never dreamed.”
She stared at his penis and wanted to drop to the floor in front of him and give it a thorough inspection. Sounds behind her distracted her though.
She looked over her shoulder to see Mitch calmly stepping out of his underwear and starting for the buttons on his shirt. She watched until he finally slipped the shirt from his shoulders.
When Mitch finished, he left his clothes where they lay and looked into Stephanie’s eyes. He smiled again laughingly and she realized her mouth had been hanging open again.
He had to be as close to, if not in fact was, Kristain’s size, everywhere!
She turned back at the sound of Kristain clearing his throat.
“Are you all right?” Kristain noticed the deer-caught-in-the-headlights-look. They had shocked her. He started to drop the toys he’d found when she spoke up.
“Sorry.” Stephanie shook her head as if it would help. “It’s just—well—” She gestured toward Kristain, and then behind her toward Mitch.
He had come up behind her silently and she would have smacked him in the face if he hadn’t snapped his head toward the side.
She sighed, and it sounded as if she was overwhelmed. “I have never seen such male perfection outside of a Hollywood shoot. You guys should have come labeled with a warning.”
Perfection? She thinks we are perfection, Brother mine. Kristain thought. If she thinks we are perfection, what will she think when she meets Vincent and Shan Lin?
Smiling, in what he thought was modesty but was closer to the look the wolf gave Red Riding Hood, Kristain gave a slight bow.
“Thank you. I am grateful we meet with your approval.” Kristain said as he led Stephanie into the bathroom.
He laid the restraints, pearled anal beads, and strawberry slather on the vanity table. Stephanie’s eyes followed his movements to the table and found they weren’t the only things there.
Her sister must have spent a couple thousand dollars filling her wish list from the circled items. There were enough “toys” to last the weekend and then some. She looked beyond them and found they were everywhere.
There were hand and ankle restraints in all shapes and sizes ranging from fur covered to thick leather straps that looked as if they could hold down an entire fleet of bodies. Clamps for the female clitoris and nipples, dildos for both vaginal and anal penetration, and vibrators for both inside and outside stimulation of the female anatomy.
Ben Wah balls in several sizes, lingerie to titillate any man’s desires as well as novelty items designed to perk up a dull afternoon. One in particular happened to be the glow-in-the-dark panty and bra set with accompanying glow-in-the-dark condoms.
But the coup de grâce in the bathroom had to be what Stephanie could only term as The Portable Jungle Gym. There had to be at least seven different ways to “strap” someone to the thing. She wondered if the boys wouldn’t mind trying out all of them with her.
Kristain watched as Stephanie surveyed the equipment.
Jan had bought the full model from one of the S&M clubs in the city and had said she got such a great deal she had it made portable.
Seeing the wide-eyed fascinated look on Stephanie’s face made Kristain’s already engorged cock jump and begin to throb as if it were begging. He wondered how offended Stephanie would be if he just snatched her to him, strapped her on the Jungle Gym, and pumped them both to an orgasm?
Mitch’s voice broke into his thoughts. I for one won’t argue with it, but she has to consent to the first penetration, or there will be no bride.
You think it’s going to be a problem once we get her strapped to the thing? I mean the consent. If I am reading her correctly, she is wondering why we haven’t just strapped her in yet. Kristain watched his brother as they spoke together reading Stephanie, and saw in Mitch’s reaction he was close to losing all control and taking what he wanted.
Guide her to it and see what happens. We can have her so hot she’s agreeing to anything we want to do to her, Kristain looked at Mitch who nodded. It wouldn’t be the first time. And pray gods it won’t be the last time with her!
As both of the men seemed to be in a type of trance, Stephanie walked up to the gym and began to examine it closely.
There, right at the top of both sides, were wrist restraints and—yep, the other ones actually said ankle restraints!
Stephanie thought about this for a moment and then reached up to gently pull on the bar going across the top. She followed the sides with her eyes, rather than her hands, and found there was a way you could actually move the whole contraption into a different position!
She imagined herself strapped to the restraints, butt end up with a man between her legs and one at her mouth.
She closed her eyes as a tiny sound escaped and realized she was even wetter than before.
While Kristain rearranged the settings, Mitch reached for a condom from the bathroom counter and rolled it on. Next he again positioned himself behind her and placed one arm around her left side to clasp his hand around her breast and the other around her waist and then down to her curls where his fingers found her.
; Finding her panties still on and in his way, Mitch made quick work of ridding her of them. With a deft tug, he ripped first one side, then quickly took care of the other sliding the thin piece of material out of the way.
Stephanie gave a sigh of relief as cool air settled on her bared skin. Once again she leaned back into Mitch and this time wiggled her naked ass against his straining cock.
Mitch groaned silently and half walked, half danced with Stephanie to where Kristain was loosening the restraints.
He ground his thriving shaft into the slit of Stephanie’s buttocks and bent her at the waist while Kristain gently guided her wrists to the cuffs.
When he had them where he wanted, Kristain bent down to kiss Stephanie on the hair. He stroked her hair lovingly and lifted his head to grin at Mitch.
Mitch was rubbing his shaft gently over Stephanie’s slit. Up and down and barely coming in contact with where she wanted it to be. If he didn’t stop—
“Oh sweet Jesus! Please—”
Moaning in pleasure, Stephanie waited with bated breath for his penetration. When it didn’t come and she couldn’t stand it any longer, she turned away from admiring Kristain’s beautiful manhood from so close a view.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder as best she could, Stephanie watched Mitch stroke his shaft a couple of times as if asking did she want it. She lifted her head a little higher and looked into his eyes with what she was sure had to be a plea of desperation and wondered why he couldn’t see it.
“You must invite us in.” Turning her head back around, she found Kristain kneeling so he was even with her head and she didn’t have to strain.
“What? Are you guys Vampires or something?” She asked in a voice choking with lust.
Kristain’s lusty chuckle sent a wave of heat scorching down to her belly, sure she would come right then.
“We will certainly suck you dry, but we have a different way to do it that doesn’t involve blood. The taste to us however is still the nectar of our gods. If you will consent, we will be your slaves for eternity.” Mitch bowed over her back and bit gently on her neck. Almost as a wolf would do with its mate.
