Forgotten Family

by Brynn Paulin

  She wanted to join the men, yet didn’t want to interrupt. Her eyes closed as she listened to the noises of their love—Marcus’ moans, his whispered words of encouragement, the wet slide of Kyle’s mouth up and down that wide shaft. She absorbed it. The sounds turned her on even more. Two fingers moved along her cunt, circling then squeezing her clit as they traversed. With a hitched breath, she dipped a finger inside her needy channel.

  Opening her eyes slightly, she watched the men through her lashes. Marcus was bent slightly, using the pool table as support as Kyle continued to suck. Marcus’ hips moved in and out of the relentless mouth in a smooth slow motion. His body shook as he drew close to his release. And when he cried out and went still, her body clenched. Her eyes squeezed shut again as a tiny orgasm accompanied the pleasure she heard in the other room.

  She startled as a mouth joined her hand just before her fingers were pulled away and sucked into another hot mouth. Marcus carefully cleaned each digit, his eyes glinting in the bit of light that filtered into the living room. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmured.

  “But you two were—”

  “Waiting for you,” he interrupted.

  “The two of you are so beautiful together. I didn’t want to… Well, I wanted to let you have time together. Without me.”

  Kyle suddenly pulled his mouth away. “We’ve had too much fucking time away,” he growled. His scowl was evident in his tone.

  Marcus lightly batted at his head. “Stop swearing.”

  “As if she doesn’t use the same words?”

  “Like…‘how about fucking me, guys’?” she tried, her laugh tight from her arousal as she came to Kyle’s defence. Speaking—even breathing—became difficult with his tongue flicking relentlessly over her. She clutched for the couch just behind her. “Or…‘I would enjoy a good fucking. You guys are so fucking hot together’. Oh fuck,” she whispered as Kyle speared three fingers into her channel, pushing them in and out so quickly her legs trembled. Her fingers tightened on the plush cushions behind her.

  Marcus skimmed her nightgown up her body. She lifted her arms and let him pull it off her. Naked, she stared at him while Kyle did deliciously wicked things to her pussy. His fingers fucked her relentlessly while he nipped repeatedly at her clit. Spears of sensation seared through her, no doubt showing in her eyes.

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart, give that honey to me,” Kyle moaned as he lashed his tongue along her folds.

  “Yes,” Marcus growled, sensually, leaning over Kyle and licking at her lips. “Give it to him.”

  She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth fully to hers. Opening for him, she kissed him fiercely while he clasped her hips and held her steady. It seemed she was on a sea of sensation. Rolling. Being tossed from one wave to another. Off-balance as she was bombarded from different directions. Suddenly, the storm broke over her. She cried into Marcus’ mouth while she shuddered in the men’s grip.

  “Wow,” she murmured when she could breathe again.

  “Not even close to done,” Marcus told her.

  Kyle sat back on his haunches and grinned, his mouth shiny with her cream. “We have special plans for you tonight.”

  That sounded both promising and ominous. “Should I be worried?”

  “Not unless the amnesia has changed the things you like.”

  It hadn’t seemed to so far—as far as she knew. Everything with them seemed exciting and roused her senses. They’d yet to present anything she’d shied away from.

  Each of them took one of her hands and they led her through the house to the family room off the kitchen. The casual space was largely unused at the moment since a leak—a common problem in an older house like this—had caused major destruction before they’d known it. The flagstone and polished wood room had since been remodelled, but the furniture hadn’t been replaced.

  Marina was surprised to see they’d placed a blanket on the plush carpeting, and under the blanket looked to be a tarp. A tarp? They hadn’t lit the fireplace, but tons of candles flickered around the room, giving the entire darkened space a shrine-like feeling.

  “Would you like some wine?” Kyle asked, closing the door then indicating the wet bar on the far side of the room.

  She shook her head no. She wanted to know what they were going to do. Anticipation knotted in her belly. They’d said special, and with a setup like this, she couldn’t doubt it.

  Marcus moved behind her. He gathered her long hair into his hands and fashioned it into a braid. While he held the end, she felt him fumble in his pants pocket. A moment later, he wrapped a band around the end of her hair and dropped the thick, messy plait over her shoulder. His fingers splayed over her cheek and he turned her head so he could kiss her temple.

  “Go lay on the blanket,” he told her quietly.

  Quiet seemed to be the mood of this session. The men’s voices when they’d spoken had been hushed. There was no music, no hum of electricity, no air blowing through the house’s vents, no sounds coming from outside the closed windows. It was almost as if this were a closed off place, far from the world and that blanket was the altar on which they planed to feast.

  Knowing she should expect pleasure, she followed Marcus’ directive and laid down. She rose on her elbows and crossed one leg over the other. At her feet, both men took off their clothes in tandem as if they’d practiced the disrobing. Of course, she had no way of knowing how often they did this.

  Her tongue darted over her bottom lip as she watched, jittery anticipation building in her middle. The whole mood had shifted once they’d gotten in here and to her surprise, the heaviness aroused her. It wasn’t that they were overtly role-playing, but she really did feel like the object of their sexual ritual, a cherished sacrifice, the concubine who’s coming held shattering ramifications—and maybe to the three of them, it really did.

  The men knelt on either side of her and silently turned her onto her stomach. Without a word, they arranged her body so her head rested on her arms and her legs were slightly parted. One of them moved her braid over her shoulder, baring her back. She closed her eyes, lulled by the quiet and their gentle touches.

  Their fingers made light trails over her back and limbs. Tiny shivers worked through her. She bit her lip to keep from asking what they were about. She didn’t want to break the spell they wove. The silence was almost a fourth lover they’d invited to their party, and it edged up her senses almost as much as the men’s caresses.

  Then suddenly, they were both gone. She opened her eyes, but before she could speak, Marcus pressed two fingers over her lips and shook his head. He paused, his gaze clearly saying watch. Slowly, he grabbed a fat white candle from a nearby iron holder. She watched the progression with dawning trepidation until his hand left her line of vision. Kyle held her shoulders still so she couldn’t turn to see any more.

  Her nerves rattling, she waited. Unbelievable excitement seemed to gather just behind her clit, twisting and pulling tight and sending a flood to her cunt. Her fingers drew into fists, and she tried to control her breathing that seemed as fast as if she’d just run a mile. Her heart thudded wildly, tension clenching every nerve.

  A splatter of wax. Intense heat rocketed through her, and her sharp cry ripped from her to echo against the flagstone. With careful precision, Marcus made a lingering trail from her neck to her tailbone. She whimpered and moaned, the first intense pain becoming such a deep pleasure she thought she might come without a touch to her pussy.

  She writhed, grinding her cunt into the blanket as her skin became a sexual instrument like none other. Every nerve seemed to tingle—and then Kyle started in on the game as well. Catching her foot, he drizzled wax along the sole of her foot and along her toes while she screamed at the powerful sensation. He poured wax over her heel until it trickled down her ankle and onto her calf. When he started on the other foot, Marcus poured a stream over her ass, making stripes much like the lashes of a whip.

  She had no idea how many candles they went through. Ne
ither spoke. They worked in tandem once more, silently grabbing candles and deriving pleasure from the echoes of her cries—their spell to summon even deeper passion.

  Then they were both gone again. As she laid there reeling, she heard the crack of a match strike and inhaled the scent of sulphur as it lit. From the corner of her eye, she saw Marcus relighting a few of the candles that had gone out. She sensed Kyle leaving the blanket. A moment later, the fridge in the wet bar opened and closed. He was getting them drinks?

  Marcus’ hands were cold as he turned her onto her back. The wax coating her crunched slightly as it cracked, but was soft enough that it didn’t hurt. He kissed her hungrily then sat back on his heels as Kyle dropped to her side. Her brow furrowed. It looked as if he held a paper towel holder in her hand. Before she could question it, he slid the cardboard away, revealing a large, condom-covered slab of ice. It took her a moment staring at it to realise what they’d done. They’d…made a frozen phallus. An ice dildo.

  Kyle ran it between her breasts. She shuddered at the deep chill then shrieked as Marcus followed it with a puddle of wax. Kyle made spirals on her breasts and Max dribbled a river onto her nipples until each had a light glaze. All the while she cried out, her inscrutable words a mix of agonised pleasure and the need for more.

  Fire and ice… Her body didn’t know which way to go, what to feel, how to react. She panted as Marcus peeled away the wax then made a new layer on her rigid peaks, the sear of it shooting like lightning to her womb.

  The dildo circled her navel, in wide menacing hoops that drew closer and closer to her curls. When the tip rubbed over her clit, her deep moan seemed to come from her toes. Would he put it in her? Surely not. She’d never stand it. It would be too cold.

  She clamped her legs together, but Kyle wedged them apart, holding them wide with his own knees. He set aside the ice. Reaching for her cunt, he parted her labia with freezing fingers and held her wide to the warm air. Holding a candle high, no doubt to cool the wax on its descent, Max poured the paraffin over her clit. Nothing could have prepared her. None of the other sensations rivalled the jolt that exploded through her and centred in that one excruciatingly perfect spot. She clawed at the blankets, her orgasm splintering over her. Stars spiralled before her. Unbelievable cold filled her clutching channel…

  In a daze, she saw Kyle slide the ice shaft easily into her flooded passage, working it in and out as she thrashed on the summit of her climax. Another release knotted through her body.

  Hands turned her again and she found herself straddling Marcus’ body. The dildo pulled free and he thrust up into her. Marina groaned at the sudden change from freezing ice to burning cock.

  “Sweet heaven,” Marcus sighed, breaking his silence. “You feel like an icy fist around me.”

  “You feel like a red-hot poker.”

  “Too much?”

  “No,” she replied on gasping breaths. “So good.”

  She lurched as Kyle pressed the toy to her anus. It was slippery, though she wasn’t sure if it was from her juices of if he’d lubricated it. She wasn’t sure how much she could take. She couldn’t remember ever having someone anally and no one had touched her there since she’d been home.

  “Relax,” he murmured. “Deep breaths. It’ll be okay. I let out the melted water and it’s smaller than it was.”

  Not much, she figured, but Marcus ran his hands lovingly over her body. Suddenly, he pinched her wax-covered nipples and she gasped, both surprised and loving it. As she let out the breath from her intake, Kyle pushed the ice-cock past the tight ring of her anus. The tip rested there, just that little bit holding her open and completely holding her attention as well. Beneath her, Marcus slowly worked his cock in and out of her. Reaching between them, he flicked off the wax over her clit. But nothing he did drew all of her focus from what Kyle did. Inch by inch, he worked the shaft into her rectum, stretching her wide and sending shocking cold through her blood.

  “More,” she begged, dropping her shoulder to Marcus’ shoulder. The opposition of hot and cold stole her ability to think. All she could do was feel—Marcus fucking her cunt; Kyle’s dildo fucking her ass. She rocked, taking the cock, taking the ice.

  Suddenly, Kyle pulled it free. The blunt tip of his cock was there instantly and pushed inside before she could close down. He slid right in, answering her lube question.

  “Lord it is so cold,” he groaned.

  Marina couldn’t say if it was. All she knew was so full. She was so full of them. Both of them. Instant tremors rocked through her, squeezing both men as they started moving. One moved in while the other moved out. She cried out mindlessly, helpless between them and prey to the pleasure. Her mind seemed to have lifted to another plane, a different world, where the three-headed beast shadowed on the wall existed.

  She stared at the lurid silhouette on the wall, her cream gushing around Marcus’ cock. Another spasm through her body clamped around the men’s shafts, and Marcus grunted beneath her, the sounds as animalistic as the reflection she watched. Kyle’s fingers dug into her hips and his boiling cum shot into the still icy recesses of her ass.

  Spent, they all collapsed into a heap, surrounded by wax and ice, sweat and cum. As Marcus tenderly pushed the hair from her face, Kyle kissed her back and pulled away a bit of the wax, and Marina decided the tarp had probably been a pretty good idea.

  “Unbelievable,” she breathed. Being with the two of them truly was. She was so lucky to have them. As she snuggled between them, she remembered Kyle’s comment about losing her. How could she leave these men? She couldn’t. Ever.

  Chapter Five

  Marina smiled as she came awake, remembering the incredible sex the night before, followed by a very thorough cleaning in which the guys had made sure not a bit of wax remained on her body. They’d checked quite thoroughly, even where she was sure there couldn’t possibly be paraffin. After a shower that was more making love than showering, they’d tucked her into bed and climbed in with her.

  Presently, she was being crowded from either side, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was on her side, facing Kyle. Marcus had his arm draped over her hip, his hand—ever the man—cupped over her pussy. His forehead rested between her shoulder blades, his breath feathering across her skin with each exhale.

  Deep in the warm, early morning haze she often felt before the need to get moving pressed in on her, she trailed her nails over Kyle’s hip. Tilting her head forward, she kissed his pec.

  “Mmm…good morning,” he rasped. He snuggled closer, and she flicked her tongue over his nipple.

  It was in the mornings, as they all lay in bed for the few lazy minutes before the guys’ alarms went off, that she had the most ripples of memory. Occasionally, she had a strong draw to get up and attend to things. What she didn’t know, but she figured it had something to do with her job. She’d be pinning them down on that this morning. She wanted to start looking at things while they were at work. It was time to start making a game plan and pretending to be back to normal. She might never remember more than she did now, and life couldn’t hang out there indefinitely. People needed her to do her jobs around town—whatever they were.

  “How’re you feeling this morning?” he asked. “Okay? Not achy after last night?”

  They’d taken great care with the wax last night, but still, they’d checked carefully to be sure she wasn’t burnt anywhere. After the shower, they’d insisted on slathering aloe lotion all over her.

  “I feel exceptionally good. Like I could even do some work today.”

  Behind her, Marcus groaned. “It wouldn’t kill you to relax.”

  “Someone’s grouchy this morning,” Kyle chuckled, and Marcus reached blindly over Marina and shoved him hard. Kyle tumbled onto the floor with a bellow. He was back in an instant, lunging over her and shoving Marcus. Marina giggled hysterically and pulled the pillow over her face as she wiggled out of the way of the tussling men.

  Still laughing, she got up and circled
the bed. She stopped for a moment. Grasping the bed post, she glanced at them. Who needed children with these grown up versions in the house? A nasty twinge of emotional pain spiked through her at the thought, but she pushed it away. It was as it was. There was no changing it.

  “I’ll be in the kitchen making coffee when you guys are done,” she told them, forcing the cheer into her voice.

  She’d completely gathered herself together when they appeared. Kyle had a laptop under his arm; Marcus looked to have the beginning of a black eye.

  “You punched him?” she asked, incredulous.

  “Not exactly.”

  Crossing her arms, she waited.

  “I ran into his hand—”

  “And I feel really bad.”

  “He fell off the bed—”

  “You shoved me.”

  “And then I fell. On his hand.”

  “Uh huh.” God, it really was like having kids. And pretty funny from two grown up, professional men, but perhaps this was a hazard of two men living together. “Is that my computer?”

  Marcus headed for the coffeemaker while Kyle went to the table. He put down the laptop then opened it. “Yes, it is. Your files are meticulously labelled so you shouldn’t have any problems. Since you’re the only one to use this, you have all your passwords stored. You shouldn’t have a problem getting into your databases or email. It connects to our wi-fi as soon as you boot up.”

  He didn’t look at her and seemed strangely nervous.

  “You okay?” she asked. She jostled her shoulder into his. “I believe it’s not your fault about Marcus’ eye.”

  He jostled her back, smiling—but not as brightly as usual. “Marc deserved it anyway.”