by Mia Ford
“Stand up, Ivy.” He said and she did as she was told. Even though she knew they were brothers, the thought didn’t enter her mind. Leon and Archer were two separate people to her, and right now, all she wanted was Archer.
When she stood up, Archer stepped towards her, and he seemed to be studying her body slowly, from the golden curls around her face to her ankles. He seemed to be assessing her, like he was planning on what to do.
“Good.” He mumbled as she stood before him, confused now about what exactly he wanted her to do.
Then Archer had placed his large hands on both her shoulders, he was dragging the thin sleeves of her dress down, along her arm, so that her breasts covered in her bra were revealed to him.
But Archer didn’t stop there, he kept pulling the dress down, past her navel, down her hips till they were lying in a heap around her ankles.
She could feel the goosebumps appear on her flesh by now. She felt conscious of her body, of her naked bare body. And Archer was only the second man who had seen her like this. His brother was the first.
“Now I can look at you properly.” She heard him say, although he wasn’t really looking at her eyes. His focus was entirely on the rest of her body. She pressed her thighs together, to experience the tingling feeling between her legs. As she had predicted, she was wet already. That was the answer to his question of whether she was ready for him or not.
“I wonder what you taste like.” Archer had leaned towards her to say, so that now his breath shook a curl that had fallen on her face. He blew it away, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He wanted to taste her? What did he mean by that?
“Lie down on the table, Ivy.” He said, like he was answering the thought she had just had.
Her mouth hung open slightly as she looked up at him. He only nodded his head as an encouragement.
She took a few steps back till her butt pressed against the dining table. She wasn’t even thinking about the food or the plates on the table, she simply leaned herself back and did a little jump. She felt the top of her head knock against a bowl or plate, but she didn’t care. She was lying, in her underwear on top of the dining table and feeling suddenly very shy.
She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, over her breasts and pressed her legs together again.
“How am I going to get my dessert if you don’t show me what you’re offering.” He said, looming over her. Archer had that smile on his face, those dimples were there on his cheeks, his blue eyes looked intense. Like he was on a mission.
He didn’t have to touch her for her to slowly start parting her legs. She moved her arms as well so that her breasts were revealed to him. Her nipples were erect and standing up through the fabric of her bra. She knew that he could see the wetness through her panties too.
Archer seemed to take a step back to admire the view.
“Delicious.” He said, looking back at her.
Archer was down on his knees, still fully clothed. Which somehow was turning Ivy on even more. It was like the anticipation of seeing him naked again, was making her more wet. He was teasing her. He could see that she wanted him to strip.
When Ivy lifted her head up slightly she saw that Archer had positioned himself between her legs. His head was at level with her wetness, her sex, her dripping waiting core. He was watching it, then looked up at her face.
“You’re very ready. This is going to be good.” He said and she gulped. With furrowed brows, Ivy let her head hit the table again and she closed her eyes. The coldness of the granite table top was cooling her back, while the rest of her body was burning up. She wanted to hold something, to clutch anything, but there was nothing, so her arms remained on her side. She was clenching and unclenching her hands in anticipation.
Then she felt Archer’s breath on her, there, he had brought his face closer to her.
“You smell fresh, young, very tight.” He said, more to himself than to her. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He was repeating himself, like an internal monologue, and Ivy gulped again. She was afraid of how she was going to feel. Of how her body was going to react.
Then she felt his fingers, slide up the inside of her thigh till it rested on the seam of her panties. She wanted desperately for him to tear them off. She wanted him to do something, anything, but Archer Cooper was taking his time.
He lifted her it slowly, it was sticking to her. And then he started sliding it down, forcefully, till it reached her mid-thigh.
Without a word, Archer shifted her legs closer together so that he could further slide it down past her knees. And she didn’t hear the sound of it landing on the floor, but she knew that she was now almost entirely naked, except for her bra. Archer Cooper had laid her out on the table and was going to have his fill. But again, he was watching her now.
“Part your legs Ivy. Show me in.” She heard him say, in a low grunt and she did what she was told again. Ivy parted her legs wide, and Archer wedged himself in, right up close to her so that she could feel his breath on her wetness again.
The sensation, of his tongue on her, shook her like a strong electric current. Her reaction was to suddenly press her legs together again, but she was obstructed by Archer’s presence between them. She heard him give a small laugh.
“A little jumpy?” She heard his muffled voice, and he licked her again. Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his long tongue on her. He was lapping her up, licking her juices, simply touching her there with his tongue.
She shook her head, pressing her eyes close tightly. She wasn’t sure what these feelings were that were coursing through her. This was more intense than sex, more violent than Leon being inside her. Archer’s tongue was now pushing, thrusting, slowly parting her sex lips.
“Very tasty.” He said, his voice was muffled again and in a flash he had stuck his tongue into her.
A loud moan escaped Ivy’s lips. She arched her back and her legs spread apart on their own, Archer shifted, moving his face closer to her so that he could start really tasting her. His mouth was pressed to her. She had imagined feeling the coarseness of his beard on her face, but now it was grazing against her legs, against the soft core of her. And it was a crippling feeling, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand up steadily on her feet even if she tried now.
She felt Archer’s hands move down and cup her butt now as her legs spread wider and wider, inviting him in deeper. His tongue was thrusting, the same way his dick had thrust into her before, but his tongue was reaching her fleshy corners, stroking her in places nobody had before.
Ivy couldn’t help but moan, while Archer’s voice remained muffled, stuck to her there. She knew she was going to come soon. It was going to happen soon. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth had hung open. Nothing had ever felt this good.
“I see you started without me.” Leon’s voice jerked her up from the table.
Ivy lifted herself, a gasp escaping her lips. Leon was at the dining room door, two plastic bags hanging from his hands. There was a soft smile on his face, and his chocolate brown eyes seemed to be dancing.
“Archer, Archer.” Ivy gently touched the top of his head. But Archer seemed to be lost. Either he hadn’t noticed the presence of his brother at the door, or he didn’t care. But Ivy’s heart was racing. Leon was watching her, he was watching them. He was smiling at what they were doing. His brother’s head between Ivy’s legs, the way he was sucking on her, licking her there, thrusting his tongue deep into her repeatedly.
Ivy gulped and said his name again, but Archer didn’t look like he was going to stop.
What was going on? Ivy was confused, and sightly ashamed. She didn’t want Leon to see her like this. Even if he had given them the privacy to have sex, she didn’t want him to actually see them doing it. But she couldn’t make Archer stop, all her resolve was gone, he was still making her weak, making her feel so good. She was still on the brink of an orgasm.
She simply stared at Leon and he stared back at her, while Archer continued to
lick her, forcefully, like he wasn’t about to stop unless she came.
Leon took in a deep breath and the plastic bags fell from his hands to the floor by the door. He wasn’t just going to keep standing there any more, he was coming in.
Ivy was suddenly afraid, as Leon approached her on the table. He wasn’t looking at his brother any more, his entire focus was just on her. He was looking at her naked body, at the way her face was scrunched up with pleasure. How helpless she looked while his brother had pinned her down.
“Are you enjoying this, Ivy?” He asked, taking a few long strides so that he was beside her now, looking down. She didn’t know what to say, she felt ashamed and guilty. But Leon wasn’t behaving like he was angry or upset at having caught her with his brother. And moreover, Archer had still not stopped, he was still licking her.
“I asked you a question, Ivy.” Leon said and she watched as he placed one of his hands on her bare belly.
“Yes. I am.” She stuttered and Leon looked at her again, and smiled.
“Good. I’m glad Archer has been giving you a VIP treatment.” He said and ran his hand over her abdomen now, up towards her breasts. Then he was tugging the clothing away. It gave way and snapped to the side so that her full juicy breasts with her pink erect nipples were revealed to him. Archer had still not moved, he hadn’t even lifted his head. He was like a machine, only built for her pleasure.
Ivy blushed as she looked dazedly at Leon. He seemed to be amazed by the sight of her breasts, one of which he now squeezed.
She was confused again. What was going on? Why were they not uncomfortable in each others presence? Was this what they meant when they said that they wanted to share her? This was not what she was expecting. Both of them together. How was she going to satisfy them both?
“You look confused, Ivy.” Leon said, tearing his gaze away from her breasts to her face again. Archer stopped suddenly, his tongue stopped stroking her and he lifted his head too.
Both the brothers were looking at her. Fully clothed, twins, the most gorgeous men she had ever set eyes on, were staring at her, smiles dancing in their eyes.
“Are you confused, Ivy?” Archer asked, in a more friendly tone.
“No. I mean, yes, a little bit. I don’t know what’s going on.” Ivy said, lifting her head up to them. She felt outnumbered and helpless, completely naked and lying on a dining table like that. She watched as the brothers exchanged looks and smiled.
“Nothing’s going on, Ivy. It’s just that we want to make you feel good. We want you to have the best time of your life. You would like that wouldn’t you?” It was Leon who spoke, in his deep calm voice. Like he was simply instructing her on how to ride a horse.
Ivy gulped and nodded her head. Of course she would like that. Having both of them together? That would be a dream come true. In fact, she hadn’t even fantasized about that. She didn’t even think that would be possible.
“I knew you would.” Leon added and then gently stroked her head.
“Lie back down, Ivy.” He said and she again, did what she was told.
She stared up at the ceiling, blinking, still in some shock that this was actually happening. What more could she have asked for? Being the center of both Archer and Leon’s attention, at the same time. But she still wasn’t experienced enough. She still didn’t know how this was going to work.
Till Archer went back to licking her.
Ivy gasped again, because he had done it unexpectedly, and she felt his tongue thrust into her.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself.” She heard Archer say, in a muffled voice while he continued to lick. Leon was still looming over her, but he suddenly bent down to her exposed breasts. He had started doing what he liked best, sucking on her nipples.
He squeezed her other breast with a hand, while he sucked and licked on the other.
Ivy felt like she was going to explode. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that it could feel so good. But then, she had never imagined both Archer and Leon together. And they had just gotten started.
She couldn’t even imagine what else they had in store for her.
Leon continued to suckle, while Archer licked her between her legs. Ivy was moaning, wriggling in her position, arching her back.
“Make her come, brother. I want to watch you make her come.” Leon lifted his head from her breast to say, and immediately Archer was licking harder. Stroking her faster with his tongue, thrusting it deep into her, harder and rougher so that Ivy was gasping for air now.
She opened her eyes to see that Leon was stripping. His shirt and jeans came off, and then his dick was in his hands. Ivy couldn’t think straight any more, Archer was making her come, very hard and Leon was going to simply watch.
He had stepped away from them, and was standing with his legs parted, stroking his massive dick in his hands, stroking it repeatedly, watching Ivy’s face as it contorted with pleasure.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. She was going to come, loudly and strongly. Archer remained between her legs, licking her gently when she exploded. She couldn’t control her screams any more, and her body jerked forward as she released, right into his mouth, on his tongue.
Archer remained where he was, while from the corner of her eye, Ivy could see that Leon was stroking himself faster, making himself ready. She knew this was not where this was going to end. Soon after Archer, it was going to be Leon’s turn, and he would want to show off to his brother how he could make her come too.
“You should have her first, brother.” Archer said, finally standing up.
Ivy had barely caught her breath. She was still climbing down from her orgasm, her vision was still hazy, but she could see that Leon was ready for her.
Completely naked, with his six pack abs glistening in sweat, his back arched in an athletic curve. He took a few strong streps towards her, the muscles on his thighs flexed. He only grunted a response to Archer.
In moments, Leon had positioned himself in front of her, where Archer had been. He was between her legs now, but the only difference was that he was standing, and his throbbing rock solid dick was in his hands.
So soon after her orgasm? Ivy wasn’t sure what she wanted now, but the sight of Leon in front of her, staring directly into her eyes was enough. She was ready for him again. She was still wet, and her brows creased as she felt him slide into her. He was inside her with one forceful thrust. Leon placed his hands, clenched on either side of her, and his torso was above her.
He was pumping into her, watching her face, repeatedly, forcefully and Ivy had no other choice but to give in to what her body was experiencing.
She sensed a movement on her side, and turned to see that it was Archer who was undressing now.
Tall, lean and muscular, just like his brother. Archer too grabbed his hard cock in his hands and started stroking.
“Take care of him, Ivy.” Leon barked, as he continued to pump into her. With each pump, Ivy’s body shook, her breasts bounced and her back was sliding on top of the table counter. She wasn’t sure what Leon had meant by that but his brother seemed to, because Archer came close to her now, by her side.
“Take me in your mouth.” He grunted and she looked up at him. Archer’s blue eyes were dark and narrowed on her. Those dimples and that smile was gone. He was glaring at her, while he turned his cock towards her. In her mouth?
Ivy opened her mouth wide. She was going to be a good girl and do as she was told. Leon was still pumping, using her dick to stretch her tight, fill her up.
Archer’s grazed her parted lips with the velvety smoothness of the tip of his cock. She gulped. How was she going to take his full length in her mouth? He pushed it in. She nearly gagged but he had pulled out of her.
“She has a lot to learn, doesn’t she?” Archer looked at his brother. He pushed his cock into her mouth again, and this time Ivy moved her tongue out of the way and closed her eyes. This was starting to feel good. Leon’s dick inside her, deep there, strokin
g repeatedly while Archer’s was in her mouth.
She felt helpless in their presence and she enjoyed it, it made her wetter, Leon was sliding in and out of her.
“Watch me make her come.” She heard him say and Archer quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Leon leaned in over her.
“Look at me Ivy.” Leon roared at her. She opened her eyes and found him staring down at her.
“Come for me.” He roared again, and he was pumping hard into her. Repeatedly, over and over again, thrusting into her till she was bouncing off the table top.
Leon pulled her up closer to him with a strong grip on her sides, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest. She was going to come. He was deep inside her, he had reached her there. There was no stopping it any more.
Ivy came again, loudly, screaming and gasping for breath. While Leon came too, exploding inside her with a few growls. Their bodies rocked together as they orgasmed together, and Leon suddenly pushed her away from her, tightly holding her still with his hands.
His eyes were on her, as she tried to catch a breath. Ivy’s body was shaking in his hands. She could see something else in his eyes. He was looking deep into them, like he was focusing on her soul.
“Good girl.” He said, in a hoarse whisper. Almost like he didn’t want his brother to hear. She felt dazed, still a little confused and she collapsed back on the table top with a gentle thud.
She felt spent, dizzy from two explosive orgasms. She still hadn’t had the opportunity to properly wrap her brain around what had just happened. How had all this happened? How had she ended up here? Was this some kind of a trick? Or a dream?
Archer was still stroking himself beside her as she felt her heavy lids flickering, she was going to quickly fall asleep. She had no control over her body or her brain now, it was shutting down.
