Torn: Between Two Brothers (Taboo MMF Menage Erotic Romance)

by Vanessa Wilde

  After a lot of stuttering, and a few gasps, she managed a “...no.” So he leaned back to keep going.

  The girl turned to putty in his hands.

  A moment later, he heard her mumble something.

  “What was that?”

  mumblemumble

  “Still couldn't hear you...”

  Finally, in a barely audible whisper...

  “I said... don't call me Annie...”

  He couldn't hold back from laughing at that.

  She turned around, glaring sullenly at him: her face flushed red, her eyes wet, her cheeks puffed out in a pout.

  She was so overpoweringly adorable in that moment that, without even thinking, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck.

  He pulled himself back a moment later, when he realized what he'd done, fully expecting her to elbow him in the face and storm off. He was already preparing his usual litany of apologies when he noticed that she hadn't reacted that way at all.

  He craned his neck around speculatively, to get a look at her expression. He did not expect what he saw there.

  Her mouth was hanging slightly open, and her tongue licked lightly at her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed a new shade of rose, and her eyes... swam emptily, as if staring off into the distance, even though there was nothing but a cliff face in front of her.

  “Oh boy... I've really gone and done it now...”

  He moved his hand from her shoulder, and slid it down her arm. He saw her eyes drift shut, her mouth open into a wider O, and heard her breathe roughly out.

  And that was about as much as he could take.

  He slipped his arms around her and grabbed both of her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing his fingers into them, pulling her as tight as he could into his chest.

  She let out a muffled scream, so full of lust that it pushed him even farther over the ledge he had just jumped off.

  He pulled up her tank top over her breasts, and kept kneading furiously at them with one hand, while his other slipped into her shorts, and rubbed at the increasingly sodden folds of her vulva.

  His mouth, meanwhile, found itself gnawing at her shoulder, which was already sensitive from the vigorous rubbing he'd started with – it sent her twitching with a sensory overload of pleasure.

  Anne moaned, and struggled to take in shuddering breaths, and began a dozen times to tell him to stop... but she just couldn't get the words out of her mouth, no matter how much she told herself she should.

  She felt him worrying at the buttons of his jeans. A moment later, she heard them slide to the floor. The next thing she new, there was a thick, long something rubbing rhythmically between her buttcheeks, over her shorts.

  Holy shit... she thought to herself. This is really happening... Damn, if I don't stop this now...

  “Kyle, I...”

  It was at that moment that he slid his tongue between her shoulder blades, and up along her spine, to her neck. He licked at the little, downy hairs on it, before laying his whole mouth on one side of her neck, sucking at it.

  Anne spread her legs, a little over shoulder-width apart.

  He didn't even take off her shorts, just bunched them and her panties off to one side, exposing her dripping wet opening. He rubbed his head against it once or twice, just enough to wet the tip... before driving it into her, hard.

  She let out all the air in her lungs in a guttural burst, and strained her eyes upwards, to the sliver of sky she could see from where she was pressed against the cliff face.

  She had never been so filled in her life. Kyle was way bigger than Arnold had been... and he wasn't even fully in her yet. She discovered that when he pulled himself out a little... only to thrust back in, even deeper than he had been before.

  Kyle had been this close to coming the second he went into her, so tight and inviting was her pussy, and so turned on was he by her moans, her scent, the feel of her hair against his cheek. He edged himself back from the precipice, though, and spread his legs to give himself better purchase.

  And then he began to pump into her.

  Anne felt him reposition himself, and arched herself back, propping herself up against the rock in front of her so he could take her more easily.

  He started with a few slow thrusts, drawing a moan from her each time he bottomed out against her. His arms were wrapped around her midriff, pulling her strongly against him each time he pushed in.

  Then he was picking up the pace, driving himself faster and faster into her. Every few strokes, he would draw out his cock almost to the tip, before slamming it back in one, smooth motion.

  For a time, there was no sound in the forest except for their moans, and the wet slap of his waist against her ass.

  His legs started to ache from the exertion, so he shifted his position a little, but the pace of his passion only increased.

  From that new angle, though, he had released the beginnings of her orgasm.

  She felt it build in her, block by block, until it reared up, ready to blot the heavens...

  “Ahh... aghhhh.... I'm cumming!....”

  With a flurry of desperate thrusts, Kyle drove himself towards the edge, until he felt himself about to drop off it.

  He pulled out just in time, sending ropes of thick, white semen pulsing down her leg.

  Anne let her face rest against the cold rock face, working to catch her breath.

  She had been so close... mere seconds away. And then he had pulled out, and she felt, alongside the throbbing ache of satisfaction, a smoldering need nestle within her.

  She slid down to her knees, unable to support her own weight. Kyle leaned his arms and head on the cliff face above her, covering her, still shaking from his rock-shattering orgasm. His cock softened gradually, nestled on her shoulder.

  Anne rode out the wave of dizziness until she settled into a blissfully blank state of mind – not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything, for the first time since her breakup.

  It was punctured by the sound of a familiar voice.

  “Guys? You there? Ugh, where was the camp again...?”

  She let out a panicked gasp.

  “Noah!”

  She pushed Kyle off, actually slapping his dick off her shoulder as she scrambled to her unsteady feet, and furiously set about trying to find something to clean herself up with.

  “Quick, get your pants back on!” she hissed at him.

  Kyle seemed infinitely less motivated to pull them back on as he was to get them off, and just watched as she dabbed at his still-hot cum sliding down her calf and into her boot with a towel she disgustedly realized she would have to use for the rest of the hiking trip.

  “Come oooonnnn... he'll be here in a second, once he's gotten dressed... You're only wearing fucking jeans, how could you be taking longer than he is?!”

  Who cares if he sees this when he gets here, Kyle wanted to say. But instead, he grudgingly got up, and pulled up his jeans along with him. As he was buttoning them back up, he pointed in Anne's direction, and said:

  “Not that I mind or anything, but you're hardly one to talk, what with your breasts hanging out like you were putting them out to dry...”

  With a jolt, Anne realized her tank top was still pulled up over her breasts.

  Her face reddening, she jerked it back down.

  “You little...” she threw the cum-stained towel at him, and then, realizing what it was, rushed to get it back before Noah could come back and find it.

  “Now, now... I leave you guys alone for five minutes, and you're already fighting?”

  “That was never five minutes, bro! In fact, you had us so bored waiting on you, we had to find some way to keep ourselves entertained...”

  “I'll bet the only one being entertained by your antics was you, isn't that right, Anne?”

  When she could only blush and look away, tying the towel gingerly to the bottom of her backpack, he continued.

  “Well, anyway, sorry about the wait. Although, I'm going to have to a
sk you to wait just a little longer, because I've got a little surprise in store for you. ...I won't tell you any more – just wait til you see it! I thought it might perk you up a bit, Anne, since you've been having a tough time of it lately...”

  Still unable to meet his eye, she slung the backpack heavily over one shoulder, and said:

  “It's a lake, isn't it…”

  Noah threw a wounded glare at his younger brother.

  “Kyle!! You told her!”

  “No, I swear I didn't! ...no, wait... did I?”

  “You little...”

  ///\

  \///

  The three of them walked past trees and streams, through thickets, and between boulders until they reached the mountain lake Noah had so carefully sought out.

  It was indeed just as beautiful as he had said – and then some. When you looked down at it, you might as well have been looking up, for it reflected the trees and mountains and sky above it like a mirror, and spread out the bright noonday sun into a shimmering sea.

  All the brightness and beauty, though, just made Anne more uncomfortable, since it seemed to burn at the little knot of guilt inside her.

  To compensate for not being able to look at him earlier, Anne did a lot of staring at Noah now. At first she did it (she told herself) to check for any signs that he suspected what they had been up to when he'd returned to camp. After a while, though, even she had to admit she did it just because she wanted to.

  He was the “head” to Kyle's “tails”, the alpha to his omega, the Harry Potter to his Game of Thrones. Basically, they looked quite different.

  Where Kyle was dark and curly, Noah was light and straight: his dirty blonde hair swept backwards almost to his shoulders, always tucked behind an ear on one side.

  His eyes were the grey of evening storm clouds, and his smile a shy affair, like the sun on an overcast day. He was several inches taller than Kyle, and slimmer, though still sporting an athletic build. He was especially broad at the shoulders, and (Anne remembered from one occasion, when he had bandaged an ankle she'd twisted when she was still just a kid) had very soft, long fingers, like a pianist's.

  He kept on furrowing his brow, and asking if she was alright. She would avert her gaze, and mumble something, and feel even more guilty knowing that by doing so she was only making him worry more.

  As the day passed into the afternoon, they descended from the heights into the foothills. When they finally stopped for a belated lunch, it was 3pm, and as hot as an oven.

  Kyle let his backpack drop from his shoulders, and immediately laid his head on it, pulled an arm over his eyes, and announced:

  “I'm gonna go to sleep. Wake me up when you guys decide to leave.”

  They had stopped by a little stream, and Noah took off his boots and sat down with his feet in the water as he started to unwrap a pack of sandwiches.

  Anne realized this would be pretty much the first time during the trip she could sit down and chat with Noah, just the two of them. She felt like she really wanted to do that.

  Instead, she picked up the dirty towel from earlier that day, and said she needed to go powder her nose. (Though the term she used for it herself was a little more crude, Anne generally being no shrinking violet... something like “I'm gonna go for a piss”...)

  She followed the stream downhill for a minute or two, until she came to a clearing in which the stream collected into a little, stone-strewn pool. The water came up about to her knee.

  She quickly stripped off and bent down in the pool, to wipe the still-lingering smell of sex off her, and try to salvage her towel as best she could from Kyle's... influence.

  She'd brought a small plastic bottle of body wash – the kind you find in hotel rooms – with her, and scrubbed vigorously with it under her armpits, on her neck and shoulders, down her legs, and... between them.

  She spent a little longer on that spot than she might have normally, subconsciously feeling that someone could smell her juices from this morning.

  Inevitably, though, her attention to the area brought up the muscle memory of how close she'd gotten to orgasm that morning, and how badly she'd needed it.

  She had a quick glance round. There was no one watching, not even a squirrel.

  ...surely it'll be fine... it'll just take a minute or two... no one will ever notice...

  She sat down on a small boulder in the pool, spread her legs, and set to work between them.

  The schlicking sound of her fingers running up and down her opening, dipping in and out of her, and fluttering back and forth over her clit mingled with the tinkling rush of the streamlet at her ankles, and after a nervous first minute, she lost herself in the rhythm of it...

  ...lost herself so completely, that she didn't hear Noah calling her name until he stepped into the clearing.

  “–nne... Are you over here? Sorry if I'm disturbing you, only it's been almost fifteen minutes, and I was worried you might have hu– oh my god...”

  Her eyes snapped belatedly open, and she turned to see Noah with his mouth hanging halfway down to his navel, and a folded napkin lying dropped on the ground at his feet, with four neatly sliced sandwich quarters spilling out of it.

  He'd been speaking loudly, to avoid just such an accident; the reason she hadn't heard him was that she was flirting ever closer to the brink of a much-delayed orgasm, and had been so intent on it that she'd blocked the world out.

  The sight of him, and the nervous rush brought on by being discovered like this, drove her over the edge, and she came – a sharp, sudden jolt, not lasting long, but enough to make her legs go totally weak, so that she couldn't get up and run away like she so wished she could right now.

  When you added to that the fear and shame she was feeling, there was only one thing which could happen next.

  Her normally perfectly satisfactory control over her bladder failed her, in that moment of tension and release, and she let out a golden stream to join the one already eddying around her feet.

  Her eyes filled with tears, and she squeaked out:

  “don't... don't look!”

  Noah's jaw, if possible, had dropped lower, and his eyes were positively straining out of their sockets in shock.

  “I... I... I...... I'm so sorry!!”

  He turned to flee.

  “wait... don't go...”

  She was struggling a little for breath, and so didn't say it loudly... but something in the desperation of her voice got to him, and he froze in place – unable to turn around and look back at her, and unable to keep heading to the hills where he felt he belonged right now.

  “If... if you go now... like this... I'll never be able to look you in the eyes again... so please... please don't go...”

  Her words were partly obscured by sobs halfway through, but she managed to make her meaning clear.

  Noah gulped nervously, and managed an “Ok... I won't go...”, but still couldn't figure out what to do beyond that. He clenched his fists at his side, and kept on staring straight ahead, at the peeling bark of a perfectly unassuming tree.

  He just stood there awkwardly, rigid, like a guard at Buckingham Palace, totally at a loss for how he could remedy the situation.

  He was brought from the panicked vortex of his thoughts by the feel of a tug at his shirt, behind him.

  The next second, he felt her head thump gently against his back, and her other hand grab for purchase beside it, as if she would fall over otherwise.

  “A... Anne?”

  With a start, he realized she was crying. He heard her sniffling, and felt a little wetness seep through his shirt.

  “Anne, are you alright...?”

  Of all the stupid questions...

  He had to turn around slightly, to see her, and she practically fell into him, so that he had to grab hold of her to keep her steady.

  When he noticed how she was trembling, there was no other choice but to wrap his arms around her, and make shushing noises in her ear as she sobbed quietly into h
is chest.

  For Anne, it was an unexpected, and unwelcome, but nevertheless necessary catharsis. Reduced to such a state of helplessness, she felt herself being purged of all the tensions of the last day, and the previous few months, when she wrestled with herself to finally make the decision which she needed to – for her own good, and ultimately, her leech of an ex's good, too.

  As for Noah... he had enough on his plate trying to distract himself from the fact he was holding a gorgeous, naked girl in his arms – that, and trying to hide his unmistakable and growing arousal from her, shifting his hips when it threatened to become too obvious.