14. Maddox

Maddox

14

I've not felt this happy in, how long has it been now, two years?

All it took was tit fucking my slut of a stepsister.

Who would have thought that would be the solution to all my problems?

If I had known, I would have done it a lot sooner.

It's been agony having to wait this long before we made our move, but Max wanted to be physically ready before he touched Violet again. I respected his wishes and helped him get to where he is today since he refused to go back to physio.

I'm making him keep lookout whilst I go up to Violet's room so he can have a breather. Neither of us has slept much and Max has been so on edge about needing to be near Violet, that we've slept in the car more than once. I can see it's taking its toll on him though, he's even more irritable than usual.

It's pretty quiet in the dorms, most people seem to have already left for summer break and there's just a few stragglers left behind, finishing their workload off like Violet is.

I'm sure I'm not the first guy to sneak up here so I'm not too worried about getting caught.

Lucky for us, the security in this fancy school is shit. Not only is the library unmanned, but the dorms don't even have anyone to sign you in.

Everyday I'm here, it solidifies how much I don't belong. I may come from the same rich heritage the rest of these students do, but I don't get the same luxuries as them. My money comes from my own work at the garage, well, came from. I had to quit my job so I could be here and I've been relying on money from Max. Of course, he gets everything he wants whereas Dad refuses to give me hand outs whilst I don't have a future in mind. Little does he know my future is very very clear.

Compared to me, Max and Violet look like they were born for it here.

Such a shame only one of them got to experience that happy ending. Even bigger shame that her happy ending is being taken over by the villains of her story.

When I reach Violet's room, I unlock it with the key we had copied months ago and sneak in.

We've got a good twenty minutes before she finishes up in the cafeteria and comes back here.

More than enough time to leave her a little gift.

All I'm supposed to do is place the photos we have of her on her bed, but that feels too boring. I want to make this game more exciting so I snoop through her things.

This isn't the first time I've been in here, but still it's fun to see if there are any new secrets to be found.

On her nightstand is that dumb little bear she gave Max years ago and next to that, her favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. How fucking tragic.

I remember spending hours watching videos online, learning how to put it back together for her. I noticed how well loved it was when she was reading it when we first spoke to her at our parents wedding. So I took it from her and glued it back together as best I could.

I can't believe she still has it.

My heart feels a little fuller than it has in a long time.

As I slip the photos inside, I can't help but feel a tiny slither of guilt for tormenting her, for telling her to stay away in the first place.

I was just so angry. I didn't know what to do when Max was in the hospital and I ended up pushing her away.

Maybe we are taking things too far and if we just spoke to her we could sort this all out. But the memory of her in the library makes me weak for more of just that. We can play for a little while longer.

I place the book on the middle of her bed then start looking through the rest of her things to see what else she's been up to.

"What the fuck?" I try not to shout, but the fucking dildo in her drawer has taken me by surprise.

How have I not seen it before?

Seriously, what the fuck?

The thought of her getting herself off with it does turn me on, but then the image of another guy inside her pussy slams to the front of my mind.

She could be doing anything during the times we're not around to watch her. As much as we try to, we can't be here twenty-four hours a day. She could be helping herself to every guy on campus as well as getting herself off with this thing.

Make that two things.

I pull the second one out and hold it up to examine closer. It looks weirdly like a bunny rabbit on one side.

How does this shit even work?

Like what goes where?

"You won't be needing these anymore, little whore," I mumble to myself as I take the batteries out. Finding a scrap of paper on Violet's desk, I write a hasty note and leave it on her bed with the batteries on top to weigh it down.

I can't believe I'm doing this, but I can't just put them in the trash for her to find, so I shove both the dildos into the inside pocket of my leather jacket.

I'm so pissed off by the thought of her getting fucked by anyone or anything that's not us, that my dick's rock hard from all the blood pumping to it.

Stomping over to her dirty laundry hamper, I pull out the first pair of panties I find and bring them to my face. With each inhale, my cock throbs and I have to take it out so I don't leak in my jeans.

"Fuck," I sigh through my exhale as I apply a firm grip to the base of my cock. The pressure feels good, but it's nothing compared to what I imagine Violet's pussy feels like.

I wish Max would just let us fuck her already. I need to mark her as ours, to fucking claim her body so no one else will dare touch what's ours again.

Casting my eyes around the room for something to lay my mark on, I spot the lotion on her desk.

With a wicked smirk curving my lips, I unscrew the lid. Then, I wrap her panties around my cock and pump.

I imagine her spread naked on the bed, touching herself, thinking she's all alone. Then I kick the door open and before she can scream, Max pins her down, covering her mouth with his hand. Her eyes land on me and she watches as I position my cock at her entrance. We shouldn't do this! She tries to beg, but her dripping pussy tells me she wants it and I push into her with one violent thrust.

Fuck!

My hold on the jar tightens and I aim my cock into it as I come so fucking hard I see stars.

When I look down, I see just how much come I've left for her and smile. It blends in perfectly with the white lotion already in there and I wish I could be here to watch as she rubs it into her skin.

I'm tempted to hide under her bed, like some pervert and jack myself off whilst she covers herself in my come, but I need to get back to Max.

Pocketing her panties, I make sure nothing's too amiss in her room. She'll see the gift on her bed and discover her lack of sex toys, but the missing panties and jar of come will be harder to notice. I want her lying awake at night, worrying about what else the stranger in her room could have done.

"Took your time," Max says as I step outside. His eyes are cast straight ahead and I follow where he's looking.

"Why are you just standing there?" I ask as I see James talking to Violet again. The anger I just released in her room is coming back again as I see him near her.

It should be us that close to her, not another guy.

Especially not him.

Does she even know who she's talking to?

After the accident I thought she would have known to steer well clear of him.

"I can hardly go over there in broad daylight."

My shoulders sink as I realize he's right. We'll stick out more if we wear the masks right now.

"What harm will it do if she sees our faces at this point though? She knows it's us."

Max lets out a heavy sigh. "She thinks it's us. There's no way she can be absolutely sure. I want her thinking she's going insane, wondering if what's happening to her is real or not."

"Well that fucker putting his hands on her is certainly real." I start marching towards them as I see James grab Violet roughly by the arm and start leading her away.

We're the only ones that get to touch her like that. That get to touch her at all.

My chest fills with pride, as I watch her put up a fight as he drags her around the corner.

When I look over my shoulder Max is right behind me. His face is calm, but his eyes are simmering with rage. I also notice the uneven gait to his walk and the way the tendons in his neck tighten as he braces himself for each step.

I can't help him right now though, not when Violet needs us more.

"I'm just trying to be nice, Violet. After everything that's happened, I want you to know I'm here for you," James says as she shrugs out of his grip and starts backing away from him.

His tone is gentle, but I can hear how he's trying to manipulate her.

Has he been doing this all along?

Did we get it wrong?

Shit.

This is what happens when we're not around to protect her. Violet needs us to keep her safe.

"I've been nothing but patient, but it's about time you give me something."

Her hand flashes in front of her and her mouth hangs open, her eyes widening in shock as she realizes she's just slapped him.

My cock is instantly hard.

"You little bitch." James cups his cheek, his other hand clenching into a fist as he advances on her, crowding her against the wall.

She opens her mouth to say something back to him, but we're there before she can get a word out.

Max places one hand over her eyes and the other over her mouth as he forces her back against the wall. She doesn't know it's him yet and she starts scratching at him, trying to get him away from her.

That's good. I want her to put up a fight against anyone that might try to hurt her, including us.

Max's palm muffles her calls for help and we're lucky no one else is around to see this.

I set my sights back on James as he tries to pull Max off her. "What the hell are you—" before he can finish his sentence, I punch him in the jaw then drag him around the corner out of earshot.

"Mad?" He asks, unsure if I'm me or my twin.

"Doesn't matter who you think I am. What matters is what the hell you were doing with her. After everything you've done to us, why the hell do you think you have the right to talk to her, to fucking touch her!" I toss him to the ground and he scrambles backwards.

"It's not like it was my fault! I'm just trying to be there for her, I know she's struggling."

"You don't know shit! But I know what you're doing. Trying to use her suffering to your advantage, working your way into her heart with false sympathies. It'll never work. She knows who she belongs to." I grab his collar and drop my knees onto his chest, pinning him down and knocking the air from his lungs.

Without giving him a chance to even attempt to take a breath, I start laying into his face. My fists turn into a blur of red as his lip splits open, followed by his cheek. "If I see you anywhere near her again, you are dead!"

"Okay! Okay!" He struggles to say between punches.

"Breathe a word to anyone that we're here and your life won't be worth living, you'll wish you were dead."

Finally, I push myself off him and he crawls away, pathetically cradling his bloodied face.

"You're fucking crazy!" He shouts as he gets to his feet and runs away like the spineless coward I know he is.

With a smile on my face and bloodlust in my veins, I make my way back to Max and Violet.

He's still got her pinned against the wall, her eyes and mouth covered.

The fight she had earlier has disappeared from her and when I see Max's knee between her legs, pressed up under her cute little chequered skirt, I know exactly why.

She's getting off on him.

I purse my lips so I don't say anything as I come up to her side. Forcefully, I grab her breast through her shirt, leaving a streak of blood behind and she squeaks. She tries to turn her head to the side to look at me, but Max doesn't let her move.

He smirks at me as I raise my brow. She loves it, he mouths as he lifts his knee higher until she's sat on it, her feet no longer touching the ground.

He looks so fucking pleased with himself, taking her weight like that. After the countless hours spent in the local gym with him, I can't help but feel proud as well.

I take hold of Max's hand and he lets me move it from her mouth. After taking in a heavy gulp of air, she says, "It's you again. Where's James?"

How dare she say his name when she's riding my brother's leg like that.

As glad as I am to see her safe with him, I'm still pissed off and confused with what she's even doing with James in the first place.

I'm not sure what to do with this anger. My cock's ready to blow again and all I want to do is shove her face into the ground as I pound into her from behind.

We can't risk her seeing our faces though.

Like Max said, it's part of the game of fucking with her mind as we fuck with her body.

Teaching her a lesson of who owns that bratty little mouth will have to do for now.

She's close, Max mouths and I watch as she rocks her hips on his knee.

Grabbing her jaw, I hold her mouth open and spit inside.

She lets out a strangled cry as my spit hits her tongue. "Mmmaa," she sounds like she's trying to sound out our names, but can't quite manage it and I realize it's because she's coming.

Jesus fucking Christ.

This girl really will be the end of me.

I grab her skirt, quickly pulling it up and we both watch as her light pink panties darken with her release. Max pulls his knee away and she drops to her feet.

Whilst he keeps her blinded and pinned to the wall, I crouch down to slowly drag her panties down.

"Please don't," she whimpers as she weakly grabs my shoulder, but doesn't try much more than that to stop me.

If she keeps refusing us what we want, I will definitely have to turn her around and fuck her senseless, no matter what Max says.

I could use the dildos she loves so much, but I'm still jealous of the fucking things.

The only things I want inside her are attached to mine and Max's bodies.

I'm so fucking pent up, I can barely see straight and the scent of her pussy right in front of my face is my undoing.

I can't help myself as I whip my cock out and aim it at the panties around her knees. Before I even manage one pump, I'm spilling inside them, filling the fabric up with my come.

She whimpers, her knees locking as she hears everything I've done.

With a content sigh, I straighten up. Max's face is a picture and I stifle a laugh.

Your turn. I wave my hand towards the come filled panties.

Max's jaw clicks as he shakes his head, contemplating what to do.

It's risky playing with her here, but we're risking everything everyday we sneak around, playing our dirty games.

As he moves one hand down to his zipper, I wrap my hand around Violet's throat. "Maddox? What are you doing?" I press a finger to her lips and she sniffles, but she keeps her mouth shut.

Good girl.

She's learning quickly.

Max pumps himself hard, the loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh makes Violet try to shrink back and some of my come leaks from her panties. I tighten my grip on her throat and she stills.

Max barely lasts longer than me and he aims his cock, adding his come to mine.

He straightens himself out then he carefully pulls her panties back up, settling the pool of come against her pussy.

"Oh my God, is that?" She squirms, her legs parting as she tries to avoid the feeling of the wetness on her.

Max is already walking away and I tap her pussy twice, digging my fingers in deep so our come really soaks up into her.

I can't help but imagine her really filled with come, so fucking full of it every second of the day as we breed her.

As Max likes to tell me, as long as we stick to the plan, it'll happen soon.

Slowly, I remove my hand from her eyes, hesitant she'll be staring straight at me, but she keeps them shut. Even as I walk away, she stands there waiting for permission to move.

Whatever we want from her, she'll do it, no questions asked.

It seems to be already ingrained in her blood that she belongs to us.

We're a part of her whether she likes it or not.