Reina

Regret.

Not something I’m used to and I don’t plan to let that change tonight.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I ask Mikeal.

I’m on my back in the fucking dirt with sticks and other parts of the outdoors in places I don’t even want to think about. The discomfort of the ground is driving me crazy but it's the pain of my tied-up hands that’s making it hard to move.

“Stay still, Princess.”

Mikeal grins manically. “Or don’t. Maybe you like the pain like I do. You want the rope digging into your skin? Marking you on the outside, like we are about to mark you on the inside?”

I hate that he’s right. The longer the pain goes on, the less irritating it becomes. What was once a sting begins to fade into something more enjoyable…

Pleasure.

The boys I’ve spent my youth with are bringing out a new side to me. Something darker and maybe even depraved.

I feel the thin underwear I’m wearing begin to stick in places, getting wetter.

Mikeal brings out a knife and my fear returns.

“What do you need that for?”

I can’t help but ask.

He laughs. “Be good and I won’t need it. If you don’t want to behave, I might carve your beautiful skin.”

The edge of the knife runs over my thigh, not cutting but putting enough pressure that one flinch would leave blood staining the blade.

“Be good or get fucking Tetanus? What kind of choice is that, Mikeal?”

I can’t help the sarcasm leaking into my tone.

He reaches out and grips my neck, applying pressure. “I said be good. I have other things your mouth can do if you want to use it. Enough with the smartass comments.”

I’ve spent so much time focusing on Mikeal that I didn’t realize Amos was making his own moves. His shirt and pants are gone, leaving him standing in only black boxer briefs.

“Amos…”

I choke out.

“Shh, my girl. You’re supposed to be good and listen. Mikeal wants to carve his name into your skin if you disobey.”

The grip on my throat gets tighter and I know they see true terror in my eyes.

Amos runs a hand through my hair and I close my eyes, trying to relax.

“That’s it. Just listen to what we say and no harm will come to your beautiful skin. Right, Mikeal?”

Mikeal lets go and I inhale deeply.

“That’s right,” he says.

Amos places a kiss on my cheek. “You can do this, baby girl. Tell me you want us.”

I search his eyes, trying to find any sense of safety. Where his brother is all danger, Amos is usually security. Today he’s guarded and closed off, not allowing me to find that familiar comfort.

There’s the fight inside of me that wants to risk the blade and Mikeal’s anger, staying true to who I believe I am.

Then there’s a part of me screaming inside to give in. To let them win, no matter the cost. Let them take whatever they want from me. I don’t know if it’s the fear talking or the fact that I’ve known these two for years.

“I want you,”

I say, looking at Amos and then Mikeal. “Both of you.”

Mikeal lets out a noise that sounds like a cross between a snarl and a growl, while Amos smiles and kisses my forehead gently.

“Good girl.”

I almost scream when Mikeal brings the knife to my chest but I remain still. The sound of my dress being cut off echoes, followed by my underwear.

“Fuck.”

The twins say in unison.

I feel powerful hearing their reaction to seeing me naked.

Slowly, their hands begin to explore my body.

Fingers trace my hips and up toward my chest, sliding across my nipples and causing me to moan.

I’m naked on the ground in the middle of the woods as my childhood friends touch me as much as they wish.

Mikeal stands up. Quikly, he removes his clothes, leaving me feeling less vulnerable. He isn’t wearing any underwear, making the process a quick one.

“I’ll take her mouth first, you can take whatever you want.”

What an asshole. “I’m not just a set of holes for you, don’t fucking treat me that way.”

He leans down and grabs one of my breasts roughly before using his other hand to slap it. “I don’t remember asking for your input, Princess. Now open that nasty little mouth for me.”

What I hate most about this is how much I enjoy it. Mikeal is acting like an asshole but I can’t deny how wet it’s making me.

I try to show my annoyance by narrowing my eyes even as I’m following his orders.

Mikeal removes himself from his briefs as he straddles my chest. He’s hard and absolutely huge. He barely gives me any time at all to think about what I’m doing.

He’s not gentle when he shoves himself into my mouth.

“That’s better. Fuck, keep looking up at me like you hate me. It makes me want to fuck your face even harder.”

It’s not long before I’m struggling to breathe, choking on him as my drool leaks down my chest.

Mikeal pushes himself as far as he can go, using his rough hold on my hair to hold me against him.

I try to relax as much as possible but it’s a challenge.

As if reading my mind, I feel a hand drift up my leg towards my wet center. I know this has to be Amos.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you while Mikeal uses your sweet little mouth.”

I feel my legs being spread wide before his body is in between them.

While his brother is using my mouth to please himself, Amos uses his mouth to please me.

Rough and gentle.

Angry and sweet.

The contrast is incredible.

Amos runs his tongue from my puckered hole to my clit and it makes me shiver. He eats me like he’s been starving for eternity and I’m the last meal on Earth.

Mikeal must not like that I am distracted. He releases my head and stands up. “I changed my mind. I want to stuff that cunt with my cum. She can swallow it next time.”

“If someone doesn’t give me an orgasm soon, there might not be a next time.”

I say with a smirk, feeling desperate for a release.

Neither of them likes the idea of that.

Amos inserts a finger inside me as he suctions on to my clit, testing it out before adding a second.

If my hands were free, I’d be clawing the dirt in pleasure. Instead, I taunt the beast in front of me, stroking himself as he watches his brother eat my pussy.

“Come on, Mikeal. Don’t you want to help him? I’m so close. Amos is making me feel so good.”

Playing at their sibling rivalry is petty but if they have plans to use me for their own happy endings, I want mine first. And I want them both to give it to me.

Mikeal tries to resist at first but gives up when I let out a breathy moan.

He drops back to his knees and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He isn’t delicate, blending pain into the move. Teeth scrape against my nipple, tugging against it and causing me to curse.

Mikeal starts the process all over again on the other side before hovering his face over mine. “You like the way my brother is eating your cunt? I wish I would have cum in it before he started, that way he’d have to accept that you’ve always been mine just as you’ve always been his.”

My eyes start to roll back as he puts his hand on my neck and applies the right amount of pressure.

“Now give us that orgasm. It’s ours, just like you.”

There’s no stopping it.

I erupt and Amos licks me until I shake with overstimulation.

Mikeal kisses me roughly before letting go of my neck and standing up.

“You can have her first. Be as sweet as you want to. Warm that tight little pussy up for me so I can destroy it when you’re done.”

He finds a tree stump to sit on as he strokes himself.

I guess he’s going to watch. The idea of letting Amos fuck me while Mikeal watches and waits for his turn sends a rush through me.

Amos discards his clothing before climbing over me. “Hi, little warrior.”

He leans his head down to mine to lay a kiss on my lips. I taste my own arousal and it makes me deepen the kiss.

“Hi, handsome. You did good work down there.”

I watch as a hint of a blush takes over his cheeks. It reminds me of the same Amos who let me cry on his shoulder the day I got my first period.

“Well, I’m always at your service.”

I let out a giggle. Maybe I should feel shy or embarrassed but I’m not. I just feel excited. As angry as I am that none of this was originally on my terms, deep down, I’m happy they wanted me.

This night started with me hating my situation but now I want this as much as they do. Maybe because right now, we’re all together and it feels right. It was never supposed to be just one of them. It was this.

Us.

“Amos?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“Can you fuck me now? Please?”

His smile takes over his face. “I was thinking something a little sappier. I was going to ask to make love but I have a feeling the minute I’m inside you, that plan will go out the window.”

I lean forward to kiss him again while wrapping my free leg around his hip.

Slowly, he enters me.

“Oh fuck. I’m not going to last long. You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

He feels so good but I want to wrap my arms around him.

I look over at Mikeal who is watching his brother thrust into me.

“Please let my hands go. I want to touch him.”

He looks torn. He knows this is special to both me and Amos but I’m still a risk. With my hands free the only thing keeping me at their mercy is the trap on my foot and them.

I can’t deny that the idea of trying to free myself is tempting but I want to finish this night with them.

“I promise I’ll be good. Please, Mikeal. I am begging you.”

I see the way my words affect him. The way his eyes light up at the idea of me begging for him.

Grabbing his knife, he cuts my hand loose. “You run and I’ll fuck your ass tonight.”

That’s a good threat.

Because now I’m definitely not running.

But the grunt Amos lets out tells me he felt me tighten around him, giving away that I’m not opposed to the idea some other time.

Now that my hands are free, I run them up and down Amos’s back. He hits a spot that has me wanting to scream out and my nails dig into his skin.

“Oh yes, Amos. Right there.”

He drives his hips into me harder and the sound of our skin slapping together rings out into the woods.

“Come for me again, . I want to feel you squeeze me.”

His words undo me and he follows me over the edge.

“Such a good girl,”

Amos says.

We meet each other for another kiss full of passion and I find myself wondering how we waited so long.

“My turn, Princess. You can help her if you want Amos but I want her ass in the air. Put her face in your lap or in the dirt, either one works for me.”

The fact that he mentioned Amos could hold my face tells me he doesn’t actually want me eating dirt but Mikeal isn’t ready to give in and let me win any part of tonight.

That’s fine. We have plenty of time for that later.

As soon as Amos has moved off of me, Mikeal releases my leg in the trap and flips me to my stomach. He wastes no time lifting my hips and inserting himself from behind.

My head is gently lifted into Amos’s lap and I love that somehow they’ve both been part of each other’s experience.

Mikeal doesn’t take it easy on me. He’s rough, grabbing my hands and pulling them behind my back. He wants full control of my body but we both know he’s only getting it because I’m allowing it.

I could say stop right now and every action would cease. The way each of them has made me feel the pleasure of the moment instead of taking it for themselves tells me that it’s supposed to mean as much to me as it does for them.

I’m not going to though. This is the best night of my life. I feel like this was how it was meant to be. How it should always be.

“Such a sloppy cunt. Filled up by my brother and waiting to take my cum,”

he grunts out.

His words should repulse me but I like it.

“Take that dick, Princess. Let me fill you up too.”

I moan, my cheek pressed against Amos’s thigh, heightening the pleasure of the moment.

“Give it to me, Mikeal. Fill me up. Complete me. Make me yours.”

His grip on my wrists tightens to the point of pain. One of his hands lets go to slap my ass and I bite down on Amos’s thigh to avoid screaming.

Amos doesn’t mind, instead he begins running his fingers through my hair, trying to offer me comfort.

The contrast from before ignites something deep within me and I know that tonight is just the very beginning.

I love them. They love me. They own me. We were inevitable.

And I like it.

I let go, letting another orgasm crash over me.

Mikeal thrusts into me a few more times before shouting out with his own release.

I’m completely spent. Exhausted by the activities and the drop in adrenaline.

Somehow, I’m covered up before I’m lifted into strong arms. Two sets of lips are kissing each side of my head as I drift in and out of consciousness.

“What now, brother?”

“Whatever the fuck we want. She’s ours. Both of ours. No one is going to stop it now.”