13. Marlowe

Chapter 13

Marlowe

One Month Later

I ’ve fallen into this little routine we’ve developed, the twins and I. The days blur all together, and more often than not, I don’t know what day of the week it is. Today marks one month since they killed my family and kidnapped me. I thought they would let me have my own room by now, but that hope was quickly shattered.

Initially, they alternated nights. One night I would sleep with Wilder and the next with Ollie. This continued for about a week. But then, everything changed. On that fateful night, I found myself in Ollie’s room, peacefully sleeping. The door creaked open, and the mattress dipped behind me. It was Wilder, his muscular arms enveloping me. As if Ollie could sense his brother’s presence, he shifted in his sleep, throwing his leg over mine and rolling into my chest.

At that moment, I realized they weren’t lying about needing me. It was a strange realization, being trapped between these two men who had caused me so much pain, yet finding comfort in their proximity. They created a little Marlowe sandwich as they slept. It was both unsettling and oddly fulfilling, knowing that I was fulfilling some purpose for them.

Before I came into the picture, all they had was each other. They relied on each other for human connection and love. I don’t think they ever crossed any lines but the thought plays at the back of my mind. They share me willingly and when we all have sex, they don’t shy away from seeing each other. More often than not, sex is a group activity. In the past month, I can only count five times I have had sex with only one of them at a time.

Fear still grips me, the constant worry they’ll hurt me again at some point. But for now, I am giving them whatever it is they are seeking. It’s a twisted sense of satisfaction, being needed in this way. I can’t help but acknowledge the messed up state of my mind. Marlowe, your head is fucked.

As the twins come downstairs, their faces light up with excitement at the sight of me preparing breakfast for them. It’s a slight gesture, but it brings them so much joy. And in a way, it brings me joy too. I stayed, despite being forced into this life.

I could have tried to run again. But, here I am.

What other options do I have? With my family dead and my future shattered, I have no means to pay for school or even make it out to California. This life, as unexpected as it may be, is now my reality. Surprisingly, the twins have been nothing short of gentlemen, going above and beyond to provide for me.

They have bought me everything I have asked for, supporting me in ways I never thought possible. It’s as if they’re trying to atone for the burden they caused me. And while it may be unconventional, I have found solace in their kindness.

I stir the grits and flip the shrimp in the pan. A sense of gratitude washes over me. Despite the hardships I’ve endured, I have found a glimmer of hope in this unexpected family dynamic. The twins may be attempting to make things right for how we ended up together .

So, I embrace this new chapter in my life, accepting the role I have taken on. Despite not choosing this path, I will make the best of it. Maybe, with the twins’ help, I can rebuild my future and discover a new purpose.

Ollie and Wilder sit at the breakfast table as I dish up their bowls with the grits, a pat of butter, and the shrimp. Setting the bowls in front of them, Ollie grabs my hand and kisses my palm, something he has taken to doing daily. I look down at him and give him a soft half-smile before caressing his face. Wilder’s lunch box awaits on the counter for me to pack with my homemade treats for his workday.

Since I joined, the twins have rotated their work shifts at the slaughterhouse to accommodate being home with me. While I fill Wilder’s lunch box with the sandwiches and snacks I prepared, I can’t help but feel a sense of purpose. It may seem like a simple task, but knowing that I am contributing to their day brings me a sense of fulfillment.

“Baby girl, are you gon sit down an’ eat?” Wilder asks as he pauses in his eating. “You need to make sure you eatin’.”

Yes, I need to make sure my body is being nourished. Even though I am young and very fertile, they are worried about not being able to father children because I am not pregnant yet. I cried at the thought initially. These two men want me to carry their babies being only eighteen. Now, it’s strange to think I am coming around to the idea.

Ever since I joined their lives, I have witnessed their unwavering dedication to providing for me. They work tirelessly at the slaughterhouse, enduring grueling hours and demanding physical labor. It’s not an easy job, but they do it without complaint. They have taken on the role of providers, ensuring that I have everything I need.

I often wonder why they feel the need to go above and beyond for me. Is it guilt for the burden they placed upon me? Or perhaps it is their way of expressing gratitude for my presence in their lives. Whatever the reason may be, their kindness has become a source of solace for me .

In this unconventional family dynamic, I have found a glimmer of hope. As the twins finish their breakfast and head off to finish their morning routines, I take a moment to reflect on what life means now.

I’m alive. I am treated well. This could all be so much worse. They could rape you still, forcing you to do things. You’re not chained up or mistreated. I eat good food; I have free rein in the house and when I want to visit Ethan; they take me.

I clean up the breakfast dishes, grateful for the stability and affection that the twins have brought into my life. When Dad married Diane he was all about their relationship, leaving me to raise Ethan by myself. It hurt having to take the place of my mother in my brother’s life, especially when I desperately needed my father’s love.

As I prepare for the day ahead, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Bent over, I rummage through the refrigerator to figure out what we will eat for lunch and dinner tonight. Wilder’s boots thud down the stairs as comes down dressed for work. “Come on now, chére. You know I need me a kiss ta make it t'rough the day.”

I smirk as I close the door and spin around. The little summer dress sashaying as I do. Wilder is the more romantic of the two. Ollie's getting there, but he still has some roughness to him. Wilder, on the other hand, makes me feel beautiful every chance he gets. Wilder’s eyes light up when he looks at me making me feel the the only girl in the world. I grab his lunch box from the counter and saunter over to him.

“You spoil me, chére.” Wilder snakes his hand between my breasts, popping the buttons that cover my breasts from view. “Mmmm,” he groans, taking in the sight of my lace-covered nipples. “How am I gon work knowin’ you is waitin’ for me to come home like this, hmm baby girl?”

“You’re gonna have to just make it through, I suppose.” I giggle.

He takes the lunchbox from my hand, setting it down on the floor with a soft thud, before lifting me up and gently placing me on the island. My nipples harden and a warm sensation stirs deep in my core. It still amazes me that my body reacts to them the way it does. Even when my mind is screaming at me that all of this is wrong, my body betrays me.

Wilder’s hand circles my throat as he places a firm kiss on my lips. His tongue pushes past my lips, stroking mine with dominance. The sound of a throat clearing breaks the moment.

“You gon be late if ya keep dat up. Ya won’t be able ta stop. Not dat I’m sayin’ you should because fuck, watchin’ you two together…” Ollie groans as he adjusts himself. The outline of his thick cock is visible in his sweats. Ollie has that going for him. Ollie’s cock, unlike Wilder’s pierced and almost identical in length, is thick.

It makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

“You wan me, Marlowe?” Ollie smirks, his eyes taking in the reaction of my body. “Hungry for my cock, like da greedy little slut ya are.”

I nod, my tongue darting out to moisten my lips. Wilder’s praise stirs something within me, but it’s Ollie’s relentless degradation that unleashes my feral instincts.

“Well den, you know what ya need to do.”

Wilder helps me down from the island. As if it’s second nature, I drop to my hands and knees and crawl over to Ollie. Ollie sits back on the stairs, spreading his legs wide as I crawl towards him. The anticipation builds in the room, a palpable tension that electrifies the air. I can feel Wilder’s eyes on me, his presence adding to the excitement. As I reach Ollie, I look up at him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and submission.

Without a word, I reach out and undo the drawstring on Ollie’s sweats, tugging them down around his ankles, revealing his throbbing cock. My mouth waters as I take in the sight, my hunger for him growing with every passing second. I lean in, my lips hovering just inches away from him.

Ollie’s hand tangles in my hair, gripping it firmly as he guides me closer. I can feel his power over me, his control asserting itself. Without hesitation, I wrap my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. The taste of him fills my senses, and I surrender myself to the pleasure of pleasuring him.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he moans in a near breathless whisper.

As I work my mouth up and down his length, I can hear Ollie’s moans of satisfaction mingling with Wilder’s low growls of approval. The sound of their pleasure fuels my own, igniting a fire within me that burns with an insatiable hunger. I lose myself in the rhythm, my mouth and tongue expertly exploring every inch of Ollie’s cock.

Time seems to stand still as I continue to pleasure Ollie, my focus solely on him and the intoxicating power dynamic at play. Our desires create a symphony of passion that fills the room, echoing off the walls. I can feel myself getting lost in the moment, surrendering to the primal instincts that drive me.

But as much as I revel in this intense pleasure, a part of me remains conflicted. Deep down, I know that this forbidden love between the twins and me is a dangerous game to be playing. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, a storm that threatens to consume us all. And yet, in this moment, I can’t help but succumb to the intoxicating allure of their dominance and desire.

Behind me, I hear Wilder’s belt buckle unclasp, and his zipper comes down. “I need ta feel her before I go. I can’t wait all dem fuckin’ hours.”

Wilder drops to his knees behind me. My heart races as I feel Wilder’s hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. His hardness presses against me, sending a surge of desire through my body. Ollie’s grip tightens in my hair, guiding me back to his throbbing cock. I take him eagerly, my mouth and tongue working in sync to please him.

The intoxicating sounds of our pleasure fill the room. Every touch, every moan, fuels the fire within me. But amidst the intense pleasure, a nagging feeling of conflict lingers in the back of my mind.

Wilder’s hands move from my hips to the hem of my dress, lifting it and exposing my bare skin. The anticipation builds as his hot breath tickles against my neck. I tremble with need as his fingers tease at my entrance. The moans that escape my lips as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me are embarrassing, the sound of my arousal loud as he finger fucks my pussy.

“I need ya,” he murmurs, his voice filled with urgency. And before I can fully comprehend his words, he enters me with a force that takes my breath away. Pleasure mixes with pain as he fills me completely, and I surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

“You take Wild’s cock so well. Our perfect little slut. Ain’ you?” Ollie tugs at my hair. My eyes find him, and I moan around his cock in response. “I’m gon come down dis pretty throat.”

Wilder ruthlessly continues to slam into me, chasing his orgasm. I’m close to coming myself. The wet, smacking sound coming from behind me as he drives into me has me forgetting about Ollie’s cock in my mouth. With the room fading into the background, our connection takes center stage, its intensity palpable.

“Dat’s it, chére, feel him gettin’ ready to fill that empty cunt of yours. You gon make us a bunch a pretty babies.” I feel Ollie's cock throb in my mouth as he releases himself. Ropes of his salty cum hit the back of my throat and fill my mouth. I gulp all he gives me, eagerly. I know this makes him happy.

“Clean up all of it. None gets wasted,” Ollie commands. I obediently lick him clean as Wilder picks up his pace, the intensity of his thrusting jutting me forward.

“Oh, fuck. Wild, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” I moan as he pulls my hips back.

Wilder let out a low grunt as he stills inside of me. His hand reaches around and his finger finds my clit. A few seconds later, my orgasm explodes around his cock, my walls milking him of every drop of his cum.

Exhausted, I fall forward onto my elbows. I look up at Ollie, who gives me the loving look that I crave from him.

“You did so good, chére, so good.”

And there it is. My heart flutters at his praise. “Thank you,” I whisper. Ollie leans down and places a kiss on my lips. His attention quickly shifts to the clock about the stove, then to his brother.

“Jus tell Beau dat da truck was havin’ trouble dis mornin’.”

Wilder pulls out, pushing my shoulder down so that my ass stays high in the air.

I’ve grown accustomed to having to keep things elevated after they come inside of me. They say it helps. Part of me hopes it happens soon. A baby here to keep me company when they are off doing things would be nice.

Listen to you, already so conformed to the idea of having these monsters children.

Pathetic.