14. Ollie

Chapter 14

Ollie

W ilder and I both have the day off today. We take Marlowe out for a walk around the property, showing her all the nice hidden nature spots. Wilder carries food in his backpack for lunch, while I have "other" items for fun.

We find a pleasant spot near the outskirts of the river. Wilder unpacks the food and sets up a nice little picnic for us. Marlowe looks out at the water, her eyes narrow at every bubble that hits the surface. I smirk, knowing she is worried about gators again.

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back to my chest. “Nothin’ gon hurt ya wid us around, chére.”

Marlowe’s worry about alligators seems to fade away. She relaxes into my embrace, her hand resting on top of mine. “You’ve been so nice to me lately. Thank you, Ollie.” Her words of gratitude catch me off guard, and I can’t help but feel a warmth spread through me.

But I can’t let her misunderstand my quiet nature. I lean in closer, whispering in her ear, “You see, chére, bein’ quiet don' mean I’m always nice. Sometimes, it’s da quiet ones who hold da darkest secrets an’ hide da wildest desires. We unpredictable, but once we have someone in our grasp, dey ours forever.”

I hope my words don’t scare her, but I want to be honest with her. Today, as we explore the hidden spots on the property, I want to see if she truly understands what she’s getting into. If she’s willing to embrace the darkness that lies within us.

Marlowe looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. But instead of fear, I see a spark of curiosity and acceptance. She’s not running away; she’s willing to explore this side of us.

With a mischievous smile, I tighten my hold on her and whisper, “Get ready, chére. Today, we gon show you just how wild an’ untamed we can be.”

She takes a bite out of her sandwich and looks between Wilder and I, her eyes narrow. “What do you two have planned?”

“Finish up eatin’, baby girl. You gon need your strength for what we got planned.” Wilder says licking the juice from the orange that drips down his hand.

After we clean up our mess and pack everything away, I bring my attention back to Marlowe. “Alright, chére. You gon run again, an’ we gon chase ya. We be much further from da house now, but,” I turn her toward the direction of the house. “You make it back to da house and we’ll go easy on ya. If not, we gon use you da way we want to. Deal?”

“Deal.” Not a moment of hesitation.

“Run, baby girl. Run fast.” Wilder says.

As Marlowe disappears into the dense woods, a mischievous grin spreads across my face. “We not gon let her win dis time, Wild,” I say to my brother. “Let’s have a lil’ fun before she wid child.” We exchange a knowing look and set off after her, our footsteps echoing through the quiet forest .

The thrill of the chase fills the air as we navigate through the twisted trees and overgrown bushes. Branches whip against our faces, but we push forward, determined to catch Marlowe. The adrenaline courses through my veins, awakening the primal monster inside of me. The monster that’s yearning to cut into her delicate skin, to mark her, and make her bleed just for me.

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of her ahead of us; her figure darting between the shadows. She’s quick, but we’re relentless. We close in on her, our laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves beneath our feet. Marlowe glances back, her eyes giving off a hint of fear and excitement.

She ain't afraid of us.

She should be.

With a burst of energy, Marlowe sprints towards the house, her shoes struggling to find traction on the uneven terrain. We pick up our pace, closing the distance between us. The anticipation builds as we approach the threshold of the house, the finish line of our game.

We catch up to her as Marlowe reaches the steps of the house, gasping for breath. We surround her, our triumphant smiles revealing our victory. “Well, chére,” I say, my voice laced with mischief. “You didn’t quite make it. Now you all ours.”

Marlowe’s chest heaves as she tries to regain her breath. “I’m already all yours. You both do with me as you please. So,” she pants heavily. “What could you possibly want to do?”

“Jus you wait,” Wilder says, a deep look of hunger in his eyes. He bends down and tosses her over his shoulder, and we make our way back to the edge of the forest. “We gon take you ta our favorite place ta be when we was young'uns.”

Our fort, where we used to run away to when things got to be too much. I set the backpack down on a tree stump and unpack. Ropes, lube, a first aid kit, and a sterile knife. Wilder sets Marlowe down and her eyes fall on the pile of stuff.

“Mmm, da t’ings we gon do to ya, baby girl. I can’t wait to see your pretty cunt wrapped ‘round my cock.” Wilder leans in and kisses her neck, and Marlowe melts into him. “You gon be a good girl for us?”

“Yes, I’ll be so good for you.” She whimpers in his arms.

I grab the rope and stand in front of her. “Hold out your wrists.”

Marlowe obediently holds out her wrists, anticipation and surrender clear in her eyes. I expertly bind her wrists with the rope, ensuring it is secure, but not too tight. The atmosphere is thick with desire and the pulsatin’ energy of our little game.

As I secure her wrists, Wilder’s hands roam over Marlowe’s body, teasing and tantalizing her. His touch ignites a fire within her, and she moans softly, her desire matching ours. I step back, admiring the sight before me, the vulnerability and trust shining in Marlowe’s eyes.

“Now, my lil slut,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “You gon experience pleasure like you never known before. Not widout pain, dough.” I reach for the knife and pull her toward the fort. I throw the rope over an old pulley, and Wilder hoists her up, tying the rope to a stake in the ground.

“Now, Wilder is gon eat your pussy until you screamin’ our names. I’m gonna give ya a little somethin’ to let da world know who you belong ta. You know who you belong to, don’t cha?”

“You, Oliver, and Wilder Broussard.” Her words were resolute .

She is ours. Ours to mark. Ours to fuck and breed. She’s ours to love and care for.

Wilder pulls her up and drapes her legs around his shoulders. He wastes no time in burying his face in her cunt. Tasting her. Wilder has her moaning his name as his tongue teases her clit. She is lost in the pleasure, so I start what needs to be done. I remove the knife from the sheath; the blade glintin’ in the sunlight.

The tip digs into the meaty flesh of her hip as I drag it down. She cries out in pain, but Wilder pulls her attention back to him. Blood drips down the blade of the knife and my wrist then down to my hand. She flinches as I finish the first letter.

“Chére, you gon have ta stay still. I have ta mark ya. How else is everyone gon know dat you ours?” I lean forward and place a kiss on the letter W, for Wilder, that is now carved into her flesh. I lick the blood from my lips and even the taste of her blood turns me on. I can’t get enough of this girl.

She cries as I begin the second letter on her other hip. An O, for Ollie. “Cry for me, baby girl.” I use the pet name Wilder gave her.

Once finished, I lick the blood from the O and place kisses all over her. Marlowe struggles and the wet slurping sounds coming from Wilder have my cock itching to burst out of my pants.

Marlowe screams our names as she comes on Wilder’s tongue. “You taste so good, chére. You need ta taste her, Ollie.” Wilder dives back into her pussy, then pulls back, grabs me by my collar, and tilts my head back. He spits her release into my open mouth.

Fuck, dis girl is the most delicious kinda poison. She a drug dat we be addicted to, an’ one we never gon give up.

I reach for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into my hand. With deliberate movements, I spread the slick substance over Marlowe’s back hole and all over her pussy, relishing in the way her skin glistens and her breathing quickens.

Wilder takes a step back, his eyes locked with mine, as we both take in the beauty before us. Marlowe’s body is a canvas, waiting to be painted with pleasure and ecstasy. We exchange a silent understanding, knowing exactly what needs to be done.

He lowers her body into my arms, and I reach between us, freeing my cock from my pants. I slide into her pussy and thrust. My eyes roll back at the feel of her warm, wet cunt surroundin’ me.

Wilder, unable to contain himself any longer, joins in, his hands exploring every inch of Marlowe’s body. Together, we worship her. Marlowe gasps as Wilder pushes his cock into her ass, and I can feel him inside her. Marlowe surrenders completely, giving herself to us in body and soul, trusting us with her body.

As the intensity of our actions increases, Marlowe’s cries of pain turn into moans of pleasure. Her body responds eagerly to our touch, her hips moving in sync with our rhythm. The trees echo with the sounds of our desires merging; the wet slapping of skin against skin, and the intoxicating scent of sex permeates the air.

Every thrust, every touch, is an affirmation of our connection with Marlowe. She consumes us, and she willingly surrenders herself to us, her pleasure becoming our purpose. The boundaries between pain and pleasure blur, and we find solace in the raw, uninhibited passion that binds us together.

Our movements become more urgent, more desperate. Wilder and I chase our release as Marlowe’s body trembles between us, her moans growing louder with every stroke. Marlowe comes first. Her orgasm has her clenching around both of our cocks inside of her. I smash my lips into her as I thrust once more, emptying myself inside of her. Wilder comes with a roar that reverberates off the trees.

In the aftermath, we hold on to each other, our bodies intertwined, basking in the aftermath. Marlowe, marked with our love and desire, lays her head peacefully on my chest, her breaths coming in gentle waves.

We are bound by a forbidden connection, a love that defies societal norms.