His blue eyes opened, glimmering in the torchlight, “You understand sweetie?”
But she didn’t. She really, really didn’t. Maybe it was just sleep still clogging her mind, or maybe it was just that what he was saying was so outlandish she didn’t want to believe, but she felt her brother and father’s hands on her body and shuddered at the implications that came to mind.
“Is this a dream?”
“In a way, yes,” her father assured her, caressing her cheek. “You’ve always liked the boys, haven’t you Angel?” His words came with a wry smile. “Well… now you get to have them all. No picking and choosing. No squabbling. You get to have all the men on the island to yourself, and we’ll pamper and love you. Worship and adore you.”
Her brother was less sure of himself, but he nodded. “Yeah, sis. I know it’s strange, but… I always did like you. A-and think you were pretty. I… I’d like to be your boyfriend. I mean… one of ‘em,” he offered pitifully with a sheepish laugh.
“Doesn’t that sound nice, Angel face?” her father said with a warm smile. “Two strapping men. All yours. Awful nice deal, isn't it?” he said, his free hand touching upon her thigh, stroking the bare skin, his thumb rubbing the soft, inner flesh lightly.
Angel’s head spun as she tried to pick apart the words, to understand what was happening, but it was so far from reality. Surely this had to be some unnatural dream, a weird product of what happened earlier.
She wriggled a bit beneath them, trying to free herself from their touches, their soft yet restraining caresses. “This isn’t right,” she murmured, looking around as if for some confirmation of her words.
Both of her father’s hands slid down her body, one brushing against her generous bust before they met at her shorts, undoing them and tugging them down over her legs.
“It’s the only way, sweetie,” he told her as he drew off the garment from her squirming, shapely legs before pressing them back down to either side of himself. “Two grown men can’t live with a beauty like you forever and not act on it. So we’re gonna do it right, and treat you like queen of this island. After tonight, all you survey is yours. All the men are your subjects,” he said before his strong hand touched over her bikini bottom, pressing to her cunny through the garment.
Her brother leaned in and kissed the side of her head, near her ear. “I’m sorry about earlier today, sis… I was just so… so desperate for you," he admitted in a breathy voice, "I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
It had to be a dream. Rob had never been that nice to her, never before. Never had he apologized, and how had her father gotten her shorts off so smoothly? So easily? It was all happening in such a rapid, surreal manner, and she bit down on her lip to wake herself up.
That’s how someone wakes from a dream, right? Sharp pain?
So then why were their hands still on her? Why could she feel the heated breath invading her space, the hardened bodies pressing into her?
And most jarring of all, why was her pussy throbbing with such heat?
“This is wrong,” she repeated, but it was breathier. Less certain. More tempted.
Her father was looming over her, his hard, rugged body gleaming in the torchlight as he reached down beneath his hard abs and undid his shorts. She watched as that little blonde treasure trail led down to a tuft of pubic hair and then… his cock sprung out.
Her father bore such a thick slab of hard, throbbing meat, she could make out the jutting veins distinctly even in the dim light. The way they ran along his length and stood out so prominently before reaching his foreskin and the bulging crown that slickly squeezed out from it.
“C’mon Angel,” he growled to her in his deep, dark voice, stroking her inner thighs up towards her mound where he tugged her thong bikini aside. “We need each other real bad right now.”
She was shocked into silence, into stillness, and her breath caught in her throat. Her lips fell apart and her eyes widened in shock as his masculine scent reached her nose. This wasn’t right. She knew it, he knew it, and Rob knew it. They were family, for fuck's sake.
So why could she not resist squirming, staring at the heavy member between her step-father’s legs?
Her brother Rob leaned in, brushing her dirty blonde hair to the side as he nuzzled her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck, sending a ripple of unbidden sensation down her sides. His voice a gentle rasp in her ear, “Me and dad have been dyin’, sis. We really need you,” he urged, his hands sliding around her shoulders to tug the cups of her top away from those hefty tits.
All while her father leaned over her and pressed the tip of his shaft to her waiting cunny l
ips. “We love you, sweetie,” he said, his broad chest heaving as he nudged against her opening, easing his thick cock into her slowly.
It was all happening so fast! Her head spun and she could barely see straight any longer. The flood of sensations threatened to drown her, new and horrifying and thrilling all at once, and her mind was reeling with the rush of thoughts.
She wanted to fight them off, to tell them to go to sleep, but her mouth was filled with cotton and her body felt too heavy to move.
Angel gasped and almost choked on a breath, trembling beneath the only two people left in her life.
Her father grunted and groaned as he pushed his thick organ into her, the foreskin peeling back from his crown as he throbbed deep inside her. His wide, strong hands grasping her thighs as he slid his girth right up into her to her utmost depths.
He was a big man, in every respect, and he stretched her slick vaginal walls open wide as he entered deep within her. “Fuck baby,” he groaned aloud in his deep, gravelly voice. “You’re so tight… why’d you have to run off earlier?”
Though before she could even think of an answer her brother was suckling her earlobe then murmuring into her ear. “I couldn’t get my dick to go down even after jerking off, sis. I just... I needed more of you.”