“Come on, Chance,” she pouts, arching her back. “It’s time, baby. I think we have waited long enough, don’t you?”
“Way too long, really,” Jack comments, dipping his head to suck on the corner of her neck.
She moans and pushes up on her toes, reaching back to clasp his arm for balance.
“Chance… You know this is good. It’s going to be so good. Come here, big brother. Come here and kiss your little sister.”
At her command, I have no choice but to obey. My last objection falls away, melting under the intense heat of her gaze.
The combination of right and wrong, the confusion of knowing just how fucked up this all is, combined with how goddamn hot she is, it’s overwhelming. I can’t hold back anymore.
Chapter 15
Chelsea
Chance is looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. I push up higher on my toes, swaying my hips gently back and forth, watching the way his eyes track the movement. Jack holds me from behind and continues to tease my sensitive nipples as he bounces his erection against my ass.
This is it. It is finally happening. This is the last few moments of waiting while electricity sings through my body. This sweet pain. This agony of longing when my pussy is so full with wanting that I feel like I am on the verge of coming all the time… It’s almost over.
I see the moment when he makes up his mind. His eyes snap up to meet mine, clear and resolute. He clenches his jaw, his upper lip curling in a snarl.
“Come here,” he growls.
He ducks down, angling his shoulder against my weight so that he can hoist me over his back and carry me to the other side of the room. I let out a whoop of surprise and delight, catching Jack’s eye before I am falling, gently falling back to earth in the middle of the tumbling mats in front of the mirrors.
I have never watched myself naked before, and it’s mesmerizing and freaky at the same time to see my stepbrothers pulling my clothes off from either end. Jack kneels next to my head, angling my arms up to snatch my crop top off. Chance kneels by my hips to wriggle my shorts over my hips.
It’s a strange image: the three of us together, me in the middle like some kind of hieroglyphic queen with my consorts on either end, executing the required ritual to undress me.
And for a moment, I’m blinded. When Chance lifts my hips to bury his face between my legs, my eyes roll back in my head. I can’t see. The sensation explodes in my mind, blotting out everything else. But I can feel Jack straddling my shoulders, angling his hard cock toward my open lips while all the blood rushes to my head.
I really want to see, so I force myself to open my eyes at least a little bit. I want to see what this looks like.
I’m not disappointed. It’s an illustration from the Kama Sutra, to be sure. My head on the floor, my hips in the air with my knees locked over Chance’s shoulders. His head buried in my pussy, moving up and down as he batters me with his tongue. Jack kneeling at my shoulders, his long, thick cock curving only slightly before it breaches my mouth.
“Open your mouth for me,” he instructs me.
Obediently I open my lips, sticking out my tongue. He fists himself a few times and slides that thick, velvety head over my lower lip and tongue, groaning desperately.
It is almost too much to process. So much is happening all over my body, all at once. I already want to come, but I don’t want to black out. I have to stay above the sensations, remember how to mechanically handle Jack’s cock while Chance slurps my pussy so hard that all I want to do is let go and come on his face.
“Yeah, just suck the head,” Jack grunts, circling his hips with a restrained motion so he doesn’t get too deep too fast.
I force myself to submit, not to tense up, not to overthink it and risk biting him or jerking away from Chance. It takes a huge amount of will to force myself to simply be their toy. Their vessel, shared between them.
And yet, it is liberating. It is insanely hot. Chance’s tongue spears my hole, fucking me with smooth, tempting motions. I groan and wiggle against him, wanting more. I need him to know that I want so much more.
And he knows. They both do. As though some kind of signal went off, we shift positions. Jack leans forward so that I have to tip my head back to take more of his cock, while Chance lowers my hips to the floor. He nudges my ankles behind him so I can cross my feet behind his back.
It’s happening. I know it’s happening now.
Slowing down, Jack begins to thrust straight into my mouth, sliding halfway up my tongue, then back out almost entirely. At the same time, Chance angles his cock against my pussy. I sneak a look in the mirror, amazed to watch them both. Like twin gods, muscles flexing, arms rippling as they jerk themselves slowly at my openings. I am just enough for both of them. I’m ready. So ready and wanting.
Chance’s fingers grip my hip, pulling me toward him. He flexes his abs as his body curls forward. I can see it in the mirror even as I can feel it stretching the opening of my pussy. It’s so big, it’s like I’ve never had a cock before.
“You know what to do, baby,” Jack coaches me. “Just like that. Just a little at a time.”
His cock fills my mouth, then retreats. I feel Chance stretching my hole, then retreating. They synchronize their thrusts, with Jack going deeper. Somehow that encourages me to loosen up. I want to balance the penetration. I want to get them both