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“Laura, you sit on Cameron, facing me,” Donnie instructs.
Wow. That would be a new position for me, but I’m interested to try it. The size of Cameron’s cock is daunting, though.
As though seeing my hesitation, Cameron smiles. “Casey will help you.”
Casey takes my hand and leads me to his brother, giving me support while I settle myself into Cameron’s lap. The head of his cock is so wide but I’m so wet and open from all the previous sex that it doesn’t take a lot for me to slide down on him. God, the stretch is amazing.
“Fuck,” Cameron mutters as I bring my feet up to rest on the edge of the sofa, spreading myself open. I look down to see where we are joined at it looks so explicit that I almost come. Across the room, Donnie is slumped on a chair with the pad on his knee, sketching fast. Casey knees in front of the sofa, his fingers finding my clit.
Cameron’s hands clasp my sides, helping to ease me up and down as Casey teases my pussy. The feeling of so many hands and so many eyes on me sends me into a frenzy. I’m desperate to come. Desperate to let go of all of this tension. I look down at Casey and he grins at me. “That’s it, girl. That’s perfect. Just keep moving like that and we’ll make you come.”
His finger strokes through my labia, slipping around the outside of my clit, teasing until I’m almost ready to shout at him for it. Then he leans in and licks and I’m finished.
“Fuuckk.” My voice is strained, my back arched as Cameron keeps me moving through my orgasm. I’ve no control over my legs now. I’m just a rung out rag doll being used by the man beneath me. His cock swells and it’s sweet torture to my engorged pussy. I can feel him getting closer; his fingers digging into my flesh harder and his movements more demanding. Then he lifts me off his cock and tugs my body against his. His chest is heaving against my back, skin hot and deliciously sweaty. He groans deeply, and when I look between my legs, his cock is dripping with his come. Fuck, that is sexy as hell.
Casey stands, and sits next to his brother. “You gonna come sit on my knee too?” he asks.
I don’t think that Cameron is going to let me go because his grip is so fierce but after a few seconds he releases me to scramble over to Casey. This time I sit facing the twin I’m going to fuck. His eyes are wickedly bright, as though the devil has taken root inside him, driving him to do these things that are so forbidden. His fingers probe between my legs finding me slippery wet. He takes his cock by the root and runs the slick head of it over my clit and between my labia, teasing at my entrance but never pushing inside. I lean down to kiss his mouth and relish the slip of his tongue over mine. When he’s teased me until I’m trembling, he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his cock, stretching me open again. He’s so deep inside me that I can grind my clit against him with every roll of my hips. Cameron’s hand comes out to stroke my nipple, worrying it between his thumb and forefinger so that my head drops back with the sensation.
I’m lost in what we’re doing. A different woman from the girl who came to this house a few days ago. The pleasure of being with these amazing men has transformed me and it’s glorious. I let go of all my worries, all my inhibitions and ride Casey like he’s the last man in the world. Gripping the back of the sofa, I lean into him, resting my face against his neck and inhaling his scent. He smells so good; like the ocean on a summers day. His hand comes up to grip my hair, the other hand tugging my hips against him in a punishing rhythm. I want to let go again but I don’t think I can. My body is rung out, my mind frazzled from what’s come before.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Casey groans in my ear. “Your pussy feels so damn good.”
“Mmm…” I moan, his words sending shivers through my body.
Cameron’s hand’s slide down my back, cupping my ass and gripping hard. “That’s it, Laura. Fuck my brother. Make him come in that tight, wet pussy.”
I move faster, grinding harder, rolling my hips until I’m a panting, sweaty mess of a girl.
“Shit,” Casey gasps, his grip in my hair tightening so that I have to arch my back. There’s a second where I think he’s going to come inside me, his cock swelling and pulsing with arousal, but then he lifts me and tugs me against his body, just as his twin did, groaning with his orgasm.
Damn.
That. Was. Hot.
“Fuck,” Donnie mutters from the other side of the room.
“You get all that?” Cameron laughs. “Or was doll-face here moving too fast for your pencil.”
“I’m good with moving objects,” Donnie says smiling. “It adds to the dynamics of the composition.”
“Glad we added to your dynamics,” Casey laughs, kissing my cheek and patting my ass. “Fuck Laura, that was something else.”
I blush, closing my eyes and letting Casey and Cameron stroke and pet me while I catch my breath. We’re chatting and laughing when there’s a sound from outside the room. Casey pulls me against him protectively, just as the door handle begins to turn. Donnie leaps up but there isn’t time to stop whoever is entering the room while we’re in such a compromising position.
I don’t recognize this man. He’s wearing similar smart clothes to the other staff I’ve seen so I assume he’s employed by the family.
“Mr. McGregor,” he says, as Donnie finally gets in front of him and grabs the door, trying to force it back.
“This isn’t a good time, Brian,” he says. “You should have knocked.”
“I did, Sir. Maybe you didn’t hear,” Brian says.
Cameron throws a blanket over us all, but I’m still straddling Casey and our clothes are strewn all over the place. Brian tilts his head to the side and our eyes meet, his mouth turning into a grin. There’s something horrible about him. Something slimy. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not his slicked back, black hair or his slightly crooked nose, it’s his demeanor and the fact that Donnie seems not to trust him.
I look away, pretending I’m somewhere else, clutching on to Casey.
Brian backs out of the door, in part because Donnie is using his body as a way to usher him out. “You’ll have to come back later,” Donnie says.
“Of course, Sir.”
The click of the door and the slide of lock let me know it’s okay to move.
“Shit,” Cameron says. “That asshole shouldn’t be bursting into our private rooms like that. I’ll speak to Dad about it.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Donnie says. “Brian’s been with us for years. I’m sorry about that, Laura. I wasn’t expecting anyone. It’s usually so quiet up here.”
“Just my luck,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I think we should all get dressed,” Casey says.
“Yeah. I need to get dinner,” Donnie says.
As though it’s heard mention of food, my stomach rumbles noisily.
“Think you better take Laura, too,” Casey laughs. “Her belly is definitely not happy,”
I stand up, taking the blanket with me. Cameron and Casey are both naked on the sofa, opposite hands cupping their almost identical cocks. It’s an image that will keep me warm on my coldest future nights and one that makes me blush despite what we’ve all just done together.
I find my top first and tug that over my head. My panties are tangled up so I have to work them free from my leggings. I can hear Donnie cleaning his brushes and the twins getting dressed too. When I’m decent, I take a look at what he’s painted and sketched.
Wow.
The canvas is stunning. I was not expecting what he’s produced and can totally see what Casey and Cameron were saying. It’s not just art. There’s something primal and sexual about it. The way he’s used red and orange and the undulation of the fabric. He’s painted my labia in so much detail that I blush.
“It’s…very…”
“I know,” Donnie says. “Not my usual style but I have to go where my brush takes me. Sometimes it’s to places I wasn’t expecting.”
“Can you sell this kind of art?” I ask. “Surely no one is com
fortable having such explicit pieces hanging in their home or office.”
“You’d be surprised. There’s a real market for sexualized art, especially among rich, over fifties men.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me.”
Donnie shakes his head. “But I’m not going to sell it.”
“Why?” I ask feeling more than a little relieved that this will remain in his private collection.
“Because it’s you. I just don’t like the idea of someone else looking at you like that.”
I smile and put my arms around him.
“You’re a very sweet man,” I tell him. He hugs me back, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re a very sweet woman,” he says.
“Not so sweet,” I say. “Sweet is more innocent than me.”
Donnie raises his eyebrows. “Sweetness and innocence don’t necessarily go hand in hand.”
I’m not sure I agree but I smile anyway and step away so that I don’t get drawn into more of this discussion. The sketch pad is propped against the wall and I pick it up and turn it to see what he’s captured. Holy hell. The page is filled with small representations of me, Cameron and Casey in various positions. They are rough but very clear and beautifully detailed in parts. I get an urge to tear the page away from the pad and fold it. These feel more invasive than the painting somehow. That was just my physical form but this. . .this is all about my actions. These show a woman very different from the one I always believed myself to be.
“I’ll keep those to myself too,” Donnie says.
“Please. I just. . .it’s not something I’d want to leave this house.”
“Let’s see.” Cameron ambles across the room, now fully clothed and gloriously sexy. The thought that I’ve just had him inside me flushes my cheeks.
“Fuck, Donnie,” he says. “You better keep those to yourself. Dad would have a shit fit.”
Casey’s next to his brother and whistles lowly. “Those are…”
“Explicit,” I say.
“Fucking sexy,” he laughs. “I think I need to keep this. Especially after the last painting we had a row about.”
“Are you still going on about that shit?” Donnie grumbles. “I didn’t want to fuck your girlfriend.”
“I know that. You just should have asked before you sketched her with her legs open.”
Donnie sighs. “You know that I get carried away.”
“Enough.” Cameron slaps both his brothers on the back. “No point in dwelling in the past when we have the present to enjoy.” He throws his arm around my shoulder and tugs me against his chest, planting an enthusiastic kiss on the top of my head. “And we need to go,” he says to his twin. “We have to sort out the trucks for tomorrow.”
Casey turns and strokes my hair, kissing my lips gently. “Dad was right,” he said. “I really think that we can make this work.”
“Me, too,” Cameron says.
“Me three,” Donnie agrees. I blush, and they laugh. “You’re blushing now, after all that kinky sex.”
I cover my cheeks. “I just. . .it’s a lot to take in.”
“There’s no hurry,” Casey says. “You take your time, and we’ll be here any time you feel ready to have us again.”
The corridor is empty as we head to eat. The twins say goodbye at the foot of the stairs and then it’s just me and Donnie. I think we’re going to a dining room but turns out that it’s not a big family dinner evening. Donnie takes me through to a more relaxed room that reminds me a bit of a sports bar. There’s a long wooden table but it’s rustic and chunky. The chairs have plaid cushions and the walls are wood paneled. There’s a large TV on the wall and there’s only one other person in the room.
Aaron.
My least favorite brother, I think, then immediately feel guilty. It’s not in my nature to be judgmental, unless someone has really proven themselves to be bad and Aaron hasn’t yet.
He’s eating a burger and turns when he hears the door.
“Hey,” he says. “I hate eating alone. Don’t know where everyone else is.”
“It’s late. You know those guys always stuff their faces as soon as they can.”
“Yeah. And Dad’s dragged Ford and some of the others to look at a potential new site.”
Donnie pulls up a chair across from Aaron and slumps down. I choose one next to him and take a seat, too. A guy dressed in slacks, a white shirt, and waistcoat enters the room.
“Hey, Brandon,” Donnie says. “I’ll take a burger, too. Is that okay with you, Laura?” It looks totally delicious so I nod.
“Can I have salad instead of fries, though?”
Brandon nods. “And drinks.”
“Water for me,” Donnie says.
I agree and just like that, Brandon disappears.
“How did he know we were here?” I ask.
“There’s a sensor on the door that buzzes the kitchen.”
“Wow.” I seriously don’t think I’ll ever get used to this new way of living, although I have to say that I’m completely sold on the no cooking and cleaning up for now.
“So,” Aaron says, resting his half eaten burger on the plate and patting his mouth clean. “How did you enjoy the cabin?”
His eyes sparkle as though he knows exactly how much I enjoyed my stay with Ford, Donnie, and his twin. I’m just pondering on whether Antony seems like the kind to kiss and tell when Donnie laughs.
“You’re just pissed that Antony beat you to it.”
Aaron’s cheeks pink and I put up my hand to object.
“It’s not a frickin’ race,” I say. “How many times am I going to have to say that?”
“Probably a lot of times,” Donnie says. “Ten brothers means ten times the competitiveness.”
“Well, you guys just need to get over yourselves,” I say.
I watch as Aaron’s eyes flash, getting the distinct feeling that he likes a bit of sass but only in so much as he’d like to crush it out of me. Just like his father, I’m assuming.
“Or maybe you need to get used to it,” he says, confirming my suspicions.
“I don’t think so,” I say. “As I said to your brothers, bickering is not sexy.”
Aaron grins. “Yeah, I heard you popped Blake’s cherry. Well done you.”
Ugh. That is one horrible description for what was actually some seriously intense and caring sex. I’m don’t take kindly to being likened to a dirty man only interested in taking someone’s virginity.
Donnie looks at me with interest, making it obvious he hadn’t heard yet. Seems Aaron is number one in the gossip brigade.
“Kissing and telling is as childish as bickering. I thought gossiping was reserved for old women.”
There’s a bang behind me and Brandon is there with a large tray holding our food. The waft of grilled meat fills the room. I’ve really worked up an appetite.
Aaron’s almost glaring at me now and I struggle to hold down my glee. There is something really satisfying about poking the bear! He wipes his hands on his napkin and throws it on the table. “I’m sorry you feel that way,” he says.
“Are you?” I ask, picking a chip off Donnie’s plate and popping it into my mouth. Donnie is watching our conversation like a game of table tennis, head switching back and forth, expression amused.
“Not really,” Aaron says. “I’m just fascinated how against all this you were initially but how fast my brothers seem to be bringing you around.”
“Some faster than others,” I say, taking a big bite of my burger. I know there is relish at the corner of my mouth but I decide not to rush to wipe it. Aaron eyes it with annoyance. He’s always so pristine so my lack of care about it is probably driving him mad. At least, I hope it is.
“Yes,” he says slowly.
“And you’re making a very big assumption, Aaron,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms, the classic defensive move. “And what assumption would that be?”
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sp; “That any of my actions have anything to do with your father’s ridiculous plan.”
I can see he wasn’t expecting that at all. It’s as though they have some kind of wall chart and are counting themselves down until they hit ten and its Christmas. What they haven’t considered is that although I find myself liking more of them enough to get intimate, I’m still completely uncertain about where it’s all going to lead. Especially as Aaron seems to be impossible to like and me accepting only nine would not suit Roderick at all. It’s ten or nothing and smug-pants over there doesn’t seem to realize that it’s his arrogance that might fuck it all up for everyone.
“Oh, so you’re just passing the time, working through my family.” His eyes are filled with challenge and his words definitely rile me. I’d rather they didn’t. I wish I had a tough skin or was more sure of myself and my own actions.
“Aaron,” Donnie says in a warning tone. “I don’t think this is helping any.”
Aaron glances at his brother, a flicker of understanding passing over his face. He turns to his burger and his nostrils flare.
“I think I’m done here,” he says, moving to stand. “Enjoy your food.”
And with that he leaves the room.
Donnie turns to me and shrugs. “I love my brothers but some of them are easier to get on with than others.”
“I know what you mean,” I say. “Aaron doesn’t seem to like me at all.”
Donnie stuffs a chip in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s that. In fact, I think it might just be the opposite.”
I frown, putting my fork down. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how at school, sometimes boys are mean to girls.”
“Yeah. That was the story of my life.”
“Well, some of the time it’s because they like them and want to be friends but just don’t know how.”
I shake my head. “You’re excusing the pigtail pulling, Donnie? The thing is Aaron isn’t a kid and I don’t have pigtails.”
“But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”
“This is so stupid and juvenile,” I say. “Society needs to get over excusing men for being mean to women with this shit.”