"You think that makes you a good girl?" Dylan's eyes are glued to my hand pumping up and down.
"Who said I'm good?"
Dylan tenses, his grip tightening across my upper thighs. "I bet you'd rather suck cock than do dishes."
"I bet you'd like to find out."
Dylan's body jerks, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Fuck!" The word comes out garbled.
Toby laughs, and it takes a second for me to realize what happened.
Dylan shifts and adjusts his pants.
"What's wrong, am I too much of a dirty little slut for the virgin?"
"Dammit." Toby's cock swells in my grip a split second before ropes of white coat my face.
"Guess I'm too much for both of you."
"You asked for it. This ought to shut you up." Dylan slides three fingers into me.
He's right, all I can do is moan and surrender to the orgasm as fast as possible.
Toby wipes his fingers through the cum on my face then steps behind me.
I'm expecting him to add his fingers with Dylan's but maybe that's not cool since they're brothers.
Dylan slides out of me just when my climax is within reach.
Toby takes over, pumping his cum-covered fingers inside of me.
Dylan says, "I'm only going to let him make you come because I don't think you can take any more."
My snarky comment can't load with the way Toby's working his fingers on my G-spot.
Surrendering to them, I fall apart. Fully trusting. Fully sated. Fully with the men I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Wave after wave of release leaves me limp on Dylan's shoulder. Looks like the Christmas Cherry Auction worked its magic after all.
Toby's drenched hand eventually slides down to my thigh, and Dylan cuddles me to his chest. They hold me like that for seconds… minutes… hours… I don't know. And I don't care. I'm too blissed out for anything to matter.
Dylan says, "I love you, Nikki. Or would you rather we call you Molly?
"Princess is nice," I say sleepily.
Toby's chuckle vibrates against my chest. "I love you, Princess."
"I love both of you, too."
We stay that way for a while longer before Dylan makes sure I'm steady on my feet. He playfully slaps my ass. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"We'll find out the next time the dishes need to be done." I walk away.
In the bathroom, I face the mirror. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I'm the luckiest girl of all."
Except for the amnesia and the evil stepmother. Maybe I don’t want all of my memories back. I’ll stick with my stepbrothers and my diary for now.
I lower my gaze to my belly. Just how much magic did the Christmas Cherry Auction work?
