Every drag of my own breath leaving my lungs in tattered pants.
Every trickle of cum now running free down my thighs. And there is so much. Clenching isn’t stopping the escape. I thought panties would, but they’re in Nicolas’s pocket. And his seed is in my body alongside Dominic’s.
I struggle, trying to understand my own rationality in this situation. I know I put up zero fight in both events. I willingly let them use me as their incubator while begging them to do so. I don’t know what that says about me or how I’m supposed to go on from here, but I’m standing between them. A tiny thing at the center of their silent conversation.
They tower over me. This close, I reach their collarbones. My head is tilted as I wait for my punishment.
“What happened to control?” Dominic says, eyebrow raised, peering up into Nicolas’s rigid expression.
“Dom…”
I watch, helplessly drawn as Dominic reaches down Nicolas’s pants and pulls him free. He’s still slick around the head and Dominic works it down the shaft, coating him in my release.
“Your parents are about to come in here. What do you think they would have done if they saw you dumping your load in your sister’s cum-greedy cunt?”
Heat washes up my neck to scorch my face. Part of me almost needs to defend myself against the allegations, but the way Nicolas is breathing, the hard madness in his eyes is so similar to earlier, right before he bent me over, that I clap my mouth shut.
“Did you like it, Nicky?” he’s asking his boyfriend.
“It was a mistake.”
Nicolas’s response hurts. It stabs through my chest even while I know he’s right. It was a mistake. One I allowed to happen twice. I’m the problem here.
I make to sneak away, to leave them in the aftermath of my chaos. Dom fists my skirt with his free hand, pinning me in place.
“Not so fast, little sister.”
He drags me closer. Pulls me until I’m wedged between them.
“Dom, don’t.”
But he’s not listening to Nicolas when releasing my skirt and reaching under, nor does Nicolas move away. Even when his boyfriend’s fingers slip between my lips and find my drenched center.
“Fuck, baby, you filled her up,” he groans the same moment I cry out with the slow push of his fingers inside. “Her walls are soaked.” His head drops forward. His mouth finds the top of my right breast. Hot and wet. “Hold Nicky’s cock, Isla. Jerk it the way you jerked Daddy’s upstairs.”
My hand does without question.
It lets Dominic capture my wrist and guide me back until the hard, throbbing shaft is in my palm.
I close my fingers and Nicolas grunts over my head. The appendage pulses and I tighten my grip.
“That’s my good girl,” Dominic praises, using his newly free hand to drag my top down, spilling my right tit out. “Look at them, Nicky.” He pulls the other side down. “Look how fucking perfect they are. How perfect they’ll be filled with milk.” He palms the left one while rolling the nipples under his thumb and smirks when I choke on a moan. “Get on your knees, Daddy’s pretty cum whore. Suck my boyfriend’s cock and jerk him all over your perky tits.”
I may be lost in the filthy things he’s saying but my gaze flicks to the door. It’s been long enough that the others should be back.
“No one’s coming to save you, Isla,” he taunts, catching me. “They’ve gone to take your piece of shit uncle to the hospital.”
Both Nicolas and I gasp and ask, “What did you do?”
But his answer is to thrust his fingers deeper, sending my head back against Nicolas’s shoulder with a sob.
“Knees!” he growls, and I obey.
I expect Nicolas to stop him. Stop me. The way his hands are bunched into fists makes me think I only have seconds to fall on that stiff cock. I stuff him in my mouth like a child hoarding a cookie. I anchor my nails into his hips as I drag him deep down my throat.
“Fuck!” Nicolas snarls when I hit his base with my lips.
“That’s a good girl,” Dominic drawls, hand stroking my head, my hair. Fisting the strands and guiding me back. “Keep going.”
