Bravo and Charlie storm down the stairs. “What the fuck happened?” Bravo questions. He doesn’t sound angry but more curious about why I changed the plan. “The plan was to leave her alone with no contact for a few days.”
I let out a sigh and rip off my mask. “I know, but fuck her mouth. The way she tried to hand me my ass. Fucking sexy, I couldn’t help myself. You’ll understand once you get a taste of her pussy, fuck! Her walls could break an egg from the force of her squeezes.”
Charlie looks a little pissed, but he doesn’t say anything. He is just as fucked and kinky as us but softer.
Bravo breaks the silence. “Dude, I get it. I would have done the same thing, but now we have to change plans.”
I nod as I think over what to do. “Yeah, now that I went this route, I think C should go in tonight. He’s the only one who hasn’t tested her out yet.”
Bravo gasps and throws his hands on his hips. “Hey! I didn’t try her out.”
“Yeah, you did. Not my fault you picked a blowie instead of sinking into her hole.” I chuckle and smirk because he knows I’m right.
Bravopouts, crossing his arms over his chest as he stomps his foot. I swear he’s like a child. I look over to gauge Charlie’s reaction, and I know he likes that idea.
His breath hitches, and I can see that he’s got a semi. He gives me a nod. “Sure, I’ll clean her up after since she’ll be starting her isolation in the morning. Bravo will give her the rations before it starts.”
Bravo and I give a nod agreeing with him. My baby brother might fuck her, but he’ll be softer than I was. I say baby, but I’m only 45 minutes older than him, 17 minutes older than Bravo.
They both look to me to take care of us, contracting the jobs, dealing with people, and mingling at the parties. The social butterfly.
If Bravo had to deal with people he couldn’t eat, the fucker would gnaw his arm off. Charlie won’t speak to anyone besides us. I’m all that's left.
“Alright, give her a few hours, then go enjoy.” Spinning on my heels, I walk towards the stairs. I hear as they follow in step behind me. Fuck, I need to shower. Her sweet, intoxicatingmusk is still on me. Sex, sweat, fear and her natural scent of peaches and brightness. She smells like that summer day when we were 4. Sitting by the water and eating peaches that the neighbor gave us.
Miss Lindsey got in shit for that. The egg donor bitch called the cops when she noticed we were missing. Don’t know why, considering half the time she didn’t know where we were.
“By the way, Red’s results came back. Raw dog to your heart’s content. Clean and she has an IUD,” I inform them as I get to the top of the stairs. After I got her into her new home, I took blood samples and swabs. Using my favourite speculum.
We don’t want to use a condom with her. A quick fingering and I felt the IUD strings. While Bravo dealt with her yesterday, I delivered everything to a buddy. Well, somebody who owes me a favour, same shit. He had texted me while she was assembling the gun.
She wasn’t wrong. Red almost had it. I just couldn’t let her win the first round. Our pet will do fine; she just needs some guidance.
Obedience training.
Learning some respect.
How to suck our cocks just the way we like.
Her transformation into an assassin is only the tip of the iceberg. Red needs to learn who's in charge. I will never defer to anyone. I’ve kept us alive this long and I will not let a skanky tramp ruin that.
Bravo and Charlie head off to do their own thing while I trudge up the stairs to my room. My pet fills my mind, my cock stiffening again. This girl is gonna have us shooting blanks.
I open my room and step in. Everything’s in its place, the bed made and my nightstand is clear. I hate clutter and mess, the complete opposite of Bravo’s pigpen and Charlie’s tornado.
My life works best with order and control. I strip my clothes down to my boxers and drop them in the laundry basket. Entering my attached bathroom, I crank the shower handle all the way. I need to burn her touch off my skin or I’ll go back for seconds.
The room fills with steam as I flick my boxers off and set them on the counter. I’ll put them in the hamper after. Stepping under the spray, I groan as the water boils my flesh.
The steam clouds the glass doors as I rest my head against the tile. I can still feel her kegels around my shaft. My gaze flicks down and I see the faint smear of her blood.
My lips curl up at the sight. Bringing my hand to my cock, I stroke myself. The water turns a light pink as it drips down my sack and thighs.
It swirls around the drain before disappearing. Shame, but it’s not like that's the last time I’llwash her blood off my dick.
Chapter 13
I have been watching the cameras all day. Alpha went to her at 5am. We want to fuck with her sense of time as well. Sleep deprivation is a powerful tool.
