“Isn’t that right, Lenny?”
I could only nod, not sure I should tell them that Mrs. Pym had me on medication to prevent that from happening. She’d insisted the moment I arrived after my parents’ deaths, and she couldn’t keep the boys from sleeping in my bed. I supposed she always knew we would wind up in this situation.
“You’re so wet,” Eliah murmured, long fingers moving alongside the other man’s rubbing and stroking my sex. “You’re ready to take us both.”
I wasn’t sure about that. I’d felt just how big they were and I could see the bulging outline through their boxers. My mind wasn’t convinced that was even possible. But they were adamant. Determined to have me.
“I’m older,” Ames announced for the second time.
I expected Eliah to accept as he always had, but he shook his head.
“I’m gentler.”
Ames paused to meet his brother’s gaze.
“I can be gentle.”
“Not enough. We have to be careful. Look how small she is.”
That had both going quiet while they simply studied my opening.
“Well, you won’t fit either,” Ames decided.
I almost laughed at the insanity of that conversation, but Eliah rolled his eyes.
“We will fit, stupid. We just need to stretch her. With our fingers,” he added when Ames looked confused.
Hesitant, but determined, Ames nudged my ring. The wet state of me greedily let him in, but the shock, the pinch had me crying out and jerking in their hold.
Both men stiffened.
Ames immediately snatched his hand back. His wide eyes leapt to my face, enormous with panic.
“Did I do it wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Eliah looked equally frantic.
“It was strange,” I admitted, not entirely sure I wanted to try again. “I don’t think I like that.”
“Let’s leave it,” Eliah blurted. “There isn’t any rush. I’ll read a few books and we’ll figure it out.”
That decision seemed to solidify all our minds. We weren’t in any hurry. Plus, the exploration that came after, now that we were openly touching each other, was the best part anyway.
Waking up in the middle of the night with one of their hands already tucked between my thighs, fingers moving lightly over my clit. Having them kneeling on the bed on either side of me while I was on my back, their thick, engorged erections fisted tight between my palms, stroking them over my breasts. My stomach.
Eliah read about using his tongue and he couldn’t even wait until after supper before dragging me and Ames to the library, propping me up on the table and showing his brother how to lick until my thighs were quivering and I came all across both their tongues.
He waited until later, after we’d all gotten into bed before showing me that I can do the same for them.
It was weeks later that Ames got the idea in his head to push my knees up, hook his head against my opening and make me rub him. All three of us watched as he filled my channel withropes of thick, hot cum. So much that it welled and dribbled down my backside.
“My turn.” Eliah practically shoved his brother over to poke the fat head of his cock inside me. “Play with her. I want to feel her cum around me.”
Ames scowled. “Shit, I didn’t even think of that. I want to try again when you’re done.”
And so, the game began to see which of them could fill me more. But it only counted if they made me cum first. One hole became two and I loved every second of it.
But I still wanted to try the real way. Neither pushed me nor tried again. It seemed to be the conclusion to let me initiate that, and I still flinched every time they went too deep by accident.
