She screeches, “Trauma?Trauma?!?”, then runs her fingers through her long black hair and tugs on it. “I wasn’t shot! I didn’t have a gun at my temple! Tovah didn’t give me a gun, she told me to hide in the well of the backseat! She knows, they all know. I’m a hemorrhage, a drain on everyone and valuable resources! You’re here protecting me because I am incapable of doing it myself! I cowered in that backseat, hid behind the walls of the synagogue while everyone else acted. I did nothing!”
It hurts far more than I ever thought to watch her spiral like this. She’s been keeping all of this bottled up and it’s like poison inside her. On her next pass, I scoop her up and lay her on Monty, then climb over them both.
“You watched it, Sweetling. The fear you felt seeing your sister with a gun to her head…the blood spreading across Tovah’s chest…the noise and chaos of the Yom Kippur attack…everyone you love threatened…that is trauma.” I kiss her every time I pause, lips, cheeks, neck and collarbones. Staring intently into her eyes, I hope my words are enough to make her understand. “Arlo is sick, but Tev attends a support group; Suzie has the TBI, but Seril joins him in that same group. Don’t minimize your feelings or compare your experience to someone else. They aren’t you; you aren’t them. We are all wired differently. Therapy will help. And so will we.”
Another wave of tears cascades down her cheeks, but she offers me a tentative smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak so many words at one time.”
“It was a harrowing experience. And now I’m exhausted.” I deadpan, then collapse on them without warning, laughing when they both grunt from my weight. Sophia crosses her ankles behind my back, her fingers dancing along my scalp again. God, that feels incredible.
“I thought it might have been a dream,” Sophia begins just above a whisper, her voice still thick with emotion. “But you’re too heavy to be anything but real.” I shake with laughter, Monty too, but I don’t move. I’m quite content exactly where I am. “Also, Monty’s penis is poking me in the back, and he always had better aim in my dreams.”
Monty 6.
Yakov Dorfman is calculated and violent, when necessary, but I have never considered him cruel.
We spent the evening at Sophia’s, the three of us lounging around, just happy to be in each other’s company. No pressure, no pretense, just open and honest like I told Yak in the car. It was glorious. I don’t think I have ever felt so free. Removing the last unknown barrier between us, I didn’t realize how touch starved I was for Yakov. Desperate to hug him, hold him, bury my nose in his throat.
We both spoiled Sophia, rubbing her back and feet, cooking dinner, giving her the opportunity to speak about what has been bothering her. We set up an online therapy session in a few days with a colleague Vandy recommended. And in between it all, my lips were on hers as much as they were on Yak’s. Around the 7thtime Sophia yawned, I was ready to strip down and crawl into bed with the two of them.
Yak had other plans. We packed more of Sophia’s belongings in a few bags and drove back to the family compound. Sophia and I were wide awake by the time we arrived, ready to explore more of our dynamic. We were denied. And as much as she pouted and I bitched, it was hot to have him refuse. His resolve and control are legendary, and to be the subject of it, to have our gratification delayed…the edging has been exquisite torture.
Laying in Yak’s bed, Sophia sandwiched between us, I decide I’ve had enough. My hands coast along Sophia’s compact shape, my hand spanning her abdomen beneath her satin camisole. I pull her back, grinding my hard dick along the cleft of her ass. Her back arches, hips swiveling on instinct. I slide my hand up along her ribs, molding it to her tit, the hard tip of her nipple poking my palm. “Monty.”The sound of my name falling from her lips, the needy rasp of her whisper…
“What do you think you’re doing?” We both freeze in place. Yakov aims for casual, but I can hear the tension in his voice.
“Waking up my sweetling.” I dip my head to suck on her bare shoulder, dragging my hand over her nipple to tease the other.
“Hmm. You wanna play?”
“I do. Sophia?” She makes an interrogatory sound that trails into a whimper when I pinch her nipple and lightly bite her skin. “Do you wanna play?”
“Please.”
“Alright, let’s play.” Yak rolls to the side of the bed and stands. His cock tents his boxer briefs. I’ve seen him naked before, plenty of times, but my gaze never lingered, my mouth never watered at the sight of his hard-earned muscles. His back against the wall, he leans on it, his hips tilting forward. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he pushes his underwear down, his cock springing free with a bounce. “On your knees.” His command slashes through the air like the crack of a whip. Sophia responds immediately, scooting to the edge of the bed and dropping to her knees on the floor. She crawls to Yakov, sitting pretty with her ass resting on her heels as she stares up at him expectantly. I settle against the headboard, my hand drifting to my dick, ready to enjoy the show. Yak clears his throat with a challenging lift to his brow. “Both of you.”
I smirk, though eagerly obey. Never been on my knees for anyone but the Lord…and a few ladies. But the sight of his thick cock, dripping precum is more than enough incentive. I shed my underwear on my way over, smoothly falling to my knees at Sophia’s side at his feet. His cock is level with my mouth, while Sophia sits up a bit to reach it.
“Why don’t we see how well you two share?” I wink at Sophia, who is all wide-eyed and red cheeked. “We have breakfast in 35 minutes, and we’ll need to shower and dress…so work quickly.”
I shift on my knees until I’m facing the side of his cock. Sophia mirrors my position on the other side. Licking a stripe from the base to the tip, I trace once around the flushed head and then place open-mouthed kisses along the length back to the base. He’s salty with soft skin over hard steel, neatly trimmed and big. Not as big as me, but impressive and intimidating, nonetheless. Can I fit this in my ass? Do I want to? Or does he want me to top him? We didn’t discuss any of the logistics, and I guess now isn’t the time to be worrying about it.
My tongue grazes Sophia’s as we worship his cock, pausing every few seconds to kiss before his hands on our heads urges us back to business. Glancing over his body, his eyes meet mine and I suck in a sharp breath at the intensity of his stare. Pupils blown wide, jaw clenching, he looks feral and desperate.
“I want you naked, Sweetling.” Up on her knees, she pushes her sleep shorts down, but she gives up when they get stuck. She lifts the hem of her camisole but leaves it around her neck so she doesn’t have to stop sucking on his shaft. He taps her cheek. “Release.” She shakes her head, continuing to mouth his cock, so I dip my head, latch my mouth onto her nipple and force her to her back on the floor. She drags the camisole over her head, her hands in my hair, holding my mouth to her breast. I roll her nipple against the roof of my mouth and help her out ofher shorts after straightening her legs. She’s naked and writhing beneath me, and I want to drive deep inside her…but I don’t have permission.
I switch nipples and look at Yak. He’s now sitting in the chair next to his bed, legs spread wide, hand on his cock, stroking up and down as he watches us. “27 minutes…and I haven’t cum yet.” Reluctantly, I sit up and pull Sophia over to Yak. She kneels in front of him, but he stops me when I start to drop beside her once more. “Ah, ah, ah. I think a little teamwork is in order, Monty. On your back under her. You make her cum; she makes me cum.”
“And when do I cum?”
“When I tell you to.” A violent shiver wracks my body, stretching his lips into a sinful smile. I slide to my back underneath her. Her pink pussy taunting me, hovering just out of reach of my mouth. “Fuck his face, Sweetling…and I’ll fuck yours.”
Hands on her hips, I bring her down to my mouth and devour her. Her taste explodes on my tongue. I thrust against the air, desperate for even a hint of friction against my aching dick. She tilts her pelvis, changing the angle, my tongue tracing her opening before moving back to her clit. Slurping noises fill the air; she gags when he advances too far but doesn’t stop. All the while, her hips swivel and push down demanding her own satisfaction.
Her pussy snaps tight around my tongue as she tosses her head back, releasing Yak’s cock to scream her pleasure. He’s flicking her nipples, prolonging her release and I happily suck it down. I’m so close, I don’t think I would need much to cum. Listening to them, watching from my vantage point, tasting her response.
Yak stands from the chair, looming over me. He urges a dazed Sophia backward until she’s straddling my thighs. “Your mouthis wicked, little girl. Suck his cock like a good girl while I paint his skin.” She bends low, her warm breath enough to have my balls drawing tight. When she swipes her tongue along my shaft and flicks it back and forth along my frenulum, I lose all sense, grip her hair with both hands, thrust up, and drive my cock to the back of her throat. She swallows reflexively and that’s all it takes. I pump my cum down her throat. Yak grunts above me and I look up just in time to see his cock jerk in his tight grip, ropes of cum landing on my chest and stomach.
He’s breathing heavy, staring down as if mesmerized by his “handy work.” Sophia licks my shaft before placing a tender kiss to the head of my spent dick and lays her head on my thigh. Her eyes close with a serene smile.
