Kip maneuvers his fingers up the hem of her shorts and firmly but gently plunges two of them into her slick pussy. Myback arches at the touch, pushing Mags’s tits right into my brother’s chest.
“She’s gonna come even prettier when we fuck her,” he says before latching onto one peaked nipple with his mouth.
Mags pants and moans, and I swear they’re the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.
“B-but …oh!… h-how will we—Ooh!—decide who goes first?”
One by one, my brother adds more fingers. Half his arm is inside her pants, and Mags’s shorts are dangerously close to ripping, though none of us seem to care about that right now.
“You can fit an alpha’s knot, right, Mags?” Kip twists his fingers, and she cries out with desire. “I think you can handle two beta cocks, hm? Twice the girth, twice the pleasure, right, baby?” He shifts his hand again until he’s got his whole fucking fist inside her, and I bite her neck harder to keep from screaming.
Mags, however, has nothing to bite right now, and her screams echo off the walls as Kip slowly pushes and pulls with his fist. He sucks her nipple at the same time, adding yet another pleasure point, and I wonder where the fuck my formerly virgin brother learned this shit.
He releases her tit with a wetpopand grins down at Mags. “I have a vivid imagination.”
Images flash through my brain, and probably Mags’s brain too, thousands of fantasies all playing out at once. Kip clearly thinks about Mags on the regular, more often than even I realized, but with us all connecting like this, there’s no shame involved. Just pure, unbridled passion.
And love. God, Kip loves her so much it hurts, and I’m surprised to learn that Mags was clueless to her own feelings until Kip walked out earlier. The poor girl refused to believe shecould have love as an omega-playing-beta, so she shut that part of herself off.
Well, she’s about to have love in spades, especially if Kip and I have anything to say about it. Probably Nik, too. I sense a twinge of jealousy every time Mags cries out, but that feeling is accompanied by a strange sort of joy that she’s happy and cared for.
I imagine this will take some time for all of us to get used to.
“Do you think you’re ready now, baby? Is our girl ready for our cocks?”
Hearing my twin dirty-talking the woman I love should be gross, but because Mags is eating it up, so am I. “I think she’s ready, Kip. I think she’s more than ready.”
Bit by bit, he removes his fist. The sudden emptiness Mags feels is shocking, and we both whimper at the loss. Kip shushes Mags with a kiss as he pries her wet shorts off. He pats my hands holding her wrists, and I take that as a signal to let go.
“Come on, baby. Get up. We’re gonna switch things around a bit.”
Thanks to the double bond, I know what he’s planning. As soon as Mags’s weight lifts off of me, I sit up and yank my pajamas off. The tip of my cock glistens with precum, and I stroke myself while I watch a shaky Mags position herself over me on Kip’s command. The whole time he encourages and praises her, talking her through each step.
“Climb on up. Straddle him. Good girl, Mags. Now ease down. That’s it, right on his cock. Yeah, feel that? That’s about to double in a minute. Get used to him first. It’s okay. You’re doing so well. Just ride him a bit. Enjoy it.”
The fantasy of fucking Mags is nothing compared to the reality. She hesitates at first, but soon she’s riding me like a pro. I stare at her bouncing breasts for a moment, mesmerized, beforeremembering that I have two hands and a mouth with which to worship them. I lick and squeeze and stroke and suck, and Mags grabs fistfuls of my hair, tugging at the roots as she holds me to her chest. It’s almost smothering, but a gentle pat to her side with a push through the bond is enough to get her to let me breathe.
At first, Kip stands behind Mags, eyes closed, with his hands on her shoulders. He’s watching us through the bond, experiencing everything as we do. I wonder what he’s waiting for, but when Mags comes again and coats my lap, I finally see.
He was waiting for his moment.
“Okay, baby. Hang on. Right there. Good job, Mags. Don’t be nervous. I’m gonna fill you right up.”
Without losing suction on Mags’s glorious breast, I reach around behind her and grab hold of her cheeks, spreading them and providing Kip with a stunning view. He gives his cock a few pumps, then positions for entry.
It’s tight, tighter than the fist was, but the stretch feels amazing through the bond. Mags arches her back so far that I worry for her spine, but Kip’s there to provide support and keep her from snapping in half. Together, we stroke and kiss her all over, providing distracting stimulation until her body can adjust.
The stimulation also distracts from the fact that my twin’s cock is rubbing mine inside her.
The only disappointing thing about this experience is the direct knowledge that, while heavenly, our combined cocks still don’t amount to the same sensation as Nik’s knot.
Jesus, he must be packing!
I shake my head to clear it, unintentionally motorboating Mags. Turns out she likes my face between her tits, so I do it again on purpose. She holds me in place, pulling my hair so hard it hurts, while Kip drills into her from behind.
Mags is close, so close, but she’s not quite over the edge yet.
My fingers on her clit fix that right away.
