It's a Twin Thing Ch. 03

Flicking her attention to Michael as her hand mimicked the motion of her mouth, she swept the pad of her thumb over the very tip of his shaft and circled it when a small shiver shot through his shoulders. If someone had told her even a year ago that she'd be on her knees in front of her (ex?) boyfriend and her brother with the latter's dick in her mouth she probably would have laughed so hard she'd have passed out then asked them how much crack they'd smoked when she came to. Despite the taboo fantasies and the role plays Michael had indulged her with, this was never something she thought would happen but now that it was, damn was it hotter than she ever could have imagined.

Skimming her attention over Michael as he shifted to touch the tip of his length to the bulge of her cheek, she moaned around Silas' cock and gave them both a faint squeeze around the base of their members. Delving back down the length of her brother's cock until he nudged into the shallows of her throat she coated him with the sound of her moan as they each sank a hand into her hair. Tilting her head to stare up at the both of them, she paused for a fraction of a second before quickly darting forward to bury the rest of his cock in the tight confines of her throat. The groan that was torn from him made her swallow quickly around him, her throat constricting and catching around the ridge of flesh at the head. Focusing on timing her strokes to coincide perfectly with each rise and fall of her mouth over Silas' shaft, she gave him a few more spears into her throat before she switched to Michael. Curling her slim fingers around her brothers spit-slicked shaft, she parted her swollen lips and brushed them across the width of Michael's cock-head. Framing the tip with her lips as a warm rush of air coated his shaft, she heard his warning growl and couldn't help but smirk. Teasing the sensitive spot were the ridge smoothed down into the rest of his shaft with a flick of her tongue, she swirled the warm bead of her tongue ring against it with a deep moan. Pulling in a sharp breath as he forcibly speared into the wet cavern of her mouth, she narrowed her eyes as his fingers tightened ever so slightly in her hair.

"Don't be coy, kitten." Feeling them both using her hair to force her down onto his cock, she silenced the moan that tried to work its way out and pressed her lips tight around his heated flesh. Part of her wanted to tease him but the other part knew that if she did, he'd snatch the small amount of control she had so quick her head would spin. Beginning to bob her head over his thick shaft, she lashed the underside with her tongue with every movement she made. Coating his length with the vibration of a moan as she stroked and squeezed her brother's cock, she brushed her thumb across the pre-cum at the tip and rubbed it into the spongy head. Determined to keep her pace slower than their racing heartbeats, she took her time to work him into her throat just like she had with Silas. Whimpering when his wider crown ground past her gag reflex, she swallowed roughly around him just as he thrust fully in to hilt himself within her throat. Focusing on getting that reflex under control, she kept him buried there and pinned her watery gaze on his as he showed off a wolfish smirk.

Once the spasms died down and her lungs were beginning to burn, she pulled back and sucked in a rough breath around his girth. Pausing with the tip pressed against her lips to fully catch her breath, she wrapped her fingers around his base and stroked them both in time with each other. The spark of an idea twisted the corners of her lips up in a smirk and she inched forward until the hardened peaks of her nipples skimmed their thighs with each breath she took. Angling both of their cocks until she could press both tips to her lips, she flicked her tongue out to swirl a figure eight around them. Basking in the dual sounds of their moans, she rhythmically squeezed their shafts in time with their heartbeats as she forced her mouth to open as wide as she possibly could. Rolling her tongue between their swollen tips, she stared up at them and let her gaze bounce between them as they exchanged a glance and then looked back down to her before each of them thrust forward a fraction. Gasping as her jaw protested when they forced their way in, she continued to massage their cock-heads with firm swirls of her tongue. Dropping her hands from their shafts to their heavy sacks to show them some much needed attention, she cradled them in the warm palms of her hands and gently squeezed.

Witnessing their features twist around moans of pleasure sent a shiver of anticipation rushing down her spine to coil in the cradle of her hips. With each roll of her fingertips against their skin she could feel two beats, their pounding heartbeat but also the pulse of their impending orgasms. The knowledge that they were both growing closer and closer to climax made her breath hitch in her diaphragm, her abdomen clenching in a fresh wave of need. Forcing her tongue flat beneath their heads, she undulated it first towards Silas and then towards Michael before beginning to make a pattern out of it. Seeing them lose control of their breathing as their hands clenched in her hair until it hurt, she purred long and low around them just as their voices rose in a fresh wave of moans. Michael had never been able to resist the way that purr of hers seemed to vibrate her entire mouth around him and it seemed Silas was no better at it. Firmly cradling their balls made it easy to feel the first pump of cum as it began to rush up their shafts but when it reached her mouth and she got her first double dose of their seed she couldn't help but shudder.

Quickly swallowing as much as she could it still wasn't fast enough as their voices rose again on the second pump of cum into the waiting cavern of her mouth. Drinking it down right as another round shot out against the roof of her mouth, she moaned and let it begin to build up as each shot produced less and less. Watching them have to lean into each other in order to not fall over would have made her smirk of it weren't for how wide her lips were stretched. Caressing their sacks reverently for another moment or so, she finally dropped her touch to their thighs just as Silas wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft to remove it from her lips. Whimpering as he pulled out with an audible pop, she sealed her lips around Michael's tip to make sure she didn't spill even a drop of their seed. Slowly letting him slide from between her lips, she grinned and brought a hand up to rub at her jaw before opening her mouth to show off the amount of cum she'd refused to swallow.

"Always the greedy little cum slut." Michael fisted her hair as Silas stepped back, using that grip to pull her from her knees to her feet. Waiting until she swallowed every ounce of their seed, he swept her up into his arms and growled as she automatically wrapped her legs tight around his waist. Not caring about what was previously there, he claimed her lips in a deep kiss and lashed her tongue with his own. Losing herself for a moment in their kiss, she moaned as the heat of Silas' chest pressed against her spine just a moment before his lips skimmed her shoulder. The length of his fingers gripped the heavy curves of her hips as she was pinned between their heaving chests before one hand sank lower over the swell of one cheek to dip between her thighs. The molten pool of her juices twisted his lips against her skin and he couldn't help but sink two thick digits into the clutch of her velvet channel. Spearing them as deep as they could go to the music of her moans as she broke away from Michael, he tilted his head to speak into the shell of her ear.

"Someone loves getting face-fucked." A dark chuckle caressed her cheek and she writhed between them as each thrust of his hand sent a spasm through the muscles of her legs. Looking down at them both as Michael steadied her with a firm grip to her sides, Silas dragged the nails of his free hand up the outside slope of one thigh.

"I do, though having two to serve at the same time made me enjoy it so-" Another moan broke apart her words and she clenched hotly around the sudden thrust of her brother's fingers. "Much more." If she thought they were being unfair before she was about to rethink that evaluation. Michael slid one hand from the indent of her waist and followed the slight rise of her hip-bone until his fingertips encountered the pierced nub of her clit. Snatching in a rougher breath than she intended, her hips rocked between their dual assault as a litany of moans, mewls and gasps began to fall from her lips. Watching her squirm made recovering quite easy and within a few torturous moments they were both sporting another hard-on that was eager for more.

"Please just fuck me, already!"

Exchanging knowing looks over-top her head, Silas withdrew his fingers as Michael bent his head to gift her throat another round of kisses and nips. "Beg a little more, tell your big brothers how much you want this."

Letting loose a low groan right when Michael's tongue flicked across the dip at the base of her throat, she ground her hips against him and clutched at his shoulders tightly. "I need you both to fuck me, I can't stand it anymore! Please...I've wanted this...you, both of you, for so long. Silas, Michael... Please..." Letting her voice die off into the swell of a moan when Michael abandoned a breast in favor of gripping his cock to press the tip against her clit, she trapped her lip between her teeth in anticipation of what was about to happen. Sure, they had toed the line up until that point, blurred it with a swipe of a foot really, but things were about to change. A moment of clarity streaked across her mind as Silas smeared her juices along the tip of his cock and pressed it against the puckered flesh of her asshole; she knew there was no coming back from what they were about to do and for a moment she was frozen upon the fence between yes and no. What if this ruined their relationships? What if she and Michael never recovered and he spilled their secret one night when he got angry at the memory? What if Silas did? What if she lost both of them? There were so many other what ifs that shot through her mind but the second they both pressed against her entrances and converged upon the sides of her neck to get a taste of her skin she knew she didn't care about the negative possibilities. She needed to feel them both buried within her deepest, darkest spaces until they were imprinted upon her very soul.

"Fuckin' hell, plEASE!" They thrust into her in unison and her voice rose in a fever pitch as Michael easily hilted himself within her churning depths while Silas took things slow and tortured her inch by inch. Dropping her head back into the cradle of Silas' shoulder, her lips parted on a breathy moan which spilled heat into the space between her and Michael. Gripping at the strong shoulders before her, the coffin shaped tips dug into his flesh as her body rippled around the thick pillars of their shafts. Countless times she had dreamed of being used by two, sometimes three, men but she never thought those dreams would skip over to reality. Michael had always had a bit of a territorial thing when it came to her, which was something she had found quite sexy, so she'd always been happy to play within those fantasies on her own with toys. Being suspended between the two men she loved the most in the world had an extraordinary effect on her in that it strengthened every sensation rushing across the highway of her nerves. Every time that Michael receded while Silas burrowed into her she lost herself in the moment a little more. Arching an arm behind her head to curl her hand around the back of Silas' neck, she did the same to Michael and melted into their perfectly timed thrusts until it felt as if she were simply a toy for them to enjoy; and perhaps she was, in a way.

The way they held her pinned between them mixed the tiniest bit of adrenaline in with all the pleasure they were submerging her in and it sent her careening down the fast lane towards her first orgasm with every thrust. She was so caught up in the seemingly endless sensations rushing through her that she failed to catch the look the two men shared over her sweat slicked shoulder. What she didn't miss was the sudden savage thrust that thoroughly impaled her on both of their thick cocks at the exact same time. Crying out as her inner muscles rippled in shock around their pulsing shafts, she clutched at them as the insides of her eyelids were painted in a surge of bright light. Every inch of her skin erupted in goosebumps as her climax rushed outwards from the bomb that had gone off in the cradle of her hips. Quivering between them as they resumed their dual thrusting and perfectly mirrored one another, she found it increasingly difficult to catch the breath her lungs were crying out for.

Ragged gasps were the best she could manage yet still they fucked her through the entirety of her orgasm, the need to make it as torturous as possible possessing both of them. Gripping at her twitching curves, Silas bowed his head and dragged his coarse beard against the supple rise of her cheek to bestow a line of kisses along the slope of her jawline. He wasn't sure how Michael was feeling but he couldn't believe they were all actually doing this. He felt like he was on the verge of waking up from very vivid dream where none of this had even a chance of happening. Pushing his hands down along her sides, he tightened his fingers over the swell of her hips and let the edges of his nails catch against her skin. The sounds of their hips smacking up against hers merged with the heavy rasping breaths they were all fighting for and he couldn't help the shiver that shot down his spine.

Surging into the heated clutch of her ass right as she tightened down on them again, the faintest tingle began in his sack. Painting the shell of her ear in a low growl as Michael speared her with a sharp, short thrust, he dug his nails in a little harder just to hear her whimper. "Your gunna make me cum, baby." His words sent such a strong shudder through her that they both felt shake her hips between their pistoning bodies. "Fuck, look at you. So eager to make your brothers cum for you."

Michael smirked at what Silas' words were doing to Myka. It was written all over her face, sure, but it was also telegraphed in the tightening of her legs around his waist and the dig of her nails into their shoulders. Hissing out a breath at the sting her nails left in their wake as she raked them down his bicep, he curled one massive hand around the slim column of her throat and gave it a tight squeeze to slow the rush of her blood through her arteries. Staring down into her heavy-lidded eyes as he carefully steadied the pressure of his fingers against her skin, he shortened his thrusts and angled his hips in just the right way to ensure he glided right past her g-spot. Giving her his trademark smirk as her hips surged violently up against his, he let a moan drip from his lips. "Good girl, kitten. You're such a good little whore for your brothers." The sight of her eyes rolling back in her head pulled a hungry growl from the depths of his throat so he leaned in to press the sound into her other ear as Silas did the same.

The second Silas started spilling his dirty talk into her ear she knew she was done for but when Michael jumped on the train and paired it with a steady choke, her insides seemed to twist up tight inside her until it felt as if she was teetering on the edge of an actual explosion. Freezing between the hungry wolves they'd become, for a moment it seemed as if the world had slowed to a crawl around her. It hadn't, of course, but it was the calm before the storm. That momentary reprieve lasted only a handful of seconds but the sound of their dual growls lit the short fuse and it triggered the explosion perched so precariously within her. The sound of their voices being buried in the hoarse scream she let loose was the last straw for them both, especially when paired with the sudden clutch of velvet heat that tightened around their pulsing shafts. Driving as deep as they could both get into her rippling depths, they flooded her body with the heat of their seed. Both of them were used to an above average load but it felt like they gave her double what they were used to, not that they were complaining.

Pinning her between their heaving chests to keep her in place as they shot rope after rope of their cum inside of her, they rested their heads on her shoulders as her orgasm slowly released her from it's hold. She was honestly amazed she hadn't passed out with the amount of pleasure coursing through her; though at one point she honestly thought she had at least toed the line. Shivering between the seemingly scalding barrels of their chests, she softened her touch as she stroked their necks while they joined her in the afterglow of such an otherworldly climax. Their breaths were ragged as they fought to slow their racing heartbeats and each time she moved, it didn't make it any easier. Silas pressed a kiss to the side of her neck over the faint bruising he'd left there earlier and slowly pulled his softening cock from the tight channel of her ass.

"I'm going to clean up...but when I come back we're switching." He smacked his palm against the firm globe of her ass and let out a dark chuckle as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Looking up at Michael as he slid from her drenched pussy, she let out a faint moan of loss and whimpered as he helped her uncurl her legs from the width of his waist. "Michael.." She clutched at his forearms as he gently set her back on her own two feet, desperately trying to steady herself as he sank down to sit in the middle of the couch.

"Shhh, kitten. We can talk about all our baggage later, I promise." The lengths of his fingers teased her forearms as he dragged his hands to hers. Sliding his fingers between hers, he jerked her down to him and smirked as she lost her footing and landed in his lap. "Right now..." Gently guiding her between his knees, his smirk grew as she immediately sank down to kneel before him. Pulling her hands to his hips, he let them go in favor of sinking his hands into the thick mass of her sweat-slicked hair. "You have a mess to clean up." Curling the damp strands of obsidian around his fingers as he took notice of the adoration in the depths of her eyes, he softened his smirk to that of a smile when her cheek came to rest upon his inner thigh for a moment.

"Enjoying the view, kitten?" Posing the question with the arch of a brow, he couldn't help the small laugh that pushed its way out when his words seemed to remind her of her task. Those dark blue eyes dropped to the sight of his sticky cock and the flick of her tongue over her lips wasn't quick enough to be missed. Picking her head up from its resting place on his thigh, she dipped down and kissed the very base of his softened shaft. Tilting her dark head to the side, she framed the thick pillar of flesh with the soft widths of her lips and began to work her way to the very tip. Taking her time to ensure she didn't miss a single drop of their combined juices, she swirled her tongue in an almost loving caress over his slowly hardening flesh until she was sure she'd cleaned every inch of him. The sound of Silas' bare feet on the rug behind her made her ears prickle ever so slightly as he came back out to join them. The sight of his sister on her knees with that delectable ass perfectly spread had his mouth watering and he was sure if he had any problems getting hard that that sight would always be a guaranteed solution.

Bending down to caress the curved line of her spine until the rise of her ass lifted his hand, he gripped the firm flesh of one cheek and painted the shell of her ear with a low, hungry growl. "My turn, baby sister." Releasing the short grip he'd had on her ass, he stood to his full height and waited until she crawled around to face him. Showing off the wolffish smirk he knew she couldn't resist, he pressed the heat of his palm against the rise of her cheekbone and cradled her face for a moment of tenderness. Stepping forward until she was pinned against the couch between Michael's knees, he wrapped his other hand around the base of his shaft and firmly tapped it against her lips. She didn't need to be told once, let alone twice, so she simply parted her lips and closed them around the damp head of his cock to greet him with a flick of her tongue.