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I freeze in shock as Garret
slams the door behind him and charges his older brother. Grabbing Blake by his
jacket, Garret shoves him against the stairway banister.

“You asshole! Get your
fucking hands off my girlfriend!”

“Your girlfriend?” Blake
roars and throws his brother off him. “You know I’ve been after her for
months.”

“Bullshit! You’ve never
settled on one woman in your whole life.”

“And you’ve never found one
of your own, just my leftovers.”

Garret takes a swing at
Blake, as I crawl away from them and struggle to my feet, clutching my robe
tight and sobbing. “Stop, both of you! You have to leave. You both have to go.”

This gets Garret’s attention,
and he turns to me, his hurt obvious in his eyes. “Don’t say that, Faith.” He
starts toward me, but Blake grabs him by the arm and shoves him aside.

“Get out and leave us alone,”
he sneers at his younger brother.

I bury my face in my hands.
“Please, both of you go.” I’m crying fitfully now, harder than I have since I
was a small child. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… You both… I just…just
wanted—”

Warm arms close around me,
and I open my eyes to find Garret gathering me to his chest. Blake is standing
a couple of feet behind him, glaring but allowing his brother to comfort me.

“Oh, god, Garret, don’t. I
can’t take it. I’ve ruined everything.”

“Shh,” he whispers. “You
haven’t. You haven’t ruined anything, baby.”

“I can’t stand to see you two
fighting, and it’s my fault. I won’t do that to your family.”

“Shh,” he keeps saying,
rocking me in his arms.

“I can’t,” I moan over and
over.

Garret kisses the top of my
head, as I hide my face. “Just tell us what you want, Faith. If you—” He pauses
to swallow hard. “If you want to be with Blake, I’ll step out of the picture.”

“I can’t,” I mutter, finally
choking down my tears. “I can’t…choose.”

There’s the truth. I’ve
wanted Blake from the moment I saw him and Garret from the moment I first got
to know him. After this, I could never look at Garret and not remember what it
feels like to have his soft touch turn firm and directing, not hear his voice
telling me to talk dirty for him. I could never look at Blake and not thrill at
the thought of him calling me his good little bitch and bending me to his will.
I want…both of them.

An awful silence settles over
us, until Garret pulls a slow, deep breath into his chest. “You don’t have to
choose, Faith.” Reluctantly, I raise my face to look questioningly into his
eyes. “Blake and I know what it’s like to lose a woman we both love and who
loves both of us. I won’t lose you like that.”

My brow furrows. Surely he
doesn’t mean… I peek around his shoulder at Blake, who is standing apart from
us, looking solemn and dark. He glances up, catching my gaze with his. After a
moment, he comes toward us, circling around behind me. I feel his fingers
lacing into my hair, his thumb stroking my ear.

“I won’t, either,” Blake
whispers.

Disbelieving, I look from
Garret to Blake and back again.

Garret regards his brother
steadily, tentatively. “It won’t be the first time we’ve shared a lover,” he
says. “But this time, neither of us can get greedy about keeping her all to
himself.”

I shake my head. “No. No,
that would never… I mean, I’m not going to spend Monday, Wednesday, Friday with
one of you and… Just, no.”

Blake presses closer to me,
laying a kiss on my temple. “No, it would have to be both of us, all the time.
I’d be
somewhat
willing to try
letting Garret be your boyfriend in public. In private, you’d belong to both of
us.”

Garret nods. “Agreed.”

I gape at them. “Agreed?”

Blake brings his mouth to my
ear, whispering again. “You wouldn’t want that, Faith? Both of us in love with
you? Both of us using your beautiful body? Two Masters?”

I go still in Garret’s arms.
He must feel it, my sudden indecision, my flare of arousal.

Garret puts one hand on my
ass, on top of the robe, and pulls my body tighter to his. “I think she likes
that idea. But you have to say it, Faith. You have to say you want to belong to
both of us. Then, god help you, we’re going to take everything you’ll give us.”

Trembling with need,
excitement, disbelief, I cling to Garret but reach back to take Blake’s hand.
“I belong to both of you.”

Garret cups my cheek and
tilts my face up for a deep kiss, before Blake takes his place.

Once I’ve been kissed
breathless, Blake tugs gently at my hair. “Time to live up to that promise,
little Faith.”

Garret lets Blake take my
hand and lead me up the stairs, following close behind us. My bedroom is just
off the landing, easy enough to find. Inwardly, I’m glad I just changed the
sheets to the Egyptian cotton, so soft and smooth they seem like silk.

The brothers stand me at the
foot of my bed and take a couple of steps back, glancing knowingly at one
another. Garret sits down in a delicate, dark wood armchair to one side, his
legs planted apart and his crotch bulging, while Blake stalks back and forth
before me like a prowling animal.

“Take the robe off,” Blake
orders in a forceful voice. “You should be naked for us whenever we’re in
private.”

Feeling my skin flush with
heat, I draw my hands slowly up to the tie at my waist, unknot it, and let the
robe slide down my arms to pool on the light gold carpeting. Out of the corner
of my eye, I see Garret’s hand move to his hard-on. Desperate to suck his cock,
to worship him, to show him how much he means to me, I start toward the chair.

Blake catches me by one hand
and jerks me back. “No one said you could leave the bed.” He takes me by the
shoulders and tosses me onto the thick, down comforter. My legs part as I fall,
and he moves over me to hold my knees. “That’s what I want. Spread for your
Masters, little Faith. Show us your wet cunt.”

I squirm and whimper under
Blake’s gaze, feeling my pussy starting to burn and ache.

The elder brother releases my
legs and steps back. As he unbuttons and removes his jacket and shirt,
revealing a body every bit as toned and contoured as Garret’s, Blake orders,
“Touch your pussy, Faith. Show us how bad you need your Masters’ cocks.”

I hesitate, embarrassed at
the idea of masturbating in front of them, even after everything that’s
happened today. But I see Garret has unbuttoned his jacket and his pants, and
his hand is rubbing the bulge in his briefs, and he looks so fucking sexy. If
this is what they want, if it’s as sexy to them as they are to me…

I slide the middle finger of
one hand along the damp curls around my slit, then dip my finger between my
cunt lips.

“Deeper,” Garret says, his
voice husky with arousal. “Finger-fuck yourself, baby.”

Uncertainty and tension rise
within me at his tone, and I realize this is part of the excitement, being made
to struggle to please them, being made to admit I want to do and feel dirty,
slutty things. Blake unfastens his pants and pulls out his hard dick, longer
and smoother than his brother’s meaty cock but no less impressive. I plunge two
fingers into my cunt, imagining Blake’s long prick stabbing deep into me.

“I think she likes the look
of this,” he taunts, grabbing his dick and pumping it a few times with his
fist. When Garret pushes his briefs down to unleash the thick cock that fucked
me and stretched my pussy so good this afternoon, when I lick my lips and
finger my pussy faster, Blake chuckles. “I think she likes yours, too, little
brother.”

“She did today,” he growls.
“All tied up pretty in my office.”

Blake makes a tsking sound.
“Now I’m jealous. If I don’t get to be the first to fuck your tight pussy,
you’re going to have to offer me something else, Faith.”

I stop fingering my throbbing
hole to rub at my clit with fast, rough strokes. My moaning grows louder,
continuous. My aversion to acting so shamelessly is diminishing by the second,
overwhelmed by how glorious it feels to have them both looking at me with such
lust. “Oh, god, I need it. I need to be fucked.”

“You talk dirty, too, do you,
little girl?” Blake asks, and he bends over me and kisses me hard. “I like
that. More, Faith. Tell us what you want while you show us how bad that slutty
pussy needs to be fucked.”

Rubbing my clit furiously and
lifting my hips off the bed, I whine and pant. “Oh, please, I want you both to
fuck me. I need it.”

From the corner, Garret
moans, “She begs so sweet it could break your heart.”

“More, little slut,” Blake
orders. He is kneeling on the bed, pulling my head back by my hair, making me
watch him pump his hand up and down the long, rigid dick I want shoved up my
cunt and my ass and into my mouth.

“I want you to make me suck
your cocks,” I confess.

“And?” Garret prods, just as
he had in his office.

I bite my lip, nervous about
saying it, just as I had been when I admitted it to Garret. Whimpering, I say,
“I want you to bend me over and use my ass.”

“That’s quite a list, little
Faith,” Blake tells me. “It should keep us busy tonight. Let’s get started on
it.” His hand slides down the length of his stiff shaft until he’s holding his
cock just below the head. “Open your mouth for my dick.” Obediently, I part my
lips, and he rubs his cock teasingly over them before stuffing it into my
mouth.

Blake’s cock is warm and
salty in my mouth, and so long that he’s hitting the back of my throat and
making me tear up immediately. I breathe through my urge to cough and choke and
pull away and focus on sucking and using my tongue to massage the underside of
his dick as it slowly pumps my mouth.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Suck
it. Suck that cock, you beautiful little bitch.”

The way he’s talking to me
feels so wrong and makes me so hot. My frantic fingers work at my clit,
bringing me close, closer. But then Garret is there, on hands and knees between
my legs, pressing my hips back down to the bed and pulling my hand from my
pussy. His tongue takes its place, and I moan with my mouth stuffed full of his
brother’s cock.

“Fuck, yeah,” Blake says and
speeds up his strokes.

Garret’s hot tongue wriggles
between my pussy lips, and I whine, louder and louder. He backs off before I
can climax, and I cry out pleadingly.

Blake grins. “I think she
wants to come, Garret.” With both of his hands in my hair, Blake is pumping my
face in earnest now, making me gag with every forward thrust. “Is that right,
little Faith? Do you want to come?” I mew loudly, over and over. “Say it. Beg
to come.” My mouth full of cock, I can only garble the words. Blake, panting,
shakes his head. “I can’t understand you, slut. Louder.” The louder I plead and
squeal, the harder and faster Blake fucks my mouth.

When he drags his dick from
my abused mouth, I have a moment to gasp for breath before Blake’s lips cover
mine. I’m lightheaded with desire when he finally pulls back. “You gave Garret
your cunt already, so I’m going to fuck your tight little ass.”

Blake pushes my away, onto my
side, where I find myself face to face with Garret. While his elder brother was
fucking my face, he undressed, so his body is completely bare and warm against
mine. I moan his name and wrap my arms around his neck, so desperate for his
touch and his approval that I could cry.

“My sweet Faith,” he whispers
in my ear and lifts my thigh, urging me to wrap one leg around his waist. I
feel his broad, blunt dick lined up against my cunt lips and rub shamelessly
against him. “You need it so bad, don’t you, baby?” he asks, slowly pinching
and twisting my flushed tits.

I nod and whimper. “I do. I
need you, Garret.”

I can hear Blake rummaging
through my nightstand. “Remind her you’re her Master.”

Garret never takes his soft
gaze from my face. “When we’re in bed, you call me sir,” he instructs me
gently.

I gasp as something cold and
greasy smears my asshole. Blake is behind me with the tube of lubricant from my
bedside table. He jams two slick fingers up my ass. “You’ll call me Master.” I yelp
when he adds a third finger and twists his hand as he works them in and out of
my tender hole. “Say it, Faith.”

“Master,” I gasp. Blake
spreads his fingers out inside me. “Oh, god!”

“Shh.” Garret cups my cheeks,
making me look at him. “He knows what you want, baby. We both do.” His dick
nudges my pussy lips apart. “Look at me. Stay focused on me while I fuck you.”

“Yes, sir.”

This makes Garret smile.
“Good girl.” Then his cock is sinking into my tender snatch, already well-used
by him. He fills me again, in one smooth stroke that impales and stretches me
wide.
 
Buried in my cunt to the hilt,
Garret rocks so slightly, his body mashing against my clit.

“Oh, fuck me. Please, sir.
Pump your cock in me,” I plead breathlessly. I can’t take anymore. I want them
so bad I could weep. I need to come so bad it hurts.

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