Gas or Ass (21 page)

I
heard Caine come out of his room to shower while I dressed for school. By the time I was ready, I still hadn’t heard any sound from Colt’s room. The side door opened, then slammed. With a sigh, I gathered my books.

Colt stood in the breakfast room. His pajama bottoms were the soft knit kind he always wore. He shoved them down his hips. His cock was fully erect and his grin was lopsided. “Now, you can’t go to school until you prove you can take me down to here.” He set his thumb at a spot about an inch and a half below the head of his cock. “So you better get on your knees and get to work.”

I hurried to do as he demanded, discarding my books on the recliner. I knelt in front of him, my body already firing on all cylinders. He poised his cock at my lips and buried one hand in the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Open wide, baby.”

I held his gaze while I dragged my tongue around the head, savoring his taste. His eyes blazed, and I wondered if he’d forgiven me, or if this was some test I had to pass in order to get back in his good graces.

“Quit stalling. I want you to suck, not lick.”

I obeyed, parting my lips. He thrust forward. His cock filled my mouth and he winced when the tender skin snagged on my teeth.

“Don’t make me spank you. Watch those teeth.”

I tried, but he was wider than the roof of my mouth and it wasn’t like I could remove my teeth. I stretched my lips as wide as I could, but when he pressed forward, his thumb seemed miles from my lips.

“Stick your tongue out. Open wider.” I tried to do as he asked. The sensation wasn’t comfortable and despair swept over me.

He pulled back. “Take off your shirt. Play with your nipples.”

I tugged the shirt over my head and sat back on my heels. Pleasuring myself under his avid gaze made me wet. “Put your hands in your panties. I want to hear how wet you are.”

I grew a good deal wetter, thanks to the order. My fingers slid into my channel with embarrassing ease. “That’s right. Fuck yourself with those little fingers. Keep one hand on your breast, Shelby. Get yourself all hot and bothered.”

Just looking at him made me hot and bothered, but I didn’t think he was interested in a conversation.

“Rub your clit. Imagine those are my fingers.”

I shuddered at the first touch to the tender nub, but couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock. The heavy vein running along the underside throbbed and his scent surrounded me. The outright thrill from being kept from school in order to have sex made my blood pound. Each stroke across the nub brought me closer. I dragged my tongue across my lips, sensing my orgasm was close.

“Stop. Take your fingers out of your pussy.”

I moaned in protest. He bent and gripped my hair again. “Fingers out where I can see them.”

“But I’m about to come,” I panted.

He gave my hair a hard tug. “Put your hands on your thighs, Shelby.”

I wanted to continue. I wanted to obey. Obedience won. I pulled my hand out of my underwear and spread my fingers on my thighs. I throbbed with need.

“Now, try again.”

He surged deeper into my mouth, shutting off my breath, but I was so aroused, all I could think about was getting him inside me.

“Move your tongue. Flatten it and swirl it around my shaft.”

I tried to follow every command. He hadn’t moved his thumb from the spot and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make my lips touch his finger. He was just too thick. The corners of my mouth burned. I focused on stroking as much of him as I could, but despaired of ever being able to please him.

He pulled away with a scowl. “Stand up.” He tugged my hair, but didn’t let go until I’d struggled upright.

He slid his hands under my skirt and pulled my underwear down. Pivoting, he slung my books onto the floor and sat down in the recliner. Pausing to jerk his cell phone out of his pocket, he tossed the device onto the side table, then looked at me from under raised brows. “Come here.”

My heart raced. Something in his expression took my breath, but I moved to stand in front of him. He grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his knee. Before I could blink, he flipped me over and shoved my skirt up to my waist.

Sliding his hand over my bottom, he demanded, “You know why I’m about to spank you?”

Because I couldn’t handle a simple blowjob. I felt like a little girl, when he wanted a woman. I caressed the stinging corners of my mouth with the tip of my tongue. “Why?”

“Because I want you sitting on this little ass all day, thinking about me.”

I almost blurted that I did that anyway, but his hand came down, preempting my protest. The strike transported me to the evening he’d spanked me on the hood of the Mustang. I half-liked the pain, even though I felt like I shouldn’t. But since feminism didn’t seem to shine its light into this place, I absorbed each heated blow, squirming like a worm in hot ashes.

He paused to thrust a finger into me. “Such a dirty little sister, getting wet because her big brother’s giving her a much-needed spanking.”

“Why?” I gasped as his hand came down again. The outline of his hand covered my butt cheek, leaving a print that stung so bad, tears gathered in my eyes.

“Every fucking night, I can barely sleep because you’re right across the hall with your fingers in your pussy. Deny you do it, Shelby. I dare you. Deny you lie in bed and finger yourself, thinking about me. Give me a reason to spank you harder.”

His demeaning words were something else I felt I needed to object to, but they added to my arousal, so I bit my lip and tried not to think that I was becoming a freak. “I do it, almost every night.”

The next blow was much harder and the strike landed across the first, doubling the pain. I cried out in protest. “I said I did!”

“You said “almost.” Tell the fucking truth. You do it every night. You might fall asleep first, but when you wake up to take a shower, you crawl back in bed and spread your legs wide. Then you put your fingers in your pussy and when you come, you cry out my name.”

My cheeks were already flushed, but his guess was so accurate that they stung now, almost as badly as my ass. I tried to cover my scorched skin with my hands. “Okay, every night.” I didn’t do it every night, but objecting seemed pointless.

“Turn over.” He helped me roll onto my back. Pushing my knees to my chest, he pinned them with one arm behind my knees. I grabbed his arm to keep from tumbling off his lap.

He thrust a finger into me, moving in and out with hard strokes. The heat from his blows seeped through my skin, drawn toward my pussy as though by a magnet. The uncomfortable position underscored the difference between my petite build versus his strength and size, softening something inside me. I lost any will to fight, not that I’d have fought him, but he sent a primal message of dominance and my body didn’t ask my head’s permission to respond.

He picked up speed, thrusting deeper. I closed my eyes and got lost in the hard rhythm. The slick friction had me close now. Almost... I was almost—

To my frustration, he withdrew. Before I could pry my eyes open, a stinging blow landed on my slit. I gasped with pain. Smiling, he landed two more quick strikes. His fingers caught my clit, making the abused nub thud with a dull roar. This time, he forced two fingers inside me.

He twisted them, turning them back and forth, like he was trying to stretch me, then he returned to the in and out motion. The additional girth felt good after a moment. The pressure built and built, but he seemed to sense whenever I was about to come, and he’d pull out and slap my clit.

“Colt,” I moaned.

He gave me a stern look. “What? What do you need?”

“I need to be fucked.”

“I had things all set for you to get fucked the other night and you cried to come home like a little girl.”

“I’m sorry! I won’t do that again.”

Heavy steps sounded on the deck stairs. I struggled to get free, thinking that Mom and Dale had turned around, but between Colt’s arm pinning me down and his fingers inside me, I couldn’t move.

Colt’s smile told me the person coming through the door wasn’t my mother. “’Bout time you decided to get your ass back here.”

“Yeah, I was halfway to work, but just thinkin’ about what y’all might be doin’ had me hard enough to cut diamonds, so I turned around.” Caine’s voice sounded ragged. I heard the jingle of a buckle.

“Got her all ready for you. She never needed a cock as bad as she does right this minute.”

“That’s right brotherly of you.”

Colt withdrew his fingers. Caine leaned over the arm of the chair.

“That ass sure is glowing. I fucking like the way that looks.” Caine guided his cock into me. Colt moved his arm, but Caine leaned over me. Now, his chest pinned my legs to my shoulders. I gripped Caine’s sides. Colt thrust his hand between us, gripping a nipple.

As usual, Caine showed no mercy, thrusting hard and fast.

“Don’t fucking let her come,” Colt ordered. “You feel her tighten up, you pull out.” He wrenched the tender peak.

Caine managed a laugh. “She’s already so fucking tight I can barely breathe, Colt.”

“Fuck her. Drive that cock deep. Ask him nicely, Shelby.”

“Fuck me, Caine, please. I want my big brother to fuck me.”

Caine obeyed, pressing his face against my neck. The tendons down the backs of my legs screamed for mercy, but Caine changed to shorter strokes and the head of his cock hit that spot that drove me wild.

Colt let go of my nipple and found my clit. His strokes over the nub, combined with Caine’s motion had me on the edge.

“Pull out,” Colt demanded. “She’s gonna come.”

With a growl, Caine straightened. I whimpered when his cock slid free.

Colt slid his fingers inside me and scrubbed his thumb across my clit. “You come and I’ll stick my cock in your ass without lube, I swear to God.” He taunted the spot with a finger, then pulled his hand away. I panted, resenting the need to hold back.

Caine cocked his head and gave Colt a pointed look. “You know what? Someone’s been needin’ a dick in their ass.”

“Fuck her ass, Caine.” Colt egged him on. “Make her take that cock, brother. Pay her back for all the damn days she’s been struttin’ around here in those damn short skirts, knowin’ her mama’s watching us like a hawk.”

The hard look on Caine’s face told me this wasn’t about my clothing. This was about the car—for Caine. And another first for me that Colt didn’t want us to share, but all I could think this time was,
Thank God.

“Throw her over that table and fuck her for that.” Colt slapped my sore bottom.

Caine seized me by the waist and dragged me off Colt’s lap. He took three steps and set me on my feet, but turned me with hard hands on my shoulders. Gripping my waist again, he tossed me onto the breakfast room table, face down.

I heard the drawer in the coffee table slide open, then Colt moved to stand beside Caine. The glass panels in the storm door let me see when Colt slapped something into Caine’s hand.

Something cool slid between my buttocks. Caine pressed a finger against my pucker. He pushed into me easily, aided by the slick lube. I closed my eyes, enjoying the penetration.

Colt dragged a chair from under the table. Plopping into the seat, he reached between my thighs and pushed two fingers into my wet pussy.

“I think our little sister likes her big brother’s finger in her ass, Caine.”

“Wait’ll she feels my cock.” He gripped my sore buttocks, spreading me, then his cock was at my entrance. Colt didn’t pull out of me. He worked his fingers in and out, making me squirm. Could I handle both of them thrusting into me? Caine pushed forward. I cried out when he shoved past the tight ring of muscle.

“Dirty little sister. You should feel how wet she got when she felt the head of your dick in her ass.” Colt spoke, but I had no idea whose hand came down on my ass. “Beg for it.”

“I want my big brother Caine to fuck my ass while my big brother Colt fingers my pussy. I want my big brothers to make me come.”

“Atta girl.” Caine began to move. Colt kept pace and the twin sensations made thinking impossible.

Caine grunted, sliding in deeper. His cock and Colt’s fingers stretched me to my limit. Someone pressed a finger to my clit. Caine eased back until only the head of his cock remained in me. He surged forward.

My toes barely touched the floor. Every time Caine thrust into me, the edge of the table dug in just above my mound. His cock hit the same spot from the inside. One of them forced his thumb into my ass, making me moan. Colt twisted the fingers in my pussy. So many sensations slammed into me, I feared I might explode.

“Please, let me come, Colt.”

“Not yet. Little slut’s gotta wait. Fuck her harder, Caine. Stretch that asshole wide. Goddamn, that looks hot.” He gave my pussy a flurry of shallow thrusts. The sensation was so different from Caine’s slow, deep strokes, I nearly came. I had to come.

I battled the feeling rising inside me. It was hard to hold back and holding back got harder still when Caine said, “Fuck, she’s too tight. Pull out, Colt.” Colt slid his fingers out of me, but he pressed my clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“Come inside her,” Colt ordered. “Fill that little ass up with cum, brother.”

Over Caine’s grunts, Colt gripped the back of my neck and crooned, “Such a dirty girl. You’re going to school with Caine’s cum in your ass.”

Caine began to moan. I felt every hot spurt, and to my dismay, Colt removed his finger from my clit. It seemed like Caine came forever, but when he pulled free, tumbling to the floor with a sigh, Colt slapped my ass three times, centering the strikes on my slit.

Colt said something. I turned to glare into his smiling eyes.

“What?”

“I said, go to school.” He grinned. Being sent to school right this minute was unthinkable. “And you’re racin’ come Friday night. We’ll practice at the fairgrounds tomorrow night, and I between, someone needs to work on givin’ head. Good thing there’s two cocks here for you to practice on. You won’t win ‘em all.”

“Seriously, Shelby,” Caroline giggled at lunch, when I explained why I’d been late. “I think they’re both scared to death that you’re gonna slip up when your mama’s around. Sounds to me like they just look for ways to make you think they’re mad.”