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I drop my hand between my legs, pulling my nightgown up to expose myself. I’m already wet, wanting the touch I envisioned. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I hold in a small moan, placing the pad of my two fingers on my clit, slowly moving in a small circle. My hips flex, rolling with the movement, warmth spreading through my core. I increase the pressure and speed, my back arching off the bed of its own accord. I’m as sensitive down there as I am on my nipples.
It doesn’t take much for the burning pleasure to make my toes curl. I pinch my nipple harder, doing the same to my clit, rolling it between my fingers. My orgasm bursts through me, small but still so fucking nice. I arch my back more, a silent cry releasing from my lips. I don’t stop until my legs shake and my limbs turn to liquid.
Thankfully, I don’t squirt this time. It was too small of an orgasm with no internal stimulation, so at least I won’t have to flush with embarrassment when one of the maids comes to change the sheets. That has happened a few times over the years.
I fling off the cover, going over to the ensuite bathroom in desperate need of a bath to soak my body. It’s the only way I’ll start to feel better. That and some orange juice. I used to crawl into bed with Bastian and Dorian as well, but that option is completely off limits now. No more squishing between the two of them and letting their warmth bring me peace after a nightmare. I can’t take that risk.
As the door cracks open, a frightening growl is released, and I pause, freezing in place. My eyes dart around the room quickly, taking everything in. There are no melting walls, no snakes or shadows jumping out. Everything is exactly how it’s supposed tobe. I’m not in a nightmare at all, but it sounds like one of the demons is in my bathroom.
Another growl echoes, different from the first, only to turn into a moan. I take a small peek inside, making sure not to be seen, holding my breath. My shoulders drop, and I let out a sigh of relief seeing Bastian’s and Dorian’s bare backs with a towel wrapped around their waist. I also notice another door on the opposite side, one that must go into their room.
Fan-fucking-tastic. I’m sharing a bathroom with them. Great. Just great.
It wasn’t like living in the same place with them wasn’t going to be hard enough. Now I have the utterly pussy throbbing chance of running into them naked in the bathroom? I swear, the devil is trying everything possible to lure me into her darkness and trap me there forever. Twisted bitch.
It’s notnotworking.
My brothers groan again, a feral hiss coming from their lips at the same time. I step forward just a tiny bit to see what they’re doing, only to check that they’re okay and nothing else. I’m their little sister; it would make sense that I want to make sure they’re okay, right?
Shit, even the lies I’m telling myself are no longer believable.
Bastian twists, slamming his ass against the vanity sinks, and drops his towel to the floor. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering my gasp, my eyes widening. His hand tightly grips his cock, working the entire shaft, the head of his cock painted with pre-cum, making the four metal balls in the shape of a cross around the top glisten.
I’ve never seen a piercing like that. He hisses again, rubbing his palm over them, his head thrown back in pleasure. He’s gotten more tattoos since the last time I saw him, and one of them stands out like a neon sign. Over the top of his throbbing cock is a red tattoo that says ‘kiss me’. I want to crawl on myhands and knees and do exactly that: open my mouth wide and beg with my eyes for him to fuck my throat until I have tears streaming down my face. I want him so far back, he’s choking me until I can no longer breathe, but my lips can touch that tattoo and do exactly what it says.
I know I should move, that I should quietly shut the door and pretend I haven’t seen him, but he’s not alone in the bathroom. My other brother, his twin, is there with him, and I’m desperate to see what he’s doing.
Dorian lounges on the chaise lounge next to the clawfoot tub as he leisurely works his cock, watching Bastian with a deep intensity. His eyes blaze with depraved pleasure, a cruel smirk on his lips. The towel he was wearing is spread underneath him, his pale body shimmering with water droplets. His wet hair is brushed back, showcasing his angular jaw, and he has never appeared more like a god of darkness than he does in this moment.
Bastian’s legs shakes as he fucks his hand, cursing between his teeth, staring at Dorian like he’s about to kill him. The sound of flesh slapping has my pussy tingling, wanting me to touch it and join them in this fucked up moment…but I can’t. Fear paralyses me; I’m afraid that any movement will make them notice me, and if they notice me, they might stop.
Bastian snarls at Dorian, his eyes speaking even if his lips don’t. I’m not sure what he’s saying or what he means, but Dorian does.
“Hold it,” he orders, his smirk growing as Bastian curses at him.
“Bastard!”
He keeps fucking his hand roughly, a pained look flashing across his face, his hips stuttering as he does as our brother ordered.
Dorian keeps working his cock at a leisurely pace, but the more Bastian curses at him, the more I see little twitches in his body. His legs go stiff, spine straightening, and his grip tightens.
“Oh, fuck. Dorian!”
Bastian moans loudly, and my eyes fly in his direction, worried I missed his release. His other hand is cupping his balls, but he hasn’t come yet.
“Hold it,” Dorian barks, releasing a toe curl growl as he spills all over his chiselled stomach, decorating it in with his cum.
Bastian storms forward, towering over his twin, watching with deep fascination at every drop that expels from Dorian’s cock. He licks his lips, punching his hips, fucking his hand harder.
“Now,” Dorian orders, and Bastian snarls, shooting his load all over his brother’s chest, their releases mixing together.
Dorian’s hand shoots up, catching Bastian’s chin before he’s finished. “Get on your knees and clean up our mess,little brother.”
My brain stops working. I unfreeze and pinch myself all over my arm—this can’t be reality. Surely, I’ve fucking died and ended up in some sort of twisted hell, because this doesn’t happen. It shouldn’t happen. I've fallen down a rabbit hole and found myself in a nightmare land where everything that shouldn't be done is being done, where right is wrong and wrong is right. But if I am, I don’t want to ever escape.
Bastian crashes to his knees, his tattooed hands gripping Dorian’s thighs, digging his fingers into his flesh until he snarls. Bas chuckles, leaning forward, dragging his tongue through their mess, humming in delight.
I gasp again, but this time, I can’t catch it, and it echoes into the bathroom. Dorian grips Bastian’s head, keeping him there, but his slowly rises. I duck out the way before he can see me, running over to the bed, chucking myself under the duvet, shutting my eyes. My heart pounds in my chest, my sexthrobbing so painfully, it actually aches. I’m not sure if I want them to come in and catch me knowing what they were just doing or hope that they had no idea.
