A Bride for Two Brothers (5 page)

Marcus stepped behind the girl and flexed his belt a time or two. “I want you to count the blows,” he said. “Any spank that you don’t count will be repeated.” He lifted the belt high overhead and cracked the wide leather strap across the widest part of her bared bottom.

She had never felt such burning pain. Marcus struck again before she could think of speaking. The third fiery spank loosened her tongue. “Oh my god, that’s three!”

He striped her again. “I never heard ‘one’ or ‘two’. None of these will count until you get the number right. Start over.” The leather flew again and seared her twitching bottom.

“Please, I’m sorry. One!”

“You can keep counting until I spank again,” Marcus said in an unexpected demonstration of mercy.

“Oh thank you,” she wailed. “Two, three, four, five.”

“Don’t expect any more extra chances,” Marcus growled. He spanked her ten more times as she dutifully counted each blow. Her bottom was fiery red when he paused. “How does your ass feel now?”

“It hurts. I can’t stand any more. Please, please stop.”

“Did you hear that, Quint. She said ‘please.’ It’s amazing how polite a girl with a red butt can be.” He laid his palm on her roasted bottom. “Are you ready to apologize to my brother?”

“Oh yes. I’m sorry for what I said. Please forgive me.”

Quinton stared at her well striped bottom. His eyes wandered up and down her exposed lower body. “I forgive you, but if you run your mouth again, my brother and I will have to give you more.” He ran his tongue across parched lips.

“Kick off your shoes and step out of the jeans,” Marcus ordered. She did not dare resist, and Quinton picked up the discarded jeans, panties and shoes. “Stand up and face us,” Marcus said.

She tried to cover her crotch with her hands as she obeyed.

“Put your hands on top of your head,” Marcus barked. Her face flamed as the men’s eyes looked at her shamelessly. Not only was her cleanly shaved pussy mercilessly exposed to their view, it was also dripping. Quinton licked his lips again.

“What did you have to do after the last time we spanked you?” Marcus asked.

“I had to stand in the corner and think,” she whined.

“That’s right. Get to it.”

Kelsey assumed the humiliating position quickly. She had no doubt that the men had seen her wetness, and she hated herself for it. What was wrong with her? What kind of slut did they think she was? The brothers made her stand silently for several minutes.

“You’ve paid for what you said to Quint,” Marcus said. “You still owe for what you said to me.”

Kelsey groaned. “Please don’t do any more. I can’t stand it, and I really am so sorry.”

“I’m guessing that you’re more sorry for how much your butt burns than for what you said.” He snapped the belt in the air and the loud crack made her shout. “I believe you’ll do the same thing the next time you don’t like what my brother and I say or do.” He cracked the belt harmlessly again. “Why should I let you off?”

“Oh, sir. I really am sorry. I’ll prove that I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be so good.”

Quinton and Marcus burst into laughter. “That’s enough,” Marcus said. “I’ll give you a choice. Your thighs are still white. I can give you ten stripes on them, or I can suspend your sentence for a week. If you behave for that long, your debt is paid. If you screw up, expect twenty lashes with my riding switch. Which will it be?” Kelsey had no idea what a riding switch was, but she chose the suspended sentence anyway.

“You may regret that choice,” Quinton said. “Since there is just the three of us, we’re going to help you remember what you’ve promised. For the next week, you will have to keep your bottom bare as a reminder. You can wear shoes and a top, but nothing else. Understood?”

She could not believe that Quinton would humiliate her like this, but she agreed.

“What if somebody comes to the house?”

“Don’t go to the door and get upstairs,” Marcus said. “Your butt stays bare for a week with no excuses. It you cover it, we’ll stripe your thighs. Now get us each a beer. There’s a baseball game on.”

Kelsey groaned and headed to the refrigerator. Quinton motioned for her to sit between the men on their long leather sofa. She watched the whole game with her legs pressed tightly together. It had to be the longest ball game on record. She walked to the kitchen and fixed some sandwiches. When she returned with them, she tried to cover her crotch with her free hand. Marcus frowned, wagged a finger, and shook his head. Her humiliation would include keeping her pussy exposed. She resented the unspoken demand, but kept quiet.

By the time evening came, Kelsey was furious. The men had ogled her relentlessly, but did nothing more. No girl likes to be ignored, especially when she’s half naked. She fumed for a few days until a new thought popped into her head. Her butt had stopped burning and she suddenly realized that her forced exposure presented her with an opportunity. She had wanted to get Quinton’s attention, and her semi-nudity provided the perfect opportunity. He was watching and she’d make sure he had plenty to see.

First, she made sure to wiggle her bottom and bend to present a provocative view whenever Marcus was out of the room. Quinton had to adjust his pants more and more often. Why didn’t he make some move? She even began to sleep nude with her door open. How much of an invitation did he need? She finally gave up trying to seduce Quinton. Maybe she wasn’t his type.

* * *

The day after her bare bottom sentence had ended, the first snow of the season had fallen overnight, and the fields were covered in a uniform white blanket. Kelsey lit a blazing fire in the room’s huge fireplace, and she sat on the living room couch dressed in frayed denim cutoffs and a white cotton tee shirt. The shorts were scandalously short, but what did it matter? The guys had seen far more and done nothing. Men never found her attractive, and a tiny tear formed in the corner of one of her blue eyes.

The fire’s warmth felt very good on her bare thighs. The Whittington brothers were doing fence mending or some such chore, so she fell asleep watching TV with Bonnie curled on the floor below. Then suddenly Kelsey’s relaxing afternoon was interrupted, and she opened her eyes and found Quinton sitting beside her.

He was looking directly at her face. As soon as they made eye contact his hand moved to her bare thigh and began to caress the sensitive skin. “What are you doing?” she asked.

His fingers slowly moved from her knee pit to the frayed leg of her shorts. She had not been with a man in weeks, and Quinton’s brazen fondling was very exciting. “I’m giving you what you’ve been asking for,” he whispered.

Her eyes darted around the room. Thank goodness, Marcus was nowhere in sight. “Why did you wait until now?” she whispered as his index finger slipped far enough up the leg of her shorts to make contact with the elasticized opening of her panty’s leg. She drew an anxious breath.

He bent and kissed the middle of her trembling inner thigh. “I can stop if you want me to,” he teased. “You have very nice legs.” She gasped as her ran his wet tongue down her inner thigh. “They’re good enough to eat.”

Kelsey had no idea what had ignited Quinton’s amorous fires, but she was not about to complain. She reached for the crotch of his jeans and squeezed the pulsing bulge she found. He sighed as she milked his rod, but he grabbed her wrist when she tried to unzip his fly. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You’ll get your turn to play with me in a little while. For now, keep your hands to yourself and enjoy.” He pulled the tail of her tee out of her shorts and lifted it to the bottom of her breasts. She did not like him focusing so much attention on her belly and she tried to push the tee’s hem back in place. “I told you to keep your hands out of the way,” he chided.

“I’m too fat,” she whined. “Don’t look at me.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re beautiful, and I am going to see all of you before we’re done.” His hand cupped one of her succulent breasts. It was firm, covered by the soft tee and unencumbered by a bra. She did not resist when he lifted the shirt tail and finally exposed her mounds. Her nipples and areolas were already dark with desire. He flicked her swollen nipples with his tongue and she gasped. Her reaction was even more intense when he sucked the hard bud between his lips and trapped it between his teeth. He tongued and sucked her succulent teats until she whined lustfully. His hand returned to her bare thigh. “Is your pussy getting hot yet?”

“Oh yes,” she groaned. “You’ve made me so wet.”

His hand cupped the crotch of her shorts and felt the moist heat radiating from her molten sex. She groaned as his fingers unzipped her shorts. “I liked seeing your cunt last week. Did you enjoy showing it off?” He gripped her open shorts and pulled them down and off. Only her panties covered her pussy.

“Oh god,” she gasped. “I loved being bare for you, but I wasn’t sure you cared. Why didn’t you touch me?”

“You’re such a horny, horny girl,” he growled. “You were being punished. Not being touched was part of the punishment.” His fingers ran along the sides of her panty covered slit. “Bad girls don’t get pleasured.”

“Am I being good enough now?” Her voice was drenched with desperate arousal.

He inserted his thumb into the top of her panties and peeled them off. She lifted her sex for his touch.

“Stand up,” he whispered. She did not understand why he gave that command, but she was anxious to move on. He pulled a black bandanna from a pocket and folded it into a wide strip. “Have you ever been blindfolded?”

“No,” she lied. Carl had covered her eyes a few times for punishment, but she was sure Quinton would give her pleasure.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.” He reached behind her head and tied the dark cloth. It blocked every bit of light. Now robbed of sight, Kelsey felt all her other senses intensified, especially her senses of hearing and touch. Quinton lifted her tee again. This time he did not stop at her chin, but pulled it over her head. He was careful to keep the cloth tangled around her wrists when they were stretched above her head.

She marveled at how skillful Quinton was with his hands. He held her entangled wrists with one hand while the other roamed across her body. He teased her slit, toyed with her breasts, rolled her nipples, and stroked her face. He palmed her bottom and slid his hand up her back. It was so huge that it spanned both her shoulder blades. He was huge and made her feel so small.

A slight rustling sound behind her caught her attention. She tried to listen, but Quinton kept her too deliciously distracted to figure out what made the soft sound. His lips and tongue began to work on the side of her neck, and she began to melt. She felt his finger part her labia and begin to harden her clit. Quinton Whittington knew how to finger fuck a girl. He stroked her slippery opening with one hand and hardened a nipple with another.

All those touches felt so good that she needed a moment to realize that they felt too good. It fact, they felt impossibly good. Quint had one hand in her pussy, one on a nipple and a third was holding her wrists above her head. “What’s going on,” she barked. “Did you grow another hand?”

A fourth hand claimed her other breast before Marcus spoke. “We’re busted little brother.” She trembled as he began to kiss and tongue her shoulders.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Quinton growled good naturedly.

“Her titties are too good to resist.” He squeezed her twin mounds with just enough force to make her groan.

“Let me go,” she squealed. “You guys tricked me!” Quinton pulled the tee shirt off to free her hands.

“It’s not a trick,” Marcus said as he rubbed the front of his pants against her bare bottom. “It’s a demonstration.”

“A demonstration of what?” she roared. “Both of you take your hands off of me.” Neither man complied.

“We are teaching you how good four hands and two mouths can feel.” Marcus said as he squeezed her breasts again. “Don’t bother lying. You’ve loved every minute of it.” Before she could form any answer, Quinton took hold of her jaw and kissed her hard.

She used her newly freed hands to pull off the blindfold. After a few seconds of eye blinking, she glared at both of them. “This is not fair. The two of you stripped me and groped me without letting me know what was going on!”

Marcus smacked her bottom playfully. “And we gave you a very pleasurable time. Hell you would have come in another minute.” He was still behind her. He brushed her curls aside and kissed the side of her neck sensuously as his hands squeezed her twin mounds. Quinton continued to hold her face and explore her mouth with his tongue.

The pleasure she was feeling made it hard to think, let alone talk. Kelsey could not deny what Marcus said, but she was still stunned by what had happened.

“But why did you do it?”

Marcus swatted her bottom again. “Quint and I always share a woman. We’ve been doing it for years. We started when we were in high school. None of the girls ever complained except Maggie. That’s why she took off.” He gently took hold of Kelsey’s arm and led her to the big sofa. The brothers took their places on either side. Each man took one of her knees and gently pulled her legs apart. Within seconds, twenty male fingers were busy arousing her.

“I never heard of such a thing,” Kelsey stammered as her heat began to grow. Marcus put his free hand on the back of her neck and guided her mouth to his. Her eyes went wide when he drove his tongue past her lips. The feeling of being penetrated by Marcus’s tongue and the fingers of both men left her breathless.

“You live and learn,” Marcus said. “If you want to play with us, you need to understand a few things. First, Quint and I will share you with each other but no one else.”

“I understand.”

“Second, we are looking for more than sex. We want a relationship. Sex will be an important part of that, but we want your submission more. We believe that a man should cherish, protect, and provide for his woman, and she ought to submit to him.”

That idea made Kelsey stiffen. Carl had talked a lot about “submission,” but he used that word to describe a harsh slavery where she was regularly humiliated and punished but seldom cherished or protected. She had surrendered to him too quickly, and she did not want to make the same mistake again. “I’m not sure I’m ready to submit.”