A Bride for Two Brothers (7 page)

She pulled the garment over her head and discarded it. Clad in nothing but cotton panties and white knee socks, she approached the brothers.

“Don’t forget that any woman who belongs to us needs to be ready to strip whenever we tell her to,” Marcus said. Then each man lifted one of her breasts and inspected her dark nipples closely.

“Do you think they look okay, Quint?”

The laconic rancher gave a vulgar laugh. “She looks way better than just
okay
,” he said. His tongue darted out and began to stiffen the nipple he had been inspecting. Kelsey did not want to interfere so she clamped her hands to her sides and waited for Quint to finish.

Marcus rolled her soft panties down to the top of her knees. His hands cupped her bottom cheeks as he kissed her puffy sex lips. “Did you enjoy looking at this the week we kept her bare?”

“Hell yes,” Quint chuckled. “I never understood why you kept her tits covered.” He kissed each of her nipples in turn.

“That was a mistake I won’t repeat,” Marcus said. “This time I’ll only let her keep the socks.”

All three of them laughed. Then Marcus ordered, “Sit on my lap and lay back across Quint’s. The first pitch is almost ready.”

Kelsey had no interest in baseball, but she was sure she would enjoy this game. The men stared at the tube and talked to each other about the game, but she was never ignored. Their hands and lips constantly reminded her that she was not out of mind.

Somewhere around the sixth inning, Marcus went to the bathroom. She took her place on Quinton’s lap and leaned against his muscular chest. It felt very, very good.

She felt his cock harden in his jeans. Her hands reached behind her bottom, but he kept his man flesh under her and out of reach.

“Let me touch it,” she whispered seductively. But as soon as she heard Marcus’ footsteps approaching, she got back into her former place. When Quinton went to relieve himself a half hour later, she made no advance toward his brother.

By the time the seventh inning stretch arrived, Quinton covered her with a soft blanket. The game was an endless pitcher’s duel, and she fell asleep before it ended in extra innings. Amazingly, the men were able to carry her to their bed without waking her.

The room was pitch dark when she awoke between the brothers. Their bodies were as naked as hers, and they felt delightfully warm. She was careful to not wake them. Both snored peacefully, and each man touched her unconsciously from time to time. Kelsey drifted back into peaceful sleep.

* * *

An hour or so had passed when Marcus walked past the open door just as she awoke. She sat up and listed carefully. The men’s conversation seemed unusually loud.

“I’ll get the stock watered,” Marcus said in almost a shout.

“I’ll just sit here and drink my coffee,” Quinton replied in a voice that was almost as loud. Kelsey heard the door slam, and she jumped to her feet. She’d have Quinton to herself for about an hour. Once and for all, she could see how he felt about her. Kelsey was completely nude as she crept down the stairs. She could smell the strong coffee as she rushed into the room. “I’m glad were finally alone,” she said before realizing that Marcus was facing her instead of Quinton.

Marcus grabbed her wrist and smiled. “I’ve been wanting some time with you too,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Since you’ve stripped for me, we can get started now.”

Kelsey was so utterly taken aback that she began to babble without thinking about her words. It was a critical error on her part. “Oh, no! I wasn’t looking for you. I wanted to talk to Quint.” She squirmed frantically, but she could not get out of Marcus’s iron grip.

The door flew open, and a cold blast of frigid air raised goose pimples on her exposed skin. “What did you want to talk to me about?” Quinton roared. He clutched her other flailing wrist and pulled her away from Marcus.

“I don’t think she wanted to talk,” Marcus said. “I think she wanted you to fuck her without my knowing.”

Quinton drew back a hard hand and smacked Kelsey’s bottom. It was a much harder blow than the playful ones Marcus had given her from time to time. “Is that the truth, Kelsey? Are you trying to play one of us against the other? Speak up!” He stung her butt before she could speak.

“I can’t help the way I feel,” she pleaded. “I’m not as comfortable with Marcus as I am with you.” Quinton repaid her honesty by smacking her bottom again.

“You know that’s not the deal you agreed to. You will be with both of us or neither. We’ll give you time and even help you, but no more sneakiness.” He smacked her butt again. “Do you want to stay here or not?”

Kelsey could hardly believe her ears. She had never expected to hear such demanding words coming out of Quinton’s mouth. He was supposed to be the gentle, stoic brother. Quinton smacked her bottom again. He was clearly demanding an answer.

“I want to stay,” she whimpered. “I liked the things Marcus did. I just got stupid. I’ll do whatever either of you want.” Those were the most honest words she had ever spoken to them.

Quinton lifted a hand and delivered a long series of stinging spanks. He did not stop until her bottom and thighs were bright red. “Okay, are you willing to prove what you said?” he pried.

She nodded frantically.

He rested his hand on her inflamed flesh. “You owe my brother an apology too. You’ve may have hurt his feelings. How would you feel if a man you wanted said you were not good enough?”

Kelsey hung her head. It was a view of the situation she had not considered. She had agreed to try being the brothers’ lover, and they had certainly kept up their part of the bargain by giving her immense pleasure.

“Marcus, I’m sorry. I have not kept my promise.”

“That’s a beginning,” Quinton said, “but you’re going to have to do more.” He pulled her in front of Marcus and made her kneel. “Are you willing to give yourself to us? I mean
both
of us?”

She nodded.

Kelsey expected Marcus to take out his penis for her to suck. She was actually ready to perform the act to relieve her guilt. Their eyes locked onto each other’s for a long time. She was not sure what to expect when he extended a hand and stroked her cheek very tenderly.

“Quint and I are partially to blame here. We have moved too quickly with you,” Marcus said in a very soft voice. “We will have to
train
you a little more before you are ready to make a good decision about what you want.”

The idea of being “trained” sent a chill through her. Carl talked about “training” all the time, and she never liked the things he did in the name of training. Her anxiety began to grow.

Marcus bent and kissed her forehead delicately. “We will continue to date you if you wish, but we’ll go much slower.”

Quinton bent and kissed her cheek. “That’s right. Taking some time will make it better.”

Kelsey was stunned. What was happening? She had enjoyed the most wildly erotic times of her life with these two men, and now they were going to… What were they going to do? She tried to get back into control.

“I’m sorry I made a mistake,” she purred. “I’ll do anything
either
of you want.” She arched her back, but neither man took advantage of her proffered breasts.

“It’s time for you to get dressed,” Quinton said. “We all have a lot of work to do.”

* * *

By late afternoon, the kitchen was spotless, and a big pot of chili was simmering on the stove when the men finally returned. Kelsey had put on the same shorts and tee she had worn the first time they had made love to her. It couldn’t hurt.

Unfortunately, the outfit did not help. Both men were pleasant enough and they clearly enjoyed looking, but neither laid a hand on her.

Supper was uneventful. The men even kept their hands to themselves when she sat between them while they watched baseball. From time to time, she’d rest her head on one man’s shoulder or the other. For a split second, she even considered touching Quinton’s thigh. It was so close. Maybe he would want her again. Instead, she pinched her eyes shut and kept her hands in check. Risking more rejection or punishment was too dangerous. When the ball game got boring, she went to bed.

Kelsey’s sleep was invaded by nightmares about Carl. In the worst one, he tied her wrists to the luggage rack of his car.

* * *

She stood facing out and helpless.

“You’ve been very bad,” he growled menacingly. “I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He pulled out the switchblade he always carried and stroked her cheek with the back of the blade. Visions of merciless disfigurement filled her mind, but he did not cut her. Instead, he gave a sinister laugh and inserted the razor sharp blade beneath the top button of her shirt and sent it flying.

“You are going to be one sorry bitch when I’m through with you.” He slowly cut off the rest of her shirt buttons while she trembled in dread.

He closed the knife and slipped it into his pocket before spreading her shirt wide. His hands mauled her bra covered breasts ruthlessly, and he pinched her nipples through the thin cloth. After a few minutes of this cruel sport, he took out the knife again and cut her shirt and bra away. Nude from the waist up, she cringed as he grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. He gripped a nipple in each hand and shook her breasts roughly.

“I’ve been too easy on you. A bitch like you needs a strong hand. Hell, this stuff just makes you hot, doesn’t it?” He unbuckled her belt and slowly pulled it from the loops of her jeans.

Her eyes went wide as he stroked her unwillingly hardened nipples with the folded strap. He’d threatened to whip her breasts many times, and she was sure he was going to carry out that cruelty at once. Instead he pulled off her boots and socks. She screamed in shock when he grabbed her crotch without warning. His fingers ground the denim against her tender flesh.

“Are you wet, slut?” he taunted. “Let’s see how much you really like this.” She felt her zipper open slowly. A second later, his fingers invaded the front of her panties, and he explored her female flesh. After humiliating her for a while, he pulled her remaining clothing off and strapped a wide collar around her neck. She groaned as he attached a heavy leash, freed her hands, and bound them behind her waist.

“Time for us to go home.”

* * *

Kelsey screamed for several seconds, before she regained full consciousness. Thank goodness the noisy baseball game had covered her sounds. The dream had been amazingly vivid, and she needed a moment for her breathing and heartbeat to return to something like normal. She did not get any more sleep that night.

* * *

Sunday was the one day of the week that Kelsey had off. The brothers would microwave meals she had prepared in the last few days while she enjoyed herself.

What Kelsey liked the most about these days was getting to sleep in. She was no morning person, so she pulled her pillow over her head to block out the racket from the men’s noisy conversation. By the time they went to do their chores, she was ready for a cup of coffee.

She dressed and walked downstairs to fortify herself for the day. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, her eyes fell on the table, and she froze. A dog collar and leash were lying in plain view. A cold chill ran through her body. The brothers had said that she needed to be “trained”, and she realized that they were going to train her like Carl had. The bastards where going to collar her and drag her behind them on that damned leash. The thought sickened her. She was alone with them on this isolated ranch, and they could do whatever they wanted. Blind terror gripped her as she ran upstairs to get her purse.

Marcus’ pickup was parked outside, but he had not left the key in it. The only other vehicle at hand was Quinton’s four-wheeler. It started with a push button and not a key, so she hopped on and started south. If she could get to Inverness without getting caught, she might have a chance to escape.

The first few miles of Kelsey’s escape were exhilarating. She had never ridden a four-wheeler before, so feeling the wind in her face was exciting. But soon the rough ride became a little uncomfortable. Worse yet, the sunny sky had begun to darken. She glanced to the northwest and saw a threatening wall of clouds. Bolts of lightning illuminated the dark mass, and dust boiled near the ground. Kelsey knew that she was in the path of one of those terrible hailstorms that Quinton had warned her about.

She pushed the four-wheeler to its limit, but it was obvious she could not outrun the storm. The wind grew colder as the storm approached.

Just when she was sure she would meet her death in the storm’s fury, her salvation appeared. The road crossed a small stream, where a concrete culvert allowed the water to travel under the gravel. Kelsey slammed on the brakes and dismounted with barely enough time to crawl to safety inside the big pipe.

The cold water wet her jeans, but her crouching position shielded her from the menacing hail. She stared out in fascination as the wall of hail approached. Within seconds, the dusty ground was covered with baseball sized pieces of ice. She could hear the four-wheeler being destroyed in the maelstrom. Then after a moment, the storm’s raging sound was replaced by an eerie silence. She waited until she was sure the danger had passed before she crawled out of her refuge.

The bright sunlight had returned, and the air felt warm again. Kelsey barely had time to draw a full breath before Marcus’s pickup roared up. The hail had heavily damaged it in the brothers’ frantic rescue attempt. The brothers jumped out and rushed to her.

“Are you alright?” Marcus yelled.

“I’m okay,” she said as she stared down at the wrecked all-terrain vehicle. “I’m sorry your four-wheeler got totaled.” She ran her hands over her jeans in a futile attempt to squeeze out some of the dirty water. “Damn, my jeans are soaked!”

Marcus took hold of her upper arm and led her to the back of the truck. His grip was firm but not rough, and she did not resist. His next words shocked her. “Don’t worry, Quint and I are going to dry your jeans and warm your ass!”