Holly had a miserable childhood with a mother who didn't want her and a long string of pervy "uncles". When she comes to live with Travis and Clay on their ranch, she feels safe and loved for the first time ever. Inevitably, she falls in love with them, and they fall for her. Their love can heal Holly's emotional wounds, even though they are her half-brothers and already lovers.
*All characters are older than 18.* |
Holly woke, heart pounding and pussy throbbing. Another erotic dream had left her on the verge of coming. Knowing the fantasies were forbidden and would never happen left her more depressed than aroused. From experience, she knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep easily. With a sigh, she slid from the bed and padded from her bedroom on bare feet.
She tiptoed past her brothers’ room to avoid waking them as she made her way to the kitchen. After taking a jar of the milk she had collected from the cow by herself yesterday morning, she poured some into a mug. She was on the verge of putting the cup in the microwave when she heard a thump from outside. Setting the mug into the microwave, she left the door open and went to the window to peek out. She had lived on the ranch for five months now, but the lack of noise still bothered her sometimes. Hearing a disturbance had her fearing cougars or bears, though her brothers had told her there weren’t any wild animals near the property.
Holly’s mouth dropped open in shock at the sight that greeted her. Clay and Travis were near the back of the pickup truck. Naked. Together. As she watched, Travis bent Clay over the tailgate. A second later, he lubed up his dick and penetrated Clay’s ass. She shook her head, unable to believe what she saw. Entranced, she watched Travis fuck Clay, while Clay stroked his own cock. Realizing they were speaking, she bit her lip, torn between curiosity and caution. Part of her wanted to pretend she had never seen her brothers having sex with each other. Another part, the part that kept conjuring all those disturbing erotic dreams, insisted she stay.
Slowly, Holly lifted the window, making sure it didn’t make a sound. Their voices became audible when she knelt down to the opened space.
“God, that feels good, Clay.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve been dying for this.”
Travis continued thrusting into his brother’s ass. “It’s been too long since we had a loud, lusty fuck.”
“She wouldn’t even know—”
“We’ve talked about this. We have to be discreet when we’re fucking in the house.” Travis sounded impatient. “Holly would freak out if she found out about us. She has nowhere else to go. I don’t want her leaving. She’s too young to be on her own.”
Clay sighed. “I know, Trav.” He grunted as his hand moved faster up and down his shaft. “I can’t help wishing she was with us.”
Travis groaned. “I know. I want her too, but that’s not going to happen. We can’t even hint at how we feel.”
“I know.”
Holly reeled away from the window and started down the hallway. After a second, she returned long enough to close the window and take the mug from the microwave, dumping it down the sink. She didn’t want them to know she’d been in the kitchen.
In a daze, she returned to her bedroom, her mind awash in turmoil. She couldn’t process any of it—her brothers were lovers, and they wanted her. She knew she should react with disgust, maybe even fear, but her reaction was completely opposite. Excitement made her stomach flutter as she imagined the possibilities. Knowing they wanted her made it easier for her to accept the desire she’d felt for her half-siblings ever since she had shown up on their doorstep a few months ago. It made her feel like less of a freak. |
