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Blackmailing Benjamin: Chapter 4

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hen Ben was finally face-to-pussy he looked at it like he’d just had a nice date with my snatch and wanted to give it a memorable kiss good night. And then his lips were suddenly pressed against me, his tongue buried as deep as it would go. The invasion happened so fast I could barely process the intense, unexpected sensation of his eager tongue slipping between my folds.

“I kind of thought you were gay,” I whispered to the top of his head when I could finally catch my breath. I threaded my fingers through his hair and clenched it tight after the first sweet flick against my clit. He was good…too good. He seemed to know precisely what pattern to lick that would blow my mind. I didn’t want him to stop, but I hated that I loved it so much.

“Oh, fuck, Ben. This is so wrong,” I said when it started to feel way too nice to deny. Like it would’ve been okay to have my brother lick my pussy if I didn’t enjoy it.

Ben chuckled against me. “Yeah, it is. That’s why I love it. That’s why I love you.”

I froze at the words. “Ben? You don’t really mean that, do you?”

He paused and spoke into my snatch, his lips brushing me with each word. “I’ve loved you for a decade, Kat. You’ve just been such a bitch I didn’t have the balls to tell you. Andre knew.” He glanced over his shoulder at the man who had apparently betrayed me.

“I’m not going to
fuck
you…you’re my brother!” I pulled away from him, suddenly too conscious that I’d lost control of the situation. It was one thing to suggest doing it to toy with him, but now that the tables had turned I was scrambling to figure out how to get out of it.

“You just had my tongue in your snatch, Kat!” Ben yelled from his solitary kneeling position on the floor where I’d left him.

“Yeah, and it was nice, but you’re still a fucking asshole!”

As adamant as I was about it, my libido had other ideas. I hadn’t quite come from his glorious tongue, though he’d gotten me close. And I kind of hated Andre for orchestrating the entire thing and then standing back to watch the fallout. He was still there, with that stupid, sexy grin of his, and I was furious about all of it.

“You! You bastard!” I launched myself at Andre. “Did you plan this? Did you know already?”

Andre laughed and grabbed my wrists. He was too strong for me and I fell against him. It took a second for me to remember that I was actually still naked, and he was very much aware of it. He held me against him, his soft lips whispering, “Let him make love to you. He needs it.”

“He’s my brother,” I murmured.

“Not really…I know that much,” he whispered. “He needs to get over you to be with me, though. I love him and you’re just standing in the way, sweetness. So just let him, alright?”

He kept a tight hold on me and pulled me toward the bed. He lowered himself onto it and lay back, holding me tight to his chest while he did. The motion left me prone on top of him and I could feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans against my hip

It was the first time I’d been that close to him and I was suddenly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the situation.

“Why don’t you fuck us both?” Ben’s voice came from behind. I turned and gave Ben a questioning glance over my shoulder. “You want it, don’t you, Kat? I want to see you come undone while I fuck you. If that means sharing you with Andre…” He smiled. “Well, I’ll gladly share.”

It occurred to me suddenly that I could get out of this the same way I got into it…I could threaten to tell my stepmother her son was gay just to keep him from fucking me.

“You don’t have to do this, Ben. Mom doesn’t need to know you’re a deviant perv if you just stop now…”

“Is that why you’re so wet?” he asked. His fingers slipped deep into me from behind. “Jesus, Kat. Did I do that to you? Who’s the deviant perv?” He chuckled and pressed his fingers deeper.

“Fuck you, Ben.” I only managed to get the words out before I lost my breath completely. His fingers made me want to whimper and squirm at how good they felt but Andre still held me too tight to gain any traction. Andre chuckled and tilted his hips up into me.

My mind was turning to mush under Ben’s touch. He stroked his thumb against my asshole and did something incredibly delicious with his fingers just as he slipped his thumb past my puckered opening. I couldn’t repress the cry of pleasure, but I also couldn’t let this go on. I spread my legs wider—to give myself more leverage to get away, is what I told myself—but it left me even more exposed. At that same second one of Andre’s hands moved between us to finish unzipping his jeans and pull out his cock. The hot length of it pressed into my belly and I tilted my hips reflexively, aching to feel his hot, smooth skin rub me in the same spot that Ben was already teasing relentlessly

“You like that, huh?” Ben asked. “How would you like both of us inside this tight pussy of yours?”

My clit throbbed and I twitched my hips again, trying my best to angle enough to brush the sensitive bundle against Andre’s cock. I needed to rub on something, that’s for sure. I squirmed until one of my arms made it between us and I could finally reach down and wrap my fingers around that glorious thick shaft.

Andre moaned at the stroke I gave him and sank his teeth into my shoulder. He was becoming less of a target and more of a hindrance to me getting at Ben, though. I was too aware of the presence of those fingers, especially now that Ben had what felt like all four of them buried deep in my pussy while his thumb still worked at my asshole. And I couldn’t shake the idea of his beautiful cock still looming back there, hard as a rock and ready to sink into me.

I hadn’t done this to get my rocks off as much as I had to humiliate my stupid brother, but here I was, held down with him fingering me to distraction.

“Are you gonna come like this, Kat? Or would you rather come on my cock? Why don’t we try that now?”

“Oh, God, Ben. We can’t.” Even as I said it, my body betrayed me. My hand stroked Andre faster and my pussy clenched hard around Ben’s fingers. He was perilously close to actually making me come and the mere suggestion of having him fuck me to climax made me even wetter. As lovely a cock as my brother had, my craving him was just as much about how very wrong it was to want him inside me.

“I think we can. Turn her over, Andre.”

Blackmailing Benjamin: Chapter 5

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he huge, dark arms that held me shifted and gripped my shoulders. Andre turned me like a rag doll and I didn’t even resist. My ass came to rest against his pelvis and his cock sprang loose between my legs, canting slightly to the right and resting hotly against my thigh. He scooted us both farther back on the bed, every flex of his muscular chest tickling against my back.

I got a nice view of Ben from that angle. He seemed like a stranger to me now, though. I didn’t see my jerk-face of a brother anymore. I saw the lean muscled strength of an athlete and a lovely face flushed with lust. His blue eyes blazed with desire and my entire body tingled under his gaze. He was targeting
me
with that look, and gently stroking his own cock while he did it.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about having you just like this?” he asked. “God, you are so beautiful and you don’t even seem to know. I think that’s the thing I love most. That and your epic tits. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who has tits as spectacular as yours are. And fuck if that tattoo doesn’t make them even more gorgeous.”

I couldn’t even respond. I was too anxious about the way he casually sauntered closer while he spoke, until the bed dipped from him climbing on and straddling my legs where they were pinned by Andre’s. But when he made the comment about my tits, I heard Andre murmur a sound of agreement in my ear and his embrace of me shifted. Both his hands slid higher and cupped my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my already hard and sensitive nipples.

“That’s right,” Ben said, his lips curling into a wicked, hungry smile. He leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side. I don’t know what it was that made me moan from pleasure the most—the fact that his cock slid along the top of my pussy or his lips wrapping around one of my nipples. He rolled the hard nub around with his tongue and Andre whispered in my ear. “You like that tongue of his, don’t you?”

Yeah, I did. But it was something else that made my mind go blank from pleasure. With one hand Ben gripped his cock and swiped the tip up and down between my lust-wettened folds, then pressed it teasingly at my entrance.

“This is it, Kat,” he said, pulling back and looking directly in my eyes. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock.”

I did squirm and whimper then, just to get closer. I was having a really hard time figuring out how to actually articulate words as simple as, “Yes, please fuck me, Ben.” My pussy ached to have him in me. As if sensing my need, Andre hooked both his feet around my lower legs and spread me wider.

“She’s ready, aren’t you, Kitty Kat? I can feel your pussy juice leaking all over me.”

“Yes,” I finally managed to squeak out just as Ben tilted his hips and thrust into me a tiny bit. It couldn’t have been more than the first inch or two of his cock, but the sweet stretch of him finally being in me made me cry out.

“Oh, fuck, you’re tight. And here I thought you were such a little slut the last few years. I hated the idea of anyone else ever fucking you. How many men have you fucked, Kat?”

Jesus, he wanted to have a conversation? I twitched my hips trying to get him in deeper, but he smirked and pulled back.

“You want more of me, you’ve gotta spill. How many?”

I wracked my brain. There had been a handful but none so well endowed as my brother or Andre. And it had probably been a year since the last guy—the tattooist.

“A few? I don’t know. And for the record I fucking hate you. Now will you just fuck me?”

“Only if you promise me something. Promise me after tonight only my cock gets to be inside you. Because I’ll fucking kill any other man who touches you.”

I heard a throat clearing right in my ear. Ben glanced at Andre and smiled. “Well, me or Andre, I guess.”

I doubted I could hold to a promise like that but I wanted him so badly I nodded. The sweet, slow friction of his cock sinking into me made me flutter my eyelids in pleasure.

“Ben…Oh, God…” Before I could get out more words his mouth descended on mine, his tongue invading with its sweet, malty flavor. He’d been drinking beer. The flavor hit me in the most abstract way as I kissed him back. Of course my brother the pretty frat boy would taste like beer.

More than that, though, the feel of his mouth claiming mine shattered my former impressions of him as the irritating, too-pretty, too-arrogant brother I’d grown up with. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and full of promise. Then his cock plunged into me with a sudden, swift thrust and all the broken pieces of that old impression were swept away like detritus in a strong wind.

I clung to him with both hands, devouring his kiss with my own hungry lips. Andre’s hands shifted, one still clutching my breast and teasing my nipple, while the other moved somewhere beyond my field of vision. It wasn’t until I felt his cock shift along my inner thigh that I realized what he was after.

Ben realized it at the same time, and slowed his fucking, pulling out long enough to help. I watched down my pinned torso as Ben gripped Andre’s huge black cock and stroked it once. He aimed the tip at my pussy and swirled the swollen head around my slick clit, the sensation sending swift jolts of pleasure through my body.

Holy shit, he knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t ready to stop there.

He slid his own shaft against Andre’s and held them tight in one fist, one dark and one light, aiming them both at my hungry pussy. The slow stretch of both cocks entering me hurt at first, but I was so wet, they only had to thrust a little to sink deeper. Once both tips slipped inside me, I think my brain shut down from the pleasure of them filling me to my utmost limits.

I was nothing but a moaning ball of intense pleasure when Ben eased himself down onto me and shoved harder into my aching snatch. At the same time, Andre thrust from beneath, the pair of them finding an agonizing rhythm that threatened to destroy my sanity the way every millimeter of my sensitive channel was being rubbed while they fucked me.

Andre’s hand slipped around and found my clit. He murmured harsh filth in my ear as his cock shoved deeper and his fingers rubbed the needy little nub in just the right way.

“You like these two big cocks filling you up, don’t you? Jesus, Kitty Kat, your pussy is so sweet and tight, I can’t wait to get a taste of it when we’re done. I’m gonna lick our cum right out of you.”

The words cascaded through me in a low rumble, the sounds vibrating through his chest and into my ears. The very idea of what he suggested was too much on top of all the other sensations my body was bombarded with. The fullness of both huge cocks invading me relentlessly had me ready to surrender. My pussy tingled and pulsed under Andre’s steady attention and my muscles clenched around both cocks as I let go with a quavering moan.

“That’s right, Kat. Give it up. Oh, Christ I’m ready to shoot my load in you, sis.” Ben’s gaze held mine, his brow glistening with sweat.

I lost control of my body when it happened. Both of them let out loud grunts and groans at the same time when my muscles spasmed, my entire lower body seizing up. My orgasm seemed like a living thing invading my body. It took hold in an instant and held me in a tight embrace. Then left behind a remnant of need. Not need for pleasure, though…what it left behind was a need for love.

Ben raised a hand and clutched at my hair, lowering his mouth to mine again and plunging his tongue between my lips in a desperate kiss while his cock pulsed inside me.

The entire world disappeared in that moment. I may have actually passed out from the pleasure, but one stark thought kept going through my head: “I think I’m in love with my brother.”

Blackmailing Benjamin: Chapter 6

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hen I finally opened my eyes, Ben was still hovering over me, his own eyes wide with amazement. His arms began to shake from the effort and he finally moved, rolling off me and laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Andre shifted beneath me.

“Slowly, Kitty Kat. I’d like to feel you for a second all to myself,” he said. He pushed back into me with a couple lazy thrusts, before extracting his flagging cock and releasing me. A very vivid emptiness was left behind now that both of them had vacated my body.

Andre gently rolled me off him and disappeared through a doorway on the other side of the room. I lay on my side, staring at my brother.

“Did you mean everything you said?” I asked softly. I wasn’t a very trusting person, as a general rule. In fact, it was Ben’s fault that I wasn’t, after all the cruel pranks he used to pull on me when we were younger. I generally gave as good as I got, but his confessions tonight had added an unexpected layer of perspective to our entire childhood.

“I think it’s the first time I haven’t lied to you,” he said. He turned his head to look at me. For the first time in my life, he looked terrified.

“Jesus, Ben. Have you been holding this in you all these years?”

“Do you hate me now? More than you did before, I mean.”

I reached out a tentative hand and placed it on his chest, trying to ignore the way I shook as I did. He reached up and gripped my hand tightly.

“I guess I wish I’d known,” I said.

He let out a shaky laugh. “It’s not like we could’ve done much before. I just knew when the idea of a perfect woman came up that you were it for me. It kind of broke my heart that you couldn’t stand to be around me.”

“What about Andre?”

“He’s the perfect man for me.”

I raised an eyebrow. His bold declaration made my esteem of him rise a few notches.

“He is…amazing,” I said, remembering every little subtle piece of Andre’s part in the game thus far. He was good at being the director in the background, handing cues to the both of us. I kind of wanted to reward him for it. Give him the focus he deserved.

“I love you both,” Ben said softly. “Is that fucked up? I mean, what would Mom say if she knew what a fucking pervert I am? I’m in love with two people…a gorgeous black man for one…and my own sister.”

He looked so tortured by the revelation my heart ached.

“Ben, sweetie…” I climbed on top of him and stared down into those big blue eyes I’d always hated seeing but kind of loved like crazy just now. “For one thing, Andre is a work of art. Loving him is a no-brainer. Why you’d love me is confusing and makes no fucking sense. We’ve always hated each other.”

“Maybe you hated me. I always loved you. I just hated that you didn’t love me back.”

I kissed him instead of crying on him. My beautiful brother was apparently capable of saying very sweet things that totally disarmed me. His arms wrapped around me and the world tilted. When he had me on my back he raised up and looked into my eyes.

“I’ve always loved you and I always will. Please stay with us?”

“Us?” I asked.

The thundering rumble of a voice came from across the room. “He means me.”

I turned my head to look. Andre stood entirely naked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. The dim candlelight gleamed on his smooth, dark muscles. He shifted to grip the doorframe behind him, leaving his entire torso uncovered. The light played down his body all the way to his flaccid cock that hung like a heavy weight between his legs. The man was truly beautiful. And now he seemed like he was hanging on my answer as much as my brother was.

I had no idea how to respond. The pair had just banged me silly and now they were both asking for more. None of the other men I’d had sex with had showed any more interest in me than “let’s do this again sometime.”

“What do you want? Just to fuck sometimes?”

I directed the question at Andre, but Ben answered. “No. We want you. Kind of forever.”

“Kind of forever…Jesus, Ben, that sounds…” How did it sound? Incredibly romantic and sweet. My brain imploded a little at that idea. Romantic and sweet weren’t part of my own dialog. I hated that shit. Yet I wanted to cry and hug Ben for suggesting it at all. The fact that he thought about me that way melted my heart. I was surprised I hadn’t turned into a puddle of goo already.

“How does it sound, Kat?”

I glanced between him and Andre, thinking. But who was I kidding, really?

“It sounds kind of perfect.”