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Trey leans forward and presses a kiss to Jessa’s lips. A soft whimper slips past those plump pink lips, and my cock hardens instantly.
“Do you want us, Princess? You want our cocks?” Trey asks, pulling away a smidge.
Jessa nods her head and opens her mouth to speak, “I do want you…but I…” Her cheeks turn a darker pink and I swear it looks as if she’s embarrassed or something.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I… I have my…” She tiptoes around whatever she’s going to say before finishing, “I have my period,” she finally says.
Trey, Wes, and I all exchange a look. Blood is blood. It means nothing to us, and she has no reason to be embarrassed because she has her period.
“That’s fine, blood doesn’t bother us,” Wes murmurs. “Unless you don’t want to, which we will of course understand.”
“You know that we won’t push you to do anything, right? If you don’t want to, then you can say no,” I assure her, my eyes piercing her deep blue ones.
A look of indifference crosses her face. “I… it’s not that. I just think we need to establish birth control, and figure out that stuff first.”
Well fuck, I never thought about that. Usually, I’m the level headed one of us three, but with Jessa, it seems I lose my head left and right.
“Shit.” Trey exhales, pulling away. “We’re so fucking stupid. We could’ve gotten her pregnant with all the fucking without a condom we’ve done.”
We could’ve, but we didn’t. I don’t know how I feel about Jessa pregnant with mine and my brother’s baby or babies for that matter. Obviously it’s something she’ll want some day.
“Do you…do you guys want kids, you know…eventually?” she asks innocently, her eyes moving over each one of us.
Wes shrugs. “Yeah. I want whatever you want, Princess.”
Trey looks like he might puke. “I… I think I want kids, but I don’t know. We’re still young, and very much in danger.”
Jessa’s eyes move to me next, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it, and I wish it was my teeth sinking into it. If she wanted me to, I would fuck her right now, blood and all. Blood doesn’t bother me, not if we both find the pleasure we seek.
“I want kids.” I pause. “But like Trey, I don’t want them right now. It’s not safe, and I’m not ready to share you with anyone else. I want to keep you as ours for as long as I can.”
Jessa smiles. “So it’s settled then. I need to get on some type of birth control, or you all need to use condoms.”
Trey snorts, probably thinking what I’m thinking. No fucking way I’ll start using a condom. I remember our sister talking about some kind of shot with our mom. We need to get her some shit like that. There’s no way I’m wearing a fucking condom when I fuck her, not after having a taste of her raw. That’s like eating sugar-free ice cream. What’s the fucking point? Go all the way, or go the fuck home.
“We’ll get the birth control sorted out,” Wes assures her, and she nods. She knows we’ll take care of her, that we won’t let anything happen to her.
“Looks like we’ll be getting our best church clothing out boys,” I snicker.
“I can’t believe we’re going to attack him in a church.” Trey shakes his head, still clearly surprised.
“I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on him. He’s going to pay. If he thinks his death will be a quick one then he’s going to be sorely mistaken,” Wes chimes in before slipping out of the room. Anger is eating away at him, just like it was with me. We need to end this, not just so we can let go of the pain he’s caused us, but so that we can finally find peace so that we can look forward to the future without continuing to look backward.
Trey pushes up from the bed, pressing a kiss to Jessa’s head. “As soon as you get on birth control, I’m fucking that tight little pussy. Until then you’ll have to make do with my tongue.”
A blush creeps up Jessa’s neck and I shake my head.
“I… I love you,” she says again as he heads toward the door. He turns on his heels and looks at her, his eyes bleeding into hers.
“I love you too, Princess,” he says before walking out. As soon as we’re left alone, I reach for her, pulling her toward me. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me wide-eyed. I release her and flick the button on my jeans.
“Wha-What are you doing?” she asks meekly, though I can see the want filling her gaze.
“Your pussy is bleeding, but is your mouth?”
“No,” she says, licking her lips, her thick lashes fanning against her cheeks as she pushes up onto her knees.
