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Fuck, that’s good. I groan. Really good.
Hope squeezes all her muscles around us. That fluttery way she does right before she—
She buries her face in my neck and screams as she comes.
Leander uses her moment of ecstasy to shove in all the way up her ass. I feel the pressure of him meet me inside and oh fuck—
I squeeze the undersides of her thighs, right where her legs meet her ass. My muscles flex and perspiration bursts out on my forehead as I thrust in and out of her, all my brothers doing the same.
I can’t hold back and neither can they.
Fuck, she feels so good. She comes once and then it rolls into a second, higher orgasm if the pitch of her screeches are any tell.
She feels so good squeezing my cock with her impossibly tight cunt, body stuffed so full with us.
And then I bust, hips thrust forward at the same time as Leander’s, both of us spearing her and cum spurting. Milo’s hand moves like a vibrator rubbing her both inside and out until our cum is pouring down her inner thighs.
My brain feels like it’s just been blown out through my dick. And I’ve never been more in love or more at home with my family.
Chapter 39
HOPE
I’m ripped from sleep by a scream.
“What—?” I startle, sitting up. A light switches on. And then Leander, Janus, and I are sitting up in our bed staring down at Milo. He’s twisting in the sheets between us, eyes shut, face terrified.
He lets out another short howl, his body spasming again. Leander grabs his shoulders to shake him. “Milo. Milo! Wake up!”
Milo shouts again but startles awake. He’s breathing hard and there’s sweat on his forehead. He looks around rapidly, his head jerking in sharp movements.
“Milo!” I throw my arms around him. “It’s okay. You’re okay now.”
He’s shaking like a leaf in my arms. And he doesn’t relax. He’s so stiff.
I pull back and take his face in my hands. But when I try to kiss him, he yanks away.
“Milo?”
His eyes meet mine and they’re tortured. “Please,” he begs through jittering teeth. “Please. Don’t be nice. I need to be punished. Please.”
My mouth drops open in shock and I look past Milo’s shoulder to Leander, who’s behind him on the bed. Janus is behind me and he puts a steadying hand on my hip, which I’m grateful for.
Leander’s eyes look past me and I can tell he and Janus are doing that silent twin communication thing. I’m grateful for their presence, the both of them, because I feel so lost in how to help Milo. I want to cradle him in my arms like I do the toddlers when they scuff their knees but he said he didn’t want me to be nice… So what on earth am I supposed to do?
Milo reaches out and grasps my wrist, and when I look back at him, there’s desperation in his eyes. “Please,” he begs again. “Please punish me.”
Punish him? I want to give him whatever he needs but I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
“Okay,” Leander says and my eyes shoot to him. He looks steady and not freaked out at all. What the hell does he mean by okay?
“Just wait here. I’ll be right back. We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got on hand, but I’ll have someone come by later this week and we can get kitted up properly.”
Milo doesn’t respond as Leander climbs off the bed and walks out of the room. Milo just stares dully at the far wall and keeps a desperate hold of my wrist. I try to run my fingers through his hair but he jerks away again. His grip on my wrist is the only contact he’ll allow.
I look behind me at Janus to see if he has any more idea of what’s happening. Where is Leander going? What did he mean when he said he’d have someone come by later in the week?
But I don’t have to wait long.
Because soon Leander is back. And in his arms is one of my big plastic mixing bowls from the kitchen. What on earth…?
It’s not much better when he sets it on the bed and I can see he’s used it as a sort of carrying bin for several smaller objects.
But Leander’s voice is firm as he instructs, “Up. On your hands and knees. Hope will deliver your punishment. You’re not allowed to cum until we say so.”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. But Milo moves swiftly, arranging himself in the center of the bed and dragging down his boxer briefs to expose his ass.
Then Leander hands me a long-handled wooden cooking spoon from the pile in the red plastic kitchen bucket.
Again my mouth drops open.
I mean, I catch the drift. Obviously, I’m supposed to spank Milo with this. To deal out his punishment.
