Bunny

Dahlia finally sent me some all-caps texts wondering what was going on. So I started taking pictures of everything, every day, finding that taking pictures of a baby is really fun. I always wondered why people would Instagram an animal that hardly changes so much. I mean, one baby is pretty much like every other baby, right?

I was completely wrong.

Sophia is different every single day. She learns something new all the time. This week, she learned she likes apricots, but not carrots. She learned how to push a toy from one hand and pick it up with the other. It’s like I can see her figuring out the whole world in real time, from the very beginning. It’s magic.

So now I send Dahlia about a dozen pictures a day. Sophia making a sour face. Sophia laughing with her mouth open. Sophia sort of, kind of sitting up but really just temporarily balanced on her butt and leaning forward. She’s still too young for that.

But I can’t wait! And I’ll get to see it when it happens!

What I should do is send Dahlia a thank you card or something. Maybe some roses. I definitely owe her my gratitude, maybe I owe August even more than her. But at the same time, I’m not sure I could even explain it to either of them and I’m not ready to try yet.

But I’m still mad. She certainly didn’t seem to believe this was something I was going to be good at when August suggested I take the interviews. That hurt my feelings. So I guess I am not ready to say thank you just yet, the way that I should.

But I did get to send my mother roses on her birthday, and I bought my dad some kind of football access package for his DirecTV thing. He was pretty excited about that. And for me, there have been shoes, real designer dresses, real sunglasses.

It’s hard to get used to spending money, though. When I got my first paycheck direct deposited into my bank, I instantly had more money than I have ever had at one time. And that was just one paycheck! Craziness!

It’s hard to go from budgeting for twenty-five-cent packages of ramen all the way to spending a hundred dollars on a single pair of panties and not thinking about it. It hurts my stomach.

But so far, every pair of panties is practically a single-use item. I have to buy them all the time because the guys think they are fun to rip off. They have no respect for handmade silk and lace. To them, the panties are just the wrappers on a piece of candy.

My cell chimes, telling me which brother to expect today. I set up the calendars so that it tells me first thing in the morning, and then I know how to prepare.

Royce likes to sleep over, snoring beside me in my bed with Sophia asleep in the next room. He sleeps in pajama bottoms, like a dad. He likes me to rest my head on his shoulder.

Spencer likes to sleep over too, probably even more than Royce. He likes to wrap both of his arms around me and hold me all night, like a stuffed animal.

Sully prefers that I come to his suite, and he really likes it when I do some kind of performance for him. Show him something I’ve bought, or dance for him, or strip. He is an excellent audience. But when it gets late, he begins to fret about the next day’s work. He says he can’t sleep if I am there, because he’s worried he’s disturbing me. Kind of a paradox, but I think one day we will get through it.

Today, It’s Brock and Trey… both. At first, Brock and Trey liked to meet in the mornings. Then maybe again later in the day. But now, they have been talking about consolidating their days, so they could both be with me two days in a row. We’ve talked about going to Mexico for the weekend. I’m just waiting for my passport to arrive.

When Sophia goes down for her nap, I shoot Trey and Brock a quick text to let them know I’m free.

Baby is asleep. I need u now!

In moments, I hear my front door softly open. I’m sure they’re being quiet, not wanting to wake the baby. She’s only sleeping about forty-five minutes at a time this week, so everything can go sideways if we disturb her. That’s another thing I didn’t know about babies: they change their minds about how long they like to nap every few days or so.

But for now, she’s sleeping soundly so I can get my groove on, guilt free. I lean back on the bed, ankles crossed, waiting for my bedroom door to open. Brock and Trey come in, anxious as high schoolers. They look me up and down with hunger in their eyes.

“That’s beautiful,” Brock smiles. “Is that a new one?”

I pluck the hem of the sheer nightie I’m wearing, holding it away from my thigh. Trey’s eyes immediately dart to my sex, and I’m not wearing any panties.

“You mean this?” I ask, licking my lips. “I had Agnes make it just for me. I’m glad you like it.”

“Stand up and let me see,” Trey suggests, the growl in his voice belying his urgency.

Slowly I slide from the bed, noting how the skirt billows up as the air moves. It’s a brassiere on top, sewn with Swarovski crystals that looks sort of like a night sky. The midnight blue skirt swirls down, weighted by rosettes at the bottom.

This was Agnes’s suggestion when I came to buy panties for the dozenth time. She asked how I could possibly need so many. I explained—without too much detail—that my lover didn’t know his own strength and couldn’t undress me without destroying the delicate little things.

After pursing her perfect, full lips for fifteen seconds or so, she brightened. She promised to make me something that would solve my problem, and this is it.

No panties required. In fact, I shouldn’t even need to take it off.

Raising my arms over my head, I roll my hips like a belly dancer, causing the skirt to flutter and swing over my skin. Trey and Brock squint, automatically enchanted by the half-concealment the sheer fabric creates. I am glad they didn’t ask me to shave my pubes. I like to keep them trimmed into a triangle, which they are currently staring at with delight.

“I brought us something,” Brock smiles, still watching my pussy. He pulls a small, clear bottle from his pocket and holds it out.

“What is it?” I smile.

He pushes it toward me slightly, just to tease. As I approach him, I start to figure it out.

“Is that… lube? Why would I need—”

My voice chokes off as I realize what he’s implying. Now I understand why they both intended to be here.

Wiggling his eyebrows, Trey rubs his hands together. “You’re going to love it, baby, trust me.”

“We’ll go as slow as you need,” Brock assures me.

My stomach twinges. This makes me very nervous. I’ve never had anyone—never, not anyone—even ask to touch my asshole, let alone put anything in it. It always seemed like an incredibly dirty thing to do. Definitely taboo, and probably a lot more fun for them than it is for me.

But I did sign a contract, so….

“You’re, um, going to have to show me what to do,” I mutter uncertainly. “I mean, I’ve never—”

“That’s the best part!” Trey nods avidly. “You’re an ass virgin. You’ve never had anybody, so we’re the first. We’ll show you everything.”

“Yes, we’re thrilled!”

“So… you can’t both get in there, though, right? I mean, who’s going to do the honors?”

“I will,” Trey grins broadly. “After all, I saw your ass first.”

“Yeah, pretty sure that’s cheating but whatever,” Brock sulks.

Grinning, I remember when we met on the airplane. It was pure chance, my first flight and his rare appearance in a commercial airline because of the jet being unavailable. I wonder about the billion things that had to go right to make that coincidence happen just that way.

“I did not show you my ass,” I school him. “You’re making that part up.”

“Oh, I could see it… maybe it was just my vivid imagination, but I could see it that first time you walked in front of me. I thought to myself… now that is definitely an asshole I would like to break in.”

“Trey!” I object, swatting his arm. He catches my hand in midair and pulls me to him, wrapping his other arm around my waist. As his lips close over mine, his hand drifts down to cup my butt cheek, and then his fingers slide right into my crack. His fingertip taps against my hole, as though knocking on the door.

“At least eat her first, Trey,” Brock sighs irritably. I can tell he is salty about giving away his chance to get to me first.

“Oh, I’ll do more than that. Get on the bed, Brock. I’m going to let you get your dick wet for a minute, okay?”

“Oh! Now we are talking!”

In a flash, Brock is completely naked and on the bed, propped up on the pillows and grinning savagely. He licks his lips and begins fisting his cock though it is already hard for me.

My body clenches and twangs in response, as though connected to him by an invisible line. Like there is an electric wire between us and if he is turned on, I am turned on too.

“Straddle his face,” Trey says in my ear, from behind me. His breath is hot and silky in my ear. He slides his hands over my body, igniting me wherever he touches me. I arch my back and lean into him.

“Yes, thank you,” I nod.

Brock holds out his hands for me as I climb onto the bed. He lifts me up effortlessly and places me across his shoulders, my knees on either side of him. The skirt of my nightgown, I notice, easily drapes over his head, out of the way and out of danger. I might actually get to wear this nightie again sometime.

Brock’s hands massage my thighs as he guides my pussy around his face, slurping and tongue-fucking me enthusiastically. Fireworks shoot through my pelvis as I feel my nipples tighten. Holding onto the headboard for balance, I slide my free hand into the brassiere and pinch my nipples between my fingers. I’m still tender from yesterday with Sully, but it starts to feel so good.

“Yeah, that’s it, brother,” Trey coaches. “Get her nice and wet for me.”

“Mm-hmm,” Brock acknowledges, the vibrations of his hum shooting through my clit. I wish he could do that for a few minutes at a time. I would come like a firehose.

As his tongue flutters over my inner lips, I feel myself starting to come. I let it build, then release it all at once along with a gush of my juices that he eagerly slurps up.

As I’m recovering from the orgasm, I feel hands on my hips, and I’m suddenly lifted, held steady by more hands on my shoulders. I barely have time to register the change when I realize they are working together to move me, to mount me on Brock’s hard dick.

Already slick and relaxed, my pussy slides over his cock, sheathing him. Trey’s hands move me, pumping me up and down while I’m still shuddering from aftershocks. Brock sucks at my mouth, transferring my pussy taste to me. I taste good, sweet. I get fucked so often now, I know the taste of all of us.

He’s fucking me slower than usual, taking his time to plunge all the way in, then all the way out. With Trey’s guidance, I coach myself to relax, let him take over. Let them do whatever they want to me. All I have to do is give in.

The slower tempo lets me feel every glorious inch of his veiny cock. I feel the ridges slide inside of me, note how his knobby head bumps against my cervix. I’m so wet, I can feel the juices gushing out of me when he slides in.

“Yeah, keep her going just like that,” Trey coaches Brock. Brock’s hands move down to my hips to continue the steady pace and I feel something strange, something between my ass cheeks. At first it startles me.

“Just relax, baby. I’m gonna get you nice and warmed up, but you got to let me get at this sweet asshole.”

Relax, I command myself. Just relax and let him do it!

In seconds, I realize it’s his tongue. Soft and hot, he licks me from the hole where his brother’s dick is, all the way back to my virgin pucker. Every time he gets back there, he presses a little more, putting just the tip of his tongue into me, then withdrawing it.

As Brock is fucking my pussy, I realize the sensations are becoming more intense, brighter. They’re starting to come in colors and I push back a little harder against Trey’s tongue, urging him deeper.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans. “You want it, Bunny. I can tell you really want it.”

I hear the squawk of the bottle as he pries it open and then feel cool drops sliding down my ass crack. Must be the lube. He fingers me gently, swirling it all around, pressing against my hole. I force myself to relax and feel his fingers slip inside me about an inch. When he starts to withdraw it, it almost seems like I suck him back in.

“You feel that? Your ass wants to suck me in. You want my dick in there.”

“Yeah,” I moan breathlessly as I fuck Brock even deeper. “I want to feel you in my ass.”

“Jesus, Bunny, yeah. Tell me,” he groans.

Something bigger slides against my asshole, way too big, I’m afraid. But he said I was going to love it, and I feel that kind of emptiness that I feel in my pussy when I want his dick. But I feel it from behind… is it the same feeling?

“Give me your dick,” I groan. “I want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, practically to himself. I feel the head of his dick sliding all around my ass, bouncing against his brother’s dick as he continues to fuck me. They seem to have a rhythm figured out between them.

The mattress shifts as Trey gets on his knees with his thumb tapping my hole. He slips inside again and it’s even easier this time.

“Your dick… give me that,” I beg him.

His groans are animal as he begins to drive past my barrier. All of a sudden I realize it’s happening, he’s committed to fitting his huge cock inside my ass while his brother’s huge cock is inside my pussy. But now, I’ve got to have it. I’m so close to coming again, I know that I want as much inside me as I can get.

Somehow my body loosens up even more. With a kind of inaudible pop, I feel his head totally inside my anus. I could feel how tight I am around him and the sense of urgency for more. The next time that I drive back on his brother’s cock, I slurp him more inside me too.

Hunger overtakes me. My body is being completely invaded, and I discover a new need. I’m so hungry for their cocks, I have to have their meat impaling me completely. Balancing on my elbows, I drive my body backward, gobbling their twin dicks in my twin holes.

Together, they match rhythms so that they’re both fucking me at the same time. I am full to bursting, then terribly empty. Over and over again, I get the relief of being refilled.

And suddenly I’m coming in a way I never have before. I’m coming, and squirting, and practically screaming. For a moment I almost leave my body as I am catapulted through a series of body shocks.

Trey and Brock come together, roaring as they shoot their spunk deep inside me, where no man ever has been before. It falls around their slippery dicks, puddling beneath us.

Then we all fall together in a heap, connected like animals. Unconscious. Transported.

I think we even fall asleep for a moment, drifting to a dream world where this kind of magic exists.

When I come back to reality, I can feel Brock kissing my lips as Trey kisses my neck and strokes my arm.

“You were so right,” I sigh. “I really do love that.