Chapter Seven
TATE
I sighed, tossing the test in the trash can. I didn't want to think of it right now.
Did I text them? Jeremy didn't cut me off from the internet, and there weren’t any easy ways he could police me sending them e-mails or whatever.
Unless my brother was also a master-class hacker on top of a finance wizard. Unlikely.
Texting wouldn't fill any voids anyway. I'd grown closer to them over the past few weeks. They were the highlights of my life, the way they would verbally spar with one another and then direct the blows to me, as if training me to become a quip warrior right alongside them. We watched movies, played games.
Then we fucked like animals. Relentlessly.
Then back to those less carnal things.
Then more fucking.
I had to say, the last few weeks had been the best ones of my life. That's what love was, I guess. Where you want to be with someone, and every moment without them is some sort of massive, arduous challenge you don't know if you'll be able to survive.
With nothing better to do, I laid on my bed. Staring at the ceiling. Hating my life. There was no reasoning with Jeremy right now. He got in these moods sometimes, and you just couldn’t really do anything about it.
Just wait and hope that the crazy would eventually go away.
Somehow, though, with this, I was sure I was going to waiting a long, long time.
It didn't help that I was already missing the twins hardcore. They turned me from virgin to slut with great efficiency.
Part of me wanted to do the run away from home thing. If he was going to treat me like a child then I was going to act like a child.
I wasn't going to have to make that decision.
"Tate!"
It wasn't my brother calling for me.
It was Joel.
"I told you never to come back here!"
That was my brother.
I shot up, knowing a conflict was on the horizon.
Running out, I saw the two of them standing there, Across from them was Jeremy, who was definitely ready to start another fist fight and at an extreme disadvantage.
"Get out before I call the cops," he was quick to threaten. Again, my brother wasn't dumb. He knew he couldn't overpower one of them, let alone both of them.
"No can do, friendo," Logan said, pushing past him. Jeremy tried to stop him, but Joel swooped in and pushed Jeremy away.
Logan rushed me and swept me up into his arms, taking me off my feet and quickly laying a sweet kiss on me. It was just as luscious as the first time.
He then, to my surprise, started carrying me off.
"Where are you taking her?" Jeremy yelled out.
"Stop being so melodramatic," Joel said.
"This is the mother of our children," Logan began, "the woman who will make our lust into a family. I love you like a brother, Jeremy, but if you're going to deny me this, I don't know what to say."
Anger continued to boil inside of Jeremy. I was almost afraid he was going to do something nasty, but nonetheless, he stepped back. "If this is what you want, Tate, you go live with them. You let them take care of you. You can't expect me to do all this for you and keep doing it when you spit in my face."
I elbowed Logan, dropping down. "I'm my own woman, brother. I just want you to see that. I'm thankful for everything, but you can't force me to choose between family...and...well, family."
With that, I made my way to the door. Either he would calm down or I would come back for my stuff later. At this point, I couldn't have cared less.
"Come on, boys."
Logan and Joel shared a glance between one another, nodding their way.
"Tate..." Jeremy muttered as I left. He was trying to say something. I tried to give him time.
He would need more time. I sort of believed that cliché line about it healing all wounds.
This wound would be no different.
***
Apparently, tonight was meant to be a quickie night, for lack of a better term, even if things with them were never really quick.
They had duty tonight. Which meant mostly sitting around the firehouse and doing nothing in particular until something caught on fire. If the universe was just, they'd spend the whole night doing nothing, but given there were thousands of people in the city, likely one would need help eventually.
"It's so quiet here," I said as we walked in. The place was mostly dark, a few lights here and there. It was the early evening, so it wasn't exactly the twilight shift yet.
"Yeah, most of the folks here sleep through their shifts," Joel went on. "Do some power naps and whatever. Getting sleep where you can. Only the dead can sleep through that bell going off."
"And Tom," Logan added in.
"Tom will wake up to it. Dude's nearly deaf, but that thing going off and someone yanking him off the bed will get him moving."
I continued my way through. Giant fire trucks, complete with lots of complicated equipment. I would have thought it was the absolute coolest thing in the entire world if I was five.
Now? I was far more interested in the firefighters.
We waked toward a back room, out of sight of the main garage area of the firehouse. It seemed to function as an old storage room, but there was something peculiar jutting up from the ground. I grabbed the brass and stroked it playfully. "Wow, you actually have the pole."
"Why are you so surprised?" Joel came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I thought it was an old cartoon thing, and it was something that hasn't actually been used in decades."
Joel just laughed. "It hasn't. It's pretty much there as a relic. Most poles have been retired for safety reasons. People just rush down the stairs now. Somehow, that has less injuries."
I hopped up on it, spinning a bit.
"Although," Logan smiled, walking up behind us, "you could definitely put it to some good use. There's another profession known for wrapping their bodies around poles you know."
"Um...uhh... " I was looking for a clever answer that wasn't the answer.
"Why don't you put it to good use, Tate? Show us if you're a natural."
"Here? In the firehouse?"
"Everyone else is sleeping or distracted. No one's going to come down unless something's on fire."
I swallowed.
They were bad influences. The worst influences.
Yet I was still going along with them.
I was hardly dressed like a stripper. A T-shirt and jeans, I wasn't exactly sex on two legs by the traditional sense, even if the boys would have readily called me as such.
"All right then. I'll do it for you," I said, putting a goofy emphasis on the last syllable as if I was trying to seduce them with it.
I grabbed the pole and spun around it, realizing I wasn't entirely sure on what I was doing. I wasn't going to pull off any exotic maneuvers like hanging upside down or anything like that. All I had was just me and me trying to be sexy.
So I shot the two of them a glare as they pulled up chairs right next to the poll. I did a little dance, a little shimmy. I shook my ass, spinning around the pole, making sure they got a good look at it.
"Oh yeah, that's a nice ass all right. Maybe I should fuck it," Logan said, grinning.
I shot him a look of concern. We hadn't crossed that line yet. It was as if they were so driven in knocking me up that exploring other avenues didn't come up. After all, as funny as butt babies were to think about, they weren't actually a thing.
My focus returned to my dance, showing them my assets, teasing and showing them more, even if they already definitely knew what I was hiding underneath.
With more stupid posing, I wiggled my T-shirt off, flinging it at Joel, who gladly caught it.
Not wearing a sports bra, my breasts jiggled as I continued my routine. More bouncing. More spinning. I gave them a good, solid view of some overboob, just enough to tease seeing a nipple, because that's apparently what really mattered.
More gyrating, sliding my jeans off for them. Their eyes never left me. Going up and down my body, they really did make me feel incredibly sexy, and I was still surprised that I had managed to engross one of them, let alone both of them.
Down to my underwear, I was feeling a bit anxious since I technically was in a public place. Sure, people didn't walk into their local firehouse for day-to-day business, but the doors weren't exactly locked either.
I rubbed the pole a bit, shooting them sinful glares. Was I supposed to treat the pole like it was some sort of big, metal dick? Was its phallic nature intentional?
I shook my head, laughing at the irrelevancy of my thought. Unhooking my bra. More teasing.
Joel and Logan never stopped watching me. They always gave me what I wanted, so I was going to give them what they wanted right back. Dropping the bra, I squeezed my breasts, wincing a bit from my touch.
God, was I already getting tender? I knew my body was going to start freaking out over things, but was it going to happen so quickly?
I wasn't showing yet, but if I was already feeling like that, I knew that it wouldn't be long until I was a bit rounder.
For now, though, I was their sexy little girl next door. I wondered if they would still think me sexy even after a few months had passed.
I offered them my breasts, heaving them outward. "You like what you see, boys?
What I expected? A playful, affirmative answer.
Yet they were always the type to go further than I expected.
They took a breast each, kissing me, latching on with a little suckle.
Blissful lightning shot through me. I was caught off guard and had to let out a little bit of a moan.
They definitely liked what they saw, though, freeing me to continue.
"Come on, Tate. Show us the rest of you," Logan said, a massive, cocky smile on his face.
All I had left were panties. Blushing, I shimmied them down my legs, slapping my ass as I did so, giving them the full view of my rear for them to enjoy. I wanted to tempt them. I wanted to make it so I was irresistible.
I didn't have to try very hard. As soon as my panties had hit the floor, Logan was standing tall behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. There was a bulge in his pants, pressed against my ass already.
"Yeah, I can't hold back anymore. You dancing was enticing and amusing, Tate, but I gotta fuck you now."
"H–here?"
"Hey, we're free to do whatever we want when waiting for a call," Joel said, coming to the other side of me. "What we want to do right now is fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, Tate."
To drive that point home, a kiss swiftly followed. Deep, sensual, Joel made it loud and clear that he wanted to enjoy me to the fullest, and looking but not touching wasn't going to be enough.
I would think they would be on edge, want to be rested for when trouble came, but I guess that's when you know you've found the one. Someone who makes you do irrational, arguably stupid things just to be with them.
Unprotected sex. Spiting your own brother. Fucking while on-call in a firehouse. They're all the same, really, if you think about it.
I had to break away from Joel's kiss with a sudden gasp, Logan not cool with being ignored. He ran his hands down my hips and between my legs and found that oh-so-sensitive nub of mine, and immediately set out on using it against me. God, why was he so good at that?
Joel wasn't going to be ignored either, his hands caressing my hair, my neck, my back, his body pressing against my breasts. For a brief moment, I felt his shirt against my nipples, but he wasted no time tossing that off, too, it becoming flesh on flesh.
Logan wasn't outdone either. Soon, I was completely surrounded by two super-ripped and toned studs, hands all over, salivating over the thoughts of doing dirty, sinful things to me.
I thought I was in for another fun round of them playing with me. Eating me out. Fingering me. Then another hearty game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who got to fuck me first. I would have been fine with that, a blissful burst of delights coming right at me.
Tonight was going to be different. I knew that from the moment Logan slid his finger down and touched my little pucker. A gasp escaped my lips. They really hadn't touched that part of me. Sure, there was the comment earlier, and there'd been some here and there before, but all in all, it'd been totally exit only for me. It was another virginity I had.
One that I suddenly had suspicion that I would be losing soon.
He tickled me down there. Circled that tight hole. Teasing it. Pushing it.
All while Joel came at me from the other direction. Thrusting his fingers deep within me, they were now coming at me from both sides, pushing me, teasing me. I was curious to where this was going, but afraid all the same.
Joel pushed me into the wall, his brother breaking away. Pinning me down, kissing me, feeling my body, showing his absolute need for me as he got lower and lower. Spreading my legs, he hoisted me up, kissing me on the clit, giving me a preview of what was coming. His tongue thrusting inside me, bliss shooting through.
Logan watched as I was eaten out and started to strip down. I would never get tired of seeing that toned chest, those thick, strong legs of his. His cock jutting out, throbbing so damned hard for me. For now, though, he was satisfied with watching Joel force me to squirm as he ate my pussy.
I cried out as he did so. Damn, why was he so good at this? Those delicate suckles. The fingering. The tongue-fucking. Everything he did drove me a bit battier, made me yearn for more of him. More Joel. More Logan.
There was no doubt about it. I was theirs.
As much as I was enjoying my worship, though, I wanted to give back. I reached for Logan's cock, and he brought it to me. I always loved how he shuddered a bit in my hand as I touched him, and how he leaned in to kiss me even as I was doing something as unromantic as jerking his cock. With these two, I would always be fully appreciated. All of me tended to. Most importantly, there would never be a dull moment.
They battled for my attention. Lips to lips, massages of my flesh, to sucking on my clit, and just giving me the absolute full-body experience in enjoying everything to the fullest. It wasn't long before my entire body was immersed in sensory bliss. Moaning for them, murmuring for them, gaining doubts on just how soundproof this fire station could really be. Everything was spreading through me, everything so damned strong. There was always passion in what they sought. They shared it with me. They wanted me to be screaming for them every day of the rest of my life.
I was doing just that. Calling out for Logan. For Joel. Urging them to keep licking. Desperately jerking Logan, trying to please as I was pleased.
I was only a girl, though. There was only so much I could take before I was a gibbering pile of orgasm.
The heat hit me, flaring through so blissfully, making me sing their names for them. God, was this my life now? If I was to bear their children, had I made it so they were mine for the rest of my life?
"What do you think, Joel? You think that loosened her up enough?"
Joel let me slide down until I was resting on the floor as he stood to meet his brother. "You can't seriously be thinking of doing that now."
"Why not?"
"For one thing, I don't think you have any lube."
Logan bent down and retrieved a tube from his pants.
Joel just shook his head in disbelief. "Do you carry a tube of lube everywhere you go?"
"Nah, I nicked this from the station."
That didn't calm Joel down. "Why does the station have ButtLube brand lube?"
Logan just laughed. "Dude, I needed to fix one of the hinges on the truck. The drugstore didn't have WD-40, so I had to improvise. The stuff works just as well on doors as it does for asses."
There it was. Out in the open.
He wanted to fuck my ass. I didn't even know what I thought of it. If the press for losing your virginity was bad, anal had it even worse.
Yet if it was with them, I realized I didn't have a whole lot to fear. They'd gone out of their way not to hurt me. They'd only done things that made me want more.
I suspected that fucking my ass at this rate was only going to make me want more of that.
That wasn't to say I wasn't intimidated. How could you look at Logan and not be?
Another glance was shared between the brothers. "You sure you want to go all the way with this, though?" Joel asked.
"I think she's ready. She's tough and hungry for whatever we can give her. She wants this; she just doesn't know it yet."
"You're talking about me," I said, interrupting, "like I'm not here. What are you two up to?"
More sinful glances exchanged between them. Joel just patted me on the head. "You'll see. You'll definitely see."
I hated them as much as I loved them sometimes.
Logan took me by the hand and helped me to my feet. "I'm not going to hurt you, Tate. I want to just open new doors for you, more things for you to enjoy to the fullest."
I nodded, willing to try anything once.
He brought me to a table, making due with what was around us. He kissed me one more time before bending me over it, running his hand down my spine. I still got goose bumps under every little bit of his touch.
Those deft fingers of his came to my pucker, tight and curious. He ran his finger around me, circling it. It felt so odd back there, yet I couldn't say I wasn't curious. Logan paused only for a moment, the subtle sound of a tube being squeezed following.
Cool, moist oil touched my skin, and I briefly shuddered from its touch. He spread it around my tight hole, spreading it. No penetration yet; he was just teasing me, getting me used to it.
When he finally did go in, though, I had to gasp again. It was this weird collision of unnatural yet not terrible. Purely curious.
No stopping. He kept prodding me, pushing the finger deeper in, aching for me and pushing me harder. I nibbled on my lip as he kept going, trying to figure out if I liked it or not. It felt like something that should have been so binary, and yet I was struggling with it so much.
Deeper still, he pushed that finger inside me, making me squirm against him. He didn't rush. He let me adapt. Slowly yet surely, I could feel my muscles back there go from trying to push him out to finally accepting him.
Another finger. Another tiny struggle back there. If I didn't want this, I could stop him. He would. Logan wasn't out to hurt me.
I did want this, though. I wanted to see where all of this would take me. These were simply fingers. I wanted him back there proper.
A little moan escaped my lips, and I looked back and up at Logan, nodding with enthusiasm.
"You sure?"
I kept nodding, quicker, as if I wasn't just sure, but I needed this.
"You got it, then."
I watched as he stroked his cock, slathering the oil all over himself, getting ready for me properly. Soon, his hot, throbbing cock was right outside my entrance, feeling far thicker than simply two fingers held together.
My cheeks separated as he pushed himself in, my hole spreading apart for him as he continued his way inward. It was like an immense tide rolling into me, as he pushed himself inside to the hilt.
If felt like my ass was being torn apart, this feeling so odd yet so unique all the same. I struggled to breathe as I began to cope with it, as the unnatural slowly became more and more natural.
Soon, it was becoming something that wasn't painful at all, something that just was. Like, bizarrely, he was always meant to be back there.
Logan took my hand into his, making me feel so small in comparison. I squeezed his fingers, again nodding toward him.
Slowly yet surely, he withdrew himself from me, only to push back in.
The shock ran through my body, the sensation searing me as the friction of my hole and his cock were clashing and doing something special.
Discomfort had given way to actual enjoyment, and it really did surprise me with how it was feeling back there. Everything felt so pushed together; maybe some pleasurable nerve was being triggered, I don't know. There was so much lube, there was no pain, and as I relaxed, no longer fearing it, it only became better.
More nodding his way, Logan took the initiative and started to fuck me back there perfectly. A steady pace, making sure he didn't hit me the wrong way, my moans being his conductor. My teeth chattered, and then I nibbled on my lip, and soon I was bracing myself on the table, trying to hold on.
"Should have made a bet. Knew she'd end up being a butt slut," Joel laughed, pacing around and watching his brother fuck my ass. He had stripped himself down, too, stroking himself, enjoying the show. "I'm going to have to take my turn sometime in the future, but for now I'm more than satisfied with the bliss of her pussy."
Logan kept fucking me. Even he was struggling with how my body was squeezing him back. "She's a vice grip back here, man," he said, his voice low and wispy from the pressure I was inflicting on him. "I don't know if I can keep this going. Think you're ready for more, Tate?"
My eyes went wide at the thought. "There's more than this? How can there be more than this?"
"Shall we?" Logan said, shooting his brother an oh-so-devious glare.
"Let's."
Now they were scaring me. I really was wondering what they were planning to do to me now, but as with everything with them, I decided I was going to be game.
I had to say I was surprised that, when still having his cock buried inside my ass, Logan scooped me up, picking me up off the table. I let go, no longer bracing myself, wondering just what the hell was happening.
Logan held me high, my legs spread outward right toward Joel. Joel rubbed his chin. "You know just how I like my girls, dear brother."
I swallowed. Logan was still inside me. I had to repeat that in my mind. I still had a man's cock well buried into my ass.
Joel was approaching, his own member throbbing and ready for me.
Wait, they weren't going to...? They couldn't. That actually seemed insane.
Yet Joel was coming my way. His cock leveled right at my pussy lips, held at just the right height by his brother.
He chuckled at the fear in my face. Maybe he knew what I could take better than I did.
Feeling his rod poke through my lips, I gasped. I was so wet for him, I wouldn't ever need lube for them to take me there.
He gently caressed my poor nub as he pushed himself in, and I was suddenly filled by him–and Logan–at the exact same time.
My eyes went wide again at the utter shock and surprise of everything that was surrounding me. This was actually happening. I was being fucked by both of them at once. A cock lodged deep in my ass, and a cock lodged deep in my pussy.
It was so immense, so mighty, I truly felt as if I was going to be torn apart by both of them if they weren't careful. I held myself together, breathing steadily.
"You seem like you're more than ready to have your mind blown," Joel whispered into my ear. "You're quite the woman to be able to take both of us, Tate."
I nodded slowly, tears in my eyes just from being so overwhelmed by everything.
Just having them inside me was a feeling that I was really struggling to cope with. It wasn't going to be just that, though. No.
They were going to fuck me.
Logan slid himself out a bit, then brought himself back in. All while Joel did the same. Alternating.
I thought one or the other was immense, but I suddenly had something new worthy of that word. This was intense. Incredible. I felt as if I was being torn asunder, but in a good way.
Every little nerve down there must have been beautifully flaring up, and all my young body could do was scream out as they took me again and again.
The strange, wonderful sensation of Logan fucking my ass, the spiking bliss of Joel taking my pussy. My entire body was consumed by all of this, and the only thing I could possibly think of was this blissful feeling looming over me.
Higher and higher, I was being taken somewhere new. Dear God, there wasn't even a fraction of a second I wasn't being stimulated by their movements. I was crushed between them, Logan leaning against a wall, Joel leaning against me, all of us in utter bliss.
I saw what this was doing to them, too. I wasn't totally alone in reaping the blissful rewards of this. I knew what my pussy did to these guys. Now, though? Well, I was inhumanly tight. My ass, my pussy, they were crushing their cocks, squeezing them, demanding everything from them.
So full, I was screaming. I had to be loud enough that someone had heard me, but at that point, there was no possible way I could care about any of it. Let the world hear me sing the praises of Logan and Joel, the Pierce brothers and their amazing cocks.
I was hanging on for dear life. Fighting off the orgasm just a little longer. The prelude to that final climax was almost torturous. I wasn't going to last long like this, and I didn’t know how anyone could.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I dragged my fingernails across Joel's back, my legs clasping around him. I didn't want this to stop. Not from either of them.
I felt as if I must have died for a moment, because there was no way anything on this earth could possibly feel as good as I felt at that moment. I soared toward heaven and relished every single microsecond of it.
The boys were right there with me.
Logan, buried deep within my ass, couldn't take any more of the sheer intensity and tightness my body was giving him. A rush of heat from him, a soothing, calming, almost welcoming invasion back there, strange yet welcomed all the same.
Joel, deep within the more traditional hole, my pussy traditionally milking him. Every bit of his seed, everything that was in his balls, it felt like the walls of my sex squeezed out of him. I felt blast after blast.
All of us were at our climax together. All of us relishing the bodies of one another. I never expected my dream of having the Pierce twins to come true.
I definitely never expected to enjoy it like this.
What felt like an eternity soon passed. I wanted it to be longer.
Yet for as long as it went, I hung on.
As much as I desired forever, nothing lasted that long.
Soon, Joel had to step away, his seed leaking out of me. It brought a small smile to my face that one of their seed had already taken hold, and this was just the cherry on top of everything else. I would relish my regular injections from both of them, regardless of my current fertility.
Logan gently set me down on a table, for lack of a better surface. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass, too. God, I felt like such a slut right then and there, two pools of two separate men's semen leaking out of me.
It was a good feeling.
The two of them laid down beside me. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but as long as we were together, everything would be just fine.
Joel's arm draped over my breasts, Logan's over my ass. I was ready to fall asleep and dream such sweet dreams with them.
The world is a bit of an asshole, though.
A siren went off. A woman’s voice came on over the intercom. Something about a fire between Main and Prince Street.
"Fuck." Logan pushed himself up. "Fuck, couldn't just let me enjoy this?"
"Just be happy it didn't catch us in the act itself." Joel followed suit. He stood up and stretched.
I just smiled their way. "I'm not going anywhere. Go get that cat out of the tree or whatever this is."
"God, I came so hard my legs kinda ache," Joel said.
"Pansy. You’ll be fine," Logan fired back.
"She milked me something fierce, man. You know how tight she is when we do that?"
"I'll find out sometime soon, I'm sure."
I smiled their way as they rushed to get dressed. Time was of the essence for them. It really did make my time with them all the sweeter.
They were going on to dangerous things, but they would be fine.
Maybe the thoughts of me would pull them through.
I had faith in them.
The world wasn't cruel enough to take them from me. Not after it had given me the joys it had tonight.
I collapsed onto that table. They complained of sore legs, but my entire body was spent. I didn't care if anyone wandered in and gazed upon my naked, sweaty, cum-soaked body.
I was in heaven, and that's all that mattered.