The Triplets (9)
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Warnings: Smut. Foursome. Dirty talking. Fluff. Voyeurism. Brotherly competition. A bit of exhibitionism. Praising kink. Threesome. Multiple orgasms. Sloppy seconds/thirds. Some ass slapping. Anal play. Degrading kink. Sex pictures. Video taping. Daddy kink. Uncle kink. Rough sex. Aftercare. Cuddling. Unsafe sex.
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The moment they stepped inside, Ben was already pulling Lizzie to him, big hands possessive as they grabbed her waist, and she gasped in surprise before Beau scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.
"Hey!" his brother protested.
"Talking, Ben," he walked to the couch. "That's what we are doing."
She couldn't even protest as he carried her away, leaving him huffing.
"I got blue balls now, you know?" he asked. "It's very serious."
"Good thing both your hands function," Dean quipped. "And you can use them."
Beau carried Lizzie to the living room, and brought her down to the same stupid couch where everything happened, placing her on his lap.
"Shouldn't I get dressed?" she asked, fidgeting in the big hoodie and little shorts she'd managed to put on.
But he placed his hand around her waist and kissed her shoulder.
"It's fine," he assured her. "We just want to talk, okay?"
The other two sat down, and she could see Ben pouting as they fell into silence, and she couldn't quite pick who she was even looking at.
"Well..." Dean spoke slowly. "Hm."
Beau rubbed her thigh gently.
"You should know," he spoke gently. "That if you don't want anything with us. That if you ever feel like this isn't a relationship you want to get into, you don't have to do so."
"We don't expect sex as rent, that's what he means," Ben crossed his arms. "Those are different things."
She nodded. Lizzie knew that already! They were good people, good men!
They would never, ever, force her into anything. She was the problem!
"I know," she assured them. "I just... I need you to know you guys don't need to do anything! You don't need to pretend for me!"
Beau squeezed her.
"Pretend?" he asked.
She looked back at him.
"You're brothers," Lizzie reminded them. "And I don't want to stand between you, I don't want you to think you have to pretend you are alright with anything I do, because I'm a guest in your house and one of your brothers might like me!"
She turned to face Ben and Dean.
"The way I feel..." she took in a deep breath. "I wish I could say one of you makes me feel this way, but it is not true. All of you do, and I know it is so wrong and-"
"Bullshit," Ben interrupted her.
Lizzie deflated and Beau stiffened behind her, his grip turning protective.
"I know, it's hard to understand," she told him. "But my feelings..."
"Not your feelings," he stopped. "Your feelings make sense. Them being wrong? That's bullshit."
He leaned closer to her, green eyes hard and so certain it made her shiver.
"I want to be with you, Dean wants to be with you, Beau wants to be with you," he listed. "You want to be with us. Everyone is an adult, everyone is sober, everyone is mentally... not too bad."
Dean chuckled by his side.
"What is stopping us?" Ben asked.
Lizzie looked an answer, but gasped when he stood, grabbed her face and kissed her.
She got wet right there and then.
Well, it wasn't like she wasn't already from being fucking in the kitchen, but being kissed by him while on Beau's lap and with Dean watching?
Yes, it was something extra.
"I thought we were here to talk," Dean spoke very loudly.
"We are," Beau growled behind her. "Do you think of anything but sex?"
But someone tugged on her shirt, pulling it up, and she gasped when Ben moved up to her tits, caressing her nipples with rough thumbs.
"Can you, when she looks so pretty when she is turned on?" he pulled back, speaking against her hips.
Beau moved under her, as if to move her away, and she stood up, pressing her chest to Ben's hands.
"Lizzie," he called behind her.
Ben pinched her nipple, tugging on it, and she moaned.
"Please," she whined.
She hadn't even cum!
"You wanna be all high and mighty, then check for yourself," Ben commanded. "Pull those little shorts, check if she's enjoying it."
But she pulled away from him, and Ben and Beau followed her with their eyes and she stood before them, and Lizzie tried her best to look sexy as she moved her hands to her shirts and pushed them down, stripping for them.
Could she make a little show with two pieces? She could try.
The three watched her silently, and she took in a deep breath before pulling off the big sweatshirt, and Dean inhaled when she revealed her ass.
Oh, he was still behind her, wasn't he?
Lizzie pulled it up and up, until her tits were out too, and tried to look elegant as she threw it from over her head.
She looked back at Dean, finding him licking his lips, and Ben chuckled.
"This is better than any strip show," he joked. "If only I had some ones..."
"Shut up, she's not a stripper," Beau gruffed.
She looked back at them, and they were all seated, watching.
Waiting for who would take the first step, maybe?
She was about to pick for them when she felt Dean's hand behind her, squeezing her ass and pulling her.
"Let me have my own share," he whispered into her ear.
Lizzie giggled, touching his face and turning around, kissing his lips and touching his chest.
"If you are going to hoard her, at least let us see," Ben complained.
Dean, though, pulled her to his lap, making her straddle him, and pulled Lizzie up to kiss her neck.
"You can watch her bubble ass as she bounces on my cock," he grabbed her hips.
She gasped when he moved his lips to her sensitive nipple, biting sweetly and sucking on it.
"Dean," she gasped.
His hand spread her legs, and she tried to arch her ass to the other boys.
She could hear the moment they saw her pussy, the way they inhaled in deep.
Lizzie's attention was taken back when Dean pushed his fingers into her cunt, and almost didn't hear as someone walked away.
Was everything alr-
"Fuck, you're still a little loose from Ben fucking you," he hissed. "Taking cock so well, baby... you didn't even wait for us to join you."
She whined, feeling her face hot.
Not like she knew they wanted to join.
"Did he make you feel good, baby?" he licked her other breast. "Did my dumb brother make you cum?"
She squirmed.
"Well..." Lizzie mumbled.
Dean stopped.
"What is it?" Beau asked, and she could hear him moving.
Dean pushed his fingers into her hair, making her fall with her head on his chest, and fucked her slowly with his fingers.
"He didn't make her cum!" he exclaimed, outraged.
Beau pinched her nipples.
"That won't do," he decided. "Not even getting fucked made her cream?"
She squirmed, basking in the mix of being paid such attention to, but being spoken over as if she wasn't even there.
Beau pulled her, making her stand up, and Lizzie gasped when Dean turned her around quickly.
"I guess we do need to do all the work here, hm?" Beau hummed, kissing her lips.
Lizzie melted into his arms and his sweet, sweet kiss, already, and just let him manhandle her back into Dean's lap, this time facing away from him.
She barely processed when the head of Dean's cock poked her entrance, and mewled when she felt the tip entering her.
"We're going to make you cum, pretty girl," he pulled out, rubbing his head on her clit before moving back and then pushing into her again.
Beau pulled his hand, and she whimpered when he rested his forehead on hers and reached between her legs, caressing her clit with his fingers.
Lizzie moaned loudly as his brother pushed in, filling her up quickly.
"Such a good girl," he praised, finger circling her clit a little tighter. "She swallows up cock so good."
She moaned, throwing her head back, and didn't have time to whine when Beau pulled away from her.
He knelt between her legs and when she looked down at him, the image was the most erotic thing she could have seen.
"Uncle Beau?" she asked softly.
His eyes connected with hers, and he leaned in close to her, sticking out his tongue and licking her clit like a little kitten.
"Just relax, baby girl," Dean put his hand on her waist, sitting her all the way down his thick cock. "Let us make you feel good."
He moved his hips under her, thrusts slow and deep, but Uncle Beau had his own pace.
His lips and his tongue were hungry on her clit, never leaving it, never stopping sucking and licking and playing with her, fast and hungry.
As if she could move at all between them as they did that.
Lizzie was so overstimulated, so overpleasured, she could only fucking take it.
"Fucking hell," Ben growled.
She looked opened her eyes, and he was standing a few steps away from them, watching them.
Dean held her down by her middle, and Beau squeezed her thighs.
Lizzie could only cry.
It was too fucking much.
"You couldn't make her cum," he spoke behind her. "We took over."
Ben huffed.
"I could!" he argued. "But you guys had to barge in before I even tried!"
Beau sucked on her clit harder, and her eyes nearly crossed.
Almost right after, Dean's cock brushed against her sweetest spot, and Lizzie cried out loud.
"Show him how pretty you can cum, sweetheart," he kissed her cheek.
"Fuck!"
Lizzie arched her hips, and gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place.
She moaned in pleasure, that exact move making her cum.
When she opened her eyes, Ben had his phone up.
"Smile for the came, sweet girl," he walked closer to them.
Dean grabbed her thighs, fucking her deeper as Beau fucking devoured her.
God, she almost came again just like that.
"Please," she whined.
Dean squeezed her neck a little more.
"Cum again, pretty girl," he commanded. "Cum on my cock before I fill you up."
She did, shaking on top of him, and Beau only pulled away from between her legs when she was done.
He kissed her lips with deep hunger, holding her by her hair as Dean fucked her fast and hard on the chair, using her.
Dean moaned under her, and she could feel the moment he filled her up.
It was so warm and tick, so filling.
She couldn't even enjoy the feeling, though, as Beau quickly pulled her up.
He pulled her, taking her right to the couch, and Lizzie gasped when he tossed her with her belly down, pulling her hips up and nudging her entrance with his cock.
"You want me to fuck you now, pretty girl?" he purred.
"Oh, come on!" Ben walked to you, his phone not in his hand anymore. "You've already fucked her!"
Beau moved his cock, rubbing her sensitive clit, and she gasped as he did.
"So what?"
She was so fucking sensitive.
"Beau," she whined.
"I won't fuck a loose pussy after you are done," Ben protested. "You two have fucked her already and when it was my turn you two just stopped it."
Beau dipped the tip into her, as if he didn't even care, and she whined.
Suddenly, he was taken away, and she opened her eyes to find Ben stumbling back from pushing Beau away, until his brother put him in a headlock.
Fuck, she shouldn't find that hot.
And yet her pussy fluttered, empty.
Needy.
Dean chuckled, and she looked at him, finding him watching them, very amused.
He was very used to that, wasn't he?
"Whoever fucks me last can fuck me longer," she blurted out.
Lizzie only processed her words when they were already out, and Beau smirked when their eyes connected, releasing Ben.
"Well," he stood straighter. "Go on, Benny. Have your turn. I don't mind having some sloppy thirds."
She was flustered at his words, but Ben didn't care.
"Make sure to try and make her cum this time, will you?" Dean teased him.
He scoffed, moving to her, and Lizzie looked back at him as he caressed the middle of her back.
"Where were you?" she whined.
Why had he left?
He pulled two things from his pocket, and her eyes widened, showing them off to her.
A butt plug.
And lube.
"I had a little plan for you," he hummed. "But I think we'll have to wait, hm?"
She gasped when he felt his cock nudging her.
"I guess tonight you're going to be our little cum dump."
"Ben," Dean called.
Ben scoffed behind her, rubbing her up and down.
"She might be small, but she is a big girl, Dean," he purred. "She's gonna lose her ass virginity at some point. Why not let her Uncle Ben be it?"
She moaned, feeling completely pathetic as he teased her pussy, up and down, up and down, up-
"Please," she whined. "Uncle Ben. Stop teasing me!"
He chuckled, and she jumped when he moved his fingers to caress her ass.
"Ben!" Dean argued.
She whined.
"It's alright," she moaned. "Dean!"
Ben poured something warm against her ass, and she gasped in surprise.
"Wrong name, baby girl," he corrected her, giving her ass a slap.
Lizzie whined.
"You two are so fucking easy on her," he grunted. "She's a needy slut who loves being teased."
She squirmed, closing her eyes when he circled her with his finger, cock brushing against her entrance.
"Ben," she whined.
"Lizzie," he cooed back, mocking her.
Beau scoffed, sitting on the couch, close enough that he could touch her face if he wanted to.
"Just hurry up already," he grunted.
Ben moved behind her, and he tossed something onto him.
"Make yourself useful," he commanded. "Take a picture."
She looked at Beau, and he was rolling his eyes, but took the phone on his lap anyway.
"Wanna be filmed, Lizzie?" he caressed her hair.
Her cheeks burned hot.
"Yes, uncle Beau."
He smirked, and angled the phone to get her face just as Ben teased her asshole, pushing his cock into her cunt very slowly.
"Do you think Ben can fuck your little brains out?" he cooed.
Lizzie nodded, and he took a hand to her face, pushing his fingers into her lips.
"Pretty, pretty girl," he hummed, fucking her mouth.
Ben pushed his cock inside her more, filling her again as his finger pushed a finger into her ass.
"Look at you," Beau fucked her with his fingers. "Eyes so glazy... must be feeling so good, little princess."
Fuck, she could hear how wet her pussy was.
"You are so slicky and squishy..." Beau purred. "Must be so, so easy to just slide in there."
"I can just slide in," Ben hummed.
And he did, pushing all the way into her and making her cry out, and Beau pulled his fingers from her mouth, petting her hair a bit.
They were so fucking big, all of them.
Lizzie's brain dripped from her ears at the thought of being fucked like that every day, filled and used.
"Fuck, suck a good cunt," Ben fucked her with his finger. "Want to have you seated on my cock while I work... gonna make you warm me up."
She whined.
"Please," she begged.
But Dean chuckled.
"What work?" he scoffed.
Ben bent down, pressing his lips to her ear.
"I'll fuck you during my shows," he whispered into her ear. "I've been thinking about getting a pussy to fuck, and now I got one for free."
She moaned in pleasure.
Wait, did he work with livestreams?
"We'll see how many times they'll allow me to make you cum," he bit her earlobe. "That might teach you, hm?"
Lizzie gasped, and he pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out and then pushing into her again.
"Ben!"
He chuckled.
"Teach me what?" she moaned.
He pulled his finger back, and when it came back, there were two of them.
"To be patient," he grunted. "And take what we give you. Maybe they'll drive the message better than me."
She moaned.
The thought of that made her feel so gooey.
Dozens... maybe hundreds of people watching her get fucked and used. Making her cum and cum until she was stupid.
His cock brushed against her sweet spot and Ben took a hand down, pinching her clit.
"Won't you love that?"
"Yes," she begged. "Please, Ben!"
He pulled his fingers out, and she gasped when he pushed the plug into her all the way in.
Before she could even react to it, he moved behind her, fucking her hard.
The way she moaned was embarrassing.
Beau put the camera on her face, missing the way his brother was using her, focused on her face.
She probably looked like the sluttiest of whores.
"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.
Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.
"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.
Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.
"Daddy," she cried.
"Fuck," Beau growled.
Ben buried his cock into her cunt, moaning darkly and cumming deep in her, filling her up.
So much cum in her pussy, God...
Beau laughed at his brother.
"Couldn't hold back, Ben?" he teased, tossing his phone at him. "Move over. I'll show you two."
He panted behind her, still, patting the plug, and she whined.
"Shut up, Beau," he grunted. "Been hard for a fucking hour."
"Yeah, yeah," his brother scoffed. "Don't let the cum out."
But Ben didn't move, kissing her back at first.
"Take care of it for me, will you, pretty girl?" he twisted the toy inside her, making her whine. "I'll start training that ass tomorrow."
Ben pulled back from inside her, but she had no time to get used to being empty, and Beau pushed his cock inside her right away.
"Uncle Beau!"
"There's my pussy, missed it all day," he grunted. "So messy, dripping out all that seed."
She moaned, closing her eyes.
"Do you think that'll be enough to breed you?" he picked her up, sitting her on his lap facing his brothers.
Lizzie moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulders.
"But we can't!" she whined.
He took his hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.
"Oh, I've seen where that goes," Ben chuckled, phone pointed to her. "Sweet girl can't be bred by loved it so, so much."
Lizzie whined, squirming on top of him.
"But Ben!" she whined.
He clicked his tongue.
"No, sweetheart," he corrected her. "I'm daddy."
She pouted, squirming as Beau rubbed her clit.
"All that cum inside you," he purred. "I can feel how much you like it, I can feel your stupid cunt squeezing my cock."
Dean stood, walking to stand by her side, and pinched her nipples.
"Her tits are so small," he noted. "Imagine how big they'll get when we put our baby in her."
She could only moan, mind in a goo.
That couldn't feel hot. It shouldn't make her horny, it-
"Go on, baby," uncle Beau kissed her ear. "Cum for us while we breed you."
She came, crying and shaking on top of him, completely soft already, nearly light-headed.
"You're gonna let us use you just like that, won't you?" he made her bounce, Dean's fingers replacing his as Beau grabbed her hips, fucking her. "Gonna let us fill you up, fuck you deep."
"No need to find a job," Ben told her. "Just stay home, be our little stay-at-home girlfriend."
"Our girl," Beau grunted. "Now and forever."
He slammed into her hard, making her feel like her brain was just banging against the walls of her skull.
Again, she came, feeling like it would never even stop.
"I can't," she begged. "Can't cum anymore, please."
Dean pulled his fingers away, and Beau hugged her close as he used her, cumming inside her quickly as she floated in the pleasure of being thoroughly theirs.
She didn't miss the feeling of him cumming in her, and fell onto his shoulder as she kissed sweetly all over her face, shoulder and neck.
She felt someone between her legs, and Lizzie gasped when Beau pulled inside her and hands held her legs spread.
"Fuck, yes," Ben grunted from between her legs. "Look at all that cum, baby girl."
"Careful," Beau panted. "It's going to stain the couch."
"I'll deal with that," he assured him. "I've never stained it, not gonna be a first now."
She heard the sound of Dean gagging for a moment before Ben kissed her thigh and pulled back, and opened her eyes to look at them.
"Poor baby girl," Dean cooed, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around him weakly. "Let's take you to the bathroom to clean you."
Dean was very gentle with her, never lingering in a weird way, giving her a moment to pee - because UTIs aren't nice - and fixed her hair before carrying her to a very large and very comfy bed.
Lizzie scrunched her nose at being alone, but embraced the body that first lied by her side.
"You know, your room is surprisingly clean."
She looked up, picking up on Beau's voice, and Ben squeezed her.
"What's up with all the cameras?" Dean mumbled.
She looked around, surprised to see how many cameras he had set around, capturing his bed in many positions, all with their lenses covered.
"They are off, don't worry," he gruffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm not gonna waste my time putting them away for you."
Dean scoffed, and she felt the bed dip, and relaxed when she felt him embracing her closely, only in his underwear.
"Hey," Beau called. "Where do I go?"
She opened her eyes and the boys squeezed her.
He was standing by the bed with an annoyed face.
"I'm not moving," Ben hid his face in her neck.
Beau huffed.
"Ben!" he half whined.
Dean sighed by her side, and Lizzie gasped when he lifted her and put her on top of him.
"We be the bed," he decided.
Lizzie couldn't quite complain.
Beau lied down with them, at last, and she rested on Dean's chest, feeling Beau's fingers when he started to pet her hair.
“When was the last time we all shared a bed together?” he hummed.
"Not since our balls dropped," Ben spoke into her neck.
But Dean had a different answer.
“No, it was definitely after our birthday, two years ago," he corrected him. "You were such a baby and wouldn’t get your fat ass off of my bed, and Beau was worried you’d choke on your vomit in your sleep.”
Ben scoffed.
“Hey, I’m in a strict diet, you definitely weigh more than me, fatso.”
She felt Dean moving to answer him, but Lizzie was quick to diffuse the situation, kissing Dean, then Ben, then Beau.
"Be nice to one another," she scolded them. "You're brothers."
The boys all laughed.
"We are mean to each other because we are brothers," Dean pointed out.
Lizzie huffed and they all kissed her, both her cheeks and forehead.
"We'll be nice," Beau promised. "For you."
Dean hummed in agreement.
"Right, Ben?" he raised his head.
Ben scoffed.
"Right, right."
She smiled, cheeky.
"Good, or you are never touching this pussy again," Lizzie affirmed.
Well...
"For a month," she added.
"Yes, ma'am," they agreed.
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