#gabriel luna tommy miller

[kblartplace]

The last of us season 2

[thewordypeach]

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit (Flesh Without Blood)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, Tommy Miller x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!, smut, no use of y/n, incest (stepsibling!!), threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetration x2, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, creampiessss summary: You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you're the sun, and they're planets. author's note: as requested, a sequel to Flesh without Blood! i hope you enjoy. i have some other stories in the works, so keep an eye out for those! xoxo the wordy peach <3

The door to the apartment opens, and two familiar voices flood the small space. Naked and ready, you call out, “I’m in here!”

You’ve been waiting all afternoon for Joel and Tommy, pussy hungry, aching from the lack of attention. Your brothers walk into the room, and their reaction to the scene before them makes you vibrate with anticipation.

As they peer at you, their exhaustion dissipates, elation replacing it. You blush as they devour your naked, willing body. A sheepish smile flickers across your face, eyes shifting between them as you meekly ask, “Who is going to take me first?” 

They glance at each other, and their lips slowly curve into a grin. You wait, feeling downright nervous. You’re worried that they will reject you - but thankfully, Tommy answers, “We were thinking both of us….”

Anticipation floods your core, and excitedly, you gaze at them. After that fateful night, all you wanted was for them to fuck you simultaneously; you didn’t care how. You just wanted both of their cocks inside you -

 “At the same time?” Your question comes out in a rush.

Tommy gives a quick nod, confirming, “At the same time,” 

Immediately, your body begins to squirm. You can’t hold back the excitement. You’ve been very keen on this fantasy, but Tommy and Joel have hesitantly resisted it. You think it’s absurd; they’ve already shared your hole once before - Joel literally fucked your used pussy directly after Tommy came inside. So, what’s a little double penetration? 

“What changed your mind?” You move to the bed, lying down on it. Tommy watches your tits bounce, noting how your nipples are perky and alert. Joel is busy looking at your thighs, waiting to catch a glimpse of your slit; he’s disappointed when your legs clamp shut as if you’re shy about it. 

“We wanted to show you how much we love you, Nic….” Joel finally speaks up, his voice gruff and low. You watch as he moves to one side of the mattress, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Tommy going to the other side. They both sit down, the bed dipping down in the process. In tandem, their hands move to touch you. Tommy immediately fondles your chest, kneading the pillows of flesh; Joel’s hand races down to your naked thigh, spreading it open. 

Your heart pounds at their calloused hands, giving you dual pleasure, and you try to differentiate between their touches for a moment: Joel’s touch is soft, and Tommy’s touch is rough. You love both. Each touch brings out a different feeling, and your body floods with arousal, pussy mounting with wetness, ready to be ravished. Joel's palm is at your thigh, his fingers trailing over the sensitive skin before finally ghosting over your slit, making you shudder. 

It glistens in the light, and Joel licks his lips. He looks like he’s starving. You eye him as he teases the exterior, circling your juices around your slickness and thumbing your clit. Joel shifts his body to lie between your thighs, and once settled, his mouth seals over your pussy. 

“Oh, shit,” You moan, head tilting back, watching as his strong jaw works to lap up every ounce of your sweet nectar that drips out of your tight hole. Suddenly, your attention turns from Joel to Tommy, who suckles at your tits and squeezes them repeatedly. The warmth of their mouths on your most sensitive parts is almost too much to bear, and you are quickly raptured into a state of pure ecstasy. 

You run a hand through the hair of both, breathlessly giggling, “This is quite the sight….” Your brothers only grunt in response, too busy for a proper answer. It makes your stomach flutter from being the center of their attention; it’s all you’ve ever wanted. You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you’re the sun, and they’re planets. 

Your chest heaves and your hips buck forward, desperate for Joel to give you more. His dexterous tongue drives you wild, but you want his skillful fingers inside. You squirm underneath Joel, trying to get his attention, when finally Tommy stops what he’s doing and barks at his brother, “Joel, just finger her already,” 

And Joel, the one who hates taking orders, obeys. His thick digit circles your hole, and he slides it in - past his knuckle - and you take it so well that Joel adds a second. You gasp at the intrusion as your muscles reluctantly stretch around his appendages. Joel’s tongue cruises delightfully up your folds, parting them to massage your pulsating clit. A growing pleasure mounts your body, and you’re writhing beneath your brothers, desperate for the release. 

“Are you gonna cum on Joel’s face?” Tommy asks, lifting his head to yours and pressing his nose into your cheek. He peppers kisses along your jaw to your ear, nibbling the lobe and dodging his tongue inside. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, concentrating on the sensation radiating between your thighs. 

Tommy hums, “Hmm? Tell me, Nic - is Joel gonna make you cum?” 

“Ye-yeah,” You nod, grinding into Joel’s face as his tongue and fingers coax your body to the edge. Your hand threads itself through your older brother’s hair, tugging it as he continues his relentless assault. You tell Tommy, “Joel’s gonna make me cum,” 

“Cum for him,” Tommy orders as he wraps his fingers around your neck, applying the slightest pressure, “Cum for Joel -”

You love this side of Tommy. Hearing him be assertive and controlling triggers something feral, and those sweet, sinful nothings have you climaxing; it’s the type that seizes your body and have you clenching your teeth and eyes screwing shut as you call out, “Fuckkkk - mmm cumming!”

Your pussy convulses, walls clenching around your brother’s fingers, drenching them. Your hips rise off the bed, and Joel’s mouth remains attached, continuing to nudge your clit over and over. You shudder, gulping down air, filling your greedy lungs as your body floats back down to earth. 

“Mmm, good girl,” Tommy hums, removing his hand from your throat. A tingle shoots through your body from his compliment, and your eyes snap open, watching him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. The sight of it makes you salivate. 

Tommy asks, “Wanna taste your brother’s cock?” He already knows the answer. He can see it in your face and how your eyes are glued to his length. He steps forward, and your mouth opens, feeling his thickness push past your lips until your mouth has sheathed him. Your tongue swirls over his bulbous crown, making him groan. He holds your hair away from your face, still unbelieving that he gets to experience his sister’s mouth.

“Fucking love this filthy mouth of yours, Nic,” Tommy’s approval is encouraging and spurs you on, and your tongue keenly slides over the smooth, taut skin, pussy swelling at the memory of him filling you up with his seed. Hearing Tommy grunt and groan, mixing with the sounds of you sputtering around his cock has Joel grinding into the mattress below. His cock, unbelievably hard, strains against his jeans and begs for release. 

So, reluctantly, Joel removes his mouth from your pussy. You don’t seem to notice, instead focusing on your other brother’s cock. Joel quickly undresses and returns to place his body between your thighs, nudging them open and splaying them apart. He glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, juices coating it.

You feel Joel pushing his cock into your entrance, and you groan, mouth full of Tommy’s cock, as your tight hole opens just enough to let Joel in. At first, your velvet channel is resistant; inch by inch, Joel sinks in until you have swallowed him entirely. You mewl, realizing you have both of your brother’s cock inside. But not in the way you pictured -

“Shit, Nicky….” Joel slowly rolls his hips back, and with each word, he thrusts, growling, “So. Fucking. Tight.” You sputter around Tommy’s cock; your pussy is so full, so stretched, but it’s not nearly enough. You want more. You need Tommy’s cock inside there too. 

Hand still pumping Tommy’s shaft, you pull your mouth off and ask: “Joel, is this room for Tommy?”

Your question catches off both of your brothers, who glance at each other before looking at you. You have this innocent, insatiable expression written across your face - you wait, a single eyebrow raised. You’ve rendered them speechless.

“Uh, what do you mean, Nic?” Joel asks his cock still inside.

“I mean, I want you and Tommy inside -” You suck in a breath before huffing out, “The same hole,”

“Holy fuck, Nic….” Tommy mutters, running a hand over his face and stalling as he tries to wrap his head around the suggestion, “You’re fucking nasty,”

You don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult, but regardless, your cheeks redden, murmuring, “I know….mm’sorry -”

Joel swoops down, capturing your face with his hands, peering at you with his limpid brown eyes, “No need to be sorry, darlin’...”

“Joel, are you seriously considering it?” Tommy asks, incredulous. Despite his uncertainty, Tommy’s cock remains hard, which tells you the double penetration doesn’t entirely turn him off.

Joel looks at his brother and shrugs, admitting, “I’ll try anything once. You know this, Tommy,”

Meanwhile, you’re laying there, velvet walls still wrapped around Joel’s cock, waiting. You don’t want to push Tommy into something if he’s uncomfortable, and you think of a compromise. “What if you fuck my ass instead, Tommy?”

Tommy groans, and you feel his shaft quiver in your hand - he liked that suggestion. Slowly, you start to move your hand, jerking his cock again. His eyes shut close, pausing to think. As your hand squeezes his thick crown, he shudders, “Yeah… yeah, I’ll fuck your ass,” 

You waste no time, keen to capitalize on your fantasy. Of course, you’re nervous. You’ve never had anal sex, but you trust Tommy and Joel. You feel safe with them, and you know that if it’s going to be anyone, you rather it be one of them - 

“Joel, lay down,” You instruct. Joel listens, positioning himself underneath your body. His hands quickly find your hips as you settle in his lap. Joel sees and feels your exhilaration, watching you shift down, pressing your chest into his and raising your ass - meanwhile, your eyes are on Tommy, who is shuffling onto the bed.

As Tommy pumps his cock, his stomach flutters. He feels jittery as a rush of adrenaline whooshes through him. Eagerly, you wiggle your hips, giggling. Joel hasn’t seen you like this in years, nor has Tommy. An inexplicable force drives Joel to grab your face and kiss you with such passion that you feel it in your core. Joel’s tongue meets yours, intertwining as Tommy’s face dips down, and you feel his big hands smoothing over your cheeks before his mouth closes in on your sensitive asshole. You gasp, body tensing. 

“Relax, Nic,” Joel whispers between kisses, “Or else his dick won’t fit,”

You nod, closing your eyes as Tommy preps your puckered knot by moving a finger and swirling his spit and your pussy juices around it. The sensation sends a jolt of bliss through your body and leaves you wanting more, and Tommy does just that. He gently pushes the tip of his finger inside, commenting, “How does it feel, Nic?”

You moan, confessing, “Good,”

But your body is still hesitant, and Joel can tell. He encourages, “Take a deep breath,” you listen, filling your lungs with a long and deep inhale before exhaling slowly. During your tantric breathing, Tommy can slip his entire finger in, causing you to hiss in surprise. 

“How’s our girl doing, Joel?” Tommy asks as he stops, letting you get used to his finger being in a taboo body part. Joel looks at your strained face and notes how you are biting your lip and how your eyes are still shuttered close.

“Add another finger, Tommy,” Joel instructs, and with that, Tommy adds a second finger. Your eyes spring open as a slight squeal escapes from your mouth. Once more, Joel is instructing you to relax, his voice more demanding than before. He’s enjoying your expression of discomfort, and he swears his cock is getting harder because of your pain - after all, you are the dirty slut who wanted this. You wanted Tommy’s cock inside your ass, and you’ll get fucking it.

The room has filled with your laboured breathing, and soon enough, your hips are rocking backward to meet Tommy’s pistoning fingers. You’re moaning and groaning as your brother stretches your asshole. Meanwhile, Joel is becoming impatient, and his cock is aching for release. He wants to fill your cunt with his seed - 

“Tommy, I think she’s ready,” Joel says, continuing to talk about you as if you’re not even in the same room. It’s as if Joel has reduced you to a mere object, and it only adds to the fire already burning in your core. 

Tommy nods, withdrawing his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, but it’s quickly forgotten about because Tommy is there again, this time pressing the head of his cock against your taboo entrance. You hear him spit and feel his homemade lubricant dripping down before Tommy starts to ease himself inside. The pressure relents and opens just enough to let his cock through.

Your jaw slackens, and your mouth gapes open. It’s a pain mixed with pleasure. It’s the feeling of being full yet yearning for more. Your breathing, still laboured, comes out sharp and tight. 

“Relax,” Joel reminds you. He’s holding your hips, trying to pry them apart more than they already are. Meanwhile, Tommy’s hands knead your plump mounds of flesh, spreading your cheeks apart. Your brothers are practically ripping you in half. And, of course, you love every damn second of it. 

“Mmm, you like this, Nic?” Tommy grunts, “You like my cock in your ass?” he doesn’t wait for your answer and plunders forward, stuffing the first couple of inches of his cock inside. The feeling is indescribable. 

“Oh, Tommy, I love it,” You whine, despite the soreness surging through your body. Joel writhes beneath you, jutting his hips upward. He needs to be inside you now, and he reaches down to hold his cock up. Joel waits, and the next time your hips sink, the head of his cock slides into your molten wetness. Your head tosses back, and you cry out. 

The pain is sharp and punches through your core. It’s official. Your pussy and ass have been claimed by your brothers, and now both of their cocks are being sheathed by your holes, separated only by a thin veil of skin - forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet. 

You feel their thick cocks ribbing their way inside your holes. You swear you can feel every ridge and vein as they move in tandem. You feel so full, so complete. The sensation is otherworldly, and hearing Tommy and Joel grunt together is simply exquisite. 

“Fuck, Nic,” Tommy hisses, “You like being filled by your brothers’ cocks?”

“I do, I fucking do,” You moan, pressing your hands into Joel’s chest, fingers gripping his bulky chest muscles as you struggle to remain composed because each time Tommy slams into your ass, it sends your pussy up Joel’s cock. It’s a rhythm you have no control over, and all you know is that it’s building you toward a very powerful orgasm -

The three of you are breathing heavily, moaning, and coiling together in an act so sinful that neither of you can believe it’s happening. Joel is losing himself in the winding bliss, knowing he won’t last much longer as he undulates his hips to match his brother’s thrusts. It’s a position Joel never thought he’d be in, and he enjoys it. Maybe a bit too much. 

Tommy’s eyes are screwed shut, and his hands grip your ass so tight it’s sure to leave bruises on your peachy flesh. He feels the tension in his balls tightening, and he wants to slow down to prolong the threesome, but Tommy can’t. Something inside yearns for the release, so much so that it practically burns him from the inside out. Tommy tosses his head back, throat bobbing, licking his lips, “Fuck, Nicky - I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum in my ass, Tommy,” You reply, noting how Tommy’s tempo quickens. The speed at which your brother drives his cock in and out of your forbidden hole produces a feral cry that sounds deep in your core.

“Joel,” You pant, eyes fluttering down to the brother beneath you, “Are you gonna cum in my pussy?”

His eyes are screwed shut, and a look of concentration flickering across his face. Joel nods, grunting in response because words evade him. He can’t think; he can’t speak. He can only chase the thrill of his sick kink of filling his sister up to the brim with his spunk.

“Cum in my pussy,” You encourage, watching Joel’s face redden at the request. You repeat, “Cum in my pussy, Joel,” Your words push him off the edge, and he’s shoving his hips into yours, cock surging with cum that floods your warm, velvety hole. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all Joel can say. His chest is heaving as his orgasm punches through his core, sending yet another blast of cum into you. Tommy is next, having lasted a few seconds longer than Joel, and you feel Tommy’s cock turns rigid, and his moans turn into primal sounds of his release.

As Tommy shoots his load deep in your ass, your climax peaks, and heat sears through your body. You cry out as an orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart. Pleasure surges, assaulting your senses. Your pussy and ass violently clamp down on your brothers’ cocks, milking the leftovers. The ecstasy is overwhelming and neverending, and you can’t help but collapse into Joel’s chest, body completely spent.

[alltheirdamn]

i don’t even think i need to say anything. i just—

[believeripley]

Just Tommy Miller enjoying watching his nieces give his brother shit.

[tomshiddles]

the reunion of the Miller brothers

[tlou-obsessed]

Siblings actually feeling like siblings is my absolute favourite thing in shows:

siblings sharing one braincell:

The same crooked smile:

And in the first 10 minutes or so you already know the dynamic between these two, Joel knows Tommy will tease him endlessly about the t-shirt being inside out, being an older sibling, when making a mistake I look at my younger siblings first because I just know they are gonna be insufferable about it. But Tommy respects the hell out of Joel, he immidiately puts out the cigarette when told so, this is responsible older brother Joel, who will bail him out of jail...

He's also the person he looks to, to make the decisions que 'What are we doin', Joel':

also the fact that they got two guys with patchy beards is dedication to me, they wanted these two to be genetically brothers:

These two walking in sync never fails to get me, they are walking the exact same way:

Also haven't seen each other in quite a while and doesn't miss the chance to tease little brother:

all I have to say is Gabriel and Pedro were dedicated to show us they were brothers and I love them for that.

[pearlessance]

Three's A Crowd

Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: Tommy's new girlfriend is awfully sweet. When Joel finds out she's got a big appetite that only he can fill, he decides to satisfy the craving. Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, threesome, praise, seduction, age gap(20yrs), size difference, oral sex galore, unprotected sex, photos taken during intercourse, mention of sending nudes, throat bulge, usual smut antics NOTE: i'm not sure if this is actually any good considering it was writen in just a matter of days because i was inspired by the new promo, gabriel luna the man that you are 😵‍💫😵‍💫 !! MASTERLIST [crossposted to AO3]

 Joel Miller knows his brother like the back of his hand. 

Which is why it’s not surprising when Tommy lets him in on the details about his secret new girlfriend. Secret—because you’re the daughter of their most consistent client. 

At first, Joel tells him how stupid it is to risk the company like that. It’s irresponsible to put on the line their biggest cash cow just to fuck around with the only daughter of the man that funds Miller Contracting through the winter. And then there’s the fact that you don't exactly fit Tommy’s type.

A rich girl with an even richer daddy compared to all those wild girls from Tommy’s previous female fixations? It doesn’t line up. It makes no sense in Joel’s head. 

Even as his brother tries to explain, “I didn’t go after her. Not at first. She came onto me.”

Joel’s got one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped on the open window of his truck as they drive home from a particularly exhausting day. He furrows his brows and asks, “Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious? You sure she actually likes you and isn’t just tryin’ to get her daddy’s attention?”

Tommy snorts. “Even if she was, I wouldn't care. You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?”

“Jesus Christ—”

“An’ I mean love, Joel. Not like. Love.” There are stars in his eyes and he knows it’s a serious matter but Joel can’t help the laugh that escapes him.

He thinks it must be high praise coming from his brother who goes home with a different girl every other weekend. “That good, huh?”

“Better than good.” 

And he knows Tommy’s got a one-track mind, so there’s really no use fighting it. So he just says, “Be careful. Don’t go gettin’ caught 'cause the business will pay the price.”

Tommy agrees and Joel lets it go. Doesn’t think about it again, even when Tommy cancels their plans to go out that weekend in favor of your company.

Well, not until he’s standing in your kitchen going over blueprints with your father, that is. 

Joel tries not to glance out of the floor-length windows in the kitchen to the backyard. He tries not to look at the movement in the pool that repeatedly catches his eye. And he tries, really fucking hard, not to allow his attention to linger on the way that white bikini rests so snugly against your chest, or the way your wet hair cascades down your back and sticks to your smooth skin, or the way his cock twitches in his jeans when the impressive swell your ass shakes as you pull yourself up and out of the pool.

He understands his brother a little better when he sees you, Joel thinks. Understands why he’s willing to risk such a high-profit opportunity for the chance to see you underneath him. 

Your father leaves the kitchen to find an old set of blueprints to compare to the new ones, and Joel begins to panic as he realizes this is the moment you decide you’re done swimming. 

When you open the door to the kitchen the hinges creak. Joel takes note of it. 

Water drips onto the white tile floor, the same quick rhythm as the thumping of his heart against his sternum. You cross the kitchen and open the fridge door without even looking at him. 

But Joel certainly looks at you. Can’t help but to, really. You’re like some decadent display as you break the seal of an icy bottle of water and begin to take long, slow drinks from it. Your lips are plush and swollen and Tommy’s words reverberate in the back of Joel’s head. 

You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?

“Thirsty?”

He nearly chokes. Joel knows you’re likely just being hospitable. Kind, even. But he feels like he shouldn’t be speaking to you, not when you’re close to naked and dripping wet. And if not because of your father upstairs, then certainly because of his brother’s affinity for you. So, despite the way his tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth, he says, “No, thanks.”

Joel turns his eyes back to his blueprints, folding the corner once, twice, trying to focus on anything but the weight of your stare.

If you notice his unease you ignore it as you slide up to the counter beside him and peer down at the layout of your father’s newest home renovation. You’re so close he can feel the heat of your skin, can smell the chlorine in your hair. “Hm,” you say. “This is for the guest room?”

“Bedroom D,” he corrects.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You turn away from the blueprints, spine resting against the marble countertop in favor of studying him instead. “You’re Joel, right? Tommy’s older brother?”

There’s no sense in lying, Joel thinks. Though he does consider it for a moment. “Uh…yeah,” he says. And then he clears his throat and nods, repeating a little more firmly, “Yeah.”

Your stare is so hot against his skin, eyes unabashedly roaming down the column of his neck. He shivers as your attention lingers on the small sliver of his chest that’s revealed thanks to his decision this morning to leave one of the buttons on his flannel unsecured. You’re standing so close to him now that a drop of chlorinated water falls from the ends of your hair and onto his arm.

Joel feels the cool liquid slide down his too warm-skin, melting as if it were ice, heating to the temperature of his blood that sings in his veins beneath your scrutinization.

He watches your tongue slide over your pretty bottom lip and his breath catches in his lungs. “Hm,” you say again, the sound a little fonder this time. “I see where he gets his good looks from.”

It’s been a long time since someone flirted with him so openly. Even longer since someone your age even took a second glance at him. And even though he knows, by the rule of his own morality, that you belong to his little brother…Joel can’t deny the giddy feeling it elicits in his chest. Can’t deny that he likes your attention, either.

“Found them,” your father suddenly says, bounding down the stairs with folded blueprints in his hand. 

Joel clears his throat and you take a small step away from him, but otherwise seem unphased by the intrusion. He tries to ignore the lingering buzzing beneath his skin, tries to shake off what remains of the electrified energy you’d created.

You greet your dad with a kiss on the cheek and tell him you’re going out tonight. Your father asks with who, and you glance past him, staring only at Joel as you say simply, “Just a friend.”

And he knows you’ll likely be at his little brother’s apartment within the hour. Thinks about preparing himself for yet another of Tommy’s cancellations of guy’s night but this time there’s no frustration on Joel’s part. 

Because he doesn’t blame his brother at all. If anything, he understands a little better now. Understands why getting drunk with Joel at a bar is a far less tempting activity than spreading those pretty thighs of yours. Understands why he’d rather stay home than go out, especially if you’re there in his bedroom on your knees for him. 

His assumption is confirmed later that night when he gets a text message.

Tommy: Have to cancel again. Sorry, something came up.

Joel knows exactly what ‘came up’ and decides to put on an old western movie to distract himself instead.

But when he lays in bed that night, the image of you in your bikini surfaces in his brain and makes a home there. He tries for an hour to get himself to relax enough to shut it out, to just go to sleep.

Eventually, though, he realizes there’s no fucking point in trying. And even though you’re in his brother’s bed and your father’s blueprints are sitting on the kitchen table downstairs, Joel Miller takes his cock in his hand and has the best orgasm of his life. He thinks about your smooth skin and supple curves, thinks about the way that single droplet of water felt against his skin, thinks about your pink tongue and the way you looked at him with such insatiable hunger.

It’s a secret Joel decides he’ll take to his grave.

He tries not to think of you after that. Tries to keep his distance from you, from your house in general. Joel’s not a man who enjoys technology but opts for emailing your father instead of meeting with him to avoid another post-pool incident.

Tommy finally makes it to guy’s night two weeks later but he’s glued to his fucking cell phone. Joel tries to make conversation, tells him about upcoming projects and opportunities for contracts, and mentions that this summer has been their most profitable yet. But Tommy only nods every so often. Giving Joel a stupid, uninterested, “Yeah, for sure,” or “That’s great, Joel,” or “I don’t know, maybe.”

There’s no salt to his words, no meaning other than oblivious agreement. And it starts to anger Joel because Tommy’s been distracted by girls before but never like this. Never so much so that he can’t sit and have half a conversation with his brother. Eventually, he lets out an annoyed sigh and says, “If you’ve got somewhere better to be you can just fuckin’ go, Tommy. Jesus Christ.”

The irritation seems to finally get his attention. Tommy locks his cell phone and says, “She’s sending me pictures, distractin’ me, I’m sorry,” but there’s a stupid ass grin on his face and Joel can feel the insincerity radiating off his brother.

Joel rolls his eyes and waves down the bartender for the check. 

“No, no, okay,” Tommy insists, setting his phone face down on the bar top. He shoos the bartender away and says, “Okay, seriously, you’re right. I’m sorry.” It’s a little more genuine this time, and so Joel decides to meet his brother halfway.

“You really like her? S’that what this is?”

That smile returns to Tommy’s face, eyes glossing over in a mystifying way. He must, because Joel’s never seen him like this before. “We’re not even together,” he says.

Joel’s brows furrow. “What are you talking about? You spend every weekend with her, you might as well be.”

“Believe me, Joel, I’ve tried, man. She’s…I don’t know how to explain it. She doesn’t want anything serious. Doesn’t wanna be exclusive or nothin’ but isn’t fuckin’ around with anyone but me. I just…” he shakes his head and his eyes widen and Joel can see the awe in them. 

“So she’s acting like you,” Joel supplies.

It makes Tommy laugh. But the more he explains, the more Joel starts to believe it. “She’s so sweet but that girl is insatiable. Just wants to fuck and have a good time and that’s it. Doesn’t care about much else.”

“I’m not sayin’ you shouldn’t have fun, Tommy, but don’t let her consume your whole life. Get some space every once in a while,” Joel says. But he understands the infatuation, understands exactly how enticing your company would be. 

He leans in close, one hand wrapped around his whiskey glass and the other tapping the back of his phone. “Those pictures…she’s taking pictures in the shower, Joel. For me. An’ you wanna know what she just told me the other day?”

Joel knows what’s coming next. Knows Tommy’s about to clue him in on something Joel has no business knowing, but he can’t fight off his curiosity. “What?”

“Said her biggest fantasy is a threesome with two guys. Told me, and I quote, that she wants to get fucked while she’s got my dick in her mouth.” He makes a sound of disbelief but there’s this grin on his face that lets Joel know Tommy’s biggest fantasy is to be with a filthy girl like you.

Joel just shakes his head.

But the image his brother paints lingers in his brain for days.

In fact, he’s still thinking about it during his next meeting with your father. Thinking about the fact that you’re up in your room, fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once when your dad suddenly says, “I’ll be out of town for a couple of weeks, I hope you don’t mind I gave my little girl your phone number. Just in case anything goes wrong. It won’t, but I hate being so far away while she’s here alone. I’m sure you understand, being a father and all.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to respond, unsure how to explain how terrible an idea that is, so he says nothing. Just nods stiffly and begins discussing the renovations for the ensuite of bedroom C. 

Less than a week later, Joel gets a phone call from an unknown number, and his gut sinks because he knows it’s you. He debates on ignoring the call but then begins to worry that something’s actually wrong and puts himself in your father’s position. Thinks he’d be furious, had it been Sarah, if she’d called someone for help and they’d ignored her. 

So, he presses his cell phone to his ear and says, “Hello?”

“Joel? Hi, sorry, I know it’s kinda late. Do you think you could come over really quick? I need your help.”

“Help? With what?” It doesn’t really matter, he thinks. Because he’s already lacing up his boots, phone held to his ear with his shoulder.

“I locked myself out,” you explain. “My dad’s out of town for work and I didn’t grab my key before he left. You have a spare, don’t you? For the renovations and stuff?”

Joel can’t help but wonder where you’ve been for the last few days. Someplace you wouldn’t have needed to come home, it seems. “Uh, yeah, I do,” he says. “I’ll be there in a minute. Hang tight.”

He finds you standing on your front porch with a backpack slung over your shoulder, your phone charger in your hand, and a look of relief on your face. “Thank you so much,” you immediately say. “I swear I never forget my key but I was distracted this time.”

Joel unlocks the front door for you and lets you inside. He lingers on the threshold, saying, “No, it’s fine. No worries at all.”

“Come inside,” you insist, and he can feel the bad decision from a fucking mile away.

“Really, it’s fine. I’ll just—”

“Please,” you interrupt. “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Let me make you something to eat before you go. It’s the least I could do.”

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But he does.

Joel nods, unable to resist you and how pretty the word please sounds in your mouth. He follows you into the kitchen, lingering at the island counter as you drop your bag onto the floor next to the stairs and immediately plug your cell phone into the extra outlet he’d placed into the backsplash per your father’s request during last winter’s renovation. You look over your shoulder at him as you open the refrigerator and ask, “You like grilled cheese?”

“Uh, yeah. I do.” He sits in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the way you move as you prepare the bread and heat up a cast iron pan. Eventually, he finds the courage to ask, “You…uh…were you at Tommy’s?”

He watches as your cheeks redden the smallest bit. But there’s no shame in your voice as you answer simply, “Yes, I was.”

“Figured you’d tire each other out eventually,” he teases.

You laugh softly, and the buttered bread sizzles as you place it into the pan. As you lay the slices of cheese on top of it you explain, “Wasn’t like that. I’m home for the weekend so Tommy can talk to you, actually.”

It surprises him to hear it, in truth. “Me? What for?”

You flush an even deeper crimson. “Uhm…I think it’s better that you hear it from him,” you say.

Joel’s mind wanders to a million places as you dig out a spatula and flip the grilled cheese. But then a terrifying thought strikes him and Joel suddenly asks, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“Ew, no,” you say with a laugh. “Believe me, Joel, I like creampies just as much as the next girl but I’m not irresponsible about it.”

This time, it’s his face that warms. Joel swallows hard and sits on the barstool at the island, trying not to think about your inadvertent admission, trying not to imagine it, to imagine how fucking good it would feel to—

“Here,” you say, placing a glass plate in front of him with a perfectly crispy grilled cheese cut diagonally. He’s thankful for the distraction, thankful to convince himself the watering of his mouth is from the food in front of him and not the thought of how you would taste on his tongue.

“Thanks,” he says simply, trying to massage some of the tension from his shoulders. It had been a long day on the job site and he’ll admit to himself only that a grilled cheese and the sight of a pretty girl certainly feels like a treat.

You seem to notice his discomfort and ask, “You okay?”

He nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. It’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had and he tries to hold back his moan to no avail. When he looks over at you, you’re wearing a satisfied grin that only widens when he says around another mouthful, “This is incredible.”

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, you step up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. Joel opens his mouth to stop you, to tell you this is wrong, inappropriate—but then you kneed your fingers into the tender muscle, and his eyes flutter closed. 

All argument leaves him as quickly as it appeared, and all he can manage to say is, “Jesus Christ.”

Your quiet giggle is the cutest thing he’s ever heard. And Joel knows he should be thinking of his brother right now, knows he should be thinking of your father, thinking about the fact that you’re just a young woman, twenty years separating the two of you…but all he can focus on is the way your hands feel on him.

They’re warm and soft but clinical in their pursuit, thumbs pressing hard into the muscle that brackets his spine. Your delicate fingers feel like heaven, bringing relief he never realized just how badly he needed.

You slowly massage down his back, pushing against the knots, working them free. When you get to his lower back, he groans when you slip your hands beneath his navy t-shirt. You’re touching him with no barrier and it steals the breath from his lungs.

Never in his life has he wanted to be touched by someone so badly. Never in his life has he enjoyed the feel of another person’s skin against his so much. Your thumbs dig into the sore muscles, working the tension out.

You lean in so close that he can feel the heat of your breath against the shell of his ear as you say, “Will you take your shirt off?”

He’s thankful you’re standing behind him, however. Because it means you can’t see the way his cock stiffens in his jeans.

The words are tempting and seductive and wrong, he knows. He looks back at you and the heat in your eyes takes him off guard. The angle has his mouth so close to yours you’re sharing the same breath.

It’s then he knows just how badly you want him. As much as he wants you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say. While you speak, your fingertips trace soft patterns into the skin of his lower back.

Joel knows it’s a bad idea, but he does it anyway.

You step away from him only long enough for Joel to grip his t-shirt at the back of his collar and pull it over his head, laying it on the marble countertop.

And then you go back to your ministrations as if nothing changed; massaging the tension from his muscles, starting low and working your way back up to his shoulders this time. But it is different, Joel knows. Because he can feel the heat of your skin against his and his heart rate picks up, a different kind of tension filling him instead.

But it feels so fucking good that he doesn’t ever want you to stop.

So, he eats what remains of his grilled cheese. Lets you work the tightness from his bones, trying not to hiss in pain when you touch a particularly tender spot in the center of his back. You lighten the pressure there and begin building back up to it slowly, bringing him to heights of euphoria he’d never known existed.

When he wipes the crumbs from his hands and pushes his now empty plate away, Joel knows he should stop you. But he doesn’t, because he can no longer find a reason good enough to say the words. He lets you dote on him in a way he doesn’t deserve and soaks it up while it lasts.

And when you press a sweet, chaste kiss to the top of his spine, Joel feels the energy shift but doesn’t say anything then, either.

Because he likes the way your lips feel against his skin. Even more so than your soft hands.

You do it again, a little higher this time. You kiss the back of his neck and he shivers. He realizes you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin, because he can feel the smile on your lips as you press another wet, open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his shoulder.

Joel’s cock has never been this hard, he thinks. He’s never wanted someone so badly, has never been so incapable of making the right decision as he is at this very moment.

His breath comes fast and labored as you press yourself to him. You’re not wearing a bra beneath your oversized t-shirt, and he can feel your pebbled nipples against his back. Your hands move forward, circling his abdomen, sliding up and over his chest. He knows he should stop you now, knows this is the beginning of something he can never come back from.

But the two of you are all alone in this big empty house, and how can he deny you? He doesn’t have the strength. Not then you slide pretty, delicate fingers over his soft stomach, through the dark curls that disappear into his jeans.

Your hand is slow in its pursuit but still adamant as you palm the bulge in his jeans. Even through the thick denim, the feel of your hands on him makes him shake. He cock throbs with each gentle stroke, each small movement. “You can tell me to stop,” you tell him. “Is this okay?”

He can’t bring himself to say anything, but the moan that escapes him is answer enough. He places his hands on the edge of the counter and straightens his spine, getting a full view as you undo the button of his jeans and lower the metal zipper at an agonizingly slow pace.

And then you’re slipping a hand inside his jeans, below the elastic band of his boxers, and all thoughts eddy out of his head. He can think of nothing, nothing as you begin to stroke him. Your hands are small, barely fitting around his cock, but you make do with what you have and it’s more than enough.

You pull him out of his jeans completely, and it’s a sight to behold, seeing his cock in your pretty hands. He tries to catch his breath as you pull one of your hands away for a single moment. And when it returns, your fingers are sticky with webs of spit.

This time, when you wrap your hand around his cock, you’re able to stoke him a little easier, the added lubrication allowing for freer movement. You move slowly at first, hands grazing from base to tip.

He watches with reverence as you familiarize yourself with him. When a bead of precum forms at the tip of his cock, you use your thumb to add it to the sticky wetness already in your hands. Joel can feel the smile on your face as you continue to press desperate kisses to his spine, and he knows he won’t last long like this.

Watching you stroke him with both of your small hands, watching you take care of him like this…it’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

So he closes his eyes. Lets himself sink into the moment with you instead, listens to your pretty whimpers as you press your tits against him. He wants to reach around and slide his hand between your thighs but knows better, knows that this is already bad enough.

You tighten your hands around his cock, squeezing a little harder, and he feels his end begin to build at the base of his spine. “Fuck.”

“Does it feel good?”

He tries to breathe slowly, tries to draw it out. But you pick up your pace, stroking him a little faster, and Joel can’t stop the groan that escapes him.

“You make me so wet, Joel,” you whisper against his skin. “I think about you and touch myself sometimes, thinking about how fucking big you are, how good it would feel to have you touch me…how good you’d feel inside of me.”

Your filthy words bring him to the brink. Joel fights it, doesn’t want to finish so fast he embarrasses himself. He wants to see the look on your face, wants to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter that he built.

Joel clenches his fists instead. Stays stone still because he knows if he moves an inch he’ll be giving into these desires. Knows a single shift in position would have him pulling your shorts down your thighs and licking your pussy until he makes you cry out for God. 

But it’s not his place.

It’s not his fucking place, and you’re not his fucking girl.

So he doesn’t move.

You do, though.

Joel tries to catch his breath as you pull away from him, the absence of your touch leaving him cold and wanting. But then you’re nudging your way in front of him, in the small space between his knees and the island, and then you’re lowering yourself to the marble floor.

You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?

Slowly, you run your hands over his jean-clad thighs. You look up at him through your lashes and he feels a little like he’s being worshipped.

And when you lean forward, pretty, soft tongue licking the underside of his cock, Joel can’t keep his hands to himself. His resolve withers, and he threads his fingers through your hair but is careful not to rush you.

He lets you take your time, lets you swirl your tongue over the head, lets you taste every inch of him to your heart’s content. And when you finally take him into your mouth, cheeks hallowed out, creating a tight seal around him, Joel’s head falls back in bliss.

You savor it, relish in it, swallowing him down inch by inch. He hits the back of your throat and still you keep going, choking on him, nose pressed against the hair below his navel. With each pass, you begin to bob your head, tongue smoothing over the sensitive tip. You set an insatiable rhythm, drool sliding down your chin.

It doesn’t take him long. His hands tighten in the hair at the nape of your neck and he breaths out, “Fuck, fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna-”

Your watery eyes meet his and the adoration in them sends him over the edge. Joel finishes at the back of your mouth, your fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs almost painfully, but you take everything he gives you and swallow it down.

It’s the sexiest thing he’s seen in all his life.

When he finishes, Joel strokes your hair affectionately and you smile up at him with his cock still in your mouth. It makes him laugh, and he realizes how soft and sweet this moment feels. How easy it is. How he never wants it to end.

Slowly, you sit back and begin to stand to your feet. Your lips are swollen and red and glossy, even when you wipe the spit off your chin with the back of your hand.

You cross the kitchen, grab your phone, and make your way to the staircase. “Thanks again, Joel. Can you lock up on your way out?”

He doesn’t understand how you can feel so casually about this. Doesn’t understand how you’re likely texting his brother as if Joel’s cock wasn’t just in your mouth, as if the taste of his release doesn’t linger on your tongue. 

The guilt doesn’t set in until he’s in bed that night. He can’t sleep, because he knows he has to say something to Tommy but knows, too, he’ll likely pay the price of a right hook in reparation. 

At three in the morning he sends a text to his brother; Come over in the morning. Need to talk. Important. 

Joel doesn’t sleep. He lays in bed and thinks of you, as he so often does these days. Thinks about how uncomfortable it’s going to be to tell his little brother that he indulged himself in the pretty little thing he’s been spending all of his time with. He decides he’s just going to say it outright, tell him the truth without beating around the bush, and immediately apologize for it afterward.

Because he is sorry, Joel thinks. Not sorry that he did it, but sorry that it’s hurt people in the process.

How can he come to regret the most gratifying sexual experience of his life? It’s a comfort, to hear some of Tommy’s words echo in his brain. 

We’re not even together.

She doesn’t want anything serious.

It’s like she just wants to fuck and have a good time and that’s it.

Joel hopes his brother feels a similar way. Tommy’s never once indicated he’s ever wanted to settle down with a woman, but…something sits in his gut and twists up his insides. Because as much as he wants to deny it, Joel knows this…knows you are different. What Tommy feels for you is different.

He’s drinking whiskey by ten in the morning for no reason other than to calm his nerves.

And Joel’s thankful for the liquid courage when Tommy finally pulls into the driveway at noon. He comes barrelling through Joel’s front door with a scowl on his face, and for a second Joel wonders if his brother already knows and is here thinking Joel had every intention of keeping this secret of yours.

But when he speaks, Tommy doesn’t seem angry. Just…concerned. “What’s up, man? Pretty ominous text to wake up to. Where’s Sarah? She alright?”

Joel shakes his head and raises a hand between them. “Sarah’s fine, she’s alright,” he says quickly. “Staying with a friend this weekend. Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned it wasn’t a life or death situation.” 

For Tommy, anyway.

With a slow nod, Tommy’s shoulders slump and he drops himself onto the couch. “Alright, then. That’s good. I was worried, came haulin’ ass over here.” It’s then he notices the tumbler in Joel’s hand, half filled with amber-colored liquid. “You good, Joel?”

He takes a seat next to his brother and tries to recite the speech in his head. But nothing comes out. Joel opens and closes his mouth once, twice, and then finishes off the whiskey in his glass.

Tommy’s patient, for what it’s worth. He lets Joel adjust in his seat three different times, saying nothing while he tries to find the courage he’s been building for the last twelve hours.

“I…I, uhm…I have to tell you something an’ I…” Joel shakes his head and squeezes his jaw. “Alright, look. I…did something.”

A quiet, curt sort of laugh leaves Tommy. “I know what happened last night, Joel. She already told me.”

It surprises him. Not that you told him, Joel can’t fault you for that considering he’s presently trying to do the same thing. What’s surprising is that Tommy seems relaxed about the whole situation. Relieved, even.

A million different questions surface on the tip of his tongue, but only one comes out. “What?”

“It’s alright, man,” Tommy says, laying a comforting hand on Joel’s shoulder.

“You’re not…mad? I don’t understand. I let her—”

Tommy’s mouth stretches into one of the widest smiles Joel’s ever seen on his brother’s face. “It was good, huh?”

Joel doesn’t know if saying yes is a good idea. Doesn’t know if a simple three-letter word is sufficient enough for the things you made him feel with that pretty, pink tongue of yours. 

But it seems his thoughts are written plainly on his face. “Fuck yeah, it was,” Tommy says with a laugh. “She called me right after you left her house last night. Told me everything. She makes a mean grilled cheese too, doesn’t she?”

Try as he might, Joel can’t seem to wrap his head around what’s happening. Can’t seem to process his brother’s ease, his indifference. He tries to put himself in Tommy’s place but knows that if it was his bed you slept in for the last week, Joel would be furious to learn you’d wound up on your knees for someone else.

But if that someone was Tommy? His own brother?

Maybe that’s why it’s different. Because Joel would never do something to hurt his brother intentionally. And he knows, too, that Tommy would never do it to him, either.

He trusts his brother with everything in him. There’s not another soul on the planet who knows him like Tommy does. So, surely, he knows that what you and Joel did wasn’t born of malicious intent, right?

“She’s a sweet little thing,” Tommy says quietly, as if they’re sharing a secret. “But that mouth on her is somethin’ else. She’s a talker, through and through.” There’s pride on his face as he speaks. “Said she felt real bad, runnin’ out on you like that, but she’d gotten so wet from just goin’ down on you that I could hear it through the fuckin’ phone, Joel.”

Though he tries not to, Joel begins to wonder what would have happened if you’d stayed, if you hadn’t disappeared so fast to take care of the ache that had settled between your thighs.

It would have been only fair, right? You helped him. He would have helped you.

“She wanted me to talk to you about something, anyway,” Tommy says.

He’d nearly forgotten that you’d mentioned the same thing last night in all the chaos. It piques his interest, because what on Earth could you need Tommy to ask him?

But his answer comes quickly when his brother says carefully, “You remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you what her biggest fantasy is?”

A threesome.

Joel’s standing from the couch and shaking his head before his brother gets another word out. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind, Tommy?”

“Joel, just listen—”

“Listen to what, man? You got any idea what you’re askin’ me right now?”

There’s a smirk on his face as he stares at Joel from the couch, looking just as comfortable as if they were having a normal conversation about what they should eat for dinner. “I’m askin’ you to fuck my girlfriend,” he says.

Somehow, the word girlfriend surprises Joel more than the rest. It’s the very first time he’s ever called anyone his girlfriend. “I thought you weren’t together.”

Tommy shrugs. “Call it what you will. Does it really matter?”

“Yeah, Tommy, it does matter. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for this girl. Tell me this doesn’t mean anythin’ to you, that doing somethin’ like this wouldn’t fuck it all up in a minute.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t lie to you, brother. ‘Course she means somethin’ to me. That’s why I wanna give her everything she wants. And she wants you too, Joel. Is that so bad?”

Joel sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots.

For a second, a single second, he considers it. Thinks about how any price is worth it for a single night with you, to hear the sound of your moans, to feel your warm breath against his neck again. He’d bet you sound real pretty, all filled up with him.

“Don’t trust anyone else to take care of her the way I do,” Tommy says. “No one but you.”

It’s too much. It’s way too much to ask of him.

“You’re insane, Tommy,” he says, grabbing his whiskey glass from the coffee table and escaping to the kitchen to refill it. He wishes he had something a little stronger.

He’s not surprised when his brother follows him to the kitchen. Tommy leans against the archway and says, “You can say no.”

“Good, 'cause I’m sayin’ no.”

Tommy laughs, but Joel thinks there’s no joke to be found. “Just wanted you to know the offer’s there and she’d jump at the opportunity. Y’know, if you change your mind, that is. Ask her about it, if you wanna.”

“I won’t.”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, not tryin’ to push it or anything. You know how to get ahold of me.”

And then his brother retreats, leaving Joel with nothing but his whiskey and his thoughts.

Thoughts that run rampant in his brain. Filthy images of you beneath him, back arched in pleasure, pretty mouth hung open just wide enough for Tommy to slip inside.

How terrible would it be, really? Tommy might have impulsive tendencies, but he seems so sure of this. And if there’s not an ounce of jealousy in his brother, so much so that he offers you to Joel like some sort of prize…maybe there won’t be the repercussions Joel’s afraid of.

Maybe it’ll be as Tommy says. Maybe it would just be a good, safe way to give you what you want, to indulge your wildest desires. 

And it would certainly be an indulgence for him. Just feeling your hands on him had brought Joel bliss like he’d never known. He can’t imagine how much higher he’d feel if he could taste you, if he could finish deep inside of you and not at the back of your throat.

It takes twenty minutes of pacing in his kitchen and another ten of shaking the nerves from his hands before he picks up the phone and calls you.

“Hey, Joel. I was just thinking about you.”

“S’that right?”

“Mmhm. Did…did Tommy talk to you yet? He told me he was going to this morning.” 

“Yeah, sweetheart. He did.”

A strange sort of silence stretches on. He can hear your hesitance and realizes you’re just as nervous as he is. “And? What did you…what did you say?”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell you he declined the offer. Not when it was a no mostly out of fear and unease. “You wanna tell me how this is gonna work?”

You snort and he can almost see the playful smirk on your face. “I think you know how it works, Joel.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he says, but can’t fight off the smile that climbs onto his face and makes a home there. “Brat.”

“Hm, I think I prefer the term princess.”

Joel laughs but thinks the name is real fitting. He can see why Tommy likes you so much—can understand why he wants to give you everything it is that you desire. Everything about you is so playful and carefree and innocent. You’re just so sweet. A tooth-rotting confectionary. 

“I don’t know how it’ll work,” you finally say. “I’ve never done something like this before, but I know it’s what I want.”

Your conviction is reassuring. Both you and Tommy seem certain that this is the path you want to take, no unease to be found within either of you. But it’s not the physical that worries him. It’s…everything else. “An’ what happens if it becomes something more? Sex is just sex until it isn’t.”

He can hear the smile in your words as you ask, “You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?”

“I’m bein’ serious,” he insists. “Tommy feels somethin’ for you. I know it and I think you probably do, too. I don’t want to do this and ruin what the two of you have been workin’ on.”

“You won’t ruin anything,” you insist. “And if…if things do get…complicated, then we’ll just take it day by day. No use in worrying about something that might not happen, right?”

It’s such a naive way of thinking. Joel wishes he wouldn’t have said no so quickly. Wishes, too, that you were a little different. Maybe if you weren’t so sweet, so tempting, he wouldn’t be so worried about ‘catching feelings,’ as you’d put it.

Your voice is quieter as you say, “For what it’s worth, Joel…I like you, too.”

By the end of the phone call, you manage to convince him to consider it. To genuinely give the idea a shot, to weigh all the pros and cons. You promise not to be disappointed with either decision and though he knows the whole thing has been your idea, Joel believes you.

Several days later, Joel stops by with the intent to fix the creaky hinges on the door to the pool. But the moment he steps into the kitchen, Joel forgets all about the task at hand because he can hear your moans echoing through the house.

He follows them like a moth to a flame.

The door to your father’s bedroom is wide open. And in the center of the king-sized bed, covered with gray satin sheets, is you and Tommy.

Tommy’s turned away from the door, but you’re looking right at it. Looking right at Joel, as you bounce in his brother’s lap. When your eyes connect with him, your pace only picks up, your moans only grow louder.

Joel watches, frozen in time, as you chase your release. Tommy swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. You thread your fingers through his hair and moan his name but you stare right at Joel.

He can’t breathe. Has suddenly forgotten the process of inhalation. He’s seen you in your bikini but never like this, never completely bare. You’re beautiful, Joel thinks. Beautiful in a godly way; a woman the poets write for, a woman the sculptors display in cathedrals.

You reach a hand between your bodies, circling your clit and arching your back.

The thought doesn’t even cross Joel’s mind that he should leave, that he should give the two of you some privacy. It feels right that he’s here. 

You grind yourself on Tommy’s cock and give Joel the sweetest, most innocent smile as you say, “It’s so big, you’re so deep. God, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Tommy grabs at the soft swell of your ass, lifting you just to slam you back down onto his lap. “Yeah? Gonna cum all over this dick, princess?”

I prefer the term princess.

No need to wonder why, Joel thinks.

“Mmhm, yes, yes, right there.”

“Can feel her gettin’ all messy,” Tommy says. “If I knew you’d get this wet ridin’ me in your daddy’s bed I would’ve said yes weeks ago, pretty girl.”

Joel knows the reason you’re all worked up has nothing to do with the location and everything to do with his eyes on you, but he stays silent. Stays still.

Even as he watches you fall apart on his brother's cock and soak the satin sheets beneath him. Even as Tommy does the thing that Joel’s been dreaming about every night for days, filling you up with his release. 

He doesn’t linger. He doesn’t fix the creaky hinges, either.

Joel barely makes it back to his truck before he’s reaching into his jeans to stroke his cock, right there in the driveway in broad fucking daylight.

It only takes a few quick tugs before he covers his hand in sticky ropes of cum. He tries to catch his breath, wiping the mess you’ve made of him onto his jeans and driving home ten over the limit. Before he makes it inside to shower and change, Joel sends a text message to both you and Tommy that reads; Okay. I’m in. My place. Friday night at ten.

He tries not to think about it too much. Tries to go on about his work week like normal, going through the motions of making dinner each night and taking Sarah to school every morning with Tommy in the passenger seat.

They don’t talk about it, though Joel can sometimes feel his brother staring at him a little too long as if there’s something he wants to say. But he doesn’t. They don’t bring it up until after Joel drops Sarah off at her friend’s house for another weekend-long slumber party. 

Tommy says, “I’m gonna take her out for dinner. Do you want to come with us? Could help break the ice a little. Loosen you up.”

He agrees, and instead of going home, they pick you up from your house. You’re wearing a pleated blue skirt that’s a little too short, but Joel thinks you look like something divine. Tommy helps you up into the truck, and everything starts to feel real the moment you’re sitting between them. Joel behind the wheel, Tommy on the passenger side.

You look so small in the center of the cab, surrounded by two brothers who possess nothing but longing for you. Like pretty prey caught in the clutches of two predators.

Joel has to readjust himself in his seat when you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Sweet. “Missed you,” you say. “You look good. You both do.”

He doesn’t comment on the fact that they’re both still in their work attire; dirty blue jeans, sun-faded t-shirts, and muddy boots. He’s surprised to hear your appreciation, considering how put together you always seem to be.

But maybe that’s the appeal for you. The blue-collar archetype. Your daddy probably expects you to marry the son of one of his friends, just another rich boy.

If he could see you now…

Tommy slides his hand to the inside of your thigh and squeezes. “You hungry, princess? Let’s get you somethin’ to eat.”

As much as he hates to admit when his brother’s right, dinner works wonders for Joel’s nerves. The three of you talk the entire time; you tell Joel about your friends and the subjects you’re studying in that fancy college you got into on a full ride. It’s not the one your father wanted you to attend, but it’s the one you wanted.

Even though he knows Tommy has heard it all before, he lets you and Joel have this moment. He sits beside you and smiles at you as you speak, eyes glued to the side of your face and full of adoration. Joel realizes then that he thinks his brother might be in love with you.

He gets it. Thinks it must have been a real easy fall.

Tommy slots himself in the conversation naturally. The two of you clue Joel in on some of your inside jokes and it doesn’t feel weird at all. He doesn’t feel left out like he’d worried he might be, and he doesn’t feel jealous when you steal bites from Tommy’s plate because you steal things from Joel’s, too.

It’s easy. Nothing feels forced, no conversation out of place.

Halfway through the meal, you switch sides of the booth and sit next to Joel instead. You lay your head on his shoulder and he holds your hand beneath the table and it feels right. Tommy smiles at the two of you and carries on with his story as if the dynamic you’ve created has existed for years and not just hours.

When it’s time to go home, Joel finds that his nerves have completely vanished.

Tommy offers to drive. And he’s thankful for it because it allows him to focus on just you.

You take Joel’s hand and lay it in your lap, palm open. He shivers as you trace the lines in his hand. You ask him, “How are you feeling?”

And the answer comes to him easily. “Good,” he says. “Better.”

“Told you,” Tommy says, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. “She’s a real good girl, Joel. Always does as she’s told.”

Even though the sun is setting below the horizon, he can see the crimson that stains your cheeks and it brings a smile to his face. “S’that right?” He takes your chin gently in his hand and forces you to look up at him. “You a real good listener, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, she is,” Tommy answers wistfully. “Why don’t you g’’head and give Joel some sugar, princess.”

You lean into Joel’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It feels good just being close to you, holding you in his hands, but when you touch him, it’s something else entirely. An uncontrollable desire, an unfamiliar sort of decadence.

Joel cradles your face in his big hand, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and gently presses his lips to yours. It’s soft at first, a tender curiosity. He kisses you again, a little more heated this time, and when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip you grant him access as if it’s second nature. 

His tongue explores yours, tangling together, invading your sweet mouth. Joel thinks you taste a little like honey and a whole lot like fortuity. If you had asked him ten years ago if he’d ever imagined he’d be in this spot, tasting the inside of his brother’s girlfriend’s mouth, Joel would have said it was a delusional thought. 

Yet here he was, cock stiffening in his jeans from something as simple as a kiss. Like he’s some teenage boy, experiencing a woman for the first time.

But it is his first time experiencing you, and Joel knows that’s what makes all the difference. 

The kiss turns sloppy and desperate. And when your panting breaths turn to moans, Joel realizes Tommy’s hand on your thigh has disappeared beneath your skirt.

It surprises him, the magnitude of the moment. Joel would have thought he’d feel jealous somehow, envious that his brother’s touching you and he’s not. But there’s nothing but satisfaction to be found. Joel likes to see the dark look in your eye, likes to see your breath hitch in your throat.

He takes your legs and spreads them wide, draping your thigh over his, giving his brother more room to touch you.

“What do you think, brother? Think we should give her what she needs before we even get home?”

Your face is so close to his that your breath fans across his spit-covered lips as you say so beautifully, “Please, Joel.”

A smirk finds its way to his mouth. “You look so fuckin’ pretty when you beg, sweetheart,” he says. “S’that what you want? Hm?”

You nod frantically, eyes pleading.

“Hold your skirt up, baby,” Tommy instructs. And you do as he says without question, fabric bunching around your hips. 

Joel can’t deny the pleasure he finds in discovering you’re completely bare beneath. Even from his spot in the passenger seat, he can see how glossy your pussy is with arousal, desperate to be touched by both of them. “Oh…look at that, Tommy. She wants it bad, doesn’t she?”

“Always does, brother. Needy little thing. S’why she needs the two of us,” Tommy says. His fingers trail lazily over your slit, a teasing caress. He presses his index finger against your clit and makes a satisfied hum, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. “Can feel your heartbeat right here, princess. Tell Joel what you want.”

“I want him to touch me,” you say, a little bit breathless. “Want him to make me cum while you kiss me. You taste so good, Joel. You make me so wet.”

The words don’t sound filthy or obscene in your voice, despite how vulgar they are. Joel squeezes your jaw in his hand and delights in the way you grin when he says, “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Wanna see the look on your face when he fills you up with his fingers.”

You’re so pretty, Joel thinks. But it’s nothing compared to the way your pupils dilate as his brother stretches you open. Your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to crush his mouth to yours, to taste the sweetness you possess. 

He drinks up your moans as Tommy sets a steady pace between your thighs. Joel grabs the back of your knee with a rough hand and spreads your legs further apart. He can hear how wet you are, can feel the goosebumps as they form down the column of your throat.

Joel pulls away from your spellbinding kiss only to catch his breath. “How’s it feel, baby? That feel good, hm? Tommy takin’ good care of you?”

“Yes, yes—mmm—fuck. His hands are so big, feel so fucking good,” you whimper. One hand is clutching Joel’s shirt, holding on for dear life, and you move the other to rest on his cock. You gently knead it over his jeans, and he wonders if you can feel just how hard he is for you.

It doesn’t take long until his brother has you trembling. Your thighs shake and a crease forms between your brows as you chase after the relief you seek.

He kisses you again, tongue brushing against yours, and when you breathe Joel’s name into his mouth he knows what you need before you even ask. 

Slowly, experimentally, Joel’s hand on your knee travels upwards. Over the soft skin of your thigh, taking it all in, savoring you—and then his fingers are circling your clit while Tommy’s are shoved deep inside of you, curved to hit the perfect spot, and you come undone within seconds. 

“Oh, God, Tommy, I—”

“I know, baby, it’s okay. Go ahead,” he says, giving you full permission. 

The words are the last thing you need to reach the full height of euphoria. You’re reduced to a trembling mess in his hands and Joel thinks this is so much better than his dreams. Better than standing in the doorway, watching you, wishing he could hold you.

“That’s it,” Joel praises. “There you go. Bein’ so good for us, sweetheart.” Wetness coats his fingers as he continues to circle your clit until your breath stutters in your chest. He kisses you hard as Tommy’s rhythm begins to slow, eventually stilling completely. 

You wince as they both pull their hands away from you at the same time, a synchronized movement. 

Tommy pulls the truck into Joel’s driveway and chuckles as he looks at you, skirt still hiked up around your hips, limbs boneless. He strokes the side of your face and kisses your hair. “You’re alright, princess. We’re just gettin’ started.”

Joel climbs out of the truck and adjusts your skirt, holding you with an arm around your waist to ensure your balance until both feet are on the ground. Tommy comes to your side and slides his hand into yours, handing Joel the keys.

While he works to unlock the front door, Joel can’t help but smile at the sound of your sweet giggles. He looks over his shoulder to see his brother kissing your neck and grabbing your ass, and the two of you look so infatuated with one another that it’s intoxicating. A magnetism he can’t help but be drawn to, a warmth he wants to embrace.

The minute you walk in the door you’ve got your hands on Joel again. You slip them beneath his t-shirt and he’s thrilled to give you what you want. He pulls it off over his head, discarding it on the back of the couch, and lets out a pleased sigh as you begin peppering wet kisses over his chest, down his sternum, fingers grabbing needily at his skin. 

Tommy stands behind you as you lower yourself to your knees between them. He runs his hands through your hair lovingly and says, “Show him what you do best, baby.”

You smile up at him and it takes Joel’s breath away. He’s never seen someone so pleased to please him, never felt this wanted in all his life. The metal of his belt buckle clinks against the button of his jeans as you undo them, pulling down his zipper in a way that’s familiar to you now.

When you pull his cock out, you wrap one hand around it and guide the tip to your mouth. He’s so hard already that he aches, but the feel of your soft tongue on him grants him ease. You lick every inch of him, an indulgent sort of torture. And then you’re swallowing him down, creating a tight seal with your plush lips.

Your mouth feels like heaven, Joel thinks.

“Look at the way she’s got her legs pressed together,” Tommy murmurs, thumb caressing your temple gently. “Gets so turned on with a dick in her mouth she just doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

“We’re gonna take care of that for you,” Joel says, cupping your jaw in his hand. He shifts it a little lower and can feel the outline of his cock through your throat as you swallow him down, gasping for air you never once ask for. “Gonna take care of everythin’ for you, sweetheart.”

Pleasure coils around his spine, a vise-like grip that threatens to end this night well before he’s ready for it.

Tommy grabs a handful of your hair and draws your head back. Strands of spit still connect you to him and drool runs down your chin. It’s the most pornographic thing he’s ever seen. Tommy laughs and says, “I know, brother. S’almost too good.”

Joel knows it should be a strange thing to hear, but it feels innate. He helps you back to your feet and pulls your shirt over your head while Tommy unzips the back of your skirt and slides it down your legs.

You turn and wrap your arms around Tommy’s neck and he lifts you up in his arms like it’s second nature. Joel supposes it is—the two of you have had a whole lot more practice together than he has. Tommy starts towards the stairs, heading towards Joel’s bedroom, but you let out a whine and reach out for him.

He can’t deny how warm it makes him feel, seeing you all wrapped up in his brother but still reaching for his hand. The smile you give him the moment he touches you makes his heart constrict in his chest. It’s such a soft, intimate moment, and Joel can think of nothing but your conversation on the phone last week.

You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?

He wasn’t a week ago. But now…? Now, he’s not so sure.

Tommy lays you down in the center of Joel’s bed and the sight of it pushes away his anxiety. You’re so beautiful with your hair splayed out behind you, an angelic sort of halo. The thought crosses his mind that you might have always been meant to exist in his bed.

It feels like second nature to crawl over you, to let his hands roam over your chest, your ribs, your hips. Joel follows each caress with a kiss, mouth following the echo of his hands. He sucks a bruise into your hip, ensuring this moment is real with physical, tangible evidence.

When he gets to the crease of your thigh, Joel sits up and spreads your legs wide. “Look at that,” he whispers. Tommy’s pulling off his worn t-shirt and working on his jeans but pauses long enough to appreciate the sight of your pussy, glossy with arousal and what remains of your first release. “She’s so fuckin’ pretty, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Tommy agrees. “Taste’s real pretty, too.” He leans over and presses his mouth to yours, a messy, needy sort of kiss. You whimper as Tommy asks, “What d’you think, princess? Think Joel should get a taste? Hm?”

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. “I want it so bad, Tommy, please.”

“Want it, huh?” Joel slots himself between your thighs, his mouth an inch from where that ache resides. “Maybe we should make her wait a little longer, Tommy. Make her wait ‘til she needs it.”

“No, no, please,” you cry. You buck your hips, trying to find reprieve, but Joel’s hands on your waist hold firm. “I do, I do, I need it, Joel, please, please.”

He looks to his brother to make the decision. Tommy’s got a wicked grin on his face as he watches you writhe on Joel’s sheets. “Think you’ve been real good today. But don’t go forgettin’ your manners, princess. When Joel licks that pretty pussy of yours, you better say thank you.”

The moment he slides his tongue through your slit, your spine bends, arching off the mattress. Your shoulders slump and your breath comes fast. “Oh my god,” you moan. “Thank you, Joel, fuck.”

He tries to give you the same tentative treatment you’ve given him; tracing every inch of you with the flat of his tongue, memorizing the sweet taste, sucking your clit into his mouth. He can feel it pulse with need, and Joel understands the fever.

Your thighs clamp down around his head but Joel doesn’t mind. He just presses his mouth against you harder and flicks his tongue a little faster.

“Tommy,” you whimper. Joel looks up to see your chest heave with each shaking breath. You reach out for his brother with trembling fingers.

“I’m comin', baby,” Tommy says softly. “Don’t you worry.” The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels beside you. He cradles your head in his hand, supporting your neck while he eases his cock into your mouth. 

It’s the hottest thing Joel Miller has ever seen in his fucking life.

You grind yourself against his face and he supplies the friction you seek. Arousal coats his facial hair, enveloping his senses in nothing but you. Your moans, your taste, your scent—you, you you. He thinks he’ll never want it any other way but this.

Tommy guides your mouth with a hand wrapped in the tangled strands of your hair. He fucks your face and you whimper around his cock like there’s nothing else in the world that could ever compare. He smiles down at you and says, “You’re gonna make her cum, Joel. Can you feel it? Get’s real sloppy when she’s right there, right on the edge.”

Joel groans against you and focuses his mouth on your clit, giving him just enough room to slip a finger inside you to massage that sweet spot.

You stretch your arms above you and fist your hands in the sheets. When you reach the summit, Joel can feel it on his tongue, can feel your pussy tighten around his finger, can feel your thighs shake around his head.

Tommy pulls your head back, giving you a moment to breathe as another orgasm surges through you. Your moans echo in Joel’s room, the prettiest-sounding symphony he’s ever heard. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Tommy praises, just as breathless as you. “Bein’ such a good girl for us, baby.”

Joel doesn’t relent, doesn’t stop licking your clit until you’re giggling and twisting in his hands at the overstimulation. You sound so satisfied, so happy. It pleases him to see the elation on your face. When he finally pulls away, Joel snakes his arms beneath you and pulls you up to your knees. “So good,” Joel agrees. “But she’s gonna give us another one, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

All you can do is nod and it makes both brothers laugh.

“She’s usually got so much to say,” Tommy teases. “Think we’ve got her fucked dumb, brother.”

“That’s alright,” Joel whispers. “We’ll do all the thinkin’ for her, hm? Take such good care of this sweet little pussy. Turn around, baby. On your hands and knees.”

You do as he says blissfully, ass arched beautifully on display for him. Tommy maneuvers himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth on instinct. Second nature, habitual.

Joel positions himself behind you and slides the head of his cock through your slit. “This what you want, sweet girl? This what you dream of?”

Leaning back, you stroke Tommy with your hand and look up at him as you answer Joel’s question. “Yes,” you say. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you. Knew I needed you, Joel. Knew I needed you both.”

“Three’s a crowd, princess,” Tommy says. “But I think I like this one.”

Joel’s inclined to agree. He pushes into you slowly, sighing in contentment at the gratifying tightness. You’re so wet, so warm. “Goddamn, baby,” he groans, gripping the supple flesh of your ass to keep himself tethered to earth, to keep himself grounded. 

Tommy holds your face in his hands, smoothing his cock over your lips. “Oh, she likes it, Joel,” he says. “Should see her face. Can I take a picture, baby? So Joel can see how happy you look with his dick all up in your guts? Hm?”

The words are crude but Joel can feel you tighten around him as Tommy speaks. “Mmhm,” is all you can say, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of Tommy’s cock.

He reaches over to the nightstand where his cell phone sits. Tommy angles his phone just right, and the shutter echoes in the room as he takes his photos.

Joel pushes into you real slow. And when he’s buried to the hilt you let out a gasp and hold onto Tommy’s thigh for support, balance wavering. “It feels so fucking good,” you say.

Tommy takes a couple more photos, tries a couple of different angles. But Joel thinks no image will ever beat the one in front of him.

He watches your pussy stretch to make room for him, watches you soak his cock, desperate for it. Tilting his hips forward, Joel sets a steady pace, easily finding a rhythm that has you moaning out his name. 

Satisfied with his work, Tommy sets his phone back on the nightstand in favor of the filthy exhibit before him. He guides his cock back to your mouth, groaning at the feel of your tongue. 

Joel thrusts into you and feels that coil begin to form around the base of his spine again.

You’re moaning around Tommy’s cock and he’s smiling like there’s no place else he’d rather be. Joel understands that, too—because he thinks you’re the most perfect girl that could have ever stumbled into their lives. “S’this what you needed, princess? Needed us both, hm? Dirty little girl.”

“Our girl,” Joel muses, captivated by the way you squeeze him as he says it. He fits so perfectly inside you, like you were made for him, made for this. “Stretchin’ her out so easy, brother. Sweet little pussy’s just cryin’ for it.”

Tommy’s head falls back and his hips stutter. “Just like that, princess,” he praises gently. “Yeah, shit—gonna swallow it all like a good little girl, ain’t you?” 

You make a sound of approval at the back of your throat. Joel can see you look up at his brother, cock-drunk and starry-eyed, and he feels his chest pull tight with a strange sense of pride.

Joel slows his pace just a little, long enough for Tommy to take what he needs from you, for you to focus on just him. And then he’s breathing hard as he holds your head still, nose pressed against his navel. His shoulders draw tight and then gradually relax as he spills his release at the back of your throat. 

When Tommy pulls out of you, his cock is covered in spit and cum but you do as he says, dutifully swallowing it all up like the perfect girl you are. And you even clean any remaining mess with your tongue, licking it up with sweet reverence.

He’s close—so close it aches, but he wants you to give him another before this is other. Wants to make it worth your while, wants to know how it feels to make you cum while he’s buried deep inside you. 

You arch your back and press your cheek against the mattress, looking back at Joel from over your shoulder.

Tommy moves to your side, smoothing your hair out of your face with one hand, and then he slips the other beneath you and circles your clit with skilled, deft fingers.

The response is instantaneous. Joel can feel your pussy pulse around him, sees the strain on your face as you fight the pleasure. You say his brother's name like a prayer shrouded in ecstasy.

But Tommy just shakes his head. “Nah, princess. Ain’t up to me this time. You gotta ask Joel permission.”

He doesn’t understand at first, this almost silent communication between the two of you. But then you say, “Joel, please. Please please, I need to cum so bad, it feels too good.”

You sound so fucking pretty, begging for him like that. “Been so good…I think you’ve earned it,” he says gently. “Go ‘head, sweetheart.”

Tommy continues to circle your clit as you clench around Joel’s cock, uttering quiet praises in your ear. 

You tighten around him and Joel’s right there, right there—and then you say, “Cum with me, Joel, please. Cum with me, I wanna feel it.”

And it sends him over the edge. His name in your mouth, begging him to fill you up. He buries himself so deep inside you that there’s no telling where he ends and you begin, and it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had in his fucking life. 

You shudder beneath him and Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to your spine. He thrusts into you until the last drop, giving you all of it, giving you everything he has to offer.

As you come down, Tommy pulls his hand from beneath you and combs his fingers through your hair. He’s got that stupid grin on his face, but Joel’s not sure he’s ever seen his brother this happy before. 

The three of you just lay there for a moment, saying nothing, unmoving, basking in the afterglow. Joel’s not quite sure how he’s meant to navigate this, not sure what he’s supposed to say or how he’s supposed to feel about the fact that the best sex he’s ever had was with his brother’s little girlfriend. 

But he does know how to take care of a woman. So, he does. Joel eases himself out of you and disappears for only long enough to find a washcloth, wet it with cool water from the bathroom sink, and grab an icy bottle of water from the fridge. 

When he returns to his bedroom, Tommy holds you in his arms while you speak to him in a hushed tone. It worries him a little, truthfully.

So when Joel sits on the side of his bed to clean the light sheen of sweat off your forehead and the mess between your legs, he asks, “Everythin’ okay?”

“Everything’s good. So, so good,” you answer easily, giving him one of those honeyed smiles.

Tommy takes the bottle of water from Joel’s hand and breaks the seal. “Drink,” he says, passing it to you. And you do, listening so obediently.

But the moment your hands are free again you say, “Joel? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he says. And he means it. Whatever it is you need, whatever it is you want, Joel wants to give to you. He’s come to understand his brother in this, too.

“Do you think you’d want to…I don’t know. Maybe we could do it again?”

He laughs. Genuinely, truly laughs, because Tommy’s been right this whole time. You’re insatiable.

But you quickly amend your words. Saying, “I mean, not…not now. But maybe…maybe I could stay? For the weekend?”

Joel finds the thought of you leaving at the end of the night an unbearable one. And he knows he’ll likely feel the same once Sunday evening rolls around, and he’s not quite sure what that means for him or you or Tommy…but maybe it’s not something he has to worry about today. 

He kisses your forehead and says, “‘Course you can, sweetheart.”

And then you’re reaching for him again, urging him beneath the sheets. You lay your head on Joel’s chest and drape your leg over Tommy’s hip, and you look so at ease, so peaceful that his heart constricts at the sight. You’re so good, so sweet, and Joel thinks he’d do anything to keep you happy.

Later, as your soft snores and shallow breaths fill the silence, Tommy playfully kicks Joel in the shin and says, “Ain’t no use tryin’ to talk yourself off the ledge, brother. Easier to just enjoy the freefall. Take it day by day.”

Joel thinks his brother might be right. Thinks that this might get complicated and messy and dangerous…but for now, for today…he’ll savor the sugary sweetness while it lasts.

[penvisions]

gabriel luna photographed 📸 by veronica bonderud (posted on both their ig accounts)

[ozarkthedog]

This Joel with that Tommy

[moodstabilizr]

gabriel luna is so fuckin fine can not wait to see him commit atrocities <3

[tateypots]

4 Weeks

18+ MDNI

Pairing: dark!Tommy x reader, dark!Joel x reader

A/N: Part 3 of the Collared series, same warnings as usual. It’s dark so please heed the warnings if it’s not for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since Joel and Tommy took you.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, fingering, daddy kink, uncle kink, unprotected piv, creampie, restraints.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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4 weeks. It’s been 4 weeks since you woke up naked and chained to a bed in a strange cabin. 4 weeks since you cried and pleaded with Joel as he explained your new situation, since he told you that you would be safe, fed, taken care of and all that was expected in return was for you to spread your legs for Daddy Joel and Uncle Tommy. 4 weeks since you begged him to let you go, told him through broken sobs that you didn’t want this, that you were a virgin. 4 weeks since he told you he’d already taken care of that for you. 4 weeks since he crawled on top of you the first time that wasn’t really the first time, just the first one you could remember.

4 weeks of exquisite torture. 4 weeks of your body betraying your mind and exploding with pleasure every time you were fucked against your will by men twice your age. The first few times you had fought; punched and kicked and scratched at them to no avail. They were bigger than you, stronger, but they were never rough with you, never lost their tempers. Never beat you into submission. They just let you fight until you tired yourself out and gave in, or took hold of your wrists in their huge hands and held you firmly but carefully until they were done, praise dripping from their lips as they defiled you. They made sure you came on their cocks before bursting inside you, groaning out their satisfaction deep and loud.

You gave up the fighting pretty quickly, realising how futile it was but you still cried every time. They didn’t appear to pay it any mind, didn’t let your tears get in the way of their pleasure.

They at least kept their word. You were fed three meals a day. At first you had refused to eat anything but you’d experienced real hunger since the outbreak, never knowing where your next meal might come from, going days and days with nothing but water and you couldn’t willingly inflict that on yourself for long. And as Joel had told you one day after removing a hardly touched plate of bread and cheese, “you need to eat darlin’, need to keep your strength up. We’ll take our payment for it either way.”

Within the 4 weeks you’d been here you’d settled into an uneasy routine. Breakfast was usually served right after your morning fuck with Tommy. He liked to fuck you in the morning. Really he just liked to fuck you before Joel stretched you out. Tommy’s cock was big but Joel’s was obscene. You often wondered how it managed to all fit inside of you without splitting you in two.

Along with breakfast you were given your birth control pill. That you had never objected to, once they had explained what it was. The last thing you wanted was to get pregnant.

After breakfast they’d head out to do their chores and jobs around the cabin. You could hear them, sometimes even see them through the window by your bed. You’d be left alone until lunch time, they’d come in sweaty and dirty, feed you, fuck you and head back out until dinner time. After dinner they’d sit and talk while you lay huddled in your corner, trying to pretend you were anywhere else unless one or the other decided to take you one last time before bed.

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Tommy was inside you now. He’d wandered into the main room shortly after daybreak and gently shaken you awake before telling you how he wanted you; “hands and knees princess,” before manhandling you into position, wasting no time in pushing his morning wood into you. He always fucked you hard and fast, careful to stay on the pleasurable side of rough. Tears streamed down your face, your sobs mingling with the uncontrollable moans that his impressive cock drew from you as it moved in and out of your overworked pussy. His hands gipped your hips as your bodies connected over and over again, the tainted pleasure taking over every other feeling, allowing you a brief window of respite from the confusion, anger and fear.

As Joel emerged from his bedroom, hair mussed and wiping sleep from his eyes, Tommy pulled you up to him, snaking an arm up over your torso to wrap lightly around your neck, not squeezing, just holding you in place, his hips never losing their pace. “Say good morning to Daddy princess,” he commanded before placing a soft little kiss right under your ear, “show him how good you’re being for Uncle Tommy.”

“G-good morning,” even in your fucked out state you refused to apply the monikers they had bestowed upon themselves. Tommy’s other hand left your hip and began rubbing little circles on your swollen clit, drawing a wail from you as your hips bucked of their own accord.

“Good morning baby,” Joel replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee as he watched his brother fuck you senseless, “how is she this mornin’?” Joel asked, this time directing his words at Tommy.

“Fuckin’ perfect. This little pussy is always so tight in the mornin’. Treatin’ my dick real nice.”

He increased the pressure on your clit as his hand slipped from your throat to grab at your tit, pinching your nipple until it hardened for him, simultaneously sucking a mark into your neck. The overwhelming sensations he was forcing onto you drove you full force into a powerful orgasm that ripped through your body, your pussy leaking and convulsing around him.

“Oh fuck there she is! Fuck I love it when she does that, little cunt’s chokin’ my cock, goddamn!” Unable to contain himself in the wake of your orgasm Tommy rammed himself as deep as he could go, gripping onto you tightly to hold you still and erupted inside you, painting your walls white with a loud grunt. ​

He gently lowered you both onto the bed, still inside you. You sniffled and took a shaky breath as Tommy pulled out of you, unable to stop the tears falling. He placed soft kisses to your neck and jaw as he stroked your arms in an attempt to sooth you. You hated this, the cloying affection they lavished on you when they were done using you. Hated how much you craved it. Hated how good it felt to be wrapped in the strong arms of your abusers, adding another layer to the guilt and self-loathing you felt for the way your body reacted to being violated.

“Did so good for me princess, such a good girl. M’ proud of you.”

He knelt up on the bed and pried your legs apart, eyeing his creamy load seeping out of you as Joel brought over a damp cloth and handed it to him. As Tommy began cleaning you up Joel braced his hands on the mattress and leant over you to give you a kiss. Before he could connect you turned your head and his lips brushed gently over your cheek. This was another routine you had fallen into. Joel trying to kiss you several times a day, each time you denied him your lips. You refused to give him your first kiss. If he wanted it he’d have to take it like he’d taken everything else. You knew he could, you just hadn’t quite worked out why he hadn’t yet.

“There we are, good as new,” Tommy declared as he got off the bed, gave himself a quick wipe with the cloth and sauntered over to dump it into the hamper. Joel slid his arms under you and picked you up, carrying you to the table bridal style, your chain clinking behind you. He gently deposited you on one of the chairs at the dining table before placing a bowl of granola topped with dried fruit in front of you along with your little pill and a glass of water. They sat as well, eating their own breakfasts and divvying up the days tasks.

Breakfast done and dishes washed they disappeared to get dressed for the day before heading out into the cold to tend to the animals and mend fences and cut wood for the fire. With nothing else to do you lay down and fell back asleep.

You awoke a few hours later as the mattress dipped, Joel sliding onto the bed behind you and nuzzling into your shoulder, spooning himself around you. “Hey there sleeping beauty, you have a nice nap?”

“Yes.” He was already naked. And hard. You could feel his erection prodding your lower back. You tried to ignore how good his warm skin felt against yours.

“Lets get you ready for me baby,” he said as he lifted your leg over his meaty thigh and slid his hand down over your slit, dipping his thumb inside you slightly and using the remnants of your slick and Tommy’s cum as lubricant to rub little circles on your clit. Sparks of pleasure radiated out from your little bundle of nerves as he continued to play with it, drawing out a whimper from you.

“That’s it, good girl. Don’ fight it, just let it happen,” he encouraged you, leaving a trail of kisses across your shoulder. His thumb stayed steady on your clit as he slid a finger inside you, pumping it in and out.

“Still so tight after all the times we’ve fucked you. But she opens up so nice with some encouragement don’ she?” He slipped another thick finger into you and you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped. You tried to distract yourself, to think of anything other than how good this felt but he increased his pace and added a third thick finger, hooking them now against that spongy spot again and again and your resistance disintegrated, you clenched hard around his fingers as you cried out, grabbing onto his arm to ground yourself as the waves of pleasure threatened to wash away what was left of your sanity. It was only after the waves had receded that you realised what had happened. You’d never willingly touched them before other than to punch and scratch at them in the early days. And you still hadn’t moved your hand. As you panted through your recovery, he slid his arm through your grip until your hand was in his and he lifted it to his mouth and gave it a soft kiss.

The tears started then. Not out of fear for what was about to happen but because you were so ashamed of yourself. For how that small instinctual act during a mindless moment felt like you had conceded something to him.

“On your back baby, spread your legs.”

You closed your eyes. You couldn’t look at him right now, you were too close to breaking, to surrendering to him completely, you were so tired of fighting against yourself. You rolled onto your back and spread your legs, bent at the knee, just how he liked. You felt him position himself between your thighs, his big hands resting on your knees as he admired you.

His hands slid down your thighs, up over your hips and belly to cup your breasts.

“Fuck, this body. This tight little body all for Daddy to play with. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby,” he growled out as he groped you and lay his body over yours. One of his hands slid back down your body to take himself in hand and guide his throbbing cock to your entrance. He slowly started pushing in and your breath caught in your throat at the stretch.

Inch by inch he eased himself inside you until he was half way sheathed. He retracted slightly and gave your earlobe a sharp nip with his teeth, the pain and shock momentarily distracting you from him ramming himself forward, bottoming out with a grunted “fuck!”

You cried out in surprise, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. He’d never done that before, always working himself in slowly until he was fully sheathed. As the shock dissipated you realised he hadn’t yet started moving, allowing you to assess the damage. You were surprised to find the sting was already starting to fade into pleasure and your breathing began to settle. No permanent damage it seemed.

He started rocking into you, small retractions of his hips before pushing back in, retreating further and further each time until he was pulling out almost to the tip before reclaiming your pussy, letting you feel his full and impressive length each time. His pace and intensity started to increase as he huffed and moaned on top of you, while you fought with your body once again, fruitlessly trying to keep your arousal at bay.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. Daddy loves your sweet little pussy baby, loves how she stretches around this big cock, oh Jesus.”

His head was buried in the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh, leaving mark after mark as his cock pounded relentlessly into you. You were losing the battle with your body, electric pleasure bursting through you with every thrust into you, moans dripped from your lips unchecked as you entered that dreamy state of weightlessness, where everything was forgotten except the rapture radiating from your core.

“That’s it baby, oh yeah, come on give it to me, give Daddy what he wants. Ugh, come on my cock baby, come for Daddy.”

And you did. His words the ignition to the explosion that had been building within you. Your back arched off the bed as you screamed out in bliss, your pussy clenching as you gushed around him, triggering his own climax as he slammed into you a final time and came deep inside of you with a howl.

He slumped on top of you as you both returned to Earth, breathless and shaking. He pushed himself up onto his arms, his cock still lodged inside of you. He gazed at you for a few moments before leaning forward, you closed your eyes and turned your head, still denying him the prize of your lips.

The sound of the refrigerator closing snapped you back to reality and your eyes popped open. In the intensity of your fucking, neither you nor Joel had noticed Tommy coming back inside. You watched as he placed plates with sandwiches on the table before announcing, “lunch is ready.”

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[ellies-enrichment]

Miller brothers + Text Posts

[aurorawritestoescape]

YOUR BOYS || 800 words

Joel Miller x f!reader, Tommy Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, dom/sub dynamic, polyamory, sub Joel, sub Tommy, dom reader, cock ring, cuck chair.

A/n: a drabble, inspired by this ask by @romanarose 💞 aka my first try at writing subby men🫣 kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics Happy Birthday to Gabriel Luna💕

MASTERLIST

You walk into the bedroom where the brothers are already waiting for you. Joel is standing by the window, he’s tense like a guitar string, impatient, ready to rush to you and do whatever you wish, fulfill your every desire.

Not Tommy though. He’s lounging on the bed, back against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles, still in his boots. He’s an image of disobedience, wildly different from his brother. He loves to be broken. And you love breaking him.

Joel’s in front of you in a second, his big hands on your hips, puppy eyes fixed on your face, waiting for a command.

“Glad you’re home, my love.”

You reach for his lips and give him a kiss. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest but even through its pounding you hear Tommy’s scoff.

The rivalry between the brothers is delicious, a constant battle for your attention, your love, your pussy.

“Have you been a good boy, Joel?” You ask the older brother, raising your brow, and he replies immediately but without words. With haste fingers he opens his jeans and pulls them down mid-thigh. He’s not wearing anything underneath except for a metal ring around the base of his cock that you told him to put on for your arrival. He’s already getting hard, tip fat and red, his balls pushed up at the base and accentuated by the shiny silver. It’s a sight to see! You anticipated your boys wearing them and Joel’s pushing his chest out proudly, showing you that he’s indeed been a very good boy.

You give him your widest smile and then a longer kiss. Joel moans when your hand grazes his member and you gush at this sound.

Getting impatient you take Joel by the hand and lead him to the bed. Stopping at the foot of the bed you glare at Tommy and your cold voice rings in the quiet bedroom.

“Take your boots off my bed. Now.”

Your tone is full of steel and disappointment. Tommy’s eyes get dark. He loves testing you, loves when you degrade him. The praise is always sweeter after a little bit of scolding. He smirks but moves his feet off the bed and then bucks his hips. ‘Is the brat getting hard?’ you wonder. Or is he taunting you with another act of disobedience.

“Show me,” you command, pointing at his crotch with your chin. Tommy takes his time, unzipping his jeans, and then he pulls his cock and balls out. His member is semi hard, free of the ring.

“I ain’t wearing that thing,” he throws at you, holding your heavy stare. His expression screams defiance.

In your peripheral vision you notice Joel shaking his head at his younger brother with disapproval. The anticipation of the night makes your pussy throb, you have so much work to do.

You turn to Joel and take his hand again before leading him to the side of the bed.

”Let me help you, sweetheart,“ you purr to the man twice your size and bend down to take his jeans off completely. Then you motion for him to lie down. He immediately follows your order and soon he’s lying next to his brother, naked from the waist down.

Your tongue slides over your lower lip as you ogle the man splayed in front of you. Joel’s ringed cock is standing proudly, drooling precum down the shaft, and you can’t wait to taste it, to come on it.

“Joel, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good tonight.”

“Yes, please, my love.” Your words make Joel squirm on the bed and his cock bobs cheerfully while his balls pulsate with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Now you, Tommy,” you snap your eyes at his brother, “you’ve been bad. Very bad. And bad dogs don’t get to sleep in the mistress’ bed. Chair!”

Tommy’s fiery eyes are boring into you but his member betrays him. A clear drop of pre cum beads on his pink slit and you gloat,

“Aww, look at your poor dick, crying for my pussy. Bet he’s sorry that he’s attached to such a brat.”

Tommy gets up, mumbling something incoherent, and walks to the chair, standing in the corner of the room. He takes the “bad boy’s seat“ and throws his thighs wide, his cock stiff, leaking on his jeans.

You sit next to Joel and caress his wet shaft with your index finger and thumb, slowly gliding them up and down. Joel’s hips fly up but you shush him and look at Tommy.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen tonight. I’m gonna ride Joel’s face because only good boys get to taste my sweet pussy.”

Joel licks his lips and a low growl simmers in his chest.

“Then I’m gonna take his ring off and suck his cock and balls. He can fuck my throat too if he wants.” Joel stirs impatiently on the bed while you continue pumping his cock with two fingers.

“And I’m gonna let him come into my sloppy, tight pussy. Would you love to fill me up, Joel?”

The older brother eagerly nods, almost choking on his words, “Yes, my love, yes—please—yes.”

”And you, Tommy, are gonna watch until you’re desperate. Until you don’t want to behave like a brat anymore. Until you beg for my cunt.”

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[limerence4u]

gabriel luna is so boyfriend coded <3

[toointojoelmiller]

I love how the casting for Joel, Sarah and Tommy made it canon that the Millers all have fucking incredible hair

[daddy-joel-miller]

"Frank is the flowers, and Bill is the soil." -Nick Offerman