Chapter 2: Midnight Confessions

Chapter 2: Midnight Confessions

I couldn't sleep that first night back at the manor. The old four-poster bed creaked under me as I tossed and turned, the silk sheets sliding over my bare skin like a lover's caress. The summer heat clung to the air, thick and humid, making my nightie stick to my thighs. Down the hall, I could hear the faint murmur of voices—Richard and my stepbrother, Ethan, probably sharing a late-night whisky in the study. Ethan, with his broad shoulders and that cocky grin, had filled out even more since I'd last seen him. At twenty-five, he was all man now, his body honed from hours in the gym and on the estate grounds.

I'd always played the innocent card with them, batting my eyelashes and calling them 'Daddy' and 'big brother' in that sweet, breathy voice that made their eyes linger a bit too long. But inside, I was burning. Uni had taught me things—how to tease, how to take what I wanted without anyone suspecting. And now, home for the summer, I was ready to stoke the flames.

Slipping out of bed, I padded barefoot down the corridor, the cool oak floorboards sending shivers up my legs. The study door was ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out. I peeked in, watching as Richard swirled his glass, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of salt-and-pepper chest hair. Ethan lounged opposite, legs spread wide, his jeans hugging the bulge I remembered from stolen glances years ago.

'Can't sleep, love?' Richard's voice rumbled as he spotted me. I pushed the door open wider, feigning a yawn.

'No, Daddy. It's too hot.' I crossed to him, perching on the arm of his chair, my thigh brushing his arm. He smelled of oakmoss and scotch—strong, intoxicating. Ethan’s eyes flicked up, darkening as they traced the hem of my nightie riding up my leg.

'Sit with us then,' Ethan said, patting his lap. His tone was playful, but there was an edge to it, like he knew exactly what he was offering.

I slid onto his knee, feeling the heat of him through his jeans. His hand rested on my waist, fingers splaying possessively. 'Tell us about uni, Delilah. Any lads catching your eye?'

I giggled, twisting a lock of my dark hair around my finger. 'Oh, nothing serious. Just studying hard.' Lies, of course. I'd fucked half the rugby team in my dorm, letting them bend me over desks and pin me against walls, their cocks stretching me until I screamed. But they didn't need to know that. Not yet.

Richard chuckled, his hand joining Ethan's on my hip. 'Our girl's too good for those boys. She needs a real man to look after her.' His thumb stroked the bare skin above my nightie's waistband, sending sparks straight to my core. I shifted, pressing down subtly against Ethan's growing hardness. He groaned low in his throat, but covered it with a sip of whisky.

We talked for what felt like hours—about the estate, Mum's latest trip to the spa, the harvest coming up. But the air thickened with unspoken tension. Every brush of their hands, every lingering look, made my pussy ache. I could feel myself getting wet, the dampness soaking into my knickers.

Eventually, Richard stood, stretching. 'Time for bed, you two. Delilah, love, you should get some rest.' He kissed my forehead, but his lips lingered, his breath hot on my skin.

Ethan walked me back to my room, his arm around my shoulders. At my door, he turned me to face him. 'Sweet dreams, sis.' His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip. I parted them instinctively, sucking lightly on the pad of his thumb. His eyes widened, pupils blowing black.

'Goodnight, Ethan.' I whispered, slipping inside before he could act on the hunger I saw there.

But sleep evaded me still. My mind raced with possibilities—Richard's strong hands pinning me down, Ethan's cock thrusting deep. I touched myself then, fingers circling my clit through the wet fabric, imagining them both. It wasn't enough. I needed more.

The next morning, I found Ethan in the stables, shirtless and sweating as he mucked out the horses. His back muscles rippled under tanned skin, a tattoo of a serpent coiling down his side. I leaned against the doorframe, wearing a short sundress that hugged my curves, no bra, my nipples pebbling in the breeze.

'Morning, big brother.' I said, voice light.

He straightened, wiping his brow, eyes dropping to my chest. 'Delilah. Up early for you.'

I sauntered over, picking up a brush to help. Our hands brushed as I took it from him, and he didn't pull away. We worked in silence for a bit, the scent of hay and horse mingling with his musky sweat. Then, as I bent to stroke the mare's flank, my dress rode up, exposing the curve of my arse.

'Fuck,' Ethan muttered, stepping behind me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him. His erection pressed hard against my buttocks, thick and insistent. 'You know what you're doing, don't you?'

I glanced over my shoulder, wide-eyed innocence. 'What do you mean?'

He spun me around, backing me against the stable wall. Hay scratched my back, but I didn't care. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue forcing entry, tasting of salt and desire. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his hair as he ground against me.

'Been thinking about this since you got home,' he growled, breaking away to nip at my neck. 'My little sister's all grown up, teasing me with that body.'

'Then take it,' I breathed, arching into him. 'Fuck me, Ethan.'

He didn't need telling twice. His hands yanked up my dress, fingers hooking into my knickers and ripping them down. Cool air hit my slick folds, making me gasp. He dropped to his knees, burying his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my pussy, flat and broad, then flicked my clit with precision. I bucked against his mouth, legs trembling.

'God, you taste so sweet,' he murmured, sucking my lips into his mouth, one finger sliding inside me. He curled it, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I came hard, crying out, my juices coating his chin.

But he wasn't done. Standing, he freed his cock—long, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. He lifted my leg, hooking it over his hip, and thrust in with one brutal stroke. I screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled me completely.

'Quiet, sis,' he panted, clamping a hand over my mouth. 'Don't want Daddy hearing.'

The thought only made me wetter. He fucked me relentlessly, hips snapping, balls slapping against my arse. Each plunge drove deeper, his cock dragging along my walls, building that coil in my belly again. I bit his palm, muffling my moans as he pinched my nipple through the dress.

'Come for me,' he ordered, thumb rubbing my clit. I shattered, pussy clenching around him, milking his release. He groaned, pumping hot spurts of cum deep inside me, marking me as his.

We stayed like that, panting, until he pulled out, cum trickling down my thigh. He kissed me softly then, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. 'This stays between us.'

'Of course,' I smiled, all innocence again. But as he walked away, I licked my lips, already plotting the next step. Richard was next.

Lunch was a tense affair. Mum was away, so it was just the three of us at the long oak table. I sat between them, my pussy still throbbing from Ethan's cock, a secret smile playing on my lips. Richard noticed, his eyes narrowing.

'Everything alright, Delilah? You seem... flushed.'

'Just the heat, Daddy.' I reached under the table, my foot sliding up his calf. He stiffened, fork pausing midway to his mouth.

Ethan shot me a warning glance, but I ignored it, toes tracing higher, brushing his inner thigh. Richard's jaw clenched, but he didn't stop me. After the meal, as Ethan cleared plates, Richard caught my wrist.

'Kitchen. Now.'

I followed, heart pounding. The kitchen was empty, sunlight streaming through the windows. He backed me against the counter, his body crowding mine. At forty-eight, he was still powerful, his hands rough from years of manual work on the estate.

'What are you playing at, girl?' he demanded, voice low and gravelly.

I looked up at him through my lashes. 'I don't know what you mean.'

His hand slid to my throat, not squeezing, just holding. 'Don't lie to me. I saw how you were with Ethan last night. And now this.'

Heat flooded me. He knew? Or suspected. Either way, it thrilled me. 'Maybe I want you both.'

He growled, crushing his mouth to mine. This kiss was different from Ethan's—dominant, claiming. His beard scraped my skin as his tongue plundered. Hands roamed, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling nipples until they ached.

'Naughty girl,' he murmured, spinning me to face the counter. He hiked up my dress—still the same one, now rumpled—and discovered my lack of knickers. 'No underwear? Slutty little thing.'

'Yes, Daddy. For you.' I pushed back, grinding against his crotch. He was rock hard, bigger than I'd imagined.

He spanked me once, sharp and stinging, making me yelp. Then his fingers delved between my legs, finding me soaked. 'Ethan's cum still inside you?'

I nodded, biting my lip. 'He fucked me in the stables.'

Richard's breath hitched. 'My own son. And now you want me to join in?'

'Please.' I spread my legs wider.

He unzipped, his cock springing free—thick, uncut, veins pulsing. He rubbed the head along my slit, mixing his pre-cum with Ethan's remnants. Then he pushed in, slow and deep, stretching me anew. I moaned, gripping the counter as he bottomed out.

'Fuck, you're tight,' he grunted, starting to move. His thrusts were measured, powerful, each one hitting my cervix. One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back; the other rubbed my clit.

'Tell me how it feels,' he demanded.

'So good, Daddy. Your cock's so big, filling me up.' Dirty words spilled from me, spurring him on. He fucked harder, the slap of skin echoing in the kitchen.

I came first, walls fluttering around him, but he didn't stop. He chased his own pleasure, pounding until he roared, flooding me with his seed. It dripped out as he withdrew, pooling on the floor.

He turned me, kissing me tenderly. 'This is dangerous, love. But I can't resist you.'

'Good,' I whispered. 'Because I want more.'

That afternoon, I napped, body sated but mind whirling. Evening brought dinner, the three of us dancing around the secret. Ethan’s foot nudged mine under the table; Richard’s hand squeezed my knee. The tension was electric.

After, in the drawing room, I suggested a game—truth or dare, like when we were kids. They exchanged looks but agreed, whisky loosening their inhibitions.

'Truth,' I started with Ethan. 'Do you want to fuck me again?'

His eyes blazed. 'Yes.'

Richard's turn. 'Dare.'

I smiled wickedly. 'Kiss me. Properly.'

He did, pulling me onto his lap, tongue delving deep while Ethan watched, hand adjusting his crotch.

My turn. 'Dare.' Ethan leaned in. 'Let us both touch you.'

Heart racing, I nodded. They moved like predators, hands everywhere—Richard's on my breasts, Ethan's between my legs. Fingers pinched, stroked, delved. I writhed, kissing one then the other, their cocks pressing against me.

'Bedroom,' Richard rasped eventually.

We stumbled upstairs, clothes shedding. In my room, they stripped me bare, laying me on the bed. Ethan sucked my nipples, teeth grazing; Richard ate my pussy, tongue fucking me while fingers probed my arse.

'Like that, slut?' Richard asked, adding a second finger.

'Yes! More!' I begged.

They switched, Ethan’s cock in my mouth—salty, thick, gagging me as I sucked. Richard entered me, then pulled out to let Ethan take his place. They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists.

I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete.

As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.