Chapter 8: Brother's Jealous Fury

The days blurred into a haze of stolen touches and hidden gasps, my body a battlefield where Ethan and Richard waged their silent war through me. Ethan's jealousy simmered like a pot ready to boil over; he'd taken to watching me constantly, his eyes narrowing whenever Richard lingered too long at breakfast or brushed past me in the hall. I thrived on it, the edge sharpening every encounter, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

It was a humid Thursday evening when the storm finally broke. Mum had extended her trip, leaving the manor echoing with our secrets. I was in the pool house, changing after a swim, towel draped loosely around my hips, water droplets tracing paths down my breasts. The door burst open without a knock, and Ethan stormed in, face twisted in rage. 'What the fuck is going on with you and him?' he snarled, slamming the door shut.

I froze, heart slamming against my ribs, but feigned confusion, letting the towel slip just enough to expose the curve of my hip. 'What are you talking about?'

He advanced, grabbing my arms, pinning me against the tiled wall. His breath was hot on my face, eyes wild. 'Don't play dumb, Delilah. I saw the way he looks at you—like he wants to devour you. And you? You light up like a whore in heat every time he's near.' His grip tightened, bruising, but it only sent heat pooling between my legs.

I twisted in his hold, pressing my body flush against his, feeling his cock harden despite the anger. 'Jealous, big brother? Afraid Daddy might steal your toy?' The words were a spark to dry tinder. He growled, crashing his mouth onto mine, teeth clashing in a brutal kiss that tasted of possession and fury.

His hands ripped the towel away, leaving me bare, then shoved me down onto the cushioned bench. 'You're mine, you hear me? No one else gets this.' He yanked his shorts down, his erection springing free, thick and veined, already leaking. I spread my legs instinctively, but he didn't enter—instead, he straddled my chest, gripping my hair to force his cock between my tits. 'Squeeze them around me. Show me you're my slut.'

I obeyed, pressing my breasts together, the soft flesh enveloping his shaft as he thrust forward, the head bumping my chin with each slide. Pre-cum smeared across my skin, slicking the way. 'Fuck, yes,' he grunted, pace quickening, his balls slapping my sternum. I darted my tongue out, licking the tip when it neared, tasting salt and him.

But Ethan wasn't satisfied with that. He pulled back, standing over me, jerking his cock furiously. 'Open your mouth. Beg for it.'

'Please, Ethan, cum on me. Mark me as yours,' I whispered, mouth wide, tongue extended. He aimed, ropes of thick semen erupting across my face, lips, and tongue—hot and sticky, dripping down my neck. I swallowed what landed inside, moaning at the degradation, my fingers dipping between my thighs to rub my swollen clit.

He wasn't done. Wiping his cock on my cheek, he hauled me up, bending me over the bench, arse high. 'Spread yourself.' Trembling, I reached back, parting my cheeks to expose my soaked entrance and puckered hole. He spat on my pussy, rubbing it in with his thumb before slamming his still-hard dick inside me, no warning, stretching my walls with a burn that made me cry out.

'Take it, you cheating bitch,' he rasped, pounding relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back, the other delivering sharp slaps to my arse that echoed off the walls. Each impact reddened my skin, the sting blending with the pleasure of his cock hitting deep. 'Admit it. You've been fucking him, haven't you?'

I shook my head, biting my lip, but the lie cracked under his assault. 'No... ah, fuck, harder!' He obliged, fingers finding my clit, pinching and rolling until I shattered, pussy clenching around him in waves. He pulled out abruptly, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drove back in, folding me nearly in half.

'Tell me the truth, or I stop.' His thrusts slowed to torturous grinds, the head of his cock teasing that spot inside me.

'Yes!' I gasped, the confession spilling out. 'I've been with Richard. He fucks me so good, Ethan—his cock fills me like yours does.' The admission fueled his rage; he roared, slamming in with renewed force, the bench creaking under us. 'But I need you too. Both of you own this pussy.'

That pushed him over. He buried deep, flooding me with his release, hot spurts coating my insides as he collapsed onto me, panting. We lay there, sweat-slick and spent, his weight grounding me. 'We're telling him,' he murmured finally, voice rough. 'No more hiding. You're ours—together.'

Fear and excitement twisted in my gut, but I nodded, kissing his jaw. The idea of them sharing me, fighting over me, ignited fresh hunger.

Later that night, after cleaning up and slipping back into the house, I found Richard in his study, nursing a scotch. He beckoned me over, pulling me onto his lap, hands immediately under my skirt. 'Missed you today, princess.'

I ground against him, feeling his arousal grow. 'Ethan knows.' The words hung heavy; his body tensed, but his fingers didn't stop, plunging into my cum-filled pussy.

'About us?' His voice was calm, dangerous.

'Yes. And he wants in—with you.' I rocked on his hand, chasing friction.

Richard's eyes gleamed, a slow smile spreading. 'Does he now? Bold boy.' He withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean, then pushed me to stand, bending me over the desk. 'Let's see if he can handle watching first.'

He hiked my skirt, exposing me, and unzipped, his thick length pressing against my entrance. One smooth thrust, and he was buried, groaning at the wetness. 'Still dripping from him? Naughty.' He fucked me steadily, desk papers scattering, my tits pressed against the wood as I moaned.

The door was unlocked—deliberate? Ethan's footsteps approached, hesitant, then the knob turned. He froze in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight: Richard's hips snapping against my arse, my face flushed with pleasure.

'What the—' Ethan started, but Richard didn't stop, thrusting harder, making me gasp.

'Join us, son,' Richard said, voice strained but commanding. 'She's enough for both.'

Ethan's shock melted into dark lust. He stepped forward, shedding his shirt, cock tenting his jeans. 'You think you can share her?'

Richard pulled out, cum and my juices glistening on his shaft, and spun me to face Ethan. 'Watch.' He guided me to my knees, and I took Richard in my mouth, sucking deep, hollowing my cheeks as he fucked my face. Ethan watched, hand palming himself, breath ragged.

Then Ethan was there, behind me, lifting my hips. 'My turn.' His cock nudged my pussy, sliding in easily, the fullness of Richard in my throat and Ethan in my cunt overwhelming. They moved in tandem—Richard shallow thrusts into my mouth, Ethan deep into my core—hands everywhere, pinching nipples, slapping skin.

I gagged and moaned, tears pricking from the intensity, but I loved it, the dual claim. Ethan reached around, fingers circling my clit, while Richard tangled in my hair. 'Cum for us, Delilah. Show how much you want this.'

The orgasm hit like lightning, body convulsing, muffled cries around Richard's cock. Ethan followed, pumping me full again, then pulled out, his release dripping down my thighs. Richard took his place in my mouth, erupting down my throat with a guttural moan.

We collapsed in a heap on the study rug, limbs entangled, breaths mingling. 'This changes everything,' Ethan said, tracing a finger down my spine.

Richard chuckled, pulling me closer. 'For the better. She's ours now—no more fighting.'

I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

That afternoon, in the attic—dusty and forgotten—they took turns again. Ethan first, tying my wrists with an old scarf to a beam, fucking me from behind while Richard watched, stroking himself. 'Look at her take it,' Richard murmured, then stepped up, feeding me his cock as Ethan railed me.

Switched: Richard beneath me on a trunk, his dick in my arse—slow, burning stretch—while Ethan knelt, thrusting into my pussy, the double penetration making me scream, walls fluttering around them. They synced, filling me completely, hands roaming, bites marking my shoulders.

'Our perfect fucktoy,' Ethan growled, and I came undone, milking them until they both unloaded inside, hot floods mixing deep within.

Evening brought tenderness—Richard bathing me, soaping every inch, fingers lingering until I rode his hand to another peak. Ethan joined, drying me with kisses, then carrying me to bed for slow, shared lovemaking: me between them, one cock in front, the other behind, rocking gently until we all peaked in quiet harmony.

The balance was fragile, thrilling. How long before Mum suspected? Or worse, wanted in? The thoughts swirled as I drifted off, sandwiched in their arms, body aching deliciously. The cravings evolved, deeper, darker, binding us in ways words couldn't touch.