“Do you think,” Antonio begins, eyes wide in thought, “Do you think she hates us now or something?” I mean, we did kind of force her into marrying us. But I had assumed she wanted it, or at least that she wanted us now. She even claims to want us. Claims she loves us. But what if that's not true? She can't sleep without us, though. That has to mean something, right? “Should we let her go?” Should we? I think back on all of the memories we have made with the Goddess that is Caroline. The last three months with her have been the most amazing, unforgettable that I've ever had. Yes, we've had several bad memories, but I love her. My brother loves her. And she loves us. Could we leave her? Let her go? Are we even capable of that? “I don't know, Antonio.” I turn to face our desk. I pick up the framed photo of Caroline and her twin puppies, Bonnie and Clyde. Her smile is giant, filling the entire photo. “I don't know if I can walk away from her. She belongs to us.” Antonio sigh

Tony dressed almost all the way, before coming back to bed. He now is laying with his head on my ass, yelling Italian curses into the phone. Nick has just walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his waist, exposing the deep ‘V’ of his hips. The way he had stared at me made me leak liquid heat straight from my core. If I wasn't so deep into my thoughts about who this Sara is, I probably would have stood up and pleased my man. But one moment my thoughts are full of thoughts of wrapping my mouth around his thick cock, and the next, all I can wonder is if this Sara chick had once done the same. The jealousy that fills my bones makes my body so hot I worry I might be sick. I love them, and I wish this woman wasn't ruining our time together. They can tell that something has been bothering me. How do I know this? They won't stop asking me if I'm okay. If they have upset me. If I wanted to go back to my place to have some time alone. They thought they were suffocating me when

“How are you feeling?” Tony questions from across the couch. He massages my feet, making me moan lightly at the feel of his hands working out the tension in my feet. I'm currently laying on the couch with my feet on Tony's lap. Or, should I say I'm laying on Nick? He lays beneath me, his arms wrapped around my waist as Insidious plays on the large flat-screen TV. We aren't really watching the movie. We’re really just laying here, content with being in each other's presence. I'm still recovering. The twins had fucked me countless times, in tons of different positions, and didn't stop until I blacked out. Like, literally blacked out. Antonio's cock was pistoning into me so hard while Nick's cock fucked my mouth. I could feel my pussy clamp around him so hard he couldn't move, and my orgasm crashed into me so hard I began to scream incoherently. Then, blackness. He literally fucked me so hard I lost consciousness. Of course, he freaked out. He didn't know I was just fucked that good by

I start the load, making sure to put in on the longest setting. That bedding has been through a lot. We change our bedding frequently, practically daily. But even then I feel it’s not enough. The amount of sweat and cum that all of our bedding has to deal with. God, I am so fucking glad I forced them to get a waterproof mattress protector. The twins didn’t care, claiming they were excited to fuck up their bed. But I did not share the same excitement. Especially since they are now obsessed with not only making me cum several times a day but also making me squirt. As I said, the bedding has been through a lot. Heading out of the laundry room, I enter the kitchen and open the pantry. My stomach has been a bit upset, so I decide on a light breakfast. I take the peanut butter jar out of the pantry, along with the bread. I toast a few slices of bread and then I pull out a plate and butter knife and slide the peanut butter over the bread. As I take small bites of the peanut butter-c

Why would they do that if they didn’t love me? Because this was nothing more than a joke to them. I am nothing more than a joke to them. They’ve made themselves very clear that they are monsters. That they were capable of doing the most violent things. But I didn’t believe that. Yes, they were definitely into some weird sketchy shit. But when they were with me, it was like they were different people. It was like they were something better, something more. Something that they were meant to be all along. I made them better. But yet I was not good enough? How the fuck does that even make sense? I stand up, deciding to wait in the living room for them. I take a seat on the couch, tucking my knees to my chest and leaning on them. It's already after seven. The twins can't be gone for too much longer. We can have the talk that they clearly want to have, and then I can leave. I won't make it a big issue. I'll just leave. I won’t ask them for anything. No money. Nothing. No