Garden of Sins

Slowly, all shame falls away from you and you blink hard because your vision is probably blurred.

Carter lights a joint and hands it to you as I dance along the top of your i

You look at me rather oddly and point your thumb somewhere behind you.

“Carter is here, Caden,” you mumble.

“And is that a problem for you?” I ask, stroking your Mound of Venus. You shiver, your breathing slowly accelerating.

Your gaze wanders to Carter. “Is that a problem for you?” he also asks and you look at me again and shrug. You are so insecure, baby girl, I love it and make you squirm.

“And?” I ask and stroke your perfect center.

“Caden,” you mutter uneasily.

“Hit the joint!” I command. You do it because deep down you’re a submissive little bitch.

“So, is it a problem for you if my brother watches whatever I do to you?”

“I don’t know...” you mumble with a furrowed brow. Oh, Alayna, you are almost there. Not much longer, baby girl.

“That’s not the question, Alayna.” Carter pours you another. “Just answer!”

“No, I don’t think so,” you breathe shakily and I put two fingers inside you. You moan and lift your pelvis immediately. Carter pushes it down again and your head whips around to him.

“Hold still when my brother touches you,” he says calmly. Now I see it in your eyes, Alayna. You are so confused. I stroke the spot inside you so you won’t continue to look at him.

“You okay, Alayna? You seem a little confused,” I say and bend my fingers inside you, touching that one spot again that drives you crazy. You moan and are incapable of answering. I nod to Carter and he bends over you. He grabs your chin hard. This touch also makes you pause because you have felt it a thousand times before, but you are too stoned and drunk to understand properly. For a moment, he gazes into your eyes and visibly enjoys the chaos in them. Then he kisses you. Now you will probably notice the difference between our kisses for the first time. You briefly pull your head back and stare at him in horror. Inside me is an unaccustomed seething. I didn’t enjoy seeing you kiss as much as usual.

“Is something wrong, Alayna?” he asks hoarsely and you pull your head back and push him away.

Spontaneously, I change the plan and open my trousers. Carter looks at me with a raised eyebrow because that’s not how it actually works. But I just ignore him, bend over you, push your knee up, and with a jerk, thrust all the way inside you. Fuck, I’m angry. You moan and throw your head back. Your gaze is veiled with lust and confusion.

I immediately fuck you hard. You moan and lift your pelvis towards me. Carter pushes it down without looking.

I hate that, Alayna, I hate that he does that. That’s why I reach under your ass and I lift it up. Panting, you contract around me as he extends his hand and runs his fingers over your breasts. This disturbs me. It confuses you, but you are too turned on to resist and you look at him for a moment.

“Relax,” I growl and caress the skin between your legs with my fingertips. Your eyes find my face again as Carter grabs your chest harder. “Look at me.” I would love to cut off his hand. Although we always do this: systematically preparing the woman for the two of us and making her do everything for us.

Fuck, Alayna, I’m coming and you too and I let it happen. You whisper my name and I let my head fall back and squeeze my eyes tight. I can’t see his hand on you anymore.

And so there will be no sex for Carter today.