Garden of Sins

2. Let go, Alayna, completely

Caden

I stand in the bathroom and peel myself out of my sports clothes. Only because of you do I have the boner of a lifetime, Alayna, but I ignore it right now. That is the difference between Carter and me. I can control myself, he can’t.

I enter the walk-in shower and let the water run over my body. I like watching you get fucked. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself because that’s the way it has always been. My brother would never watch the two of us, he is too possessive for that. And I haven’t understood that until now. I have not understood how you can get so attached to the fact that a woman belongs to you. I have always believed that usual relationships are for people who bow to the system and have no will of their own.

Carter knows what I do with you, but knowing and seeing it is different for him, he actually doesn’t like sharing his women as much as I do. I, on the other hand, know you belong to me, Alayna. Even his dick can’t change that.

Carter and I have shared everything since we were little shits. I love my brother and I would kick you out of my life anytime for him. I admit it. He’d do the same for me. It’s the only way it can work between us, our little arrangement.

It all started with Pauline, my first girlfriend in high school. She was at our house. Our parents and sister weren’t there. I fucked her when I was fifteen and left her on the couch because I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Carter was all over her. She thought he was me, which I found amusing. We’ve been doing it ever since. Or, I get the women and share them with my brother. I’m only three minutes older but you still take care of your little brother.

Now I want to fuck you too because your moaning crescendo made me fucking hard, baby girl. I could almost feel how you felt around him when you came.

I get out of the shower, wrap a towel around my hips, take a quick look in the mirror, and stroke my wet black hair. There is really no difference in our appearance, except for a birthmark on my forearm, but nobody pays attention to that. We are the same height, six-foot-three, we both have the same build, and the same broad shoulders. Also, our upper bodies have almost the same Maori tattoos as Dad. Everybody told their story, but our story is almost the same. That’s why there are only a few differences that are not noticeable at first glance. We wear our three-day beard the same, we even have identical hairstyles because we love fucking with people. Often, we even wear the same clothes, although our style is basically different. Carter is crazy about black and personifies a fleshy-fuckup, while I go for bright tops, jeans, and Chucks. Not everyone needs to see what’s going on inside you on the outside. That is my motto.

Our characters also differ.

While Carter is impulsive and personifies chaos, I like it 100% controlled and everything according to plan. I have saved his ass a couple of times because he always finds himself in one mess or another. I am always composed and relaxed and keep an eye on everything. But when I get angry, there is nothing to laugh about, Alayna, because I don’t physically freak out. Let’s hope you never have to experience that, baby girl.

I decide to honor you with my presence now, so I go back upstairs. My sister is listening to embarrassing teen pop and jumping around in her room. She’s really hyperactive and locked up in this house, which is why I feel sorry for her sometimes — with Dad and Carter, two crazy controlling pit bulls watching over her.

When I enter the room, you are lying on your back, still bottomless, with all limbs stretched out. You are sweating, your hair is sticking to your arms, and you are staring at the ceiling as if you can’t believe what just happened. Did he overpower you, baby girl? How nice for you.

I drop the towel, walk past you naked, and ignore you. Instead, I take a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand that Carter left and light it. Then I sit down with you on the edge of the bed. My eyes wander over your body. The shirt you are wearing of mine barely covers you and you look at me in a panic when you realize I’m hard.

“Oh God, Caden! Again? I don’t think I’m going to survive this.” After Carter had his way with you at the party last night, I had you afterward, all night long. I don’t do things half-assed, Alayna. He just had his turn again and now it’s mine. Makes sense.

The woman we share must have endurance. And that’s you, isn’t it, baby girl? You’re a little nymph. That’s why we have kept you around so long. You are interesting and don’t bore us, which usually happens quickly. Especially with me.

I take a drag of my cigarette and with my index finger, I push the shirt up your belly a bit.

“Looks can be deceiving, Alayna.” I put two fingers between your firm tan thighs and gently stroke your center. I like to drive you slowly and deliberately into proverbial madness with feather-light touches until you’re beside yourself. At some point, I’ll merely snap my fingers and you’ll do whatever for me. And you’ll come without me really touching you. I’ll have reprogrammed you like I do with my computers, reformatting your hard drive and setting it up to meet my needs. I have already started and it will not be long before the process is finished.

You emit a hoarse groan and I know why you sound like that… because you just screamed like a little whore.

Your tiny fingers claw at my bedding and your pelvis rotates sluggishly. I love how that looks. I love that you can let yourself go so easily. It is much harder for most women. Even if you’ve almost been fucked to death, you can still take a bit more. You always hunger for me, no matter if my brother spanks you or I drive you completely crazy with controlled words and touches.

“What were you reading to me earlier, Alayna?” I ask hoarsely and you breathe heavily. I recall how Carter just forced you to read aloud from the book in front of you to him while he was inside you from behind.

“Text for class,” you whisper shakily.

“Uh-huh.” I slide my fingers down and raise my other hand holding the cigarette. “Sounded interesting. Do you enjoy that? Surrendering completely? Can you imagine? Being totally used?” Because that’s exactly the kind of passage you read.

You groan deeply because you love what I do to you, Alayna. You lift your pelvis further towards me and I don’t push it back down like Carter always does, but push two fingers slowly inside you because I reward you when you come toward me. In doing so, I tilt my head and suck up the lust that spreads across your face. So fucking beautiful.

“Have you ever imagined what it would be like to be fucked by two dicks?” I ask, interested.

You moan louder and your muscles greedily contract. “Please, Caden!”

“What? I thought you were thoroughly fucked.”

“Just fuck me,” you hiss.

“Are you that fucking insatiable, Alayna?”

I pull my fingers out and stand up. You make a protesting sound as I purposefully saunter over to the ashtray across the room and stub out the cigarette. Out of my box, I grab a plug because I believe it’s time for the next step. Then I stroll back to you, spread your legs with my knee, bend over you, and kiss you deeply. Your arms immediately wrap around my still wet body and you moan into my mouth when you feel my muscles on you. You are already addicted to me. I kiss down your neck and bite your nipple through the fabric of my shirt. You squeal and I push the shirt up with one hand in order to devote myself to your belly until you are wet and ready for me. I stroke your sensitive skin with my tongue and watch your face. Your eyes darken, so demanding, and your breathing increases. As I dip the cool anal plug into your vagina and wet it with your moisture, you flinch and groan louder. Your hand claws my damp hair and I grin devilishly as I continue to spoil you with feather-light targeted touches. I hold you at the abyss, just before coming, ru