Chapter 6: Stuart Behaves and Angie Takes Control

It’s been a few weeks since Stuart basically anally raped me, and all the time, he has been begging me to forgive him. Tim has been equally remorseful. The relationship between them has changed as well. Tim can’t stop saying sorry for what he had a hand in, but I also get the idea that he still wants to get Stuart and me together again so that he could set up a three-way with all of us.

Tim is still a perverted, manipulative, sex-driven idiot. It’s not enough that he blackmailed me into sex with him in the first place. Now he wants to take things even further, forcing me to go with Stuart. Deep down, I know he means me no harm. He just wants to have sex with me, and by now, I’m more than happy with that, but he’s going about things the wrong way.

Well, the sex I’m happy about, I’m just not too sure about the idea of doing it with my brothers. At times, I have doubts about what we are doing and want to stop, but then again, I don’t. The sex is sooo good, and I’m learning all about my own body and the effect it can have on men.

As my sore and abused bum recovered, the idea that I could go along with a threesome gained more purchase in my mind but the one thing I had decided on was I was never going to go with Stuart on my own again. If I was having sex with him, then Tim would have to act as a chaperone. That might turn him on for later, having to watch Stuart and me fucking.

“Tim, can I ask you something? Why did you want me to go with Stuart?”

Tim took his time answering, looking sheepish as he did so. I can read him like a book, and although he thinks he is in control of our relationship, I know differently. I know how to control him, and it is not just through sex.

“I hoped it would be different for you, something new, and ... I hoped all three of us could get together to have some fun as a family.”

At last, the true reason.

“Tim, Stuart has hurt me twice now, and I never want to do anything with him alone again. He’s got a nasty, vicious streak in him. He needs controlling. I think it’s because he isn’t very big, well, not very long. I think it plays on his mind, and he takes it out on me.”

“Angie, Stuart has always had problems but did I hear you right? Did you say you didn’t want to do anything with him alone again? What does that mean?”

Taking a big gulp of air and committing myself now, I said, “I’m willing to try having sex with him one more time again, but only if you are in the same room and can control him. After that, I will decide what happens. What I think I’m saying is I’m willing to do a three-way with both of you, but if Stuart acts up, then that’s it, everything is off, and I mean you and me as well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, but you control Stuart, and he goes nowhere near my arse. That is off-limits from now on, I’m still sore and can’t dance properly, and that’s what hurts me more.”

Tim just nodded at me.

Stuart sheepishly approached me later that day and asked if there was anything he could do to make things up to me. I could think of lots of things, but even I’m not that evil, well I am, but! I told him I’d think about it but already knew what I wanted him to do.

I called both Tim and Stuart into my room later that night when mum had gone to bed. As usual, I was dressed in a little shift style nightdress that only just covered my bum, leaving my long sexy legs open to the boy’s view. I knew Tim liked me like that, and I like playing to his wants when they combine with my own.

“Stuart, you want to make things up to me, well I’m going to give you a chance,” the look of relief that swept over both Stuart and Tims faces made my day. “I want you to eat my pussy, make me cum by licking my cunt.” There was a gasp from both boys at my use of such a crude adjective, but I wanted to drive home my power over Stuart, and shocking them seemed the best way.

“And Stuie, I mean I want a good licking, tongue deep, you have to make me cum and more than once. Then if you do well, maybe I’ll forgive you slightly. Tim, you keep out, this is to see if Stuart really means he’s sorry. You can watch and see if you can pick up any tips.” I was teasing Tim as he knows I love him eating me out, and he’s never shy about doing that now.

I reached down to the hem of my nightie, took hold and in one swift, confident move, pulled it over my head, swung it around and threw it into the corner of the room. I was naked underneath. Both boys gasped at the sight of my slender young body. Tim has seen it many times now, but he still loves it. Stuart has only seen me a couple of times and nothing like this.

My still small but gradually increasing in size boobs were bouncing around, all perky and inviting, with the small nipples pinched and aroused. My narrow hips flared nicely from my waist, but the crowning glory and what had surprised them both was my pussy was bare of any hair. I’d shaved it completely during the day. Stuart was staring at it, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

“Oh my God,” they both exclaimed in delight. Tim made a move towards me but stopped when I gave him one of my looks. “Tim, this is between Stuart and me. Stuie, baby, if you’re going to eat my pussy I thought I’d give you a treat so you can see every bit of it. I shaved this just for you.” I was tormenting him, and he knew it.

“Now, get to work, get that tongue in action,” I ordered him as I flopped backwards onto my bed. I opened my legs wide and pulled my heels up so that they were touching my arse cheeks. My pussy was exposed and ready for my middle brother as I placed a hand on it and spread the lips wide, then closed them again. “Strip Stuart, I want you naked as well.”

For once in his life, Stuart did as he was told without arguing. And soon, his clothes were dumped in a pile on the floor. I took a look at his cock, and I was right. It wasn’t very long, barely five inches, but it was very, very thick.

My love juices were already starting to moisten my pussy, as Stuart dipped between my legs and kissed it, concentrating on the outer lips. Then getting more confident and bolder, he slid his tongue into my slit and licked up and down, a long, slow and forceful lapping of my pussy. Forceful in a nice way, a firm but heavy pressure of his tongue plunging deep into me. I shivered and sighed in pleasure as I got my hands on his head and directed his actions.

I held him against my pussy as I fucked myself on his protruding tongue, driving it as deep into my core as it would go. Stuart was whirling his tongue around as though it was turbocharged. It was driving me insane. My thighs were turning to jelly as I clamped them around Stuart’s head. He was my prisoner now.

As Stuart continued to lap on my pussy, I beckoned Tim over and let him play with my tits, squeezing and fondling them. Pinching the nipples lightly, then nipping on them gently with his teeth.

Every lick on my pussy seemed to make my nipples more sensitive. Every suck on my nipples sent waves of ecstasy like an electric shock right to my clit and pussy. I was in heaven and rapidly approaching an orgasm.

“Oh my God, oh my God, keep doing that; Stuie, do-not-fucking-stop,” I ordered him as my thighs released my death grip on him slightly, allowing him to shift place and his tongue hit my clit. That, and a particularly nice pinch on my nipples shot me over the edge, and I screamed my climax to the heavens, building gradually from a moan to an ear-piercing shriek. “Oh God, oh my God; ooooh my GooooddDDDDDDDD.”

I flooded Stuart’s mouth with cum, my hands wrapped in his hair holding against my squirting and sensitive pussy as I came and came again. He had no option but to start drinking my gift to him. My toes had curled and were trying to grip on the bed.

I relaxed slightly, and Stuart made to pull away, but I stopped him but let him raise his face to look at me as I said, “Keep on, you’re not finished yet. You have to please me, so keep going. Told you I wanted more.” I was insatiable. My pussy wanted more. It wanted to feel a tongue lapping up and down it again. It was as though it had a mind of its own and was acting without any control from me or my brain. Stuarts’ face was coated in my cum, and it looked just right on him. He would be my sex slave now, I thought. His proper place in the family hierarchy had just been decided.

A look of shock came over Stuart’s face as I said this before he bent his head lower and again took up his task of pleasuring me with his tongue and lips. To be fair to him, he didn’t hesitate and started to play with my clit again, sucking it between his lips and suckling on it, then flicking the end of his tongue on the sensitive little nub.

Tim was still playing with my boobs, but I wanted something more. So I got him closer to me and sucked his rampant cock, which he had freed earlier, into my hot and eager mouth, giving him a long, slow, deep-throat, blow job.

Stuart increased the tempo and pressure of his tongue on my pussy. I loved the way he held his tongue stiff and swirled it around in my vaginal opening, probing up into the canal. My juices were starting to flow freely again, and I was aware that Stuart was drinking them down as best as he could whilst still trying to please me. Tim was humping his cock into my throat, and I knew he was close and would blow off in seconds.

I started to mash my cunt into Stuart’s face harder and faster now, and allowed him to push a couple of fingers into my sopping hot slit as I drove remorselessly to my second climax of the night. I didn’t scream this time, I couldn’t, as my mouth was full of Tim emptying his load down my willing throat. I bucked and thrashed about under them. My eyes were unfocused and white lights were flashing behind them as my body shuddered and shook as I hit peak after peak of erotic release. Eventually, the passion and lust that were running through me started to dissipate, and I came down and flopped back onto the bed, spent.

I licked my lips as Tim withdrew his cock and made sure that Stuart saw what I was doing. What treated correctly, I was able and willing to do. I quickly got them out of my room, leaving Stuart frustrated, but that was the point, he was making things up to me. Tim coming in my mouth was just adding pleasure to me now. I went to sleep exactly as I was, sweaty, my own cum running down my thighs and bum crack and Tims taste lingering on my tongue, lips and in my mouth. Heaven for a randy little schoolgirl with no puppy dog eyed boyfriend hanging around.

The next day at breakfast, Stuart looked at me sheepishly, wondering if he had been forgiven. I gave him a half-smile, leaving him wondering. Mum said, “Angie, were you screaming for some reason last night?”

“Oh, it was a scary movie I started watching, and it gave me a shock,” I lied effortlessly. Mum mustn’t have been as drunk as I had thought.

I left the boys to stew in anticipation and agony over my decision for the rest of the day. Until mum had gone around to grans for the night.

Both boys were following as I walked into Tims room, sat on the bed, taking control of things again, and said to them, “OK, I’ve made my mind up.”

They couldn’t wait for me to continue, but I let the tension build slightly before, “Stuart, you are forgiven; a bit, but that was a good licking you gave me, best ever,” Stuart beamed with pride as Tim sulked. He knows I love him eating me out, but I was playing with these two now.

“So, I’m happy to fuck both of you, but there are rules,” Tim jumped in then.

“No, Angie, that’s not the way things are, and you know it.”

“No, Tim, that was before, now is different. Things have changed. Now here are the rules, and you should know about those, shouldn’t you?” I shot back at him.

“I’m happy to go with both of you. Either together or better still both at the same time.” The look of expectation and lust on their faces made my day.

“When Stuie comes home, he and I get together for the first night unless I decide differently. After that, I will decide what we do, well not what but who, so it may be both of you, it may be one or the other or; it may be none.”

“Angie, you don’t get it, do you? You’re the one that has no say in what we do. I can still throw you out,” Tim was turning nasty and spiteful again, trying to re-exert his diminishing authority.

Suddenly I burst into tears. Deep, heartbreaking sobs wracking through my body, tears pouring down my cheeks. The boys stopped what they were doing instantly, Tim putting his arm tenderly around me.

“Angie, what’s up, what’s the matter?”

“It’s ... it’s too horrible to say,” I sobbed.

“No, please tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s my ... my brothers ... they make me do things with them. Naughty things, both of them ... and both together. Dirty things ... It’s horrible. They make me have sex ... sex with them together, and it hurts, and they make me put their cocks in my mouth, and that is horrible, and they make me do it time and time again.” Again a deep sob escapes my mouth as my body shakes.

“And they pass me between them, as if ... as if I am a toy.”

I looked up as I finished speaking to see the look of shock on their faces, my tears turning into howls of laughter and derision at them.

“And the Oscar for best performance goes to...

“Now I took you two in. Just imagine if I had that little breakdown at school. That I said that I was being abused and raped by my brothers. They’d believe me, wouldn’t they? I mean, I’m not a virgin, that’s easy to prove, and there’s no history of me going with any of the boys at school you both know that. So who do you think they’d believe.”

I’d been utterly convincing in my act. Both of them knew I could carry it off and that I was serious and meant what I had said. Things had changed. Tim, realising I was now in control of things.

“Now then, guys, stop being miserable, after all, I’ve just told you I want a three-way with you both, so what are you waiting for?”

I got a good hard fucking from both of them after that. They switched off on me time and time again, and I was happy to let them do it. After all, I was getting what I wanted. Good hard sex and I had a couple of virile toys to supply it to me.

I had started out as a plaything for Tim, and he had unleashed a monster, now they were my playthings. Who knows where things will go from here? What depravity lies in store for my family in the future.

{h3}Chapter 7: Angie’s Birthday Party Present

It was time for a talk with Angie to sort out her future, decisions needed to be made. Not only that, I had to try and get some control back over the situation after Angie’s little acting and blackmail threat. So I took on the “Father” role one day when Mum was out, sat her down and surprised her.

“Angie, I think the sex between us needs to ease back a bit.”