Eyebrows furrowed into a dark line, arms crossed over his chest, Stefan watched Elena. She was writhing in her sleep… again. She groaned softly, her fingers coiling and recoiling. Her back arched, forcing her flat stomach and hips to the ceiling. She grabbed at her thighs, her breasts, her throat. Stefan's eyes danced over her, and he stopped himself from shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

She panted and grabbed onto her lower lip with her teeth as she moaned, this time louder than before. As she clung to her pajamas, tugging them over her skin, she whispered ever so softly,

"Damon, please…"

Stefan sighed.

Two weeks ago, Elena came upon a very unwelcome and vengeful witch posing to be a high school student and the witched cursed her. She was to desperately desire the thing she wanted most, but that she could never have. It was a subconscious, under-the-surface want that would get worse until she gave into it and quenched her desire, or panicked herself into a coma.

Unfortunately for Stefan, Elena's small, subconscious want had turned out to be his big brother.

At first, the desire was small. Elena would catch herself staring at Damon for longer than necessary. She would experience him briefly in a dream. The sound of his voice would make her shiver. But like the witch had intended, the curse had developed.

Nearly a week later Elena could literally look at nothing else but Damon when he was in a room. The dreams had progressed into full on, subconscious pleasure sessions. Elena even found herself writing his name over and over in her notes at school.

Stefan tried to be sympathetic. Especially since lately, Elena had been in constant physical pain from her desire. He just wished that it wasn't for his brother.

"Sounds like a good dream," Damon said, appearing next to Stefan.

Stefan stopped himself from reaching out and punching his brother. Elena groaned and threw her head back. She teasingly grabbed her crotch through her flannel pajama bottoms.

"It's getting worse."

"Oh god, Stefan," she moaned in her sleep. Damon's eyes widened. He covered his disappointment in a flash.

"Looks like things may be going back to normal." Damon murmured with a tight smile.

"I don't think so," Stefan insisted.

"Yes! Damon, Stefan please, don't stop!"

Surprisingly relieved, Damon tried to cover his own satisfaction by assuming the same, serious, disapproving pose his brother was standing in. Still, he smirked uncontrollably.

"I think she's getting close," Damon murmured with a grin.

"No," Stefan shook his head. "She doesn't ever find release in the dreams. She always gets right to the brink and then wakes up. It's part of the curse."

"That sounds horrible," Damon said absently as he watched Elena's tan, lithe body beg for him.

"We have to do something. Elena could suffer some real damage if we don't do something soon."

"Like what? I already accidentally killed the witch."

Stefan turned to his starry-eyed brother.

"I have an idea."

Elena slammed the front door of the Salvatore mansion as she entered it. She tossed her backpack on the ground, and sighed heavily as she fell into the burgundy-upholstered couch.

It had been a horrible day. She had barely slept the night before, waking up several times only to find Stefan lying next to her pretending to be asleep. She had been completely unable to focus in any of her classes because her skin was too sensitive to even hold a pencil. She had tried desperately to get herself off in the bathroom four separate times, only to make her horniness even worse.

She had fought with Bonnie, with Jessica, even with her P.E. teacher after getting hit in the head with a volleyball three times because she wasn't paying attention. She couldn't tell either of her best friends about this either. It was just way to embarrassing. How could she explain to either of them that she was experiencing uncontrollable sexual want for her boyfriend's evil, older brother?

On top of that, she was so hot, and she ached all over. It was an ache that started deep in her stomach and groin and radiated outwards. It made her want to stand, sit, run and not exist all at the same time.

She couldn't even look Stefan in the eye because she felt so horrible about this whole curse. She had no idea that she had wanted Damon in even the slightest corner of her imagination. Now her poor boyfriend had to deal with the consequences along with her. Why couldn't she have subconsciously craved a puppy or something?

Elena closed her eyes and laid her head back, trying to think about anything but Damon. It wasn't working.

"Elena?"

She heard Damon's voice. She reasoned that she was probably hallucinating it, it wouldn't be the first time in the past two weeks, but she opened her eyes anyway.

Standing before her wasn't just Damon, but Stefan as well. God, they were two beautiful men. Damon, all crystalline eyes and ink black hair, smirked at her discomfort. Stefan, looking all like GQ's moody cover boy, looked like he was about to say something that she didn't want to hear.

"What's going on?"

"We think we have found a way to break the curse."

"How?"

The brothers exchanged a glance. Elena stiffened suspiciously.

"I've done some research," Stefan began. "And without the witch who cast the curse, the only way to break it is to… quench the desire."

"What are you suggesting?"

Elena narrowed her eyes. Damon looked at the ground, trying to contain his excitement. Stefan glared at his brother and continued.

"We think that you should… be with us."

"Be with you? What are you talking about?"

"Elena," Stefan looked pained at having to explain further.

"We want you to fuck us… both of us… together." Damon interrupted.

"What?! You can't be serious," Elena said, pushing back further into the couch. She could feel her desire flaring inside her.

"Oh, we are," Damon said matter-of-factly. He grinned at Elena, and began to unbutton his black, collared shirt.

"Stefan," Elena began, unable to take her eyes off of Damon. His pale, chiseled chest was beginning to peek out of the black cotton. Elena gulped.

"This isn't a trick Elena. I think this might be the only way to help you. Last night, you were dreaming of both of us, so I think it's a better idea to target the curse at its most explicit root."

"Plus he doesn't want to let me have you all to myself," Damon sneered with a small smirk. He shucked off his shirt, exposing his perfectly built shoulders.

"I don't think it will be powerful enough, with just Damon," Stefan explained. "And we know that just with me isn't enough either," he said, referring to the innumerable times they had tried to break Elena's enchantment in the past week. Elena nodded cautiously, thinking back on how every orgasm with Stefan had made her need stronger.

Stefan slipped his grey t-shirt over his head, leaving him in his skinny black jeans. He was an Adonis, Elena thought. As she stared at him, he smiled at her. He reached out for her hand and she took it, standing to meet him.

He put his hands on either side of her face.

"It's okay. It's going to be alright."

"I hurt, everywhere."

"I know. We are going to make it better."

Then he kissed her. Elena melted into the kiss with a sigh. Her skin was so sensitive, just his fingertips on her cheeks made her feel more alive. Stefan slid his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it, desperate for the touch.

Suddenly, she felt another set of hands on her waist. Then Damon's warm mouth kissed her throat. She shivered. She felt Damon's smile on her neck. He trailed his tongue from the base of her neck up to her ear. He ran it along her earlobe before sucking on it gently.

"Oh," She murmured into Stefan's mouth. Stefan nipped at her lip just barely as he ended the kiss. He moved gradually to the other side of her neck, sucking on it tantalizingly. Damon took his place, planting his lips on Elena's and parting them with his tongue.

My god, Damon thought, just as electric as I thought it would be. She was nothing like Catherine. There was no performance here. Elena was just experiencing him for everything that he was, tasting him, smelling him, letting him explore her. Damon moaned into her mouth and deepened the kiss.

Elena ran her hands on both of their chests. Their skin rose to goose bumps under her touch. She felt Stefan undo her sweater buttons as she kissed Damon. He gently pulled it off her shoulders, laying kisses where fabric once was. She was wearing a violet, lacy bra.

Stefan massaged her breasts through the thin fabric, bringing her nipples forward until they strained against the lace. He licked the top of each of her breasts before kneeling until his nose was even with her navel. He grasped her hips and kissed the sensitive skin, sending shocks up Elena's body.

Elena bit hard into Damon's lip at Stefan's touch. Damon reacted with a nip of his own, drawing blood. He pulled back, looking at the small drop of blood on her lip, his eyes growing dark. Stefan looked up from Elena's stomach.

"Damon, no biting. We agreed to that."

"She did it first," he reasoned, kissing the wound and lapping the blood up with his tongue. He moaned his pleasure, reveling in the complexity of her blood. She tasted like lavender and rusted sunsets.

"Don't worry," he told Elena. "I'll control myself."

Stefan continued down Elena's stomach, stopping at her jeans to undo them with his teeth. Then he peeled them from her, revealing her beautifully round ass daintily coved by matching violet panties. He traced his hands up her thighs until she sighed into Damon's mouth.

Damon squeezed her breasts through her bra, kneading them in his strong hands. He then slipped his hands inside and pinched her pink nipples. Elena arched against him.

"Oh Elena, I may have wanted this longer than you have," He whispered in her ear. She pulled back and the look of hunger he was giving her sent her reeling.

"Stefan," she warned once. He slid out of the way. Elena shoved Damon back onto the couch behind her.

"Don't move," she commanded. Both men watched her, entranced. They had never seen this side of her before. She took a deep breath and kneeled in front of Damon. Then she reached for his pants, yanking them off his angular hips. Just as she hoped, he wore no underwear.

Both the Salvatore brothers were cut, and though Damon did not possess the impressive eight and a half inches of his brother, his seven-inch, rock hard dick was thick and nothing at all to be ashamed of. Elena grasped it at the base and immediately began to circle the head with her tongue.

Damon hissed as he arched his hips toward her. He glanced at his brother like, you were keeping this from me this whole time? Stefan smiled slightly and knelt by Elena's round ass. He massaged it with both hands, rubbing the cheeks with big circles. He trailed his fingers up the line of her sex. Elena whimpered around Damon's dick, which was now halfway inside her taut mouth. Stefan pressed through the fabric onto her throbbing clit. She was so wet. He could feel it already through the fabric.

He brought his nose to her snatch and nestled into the warm, sweet smell of it. Then he kissed it deeply through her wet panties. Elena whimpered again, looking up at Damon. Damon found himself speechless as Elena worked his cock with her mouth. She was fucking exquisite at it. She fit what she could into her small mouth and worked the rest with her hand.

Elena loved the feel of Damon's cock in her mouth. She sucked it like she needed it, and at the moment, she felt like she did. She was actually thirsty for his cum. It must have been the curse, she thought, because she had never felt that way before, ever.

She also couldn't believe how good Stefan's tongue felt, as he slid it teasingly in and out of her pussy. He had pulled her panties off before she even realized. Her knees shook as he deepened his attack on her clit. It sent electric shocks through her. She arched back into his mouth, begging for release.

Damon realized he was going to cum just a second before it happened. He had no time to warn Elena as he jerked and shot his load deep into her throat. Her eyes widened as his spunk hit her tongue, but she swallowed it eagerly, sucking his dick clean. Holy shit, he thought, she was unbelievably fucking hot.

She released Damon's dick from her mouth as Stefan slipped two fingers inside her and lapped at her clit with his tongue. She knew she wasn't going to be able to last much longer. She gripped Damon's thighs and looked up at him with a look so ravenous that it immediately made his dick hard again. Of course, vampire recovery time helped.

Elena didn't seem to notice though as she ground into Stefan's face, twitching and convulsing as she came. She shuddered, shocked and elated as Stefan eagerly drank up all of her cum. When he released her, she whipped around, and kissed him deeply.

"I have to have him," she gasped, her eyes clouded and apologetic.

"I know," Stefan gasped back. She nodded and went back to Damon, crawling so quickly onto his lap that even he was surprised. She gripped his cock with her hand as she hovered above it.

"Are you ready for me?" She asked.

"I've been waiting,"

With that, Elena slid onto his raging hard on, burying it deep inside of her. They sighed collectively. Desperately, she began to work herself up and down him. Every inch of her needed his dick deep inside of her, so she drove him deeply into her again and again. He met her thrusts, clinging to her hip with one hand and to the back of her neck with the other. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him hard. The heat gathered inside her as every fiber begged for release on his cock. She squeezed around him. Her bra straps hung off of her shoulders, exposing her nipples out of the top of her bra. Damon looked at her heaving chest and then back at her face. Her eyes her closed, she was concentrating as she ground onto his cock. She was biting her lower lip.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer if she kept going like this, like she needed him inside of her so that she could breathe. He thrust up into her. She was so tight and wet and perfect. Her hair fell around her face as she began to twitch and convulse again. She felt her pussy muscles tighten and squeeze around him. Then her eyes shot open, and she came on him, hard. The waves came again and again, both exhausting and exhilarating. She locked eyes with him, demanding every part of him, his body, he attention, and his need. Damon couldn't hold out any longer. He shuddered and came hard inside of her, relishing every convulsion of her legs and sweet, little pussy.

They realized that they were both staring at and into each other as they began to get their breath back. Elena felt like she had never seen Damon before as he was now, so unstoppably honest and open. The ache was gone, she noticed. The curse had been broken.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked.

"Yes," she whispered, a smile breaking across her lips.

Stefan watched as the magic broke from Elena and shimmered away. He felt relief for that at least. But as he looked at his hard dick in his hand, he knew there was one thing left for them to do.

When he got to Elena, he touched her shoulders gently. He kissed the top of her head.

"Feeling better?"

"Much,"

"I want to try something new, okay?" He murmured into her hair.

She nodded.

"Stay where you are."

He spit quietly into his hand and rubbed the head of his dick. Then he reached down to Elena's wet pussy and rubbed some of her juices up and onto her virgin ass. Some light ass play wasn't new to Elena and Stefan's relationship, but they'd never gone farther than Stefan's thumb massaging it during sex. Elena felt some trepidation, but she also felt so relieved and grateful that she embraced the tickle of Stefan's fingers on her forbidden hole.

Stefan eyed his brother perceptively. Damon returned the look and raised a eyebrow. Wow, Damon thought, they really were going to fuck her together.

With Damon still inside her and now rapidly rising to the occasion again, Elena arched back just a bit to give Stefan more access. Stefan positioned himself under her, and carefully began to slide into her ass. Elena let out a small whine. Stefan kissed her shoulder. Damon kissed her forehead. With the head of his dick now inside of her, Stefan exhaled in pleasure.

He watched, so turned on he could barely believe it, as he slid deeper into her tight ass.

"Elena, you're so tight," He gasped. Elena wriggled uncomfortably on him. Both men moaned at that.

Damon was at full attention then. Elena was even tighter with Stefan invading her from the other end. He hoped that Stefan couldn't last too long, because like this, he didn't think he had more than five minutes before he could come again.

Stefan slipped all eight and a half inches inside of her and paused. Elena seemed to be holding her breath. With both brothers buried deep in her, she wasn't sure how the situation could get any better. She began to move slowly, gently, on both of them. They met her thrusts just as carefully, letting her take the lead. Stefan tucked her hair behind her ear and sucked on her neck as he thrust into her again and again.

Damon watched her face contort between pain and pleasure. She clung to his neck for dear life as she slowly got her bearings. The warmth was gathering in her again, but it was good this time, a choice. Elena embraced it and rocked on both men's cocks, surprised how quickly she was going to cum. She kissed Damon, begging him with her tongue. He kissed her back just as desperately. Then she pulled away and kissed Stefan just as deeply. She was getting close and she knew it. The pressure between the two cocks was almost too much for her to take, so she kept her thrusts slow and deliberate, like the orgasm building deep in her belly.

To the men, the pace was torturous and fantastic at the same time. As Elena began to squeeze him again with her pussy muscles, Damon felt his brink being reached.

"Oh. Elena."

He shuddered and jerked as he came. Egged on by his orgasm, she picked up her pace, grinding his still hard dick on her g-spot. Between that and Stefan's driving rhythm in her ass, that was enough. She stiffened, stars exploding in front of her eyes as she let out one last heart-pounding orgasm.

As he felt her about to cum, Stefan reached his breaking point. He jerked into her hard, and growled as he shot jizz deep into her ass. It clenched hard around him, milking him as he came. He panted into Elena's hair, cringing as he twitched out the final moments of his orgasm.

"Amazing," he wheezed. Damon nodded.

"Unbelievable," he agreed.

Elena let out a low, sexy laugh.

"Thank you," she said, as her weak giggles died down. Stefan pulled out of her gingerly. Damon took her by the hips, lifting her as he pulled out from underneath her. Then he picked her up bridal style.

"Shower, then bed?"

Elena nodded, obviously exhausted. Damon looked at his brother. Stefan nodded, his smile understanding and accepting. Damon returned the nod and carried Elena back to his room. Stefan, paused a moment, then shaking his head in awe again, followed.