The Luxor Hotel: The Living Room

'They're definitely drunk.'

'But at least they're coloring. It's distracting them from fighting.'

'Yes, but for how long?'

'I have no idea.'

Everyone had just returned home from the Hard Rock Café after a hard night. Everyone except for me, Emily, Connor, and Murphy had gone to bed. Unfortunately for us, Connor and Murphy were drunk and acting like kids, and we had no idea how long it would take until they began fighting. Everything was going smoothly until they reached for the same crayon and Murphy grabbed it first. Connor fussed angrily.

'Hey!' he whined, 'give me that!'

'No!' said Murphy, 'I got it first!'

'That's not fair!' said Connor, 'you pushed me!'

Emily looked into the living room. She noticed that Connor and Murphy were bickering. She gasped.

'Uhh…' she said nervously, 'Rebecca?'

'What, Emily?' I asked.

Emily pointed to where Connor and Murphy were sitting. I groaned.

'Oh, great…' I said, 'they're gonna start hitting each other…'

And they did. Murphy swatted Connor upside the head. Connor glared, swatting Murphy upside the head in retaliation.

'Idiot,' he said.

'Not an idiot!' fussed Murphy.

'Uh-huh!' said Connor.

'Nuh-uh!' said Murphy.

'Give me that crayon, Murphy!' said Connor.

'NO!' squealed Murphy.

'I'm telling on you,' said Connor, sticking his tongue out at Murphy.

Murphy scoffed. He slapped Connor across the face. Connor gasped. That's when it started going downhill.

'REBECCA!' cried Connor, 'MURPHY HIT ME!'

'I did not!' said Murphy, 'he's lying!'

'Murphy, don't hit your brother,' I scolded.

Murphy pouted. I turned away, focusing my attention back on Emily. Murphy glared at his brother.

'Snitch,' he grouched.

'She loves me,' said Connor, sticking his tongue out at his brother, 'that's why she yelled at you.'

What we didn't know was Michael had set up hidden cameras in the living room. He and Jane were watching us from their bedroom.

'This is golden,' chuckled Michael.

'I smell a brawl brewing,' giggled Jane.

Murphy grabbed the box of crayons. He threw them at Connor, hitting him in the face. Connor growled.

'THAT DOES IT!'

'And…here…we…go!' said Jane.

Connor pounced on Murphy. They rolled across the floor, punching and biting each other. Michael laughed.

'Oh, shit!' he guffawed, 'you were right!'

Murphy judo-threw Connor onto the table. He leapt on top of him, punching him. Emily and I ran into the living room, startled.

'MEANIE-HEAD!' shouted Connor.

'SHRIMP DICK!' shouted Murphy.

'BOYS!' Emily and I shouted together, 'STOP IT OR ELSE YOU'RE BOTH GOING ON TIME-OUT!'

'He started it!' said Murphy.

'Did not!' said Connor.

'Did too!' said Murphy.

'Did NOT!' roared Connor.

'Did TOO!' roared Murphy.

Emily and I had enough of their bickering. We grabbed them both by the ear, dragging them over to a corner.

'Time out!' said Emily.

'Both of you!' I said.

Connor and Murphy sat in the corner. They folded their arms, pouting. Emily and I sat on the sofa, watching them so they didn't move.

'I hate you,' grumbled Murphy.

'Back at ye, butt-hole,' grouched Connor.

'Don't make me spank you, young man!' I scolded.

'Oh, please do,' purred Connor.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at Connor. That's when he decided to play the cute card.

'I wuv you,' cooed Connor, 'a whole bunch!'

Michael and Jane laughed hysterically. This was only the beginning of the shenanigans. I laughed at my fiance.

'You're cute,' I said, 'and yes, your brother's a butt-hole.'

'See!' said Connor, pointing a finger at Murphy, 'she thinks yer a butt-hole!'

Michael and Jane laughed even harder. I walked over to Connor, kneeling in front of him.

'You're adorable,' I said, stroking Connor's cheek, 'you know that?'

Connor didn't say a word. His eyes were fixed on my cleavage. He gulped.

'Is it lunch time yet?' he asked, licking his lips.

I laughed.

'Soon,' I said, stroking his cheek, 'you're still on time-out, mister.'

'But I'm hungry,' pouted Connor.

I sighed, defeated. I knew he wasn't gonna let up unless I gave into him.

'Alright,' I said, un-buttoning my blouse and revealing my breasts, 'go ahead, sweetie pie.'

'Oh, boy!' said Connor excitedly.

I giggled. Connor pulled me in closer to him. He latched onto my right breast, sucking hard. I moaned softly. Murphy gagged.

'Oh, Murphy!' said Emily, 'don't be fussy!'

Murphy snorted. Emily walked up to him, offering her hands.

'Come on, baby,' she cooed, 'let's go somewhere more private.'

'Yay!' said Murphy.

Emily giggled. She helped Murphy to his feet, leading him into their bedroom. I watched my sister leave, knowing what was coming.

Connor wrapped his arms around me tightly. He clutched my body, running his nails down my back. I moaned loudly.

'Someone's hungry,' I teased as Connor continued to suck on my breast.

Connor didn't answer. He pulled me in closer to his face, sucking harder. I couldn't fight the pleasure anymore. I straddled his lap, grinding on him and moaning.

Michael looked at Jane with growing lust. The Spell Of Sin City was overpowering him, and Jane was in her slutty Hot Topic lingerie, and that didn't help him at all.

Connor stopped sucking my breast. He pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply as he un-buttoned the remainder of my blouse.

'You've been a naughty little boy, Connor Adam,' I teased.

'It doesn't help tha' I'm engaged to an extremely sexy girl,' teased Connor.

I laughed. I took Connor's shirt off, tossing it to the side. I looked at him, my eyes dancing deviously.

'Naughty boys need to be punished,' I said.

'Punish me, baby,' purred Connor, 'punish me.'

'Who's been a naughty boy?' I teased.

'I have,' purred Connor, 'I've been a naughty boy.'

I giggled. I un-buckled Connor's belt and un-buttoned his jeans. I reached in his pants, stroking his cock gently. Connor purred.

'You need a spanking, young man,' I teased, 'a good, hard spanking.'

Connor didn't say anything. He decided to up the cute card. He latched himself onto my breast again, squeezing the other one. Really, Connor?

'Rules are rules, honey,' I said, fighting back a moan of pleasure, 'you're not getting away with this.'

Connor looked up at me. He pulled his puppy-dog eyes, still sucking. I groaned.

'Connor…' I said, 'don't give me that look…'

Connor whimpered, looking at me all innocent-like. I hated it when he pulled out the cute card.

'Not working,' I said, 'you're gonna get spanked.

Connor whined. I caved.

'Fine,' I groaned, 'I won't spank you.'

Connor grinned. He un-buttoned my jeans, pulling them off. I decided to wear my black lace thong since he ripped my red one, and I knew that this one was gonna be destroyed if I teased him enough.

'You are a naughty boy,' I teased as I stroked Connor's cock, 'a very naughty boy.'

'A naughty boy fer a naughty girl,' teased Connor.

'But I've been a good girl,' I said, batting my lashes innocently.

'Good girls don' get drunk, dance on bars, an' fling their bras at their fiance,' teased Connor.

'You were the one hollering at me to do it,' I said, 'so don't blame me.'

'I was drunk,' teased Connor, 'an' I hate yer bras.'

I laughed.

Meanwhile

'God damn it, yer hot…'

'How did you know that I like my ears nibbled?'

'Lucky guess.'

Emily giggled. Her and Murphy's clothes were strewn around the room. Murphy held Emily close, nibbling her ear. Emily giggled.

'How did I get lucky to fuck my hot French teacher?' purred Murphy.

'Because you're nibbling her ear and making her wet,' said Emily, 'that's how.'

'Wet, ye say?' said Murphy, 'how can I make ye wetter? Like this?'

Murphy nibbled Emily's ear harder. He ran his hands along her body, teasing her. Emily moaned.

'Oh, Murphy!' she purred, 'ooh, baby!'

'Am I turnin' ye on, Ms. Ouellet?' purred Murphy.

'I am beyond turned on,' whispered Emily, biting her lip, 'fuck…'

'I don't think yer turned on by my standards, Ms. Ouellet,' Murphy whispered seductively, teasing Emily's clit, 'I got some more teasin' ta do.'

Emily giggled.

'Someone's feisty,' she teased.

'I thought ye liked 'em feisty,' said Murphy.

Emily moaned as Murphy nibbled her ear harder. Her knees began to wobble violently. She struggled to stay balanced, clinging onto Murphy for dear life.

'You're definitely the feistiest one of the bunch,' she purred, 'you know how to make a woman feel good.'

Murphy laughed. He playfully shoved Emily against the wall, pinning her wrists with his hands. He grinned deviously at her.

'Ye ain't seen nothin' yet,' he purred, 'I'm just getting started.'

Emily laughed. Murphy gently brushed his lips across her cheek, then under her jaw, then down her neck. Emily moaned softly at his kisses, so warm and soft against her skin.

'I've noticed you've been lookin' at me durin' class, Ms. Ouellet,' said Murphy as he brushed his lips across her chest, 'care ta explain?'

'Me?' said Emily innocently, 'you've been looking at me during class. Don't get your stories twisted, Mister.'

Murphy smirked. Emily still had her white lace thong on. She knew that in a matter of seconds that it would either be stripped off her or torn to shreds.

'I was hopin' ye could help me wit' a question,' said Murphy.

Emily giggled.

'What's your question, sweetie?' she asked.

Murphy laughed.

'I lied,' he said, 'I jus' wanted ta do this.'

Before Emily could even breathe, Murphy yanked her thong off. He threw it off to the side, kneeling down and devouring her clit. Emily threw her head back, moaning loudly.

'Ooh, Murphy…' she purred, 'ohh, fuck…ohh, Murphy…'

Murphy reached up, gently spreading Emily's pussy lips. He sucked her clit, shaking his head to increase the pleasure. Emily moaned, running her fingers through Murphy's hair.

'Oh, God…' she whispered, grinding against Murphy's tongue, 'Murphy…'

Murphy growled playfully. He pressed his face in closer to Emily's clit, licking harder. Emily shrieked with pleasure as her body slowly began to tense up with each stroke of Murphy's mighty tongue.

Emily's legs began to quake as her orgasm began to build, stroke by stroke, suck by suck. Murphy transitioned between licking and sucking, slowly sending her closer and closer to the edge.

'Oh, Murphy…' purred Emily, 'oh, God, baby…'

Murphy gently slid his finger inside Emily's pussy. Slowly, he moved his finger in a beckoning motion, gently brushing her G-Spot. That did it. Emily threw her head back and let out the mother of all screams, cumming inside Murphy's open mouth. Hard. Her body quaked, her knees buckled. Finally, after a few moments, the orgasm died down. Emily sighed, her chest rising and falling as she panted.

'Stop…' she wheezed, 'stop…'

Murphy stopped. He kissed Emily's clit, licking the cum off his lips and chin. He stood up and looked at her, his eyes dancing deviously.

'Are ye ready fer tha next semester?' he teased.

Emily giggled.

'Yes, sir.'

The Living Room

'Oh, Connor…oh, baby…'

'Ye like tha', don't ye, ye naughty bitch?'

'Oh, you know I do, baby.'

Connor chuckled. He had carried me over to the couch. He put a towel under me so I wouldn't get blood on it. He was tickling my pussy, teasing my clit. He gently brushed his lips along my chest, tickling me more.

'Connor…' I giggled, 'that tickles…'

Connor gently slid his finger inside me. He stopped. Smirking, he ran his hands along my body teasingly, his soft hands sending fire through my veins. I purred gently.

'You are on fire tonight,' I whispered, 'what did I do?'

'Ye were bein' a fuckin' tease is what,' said Connor.

I giggled. Connor growled, sucking on my breast ferociously. I cried out.

'Ouch!' I cried, 'watch your teeth!'

'Sorry, love,' said Connor, kissing my breast.

'You're forgiven,' I said, rubbing my nipple, 'but ouch.'

Connor kissed my breast again. Gently, he began to rub my clit, distracting me from the pain. A low moan erupted at the back of my throat.

'How does tha' feel?' asked Connor, 'better?'

'Much better,' I purred, 'God, you've got a magic touch…'

Connor began to rub my clit harder. I moaned loudly, not caring that everyone else was asleep.

'Who's yer favourite student, Ms. Ouellet?' said Connor, 'tell me.'

'You are,' I whispered.

'I can't hear ye,' said Connor, rubbing harder.

I moaned again. I bit my lip, fighting back the shriek that threatened to escape from my lips.

'You are, baby,' I hissed through clenched teeth, 'you are.'

'Louder,' commanded Connor, rubbing even harder now, 'louder.'

'I said you are,' I purred, 'you are.'

Connor smirked.

'Next period is…'

Before I could even get a word in, Connor began devouring my clit. I gasped, clutching at the couch.

'Oh, God…' I moaned, 'fuck…fuck…ohh, fuck…'

Connor wrapped his arms around my legs. He pulled himself in closer to me, licking me faster, harder. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning and purring like a content cat.

'No wonder you have an A in my class…' I whispered, 'ooh, baby…'

'I'm starvin' fer tha' A plus,' purred Connor.

I giggled. Connor put his face in my pussy again, shaking his head as he licked me, increasing the pleasure.

'Mmm…' I purred, 'someone's been paying attention…'

Connor chuckled. He pulled his face in as close as it would go, growling as he continued to lick me, sucking up all my juices. I began to tense up, my heart beating erratically.

'Oh, God…' I moaned, 'oh, fuck…'

Connor licked me faster, growling hungrily. My body tensed up more and more as I felt my climax building deep inside me, ready to explode at any moment. I arched my back, screaming as I came inside Connor's mouth.

'OOH, FUCK!' I cried, 'CONNOR! CONNOR! OH, FUCK, CONNOR!'

I continued to scream until my orgasm died down. I slumped back against the couch, wheezing.

'Stop…' I whispered, panting hard, 'I'm done…'

Connor laughed. He kissed my clit, licking his lips. He looked at me, grinning deviously.

'I'm not done wit' ye, sweet cheeks,' he said, 'I'm just getting started.'

I giggled. I opened my mouth to respond, but I was rudely interrupted.

'CONNOR!' said a voice, 'WILL YE PLEASE SHUT 'ER UP?!'

'SHUT YER WHORE UP FIRST, YE UNHEALTHY TESTICLE!' roared Connor.

'WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM, ASSHOLE?!' shouted Emily.

'Shh…' soothed Murphy, stroking Emily's cheek, 'don' pay attention ta him, love.'

'YER SEX DRIVE SUCKS ASS!' hollered Connor.

'AT LEAST MY GIRLFRIEND SUBMITS!' retorted Murphy.

Emily sighed. Murphy was still standing up, but she was lying on the bed on her stomach. Time to pull out the sexy card.

'You gonna leave your angel waiting?' she said, 'come here. Fuck me.'

Murphy chuckled.

'Lie on yer back,' he said, 'come on.'

Emily giggled. She crawled over to the top of the bed, lying on her back. She spread her legs seductively, a smug smirk playing across her lips.

'What are you gonna do to me?' she purred.

Murphy chuckled. He pulled out the pink silk ties with the Triforce on them out of his suitcase. He looked at Emily, his eyes dancing mischievously.

'Get on yer back an' you'll see,' he said.

Emily obeyed. She lay down on her back, placing her wrists on the bedposts. Murphy climbed on top of her, tying her wrists together tightly.

'Yer about ta be punished,' he said, giving the knots their final tug, 'severely.'

'Why?' asked Emily, pretending to be confused, 'what did I do?'

'Don' play dumb wit' me,' said Murphy sternly, 'ye know what you've done.'

'If you fuck me, I will have you suspended,' said Emily.

'That's a risk I'm willin' ta take,' purred Murphy, kissing Emily passionately.

'What if the principal finds out?' asked Emily, 'we'll be done for.'

'Fuck him!' growled Murphy between kisses, 'I want ye an' I want ye now!'

Emily giggled. She tried to stroke Murphy's cock with her foot, but he was too far up for her to reach. Murphy grinded his cock on Emily's pussy, moaning at how wet she was.

'I've been aching for your cock for a long time, Murphy,' said Emily, 'a very long time.'

Murphy chuckled.

'Is tha' why ye would stick yer ass in my face durin' class?' he teased.

Emily moaned loudly. She thrusted her hips upwards, screaming with pleasure.

'YES!' she moaned, 'OH, FUCK, YES!'

Murphy purred.

'Got dammit, woman…' he moaned.

'FUCK ME!' purred Emily, thrusting harder, 'FUCK ME LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!'

'WILL UE FUCK 'ER ALREADY?!' said a voice, 'SHE'S BEGINNIN' TA GET ON ME DAMN NERVES!'

'SHUT UP, ROPE BABY!' retorted Murphy.

'FUCK 'ER NOW, ASSHOLE!' roared Connor, 'I DON' WANNA HEAR 'ER SHRIEKIN' LIKE A FUCKIN' BANSHEE ANYMORE!'

I clapped my hand over Connor's mouth. I got an idea.

'Shh…' I soothed, 'I got an idea.'

Connor frowned. I grinned, taking my hands off his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my eyes dancing deviously.

'Why don't you take all your anger out on my ass?' I suggested, 'you know I like angry sex.'

Connor smirked. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube from his peacoat pocket. He squeezed some out, putting some on my ass. Slowly, he penetrated me, his cock sliding in with ease. I moaned loudly as he began to buck his hips. He was slow at first, then he really went at it. I screamed.

'OHH, YES!' I cried, 'THAT'S MY SAINT!'

'SCREAM MY NAME, SLUT!' commanded Connor, 'SCREAM IT!'

I laughed. Now to put on my stubborn front.

'You can't make me,' I teased.

'TO HELL I FUCKIN' CAN'T!' roared Connor, fucking me harder, 'SCREAM MY FUCKIN' NAME!'

'No,' I said smoothly.

'SCREAM IT, YE WHORE!' hollered Connor, 'NOW!'

'Never,' I said.

Connor seethed with rage. I'm literally the most stubborn girl in the world, and I know how to get people going.

'SCREAM MY NAME, YE DIRTY SKANK!' hissed Connor, slapping me across the face, 'SCREAM IT!'

'Nope,' I said, 'not gonna happen.'

'YE BITCH!' hissed Connor, 'CAVE! SCREAM MY GOD DAMN NAME!'

'Ooh!' I teased, 'name calling! That's a no-no in my class, young man.'

'I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!' roared Connor, shoving his cock in as deep as it would go, 'SCREAM MY NAME!'

'It's never gonna happen, Connor,' I said, waggling my brows, 'you've always failed at making me submit.'

Connor roared.

'WILL YE GIVE IT UP?!' roared Murphy, 'SHE AIN'T GONNA CAVE!'

'SHUT UP BEFORE I COME IN THERE AN' OPEN A CAN O' WHOOP-ASS ON YE!' hollered Connor.

'IF YE WANNA SEE EMILY'S NAKED TITS, THEN FUCKIN' GO FER IT!' retorted Murphy, 'YE FUCKIN' PANSY!'

'FUCK OFF, MURPHY!' roared Connor.

'FUCK ON AN' YE GET BETTER RESULTS!' snapped Murphy.

'GO DRINK ACID, YE PISS-ANT!' snarled Connor.

Well, Connor was so angry at Murphy, his aggressiveness reached a whole new level. What happened next came as a shock to the both of us.

'CONNOR!' I cried, 'CONNOR!'

Connor looked at me, his face a mix of shock and amazement. I caved. I had finally caved. He laughed.

'YES!' he cried, 'YES! YES! THAT'S MY GIRL!'

'EMILY CAN SCREAM LOUDER THAN 'ER!' said Murphy.

'CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, ASSHOLE!' shouted Connor.

Emily wrapped her legs tightly around Murphy's hips, pulling herself closer to him. Murphy gently grabbed her by the jaw, fucking her hard.

'Scream my name, baby girl,' he coaxed, 'scream it like a good little girl.'

'No,' moaned Emily, 'I won't.'

Murphy laughed. He knows how to break Emily's toughness. He pinned her fiercely against the bed, shoving his cock in her pussy as far as it would go. He thrusted hard and fast, drilling her into the mattress. Emily whined.

'Come on, Emykins,' coaxed Murphy, 'be a good girl fer yer baby. Come on, now.'

Emily didn't say a word. She arched her back, biting her lip to mute the scream that had grown in the back of her throat. Murphy laughed.

'Come on, baby girl,' he said, 'come on.'

Emily tried her hardest to fight against the pleasure that had overwhelmed her body, but she caved. She opened her mouth, screaming louder than she has ever screamed before.

'MURPHY!' she cried, 'OH, FUCK, MURPHY!'

Murphy threw his head back, cackling madly. Victory!

'Good girl, Emily!' he guffawed, 'good girl!'

'OH, MURPHY!' moaned Emily, 'OH, MURPHY!'

Murphy guffawed. He turned his head, hollering at Connor.

'I TOLD YE!' he said, 'I FUCKIN' TOLD YE!'

Connor glared. Emily continued to scream as Murphy drilled her into the mattress, slamming his cock deep inside her pussy.

'DON'T STOP!' she cried, 'DON'T STOP!'

'HEY, CONNOR!' called Murphy, 'LET'S SEE YER BITCH DO BETTER!'

'FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!' retorted Connor.

I smirked. I looked at Connor, wrapping my legs around his hips tighter, pulling him closer to me.

'Come on, baby,' I said, 'let's give your brother a run for his money.'

Connor grinned. He raised his hand and slapped my pussy. Hard. I screamed loudly.

'OHH, CONNOR!' I cried, 'OH, BABY!'

'Louder, baby!' commanded Connor, 'louder!'

Connor shoved his cock in deeper. I screamed again, louder this time.

'CONNOR!' I moaned, 'OH, YES, CONNOR!'

Connor reached under me. He spread my ass, fucking me harder. I tried to fight back the mighty shriek that was building at the back of my throat, but I couldn't. I caved.

'OH, GOD, CONNOR!' I screamed, 'OH, BABY! YES!'

'WHO'S YER MASTER?!' roared Connor, spanking me hard, 'WHO?!'

'You are!' I moaned, 'you are!'

'I can't hear ye, Princess,' said Connor, 'ye gotta speak up.'

I shook my head. I bit my lip, whimpering slightly.

'You're my master,' I said, louder this time, 'you're my master.'

Connor laughed. He had finally broke me. I was submitting to him. He fucked me harder, causing me to scream louder than I have ever screamed before.

'YER MASTER HAS A NAME, REBECCA!' he roared, spreading my ass more, going in deeper, 'WHAT'S HIS NAME?! SCREAM IT!'

'CONNOR!' I shrieked, 'CONNOR!'

Connor laughed. He spanked me, his strikes echoing off the walls. I let out a strangled cry of pleasure with each strike of his hands, each stroke of his cock. Murphy growled.

'Fuck…' he hissed through clenched teeth, 'we're losin'…'

Connor growled. He wrapped his arms around me, shoving me against his body. He fucked my ass with all his might, grunting and moaning.

'Oh, fuck!' he moaned, 'oh, fuck, Rebecca! Rebecca!'

I grabbed Connor's head. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him fiercely. My legs quaked with each thrust, his hips slapping against my skin.

Connor moaned. He parted my lips with his tongue, gently sliding it in my mouth. I could feel the purr that erupted at the back of his throat. I reached around, squeezing his ass.

'God, you have a nice ass…' I purred, 'fuck…'

'So do you, Princess,' purred Connor.

'You're a bad boy, Connor MacManus,' I teased, 'you know I love bad boys.'

'Yer as bad as a blood-suckin' vampire queen,' teased Connor.

I laughed.

Meanwhile

'Oh, fuck…oh, God…oh, Emily…oh, fuck, Emily…'

'Oh, Murphy! Oh, Murphy! Murphy!'

'Oh. Fuck. Emily! Oh. Fuck. Emily! EMILY!'

Emily moaned loudly as Murphy drilled her into the mattress. She slipped her wrists from her ties, wrapping her arms tightly around Murphy, holding him closer to her. She growled, digging her nails into his shoulders and back. Murphy growled.

'Ye fuckin' slut,' he hissed, 'how tha fuck did ye manage ta slip out o' yer ties?'

'That can wait until after,' said Emily, biting Murphy's ear, 'fuck me. Fuck my God damn brains out.'

Murphy growled. He pulled Emily in as close as he could, thrusting as hard as he could.

'Oh, God…' he moaned, 'oh, Jesus…oh, fuck…'

Emily clung to Murphy for dear life. She clawed at his back, biting her lip to hold back a scream. Murphy's body began to tense up, his climax building with each thrust. He hissed, moaning loudly.

'Fuck…' he growled, 'Emily…Emily…EMILY!'

Finally, with a mighty roar, Murphy came. Emily sighed, wheezing as Murphy pulled out, collapsing on top of her, panting and sweating.

'Holy. Shit…' he breathed, 'wow…'

'What, stud-muffin?' giggled Emily, 'what did I do?'

Murphy sat up. He grabbed the silk ties, holding them up in front of Emily.

'Care ta explain, young lady?' he said sternly.

Emily giggled. She pulled her innocent look to try and throw Murphy off. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't working.

'Don' play innocent wit' me, ye brat,' scolded Murphy, 'go on. Tell me.'

Emily batted her lashes at Murphy. Murphy growled.

'Emily Lisa Marie Ouellet,' he scolded.

'Why are you so angry?' giggled Emily, 'Jesus, Murphy.'

'Because yer bein' stubborn,' said Murphy, 'that's why.'

'What did I do?' asked Emily, pretending to be clueless.

Murphy held up the ties again. He glared at Emily.

'Are ye an escape artist or something?' he asked, 'you've never escaped from these since I bought 'em fer ye. Not once.'

'I forgot to mention to you that I'm a female Harry Houdini,' said Emily.

'Hardy-har-har,' said Murphy sarcastically, 'don' be a smart-ass.'

'I'm not being a smart-ass,' said Emily, poking Murphy's nose, 'I can escape from anything. Just ask my sister.'

'Oh, really?' said Murphy, raising a brow, 'anything?'

I opened my mouth to respond, but I was interrupted by Connor.

'SHE COULDN'T ESCAPE FROM ESCAPE!' he laughed, 'HA!'

'SHUT UP!' roared Murphy.

'AT LEAST REBECCA CAN SCREAM LOUDER!' guffawed Connor.

'AT LEAST EMILY SUBMITS!' retorted Murphy.

Connor growled. He hadn't finished yet, so I had a good comeback.

'Fuck him,' I said, 'at least you've lasted longer.'

Murphy heard me. He cocked his head to the side, looking very angry.

'WHAT DID YE SAY?!' he said angrily.

'Aww…' I said, 'what's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?'

Murphy growled. I had gotten him right where I wanted him.

'WHAT DID YE SAY, BLONDIE?!' he repeated, 'HUH?!'

'Come out and I'll tell you,' I teased.

Murphy growled angrily. He grabbed his boxers, putting them on and storming out to the living room, not caring about what was going on.

'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye, Rebecca!' he hissed, pointing his finger at me, 'what in the blue-flyin' fish fuck did ye say ta me?!'

'Oh, look!' I teased, looking up at Murphy, 'you actually showed up! This is kind of a bad time. Your brother isn't quite done with me.'

'Don' change tha damn subject,' growled Murphy, 'ye better tell me before I send yer sister after ye.'

'I was just saying to Connor how Emily lost the screaming contest and how he managed to go longer than you,' I teased, 'you lose.'

Murphy grinded his teeth angrily. His face slowly transitioned from red to blue to purple to red again.

'I never lose,' he hissed through his teeth, 'ever.'

I laughed. Connor fucked me harder, turning my attention away from Murphy.

'OH, CONNOR!' I screamed, 'OH, CONNOR, BABY! YES!'

'NO!' cried Murphy, 'NO!'

'YES!' I cried, 'YES! YES! YES! YES!'

'NO!' cried Murphy, 'NO! NO! NO! NO!'

'OH, CONNOR!' I moaned, not paying attention to Murphy, 'OH, YES, CONNOR!'

Connor moaned loudly. His body slowly began to tense up with each stroke of his mighty cock. He bit his lip, fighting back a scream.

'Oh, Rebecca…' he moaned, 'oh, God, Rebecca…'

'That's it, Con-Con,' I coaxed, 'cum for Mommy.'

'STOP!' roared Murphy, 'STOP!'

Neither of us paid attention. Connor's body tensed up more and more. He thrusted harder, moaning loudly. Then, finally, with one final thrust and one final cry, he came. Hard. I panted, smiling at Connor.

'Good boy,' I said, stroking his hair, 'good boy.'

Connor panted. He pulled out, his chest rising and falling hard as he panted. Murphy groaned.

'Oh, Connor…' he said, 'can ye not put yer damn clothes on?'

Connor smirked. He got up, advancing towards Murphy.

'Oh, come on, Murphy,' he teased, 'yer used ta seein' me naked.'

'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye, Connor!' growled Murphy, 'don't ye even think about it!'

'First ye make a fuss over Em puttin' eyeliner on ye, an' now yer whining about seein' yer own brother naked?' said Connor, 'yer more o' a baby than I am.'

I grabbed my lingerie, putting it back on. Murphy was beginning to get angry, and that right there spelled disaster.

'I'm gonna kick yer ass if ye don' knock it off,' scolded Murphy, 'I'm not screwin' around here.'

Connor laughed.

'Come on, Murphy,' he teased, 'hit me.'

Murphy growled. He pounced on Connor, knocking him to the ground. Emily heard the thud, and she knew what had happened.

'Shit!'

'ROPE BITCH!'

'ASSHOLE!'

'PRICK!'

Emily came running out of her room at full force. She looked between Connor and Murphy, her eyes wide.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!' she roared.

'DICK-WEED!' roared Connor.

'FUCK-NUGGET!' growled Murphy.

Emily came running over to me. She looked at me.

'Rebecca…' she said, 'what happened?'

'Murphy came out to yell at me and Connor decided to taunt him,' I said, 'then Murphy got angry and pounced.'

Connor locked Murphy in a headlock. Murphy roared angrily, struggling to fight back.

'TAP, MOTHERFUCKER!' hissed Connor, 'TAP!'

'NEVER!' roared Murphy, 'NEVER!'

'MURPHY NOAH MACMANUS!' roared Emily.

Murphy looked up at Emily. He stopped struggling.

'Oh,' he said, 'hey, Emykins.'

Emily folded her arms. She looked at Murphy, raising her brows. Then she looked at Connor.

'Connor,' she said, 'let your brother go.'

Connor growled.

'Yer lucky yer girl is here,' he said, letting Murphy go.

Murphy walked over to Emily. Emily opened her arms, hugging him tight.

'Aww…' she soothed, rubbing his back, 'did your big, mean brother hurt you?'

'Yes,' said Murphy, rubbing his neck.

'Aww…' said Emily, kissing Murphy's neck, 'my poor baby.'

Murphy sighed.

'Come here,' he said, scooping her up in his arms, 'let's go ta bed. All tha' sex wore me out.'

Emily sighed. She swatted Connor upside the head as Murphy walked by him. Connor glared at her, rubbing his head. Emily stuck her tongue out at him. Murphy walked into their bedroom, closing the door with his foot. Connor growled.

'Bitch,' he muttered.

I put my panties back on and walked up to Connor. I was not happy.

'You idiot!' I hissed, smacking him upside the head.'

'Ow!' cried Connor, rubbing his head, 'what was that for?!'

'You need to quit picking on your brother,' I scolded.

'He started it!' said Connor.

'I don't care who started it,' I said, 'you two need to learn how to get along.'

'Don' ye an' Emily have yer fights?' asked Connor.

I laughed.

'Yes,' I said, 'she and I brawl like you and Murphy.'

'You can't be serious,' said Connor, 'ye an' Emily?'

I nodded.

'Yup,' I said, 'I got the scars to prove it.'

Connor's eyes danced with curiosity as I showed him my arms and shoulders. He gasped.

'Holy fuck!' he said, 'how tha fuck did ye manage all this?!'

'Uhh…' I said, looking at all my scars, 'let's see…glass table, champagne bottle, Emily's nails, Emily's teeth…pretty sure that one was a wine bottle…'

Connor shook his head.

'Jesus…' he whispered, 'ye two are as bad as Murph an' I.'

'That's not all,' I said, 'we'd put each other into submission holds. Her favourite is the Sharpshooter. Mine is The Walls Of Jericho.'

Connor blinked.

'Wow,' he said, 'ye really are a fighter.'

I laughed.

'Yup,' I said, 'I am.'

Connor smiled. He scooped me up in his arms, his eyes twinkling.

'As long as ye don' beat me up, we're good,' he said, 'I don' need ta be put in no submission holds.'

I giggled.

'I'll play-fight,' I said, 'I love to play-fight.'

'Fair enough,' said Connor, 'I'll try not ta hurt ye too much.'

'Shut up,' I said.

Connor chuckled.

'Come on,' he said, 'let's get ye ta bed.'

I smiled. I wrapped my arms around Connor's neck, yawning.

'Okay,' I said.

Connor held me as tight as he could. He carried me into our bedroom. I was so tired I had fallen asleep in his arms before he opened the door. He looked down at me, smiling.

'Aww…' he whispered, 'poor thing.'

I whimpered quietly as Connor opened the door. He closed it gently with his foot, carefully carrying me over to the bed. Ever-so-softly, he put me over his shoulder, pulling back the covers. Slowly, he lowered me against the pillows. Gently, he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, whispering in Gaelic.

'Aisling Sweet, Cailín Leanbh,' he said softly, 'Is breá liom tú.'