levyruth18, thank you again a thousand times for your kind words.
I don't have the time, I'm exhausted, but I still had to write this one. I've had it on my mind for quite some time and it needed to come out so I could start thinking about the rest... Hope you like it too!
Day 41.
Connor got back to his apartment in the middle of a rainy Saturday, his mind still taken up by the grimness of work, now that his direct superior, Rebecca, had decided that she would not speak to him, and instead watch his every move, probably in order to find a good reason to sack him. It was tiresome and downright insulting. And he would have quit in a heartbeat if he hadn't needed the money for their mother back home.
So, his mood was down the already overflowing drain when he opened the door. However, it immediately resurfaced, coming up for air, with the hilarious sight he fell upon.
"Will you stop wriggling, Murphy! I can't get it right!"
"Not my fault, Kaiah…"
Murphy was sitting on his heels, at the head of his mattress, leaning against the wall, with his hands tied up behind his back with a thick rope, a cloth bound around his eyes, naked, except for some sort of white linen loosely wrapped around his hips, covering his crotch.
Only the thin material did a poor job at hiding the bulging tent there that pulled very suggestively at the drape.
The thing was, Kaiah was nowhere near him. She was sitting at the table a few feet away, hunched over some huge sheet of drawing paper.
"Dead puppies, Murphy! Come on! I'm gonna be late and I can't finish with you like that! The creases are all wrong…" she whined.
"Trust me, lass, I can't finish either…" Murphy grumbled back.
Connor burst out laughing, revealing his entrance to them. He couldn't blame Murphy for his predicament. Hell, he would probably be just the same in his place, automatic physical reaction and all that. But that didn't mean he wouldn't take the piss at the lad. That was only justice.
"Don't tell me ye've let Kaiah tie ye up, brother! Didn't ye learn nothing from what happened to me?"
"Not the same, fuckwit. I'm helping the lass for an art project. Totally different."
"You're not helping at all at the moment! And I don't have the time!"
"What's the rush, luv?" Connor asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch, where he could get a perfect view of both his brother and Kaiah's illustration.
"Didn't I tell ye? My drawing teacher said I should come to the more advanced class in the afternoon instead of the beginners' in the morning. But, to catch up, I have to show him a rough drawing in the Renaissance style that they're working on right now. I chose a painting of that guy who was pierced by arrows-"
"The Martyr Saint Sebastian?" Connor recognized on the paper. He glanced back at his brother and laughed again. While she remained impressed by his extensive knowledge of art history, for a second, before shaking her head to focus:
"Right. Christians. Anyway, it's super hard, and I've been working on it all week, but I'm not used to reproducing paintings, I'm used to sketching people outside or from memory. It kept coming out all wrong, and Murphy agreed to help but now I've got a martyr with a huge boner and that ain't right-"
"Jesus! Breathe, lass!"
"But I've got to leave for the class in a few minutes and I'm not nearly done! I'm gonna be sent back to the beginners' class or expelled! There is no point! I should just give up!"
"Easy! Easy! Christ!"
"C'mere, Kaiah," Murphy interjected, "it can't be that bad! That's just a few wrong wrinkles, no one's dead! Well, except for the poor Saint Sebastian, but that's not on ye…"
She shot him a murderous glare that he couldn't see with his eyes covered. "Are you getting a kick on bad jokes, Murphy? Cause it's not even softening a little bit!"
"Not my fucking fault! I'm tied up here, nothing I can fucking do about it!"
"Well, lassie," Connor intervened with a sly smile, "ye must know there is one sure way of getting rid of it though…"
"Cutting it off?" She sounded serious enough to make both boys shift awkwardly with a wince.
"Hem, no, I meant jerking it off, Kaiah."
"I don't have time for that!" she shrieked, and Connor almost took pity on her.
He glanced back at Murphy's shape, not able to stop himself from licking his lips at the sight. Murphy's pale skin, broad shoulders and lean muscles, the thin traits of his smirking face, the submissive position in was in right now, all tied-up, and of course, his raging hard-on, were a sight that left Connor with only one single thought.
"I don't think ye have much choice…"
She sighed like they were the most annoying pair of idiots she'd ever been plagued with. "Alright…"
And Murphy perked up like a child on Christmas morning. Well, a very devious child.
However, the way she violently slammed her pencils and other charcoal thingies down on the table before reluctantly standing up didn't bode well for Murphy's most tender parts. Connor almost believed she might make good on her more violent suggestion. And, indeed, she didn't bother with any form of foreplay or even gentleness. Connor was learning that a stressed out Kaiah wasn't someone you wanted to take lightly.
So, although watching her small hand pull down the cloth with a purpose and wrap its dainty fingers around his brother's engorged member was a sight to behold, Connor cringed at her slight brutality.
She tried to be the most efficient possible. That meant being straightforward, fast, and to the point. Sex was the furthest thing from her mind right now, and the fact that Murphy could visibly not stop thinking about it long enough for her to get her assignment done was beyond her comprehension. So, she hastily rubbed his length up and down, trying to get to the end and not understanding why her own body was starting to feel a bit warmer. Not the time!
Only when she pulled a bit too harshly down with impatience, and Murphy whimpered in pain, did she fathom she might have been going at it wrong. But, just as she slowed down, she widened her eyes in disbelief: another -larger- hand had wrapped around hers, forcing it to a stop.
She heard the sharp gasp from Murphy as he felt it too. And time completely froze for a second. As if the fabric of the universe itself was holding its breath.
And Connor cleared his throat: "C'mere, lass, ye'll only hurt him like this. If ye really want it done fast, here's what ye need to do."
She looked up to him but didn't manage to find his eyes. He wasn't as confident about this as his tone would have suggested. So, she remained still and only murmured: "Okay…"
He shifted awkwardly to get into a better position, kneeling beside her, his torso pressed to her flank, his other arm around her hips as if to hold on to her for support. They were both on the mattress in front of Murphy, who was keeping his lips sealed as if he feared any sound from him could ruin the moment.
So, Connor gradually dragged her hand down his brother's shaft, applying just enough pressure and uncovering its swollen head as they reached the base, without pulling too hard. She gave him complete control, her eyes unblinking, staring down on those long and strong fingers, with the word 'Veritas' permanently inked there, like a promise. And Murphy's pulsing erection, vibrating with the thrill.
"There are two things ye need to know about Murph. First, he's a sensitive fucker so ye won't want to be brutal." She only nodded, not trusting her voice as he started to tug her hand back up. "Second, he likes a little twist at the end." Which he demonstrated, initiating a small curve in their motion, just before reaching the top. She could only guess that years of watching him do that to himself could only have made Connor an expert in the matter.
Murphy whimpered, proving his brother's point, or, more surely, unable to resist the feeling of these fingers wrapped over Kaiah's, just bigger enough than hers to graze his over-sensitized flesh. She wished she could reach and pull off his blindfold. It seemed unfair that one of his most cherished fantasies was coming true without him being able to witness it. Except, the fact that Murphy was blindfolded was maybe the one thing that had convinced Connor to take action. She couldn't jeopardize the fragile configuration that had brought them to this wonderment.
Especially since Connor wasn't stopping even after his demonstration. He kept stroking his twin with her hand, setting a gradually ramping up pace that was making Murphy wheeze achingly.
When he spoke again, she realized his own breath was a little ragged: "Once ye know that, rhythm is everything…"
Murphy was steadily becoming a whimpering mess, his rising pleasure utterly uncontrollable.
"Also, ye should know that the tosser is always keeping a bottle of lube in his nightstand…"
She didn't dare ask if there was a tell that the friction was too much. Maybe it was that every single muscle on Murphy's face and body was taut and trembling. Yet, Connor didn't hint that he was going to grab it. So, after nodding her understanding at him, it is with great care that she slowly removed her own hand from under his.
And she stepped away. Not far. Just enough to reach the drawer and fetch out the bottle. But when she turned back to where the brothers were kneeled, she paused.
Connor had not.
He now had one hand laid on Murphy's shoulder for leverage, the other having picked up the speed, up and down this rock-like penis. It was fast and precise. Unstoppable. And Murphy's whole tied-up form was straining to lean into it. His hips thrusting in rhythm. His mouth agape and his veins throbbing. Connor's robust hand unforgiving.
So, he came before any of them could prepare for it. With a high-pitched moan that ended in a choke while Connor accompanied it, mechanically changing his motion to a slower, broader pace that milked him dry like he would have done for himself. Without thinking. Because, when he did, he growled:
"Christ, Murphy! Ye could have warned me. Fuck! Ye got cum all over my shirt…" But his voice was huskier than usual, and it only took a glimpse from Kaiah to spy the bloated bulge in his own pants.
She was mesmerized by what had just happened. Like the rest of the world didn't matter. That was a frigging miracle that had taken place before her eyes, and she recognized it for what it was.
Murphy was spent. If he still kept his mouth shut, it was because he couldn't have spoken up if he'd tried. He hung there, and the only thing keeping him from crumpling down was the fact that he was still bound up the wall. She figured he needed a moment to revel in the sensations.
Connor was trying to wipe his top with Murphy's sullied sheets, perhaps to distract himself from what had just transpired, and Kaiah laughed: "Just take it off, stud."
He replied by making a face at her and she laughed again, mirthful. Also, rendered bold enough to just come back to his side and tugging the filthy t-shirt over his head. Once again, she wished Murphy was able to see this. Connor's shirtless abs, flexing as he stood up, right there, now unwittingly aligning his burgeoning hard-on with his brother's face.
Or maybe it wasn't as unintentional as she had first thought. Because his 'Veritas' hand did press on it through the fabric. Probably still taking full advantage of the blindfold, and probably feigning Kaiah was too clueless to see it.
He cleared his throat once again, putting up a nonchalant front: "See, now ye'll know how to give a proper handjob." As if he could pretend there hadn't been more to it than an innocuous lesson.
"Sure," she tried to repress her chuckle, "and apparently, I could practice right away." She figured Connor had initiated this, but he might now need a little nudge to stir it to its rightful end.
It took him a second to realize she was hinting at his crotch with her chin. And Murphy's head rose again with interest, still blinded to the world: "Well, I'll need a second, lass…"
"Thankfully, I've got another guinea-pig." And she went straight to unclasping the buckle of Connor's belt.
He opened his mouth as if he was going to protest. Except she stroked his arousal through his underwear, and he found nothing to object.
While she yanked his boxers down, his pants just opened enough to reveal he was ready for action, she also pulled him closer. That way, she didn't even inch away from Murphy's bound shape, and instead, brought Connor close enough that he could feel, hear, smell what was happening right in front of him. Breaking the barriers one step at a time.
Connor grunted, but that might also have been because Kaiah's hands were starting to caress both his balls and his hardening length at the same time.
He was standing before them, one foot on the mattress where they were both kneeling, one hand flat against the wall above his brother's head. So close that, when he looked down and both Kaiah and Murphy licked their lips, he lost all pretense of resistance.
Her hand rubbed him down, coming up with the small twist he'd just showed her, and he shuddered. As she did, with some expected unpracticed clumsiness, she brought him a little off course to the left. The tip of his penis had almost grazed over Murphy's cheek. And this one had instinctively turned his head. Blindly searching for contact. Holy Christ…
"Is that how you like it too? I know each guy is a little different…" she put an innocent quality in her tone, totally on purpose. So, he started to doubt the clumsiness and suspect some cunning instead. Except he couldn't bring himself to care or blame her. Hell, he realized, if he'd had less self-control, he might have thanked her.
It was embarrassing how much his own voice was betraying his eagerness: "No, ye're good… Just a little more- right, right there…" He wished he hadn't said that at the exact moment when her steady motions had brought the tip of his cock to poke at Murphy's lips. Just lightly. But, fuck, it was there. And this traitor just parted them. It was only a dry brush, not anything they couldn't pretend had not happened, but, Jesus, what a slippery slope that was.
The moan that escaped him sounded way too much like a whine. Like he wanted more. Probably what prompted Kaiah to ask:
"Like that? Or maybe you want me to use the lube like you suggested?"
"Hmhm…" No trusting words anymore.
"Although, I guess I could use-"
She didn't finish her sentence, interrupting herself to demonstrate instead. That is to say, her tongue swirled around his shaft, effectively coating it in the natural lubricant that was her saliva.
"Christ! Aye, that should do it," he gasped.
And her mouth deviated from him to lap up Murphy's as well. This one stuck out his tongue to battle with hers, brushing the side of his dick. And, yes, Connor could have just as easily moved out of the way, but he felt his muscles lock, as if his own body was refusing to let his bitch of a brain take control at this point. No way. This felt too fucking amazing.
She was still very efficiently stroking him, and he couldn't help thrusting forward a little. Of course, that meant he gave Murphy more access.
If he closed his eyes, Connor couldn't discern anymore where Kaiah stopped and where Murphy started. It was becoming a blur of wet, pressing, heavenly sensations that he wasn't sure he wanted to separate. With his eyes shut, he could still pretend this was all okay. That the line wasn't being crossed. Irreparably.
Except, holy fucking Christ, he did feel two tongues there. One around the slit at the tip of the head and above Kaiah's hand, one trailing down the base, teasing at the junction with his thighs, closing in on the transition to his balls. If he only opened his eyes, he would know which was whose… He shut them tighter.
Besides, the striking pleasure, overcoming his senses, was preventing him from thinking about it too hard. Who fucking cared? He couldn't stop it. To hell with all these barriers. There was nothing but ecstasy in the world right now.
There was nothing but the fire in every nerve ending along his raw shaft. The acute pulsing inside his lower abdomen, spreading in the small of his back, rushing up his spine, constricting his lungs and raising every single hair on the back of his neck. He felt like his heart was going to flatline, and he felt dizzy as the racing organ was driving more and more blood down south, leaving even his legs shaking.
The sloppy, messy combination of pression, damp heated licks, swollen sucking lips. It was soft. Teasing him to the edge without being strong enough to push him over. It was unrelenting. Intoxicating. And he couldn't wish it to ever stop. If it did, he would simply lose his fucking mind.
A resounding alarm made him open his eyes then.
"What the fuck is that?" he panted.
"Oh no! Shit," Kaiah stopped all of her wonderful ministrations to explain: "It's my watch, it means I need to leave for my class right now! I can't believe I didn't finish the drawing because of you two… I completely forgot."
She fumbled up and away while Connor started with a snarky snort at why she'd been distracted, that ended in a loud protesting groan at her leaving him hanging. That was not possible. He was too far gone. He needed to come no matter what now…
Kaiah leaped to hastily gather her supplies and tuck away the unfinished sketch in distress. What would her teacher think? Probably that she wasn't as invested as he'd thought. She couldn't bear to witness disappointment in the look of the first professional artist that had shown interest in her skills. Especially since what had prevented her from completing it was her own frigging lechery.
Before hurrying to the door, she turned a glare toward the two devils responsible for it, except what her eyes fell onto compelled her to stop short in her tracks.
Connor hadn't moved away. On the contrary, he had inched closer to Murphy now. His eyes were still closed tight, probably so that he could remain in enough denial until the end. But the thrusting motion of his hips couldn't lie. He had now started to fuck his brother's mouth without restraint.
And Murphy was taking it all in.
And Kaiah remained like suspended mid-air, transfixed.
She could do nothing but stare at Connor's whole length sinking between Murphy's glistening lips with force and pulling back all shiny and stiff. These two shirtless, lean, and tone young men, like chiseled in marble, facing each other, one standing before one kneeling, one pounding into the other's mouth, that had to be hypnotizing.
Connor seemed in a trance. Chasing his high faster and faster. It looked like he was not even breathing; his gaping lips letting no sound come out. He had one hand flat on the wall, the other fisted in Murphy's hair, his head falling back in rapture.
And Murphy was straining as far as the rope binding him would allow. His whole body outstretched toward his brother's groin. His eyes still bound, his hands still stuck, but his whole being focused on the stiff length violating his mouth over and over. He was alternatively hollowing his cheeks, then his hungry tongue swirled around the retreating cock, keeping it out as it rammed back in, reaching all the way to smear pubic hair, mixing saliva and pre-cum, ostensibly euphoric, again and again and again. And even though his own craving had been satisfied only minutes before, his bare dick couldn't help but twitch and stand back up to attention, way too stimulated by their steamy activities.
So, Connor suddenly tensed. His whole body bent forward, his teeth clenching, his muscles protruding. And he spasmed into Murphy's mouth. And this one kept Connor's cock in with a forceful suction, swallowing both the head and everything gushing out of it. Holding on to it as if he wasn't sure he'd ever get to taste it again.
When it was over, neither boy moved. Kaiah blinked a few times to try and get back on this earth. She felt her own nerves prickling all over her skin. Her nipples hard and sore against the fabric of her top, the dampness flooding in her panties. But she was getting later by the second now. And she wished it hadn't been something as important to her. She wished she could have stayed and appease the yearning she was now feeling herself. And yet, she also deemed it was a good thing to leave these two idiot twins to bask in their afterglow by themselves. They had earned this moment, after all this time not daring to touch each other.
So, she walked out with a forever smile plastered on her face and enough satisfying images in her brain to last her a lifetime of fantasies.