CHAPTER ELEVEN

Thus, Connor sharply lifts me up to prop me on his shoulder like the limp package I am right now.

I'm barely aware of what's happening when he drops me on Murphy's mattress. I sit there for a second bewildered. Sujin is right before me, still bound and powerless. Her thighs are writhing against each other to try and get some sort of solace. She isn't gagged or anything, yet she remains silent, chewing harshly on her own lips as she watches us.

Connor follows my gaze and explains: "She knows it'll be worse if she complains…" I'd never thought anyone could prevail over my sister. Our eyes meet to make sure we're both alright, and I could almost burst into mirthful laughter.

Then, Connor's softly grabs my chin so I look up toward him instead: "Ye ready luv?"

I swallow hard and briefly nod. Though I'm not sure of what I'm agreeing to. When he straightens up, he takes his own hard penis in hand, right before me. He strokes it leisurely, and calls his brother in their mother tongue.

Murphy is recovering from his own orgasm, and getting a better look at Sujin. I obviously can't understand them, but I can wager, from their tone, that Connor is giving orders; Murphy evidently rebels against them; though Connor seems to make a compelling argument, since Murphy's grin now widens, and he walks past my sister to come and sit behind me.

Sujin growls in frustration.

Then, Murphy gets closer and I almost feel like he's going to spoon me before he, instead, pushes my upper body to the side, so my head is at his feet.

I've already decided to let them do as they please with me. Feverishly.

So, he suddenly snakes his arms around my middle section and pulls me against him. Except we're inverted. And his teeth sink into my ass.

I yelp in surprise, and he doesn't let me register exactly what's happening. He turns us slightly, to position us so his head is now under my bottom, forcing me to arch way back. Now, my hips are raised toward the ceiling, my tits reaching out to Connor, while my head lies upside down against the side of the bed. I can only grasp his legs with the sensation of falling, although he holds me tight.

"What-"

But I'm harshly shushed by a sharp slap on the thigh.

I could straighten up with a huge effort on my abs, but the sight before me is enough to make me pause. I'm getting a full view of a reversed Connor, enjoying his design. His engorged phallus seems even more impressive from down there. However, I'm soon distracted from it by Murphy's tongue sneaking its way between my butt cheeks.

I gasp in surprise when he laps at my asshole. No one has ever done that. The sensation is weird and troubling; I'm not sure what to think of it and I buck away. Though his one arm around my stomach tightens to keep me in place, and he slaps me again with his other. My mind is whirling with disturbing thoughts. At least I know I'm clean. But, now, Connor is kneeling in front of me, and his lips find mine. This upside-down kiss is just as overwhelming. When his tongue slips in, it bends in new ways that feel completely different.

The position has upended every single sensation I'm used to. Everything feels fresh and odd and exciting.

"Ye comfortable, luv?" I bashfully nod at Connor's carefully controlled voice. "Cause now, I'm going to fuck ye 'til ye don't remember where ye live." He doesn't even turn her way to add: "And Sujin, dear, I hope ye're watching."

Murphy's unhurried ministrations are beginning to produce a new tingle in areas I didn't even know could be aroused. And Connor's mouth is now ascending on my chin, throat, collarbone, breasts. He bites me without mercy, surely leaving marks on his path. I'm starting to truly moan at both their wet touches when Connor's lips close around my nipple and pinch. I cry out in protest; my own face is brushing against his chest, nails roaming on his torso and hips. But he trails up further.

His tongue plays around for a second in my belly button, his own abs twitching when my teeth nip at them in turn. Then further.

Still kneeled in front of me, leaned over my exposed body, he says something to his brother: "Réidh?" Murphy pauses under me.

Then, Connor takes his dick in hand and positions himself before my lips. I nervously gulp.

"Open yer mouth Min." That's an order. That I must obey instantly.

He enters me like he would a pussy. I have zero control here. I can only clamp my lips around his shaft and cradle its head with my tongue, breathing through my nose. One hand is gripping his hipbone, the other grasping Murphy's arm.

Then, both their mouths lash out on me. Murphy in the back, Connor in the front. My scream is muffled by Connor's dick now moving, sliding against my lips.

He's fucking my mouth while both their saliva is mixing with my extreme wetness. My mind is completely blown. And I lose my grip on reality.

Their tongues are lapping, toying and flicking on my most sensitive parts before entering me both. They pump inside me, pull out, lick and rub.

When I cry and wails against Connor's tender skin, I feel him moan against mine as well, sending exhilarating vibrations all over my body. So, as I buck and jerk around, locked in their sturdy vise, the motion of his hips quickens. And their tongues swirl, relentless, unforgiving.

I'm not breathing. I can only submit to the powerful wave of exultation that washes over me. This is simply too much. The overwhelming sensation takes everything. This is beyond anything I've ever experienced.

I black out.

…

I regain consciousness as both boys are showering me with light kisses. My skin is prickling with so many stimuli.

"Ye okay, hun?"

I can only hum in blissful response. They both chuckle.

"I guess we can go and end yer sister's torture then."

I nod with my eyes still shut and a stupid beaming smile on my face. I feel their weights lifting from the mattress as I sigh in both delight and relief. I hope she's ready because I wasn't. Not for all this. And I'm still unable to process it.

"Do ye know what that means, sweetheart?" Murphy's voice asks as he walks over to her.

"Um… 'Equity'?" my sister answers, and I'm guessing they're discussing tattoos.

"Right. 'Justice'. Now that's what's coming for ye, Sujin."

I open an eye to see Connor has still decided to torment her, rinsing her sensitized body with a damp towel. He uses the excuse of refreshing her; it's still the middle of a sweltering afternoon. Murphy is just coming back from washing his face, and sits by her side, immediately titillating her nipples with playful fingers. Not resisting long before flipping his tongue over one. She moans and begs already. When Connor reaches more sensitive parts, she bucks under his touch.

I'm overcome by the sparks of aftershocks spreading from my nether regions into my stomach and making my toes curl. Just watching their three perfect glistening bodies writhing together, their tanned hands on her pale skin, their lips brushing over her, and the conniving glances the boys exchange, it's simply too intense after what they've done to me. And my dazed, exhausted mind wanders elsewhere for a moment.

When I deign to come back to my senses and look over what's happening there, Sujin is almost free from her restrains, only her wrists are still attached together. She's straddling Connor, moving up and down on him while his face is buried in the crook of her neck, biting hard. Behind her though Murphy is preparing. Tearing another condom and putting it on. He also has some lubes that he is smearing on his length, hardening it again with a few strokes as he watches her motions. These boys are insatiable.

Murphy tries to still her with a hand on her shoulder, and slaps her harshly on the butt when she doesn't comply. Then, he places himself against her bottom. She arches for him and my almond eyes grow huge.

Connor glimpses at me with a grin: "Ye watching Min?"

Oh, I'm watching. I've straightened up and my eyes are wide open. My lack of experience would never allow for something like that. But I'm eagerly watching. They're both inside her at the same time. They take it slow, pace themselves, making sure she is not hurt. I can only surmise her sensations by the look on her face, the tremors of her muscles. And what I gather is that it's breathtaking.

They're both moving inside now. The three of them in a tantalizing dance. I'm enthralled by this magnetic sight. And her cries of pleasure as she chants both their names are an angelic melody.

Yet, what gets to me even more is the boys' own loss of control. Their whimpers and moans. The shudders that overtake their bodies sometimes. How Connor's jaw clench and his muscles tighten. How Murphy's head falls back with his eyes closed and mouth agape in a soundless supplication.

I can watch the three of them in turn getting submerged in rapture. Their bodies jolting with pleasure, their unshackled cries, their utter bliss.

It's simply beautiful.

Then, they collapse in a heap of limbs and contented sighs.

So, I get on my feet and push my mattresses against theirs. Connor notices through his own fog and helps me by pulling them closer. He then forces the two others to settle in more comfortable positions. I yawn, and he opens his arm to welcome me against his chest. Murphy is already snoring adorably, face down under the pillow. His legs are tangled with Sujin's, whose breathing is now calming and slowing. Connor softly kisses my forehead; his fingers trace circles on my shoulder, until I doze off as well. And I'm sure he joins us soon after.

I wake up, hours later, to the sound of arguing.