Just hours ago, Elena had put her preverbal foot down, telling the brothers that she wasn't going to chose. Now, they laid three across in Damon's massive bed, each of them hesitant to make a move for completely different reasons. Elena's breathing was the only sound echoing off the cathedral ceiling and both brothers, shirtless and statuesque, attentively watched the lace line at her cleavage as her chest rose and fell.

She looked over at Stefan, who nodded his head in reassurance, before turning to Damon and tentatively brushing her lips against his. Elena was hesitant, her lips moving slowly and her mouth closed. Damon slid a hand under her hair to cup her neck and deepen their kiss, swallowing her sounds of anticipation and excitement.

He nipped along Elena's mouth and gently ran his tongue along her pouty bottom lip before pressing it into her mouth. Damon felt her body relax in his arms, her mouth cautiously opened to receive and respond to his. He had imagined what it would be like to taste her, but it was nothing compared to having her mouth eagerly reciprocating his every move.

Stefan hooked his finger inside her sweater and pulled it down her arm, kissing across the newly exposed skin of her shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and slid his fingertips over the soft skin of her belly and under the waistband of her pants. He pulled his body to hers, pressing his erection into the small of her back.

Damon moved his hand from her neck to her hip and slid it around to the back pocket of her pants, pulling her pelvis to his. He squeezed her ass and groaned into her mouth. She squirmed and rubbed her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the pulsating traveling through her groin, her panties becoming uncomfortably damp.

Elena let their lips part long enough for Stefan to pull her sweater over her head, leaving her in a white lace bra. She slid her hands to Damon's pants and popped the button open, slipping one hand inside to find his penis. He was already fully engorged, liquid seeping from the tip and coating the head.

Elena pushed Damon on to his back and straddled his hips. She looked over at Stefan who was staring back intently at them, clearly aroused. He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. She kept eye contact with Stefan as she ground her hips down on to Damon's. She could already feel he was bigger then his brother and every inch of her body was tingling in anticipation.

She pulled his pants over his hips and he kicked them from his feet. She looked down at what had been uncovered and licked her lips. His cock was impossibly hard and curving up to press into his belly. It was developing a violet tint from the abundant flow of blood filling the vessels. She tentatively brushed her fingertips along the shaft, jerking her hand back in surprise when it twitched.

"See something you like?" Damon's voice broke her bubble.
"Um." Elena couldn't stop the flush of embarrassment that crept up her face. "I…"
"Hey." Damon stopped her and ran his hands over her thighs. "That was a rhetorical question." He chuckled. "… But, you know, it is okay to like sex and to have those feelings." She finally looked into his eyes. "Feeling good, feels good… It's nothing to be ashamed of…. Okay?"

Elena nodded and her lips curved up in a little smile. She already knew this was going to be a completely different experience for her; she and Stefan had been together for so long, things had become complacent. She felt a whole new level of excitement, along with a whole new round of nerves, bubble up in her tummy and she bit her lip to hide the cheesy grin she felt coming on.

Damon sat and eased her back on to the mattress. He looked up her body for permission as he moved his hands to the waistband of her pants. She nodded and helped him push her jeans over her hips and down her legs.

Damon smirked when he saw her white cotton panties, she couldn't have been more perfect. He kissed around her belly and up to her chest, sliding a finger into the cup of her bra to feel her engorged nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and index finger before pulling the cup down, exposing her breast. He looked down at the prefect olive pool that had been uncovered, her elongated nipple clearly reflecting her arousal.

Elena moved her hands, which had been nervously resting at her sides, up to his neck and closed her eyes. She felt his tongue move around her breast and then his mouth close around the puckered skin of her nipple. When he increased the suction of his mouth, a moan escaped her parted lips.

Damon wrapped his arms around her midsection and lifted her from the bed to unclasp her bra. She slid it down her arms and tossed it from the bed. He nestled his head in her cleavage and ran his nose along the unblemished skin of her sternum.

Elena gripped the hair on the scruff of his neck and used it to pull his mouth back to hers. This time, she didn't hesitate. She immediately opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to play with hers. She felt him hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties and push them from her body. He kissed down her throat and through the valley of her breasts, simultaneously squeezing both in his hands. He slid his hands farther down her body and to her hips.

When Damon let one hand slip between her legs, Elena held her breath. She was feeling self-conscious about how wet she was. She felt like she was literally leaking and making a puddle on Damon's fancy silk sheets.

"You're so fucking wet." He dipped his fingertips into her. "I have to taste you. I want you to get on my face."
"… What?" Elena said, incidentally letting a genuine moment of innocence show.
"Trust me on this one."

He removed himself from her body and took her hand, helping her sit. He could see her sucking her lips and wondered if he was being overly aggressive. He quickly came up with a way to ease her into the new position. "… Just get in Stefan's lap." He instructed, knowing he would be able to keep her calm.

Stefan watched as look of pause crossed Elena's face. He had never done this to her before, which meant she had probably never done this before. He ran his hands along her sides and rested his forehead on hers, trying to calm her trembling frame.

Damon laid on his back and nudged her legs open. Elena braced her hands on Stefan's chest as he slid his head between her thighs. She looked through her eyelashes and into the familiar glint of Stefan's eyes. She took a deep breath.

Damon wrapped his arms up around her thighs and pulled her hips back so her glistening pussy was directly over his face. He heard her let out a little breathy moan when he licked up her thigh. Her body was tense and he could tell she was holding back, he planned on making her completely lose control.

He transitioned from kissing to nipping to licking along the insides of her thighs, until Elena was squirming over him. He took the tip of his tongue and moved it lightly from the bottom to the top of the outer lips of her genitals, never pressing hard enough to give her the gratification she was seeking.

He flattened his tongue and pressed it into her, letting it slip between her swollen labia before pulling it back out. He sucked along the distended lips of her vagina. He used his fingers to separate the two sides and then blew a cool puff of air over the hypersensitive membranes.

Elena groaned and dug her fingertips into Stefan's shoulder blades.

When she started grinding her hips down onto Damon's face, Stefan ran his fingertips up her arms and took a mouthful of her neck, suckling the delicate skin. He had never heard her making the noises she was making, her little whines and moans filling the room.

"Oh… God." She breathed into Stefan's neck when Damon became more assertive with his mouth. "I…" Stefan's kiss interrupted her sentence.

He brushed his tongue back and forth over her clit, stopping every few strokes to suck it into his mouth. When he could feel her juices leaking down on to his chin, he stopped the teasing of his tongue and suckled her with purpose.

Elena shivered as she came, her mouth opening against Stefan's. Her body collapsed forward on to his chest as she struggled for breath. Damon gently cleaned the fluids that had spilled during her release, savoring each lick.

Elena gripped Stefan's shoulders and lifted her body so Damon could get out from under her. She wrapped her arms around Stefan's neck and connected their lips.

Stefan's penis was massively erect and pressing painfully against the seam of his jeans. He had never imagined what a turn on watching his brother eat out his girlfriend would be. He knew he had to be patient and move slowly for Elena's comfort, but it was taking every once of willpower not to pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless.

"Is this okay?" Damon murmured as he ran his tongue from her sacrum up to the freckle between her shoulder blades.
"UmHm." Elena breathed out, still letting her breath regulate.

Damon walked forward on his knees until his chest was flush against her back. He held her sides and slowly pushed into her. Elena's body tensed at the initial intrusion, her body trying to take him in and push him out simultaneously. His dick was squeezed so tightly in her that a dull burn started where their bodies connected and radiated through her pelvis and down her legs.

"Take a deep breath." Stefan whispered when he sensed her panic. "I'm right here."

She combed her fingers through his hair and buried her face in the crook of his neck. She relaxed her muscles, slowly but surely taking more of Damon's cock into her tight body.

"Do you want a hand to hold?" Stefan stroked his hands along her thighs, offering idle comfort, while she adjusted to Damon's girth.

She shook her head, determined not to let any more of her insecurity or inexperience show. She took deep breaths and sighed them out, waiting for the discomfort in her painfully stretched vaginal tissue to dissipate.

When his penis was fully encased, he sat back on his heals, intent on letting Elena set the pace. She used Stefan's shoulders as leverage as she experimentally moved her hips, letting him slip from her body and then taking him back in. She made a few deep strokes before she decided it felt best to let her back bow and ride the tip of his dick, stimulating the dense nerves at her vaginal opening.

She kept her head buried in Stefan's chest as she rode her way to orgasm. She bit her lip and whimpered, the rhythmic cycles of her body tensing and relaxing becoming faster with each passing moment. Stefan watched as goose bumps broke out along her arms and the fine hairs covering them stood on edge.

Damon reached around her body and found the protruding nub of her clit, which was still swollen and sensitive from his mouth. He used his index finger to apply pressure and she came suddenly, her body breaking out in full convulsions.

Damon gripped her sides and thrust to completion as she trembled around him. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in the citrus scent of her shampoo as he came into her willing body, filling her with stream after stream of substance.

When Elena had ridden out the last waves of her orgasm, she turned her face and reached her arm around to find Damon's head. She gripped his neck and pulled their lips together, wordlessly conveying her satisfaction. He pulled his dripping dick from her body and sat back on the mattress.

"Are you okay?" Stefan gently turned her face to his. She looked at him, her dark, dilated eyes still heavy with lust.
"Yes… Very okay." She breathed out as she moved her hands to his waist and started to work on his belt. "I want you." Her voice was low and raspy.

Stefan helped her get rid of his pants. He had barely kicked them from his feet before she was sucking his painfully erect dick into her mouth. She braced her weight on one of his thighs and used the other hand to cup his scrotum, which was already pulling tightly to his body; he had nearly come in his pants watching her fuck Damon.

Stefan collected her hair and held it back for her. He let himself relish in the warm confines of her cheeks for a moment before he gripped her under the arms and pulled her up to his chest. He laid her back on the bed, her head landing in Damon's lap. Damon used his hands to frame her face and ran his thumbs over her cheekbones, his body still reeling with the shock of what was happening.

Stefan lowered his body to his forearms and settled between her thighs. He kissed up one side of her neck and down the other, before thrusting into her, the excessive lubrication her body had created making his movements effortless.

"Stef…" She murmured.
"What baby?"
"I need more." Came out with her next breath.

Stefan took ahold of one of her knees and pressed it tightly to her chest, changing the angle of her pelvis and allowing his pubic bone to stimulate her clit with each thrust.

Damon watched their interaction. He felt a little twinge of jealousy that Elena had been mostly quiet during their encounter. It was clearly going to take time to build the same easy rapport she had with Stefan.

Elena removed her hands from Stefan's sides and reached them up by her head, searching for Damon's. Damon couldn't hold in the gleeful smile that danced across his face when he realized she was reaching for him. He grasped her hands and interlaced their fingers. He looked down at her face, which was starting to contort, her teeth clenching and then her mouth opening in a silent scream.

Stefan grunted as he emptied into her. He brushed his nose against hers before sitting back on his heals. He put a hand on each of her knees and gently closed trembling her thighs.

Elena hesitated, with Stefan at her feet and Damon at her head, she was unsure which brother she was supposed to go to. The sweat, which had broken out all over her body, was starting to cool and she shivered.

Damon turned and retrieved the duvet from the foot of his bed. He settled on one side of Elena and pulled the blanket over their bodies. Elena lifted the other side and signaled for Stefan to join them. She let out a long breath of relief. Maybe she wasn't going to lose anyone after all.