Wow. I guess I’ll be having a hefty portion of beets. I’m sure you’ve been dying to get your ball scratching on.
Game on little brother.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Found the chocolate, Winter.” Reginald set it on the counter.
“And the rum, Sin.” Bones wagged the bottle at her, opening it.
“Wait!” she gushed with wide happy eyes and huge smile. “Let’s put the rum in the chocolate!”
“Oh, I like that idea, Sin.”
She winced as though remembering. “I forgot Reginald doesn’t like it. Let’s not do that.”
“It’s fine, Winter.” He pulled a chair out at the table. “Not like it makes much of a difference.”
“I can wait,” Bones suddenly said.
There’s my favorite brother I know. “You earned your swigs, Bonesy. It’s fine.”
“Awww, you two are so sweet.” She spun to the stove. “Milk’s ready. Oh my God, that was so much fun,” she squealed.
“Heating milk?” Bones wondered.
She eyed him. “I’ll assume that was Bones.”
“Ah right. Heating milk is so much fun, Sin?”
She smiled and filled their cups. “The birthday celebrations,” she cooed dreamily, sitting down and scooting her chair next to theirs.
I love how she puts up with you Reginald said. “And now for the chocolate.”
“And rum,” Bones said.
“Soooo,” she said, eyeing him with an angled head. “Reginald doesn’t drink but Bones does.”
“Bones doesn’t usually. When he’s being nice.”
“I said I’d wait,” Bones said.
“Then why doesn’t he? I mean, what happens if he does?”
“Because Reginald has issues when I drink.”
“Like what kind? Obviously, nothing serious.”
Reginald opened their chocolate packets and poured it into their cups wishing she’d drop the topic.
Make me some room, Bones said.
Reginald drank a little bit.
Uuuum, more than that.
Reginald drank two more sips.
Bones picked up the cup and drank half of it then poured the booze till the cup was near overflowing. He held the bottle to Winter. “Want to join me, Sin?”
She bit her lower lip, smiling contemplatively at the bottle. “What the hell. Let’s celebrate.”
A drinker, I see Bones said.
No more than you.
“I take it you can handle your alcohol, Sin?”
She widened her eyes while pouring the rum then squinted. “Wellllll.”
Reginald had to laugh at that. “Don’t worry Winter. If you get out of hand, I’ll take care of you.”
“Will you,” she said, smiling while stirring her cup.
“I will.”
Reginald suddenly wished he’d never told Winter about Bones, especially the giving pointers part. Did she know he’d given pointers the last time? What a stupid question. Of course she did. She had to. She knew he wasn’t the Cock-God Bones became in sex, she had to know. And while she did seem to really like it, what if Bones was wrong?
“Did you like what we did Winter?” he blurted, before he lost the nerve to ask.
She snapped her bright green gaze to him. “The birthdays?”
He sat there with his mouth open.
What are you up to?
“The bedroom.”
And why are you doing this? What’s the point?
“Oh,” she sipped her chocolate, not looking at him. “I did.”
I just want to know where her head is with it. What she’s thinking. “Are you sure it wasn’t… too much?”
She’s acting like something was wrong with it Reginald said, hopeful. Would be nice to learn she actually didn’t like it and was pretending. “It was… very much,” she gushed. “Very different. Nothing I’ve ever done before.”
That’s hard to believe Bones said.
“I know what you’re thinking, Bones,” she said. “And yes, I’ve had rough sex but nothing like that.”
“Like what, Winter?”
“Yes, like what, Sin?”
Stay out of it.
She brought me into it.
I don’t care. Stay out.
“I mean…” she looked down, tracing her finger over the top of her mug. “I’ve never… loved it.”
“You love rough sex?” She eyed them and Reginald added, “Winter. Sorry.”
“Oh, uh.” She drew her knees up and propped her cup on them. “I loved… what you did, whatever you want to call it.”
Told you Bones said. Not sure why you needed to ask, it should have been obvious in how she responded to it.
Responded to you.
Which is why you need to learn it.
“What part…” Reginald began, trying to figure out what he wanted to know. “Tell me what you liked about it. Winter.”
She tucked hair behind her ear and licked her lips, still not looking at them.
Nothing like a questionnaire to grow that intimacy Bones said.
Well how else am I supposed to find out how she feels?
I don’t know, study her body language?
“Well,” she began.
Is there a book for this? Reginald wondered.
It’s sitting right in front of you. Right now she’s saying she doesn’t know how to express it with words.
Great and I need words to understand.
“I uh… really liked that I could feel…”
You might get an answer in a year at this rate.
Reginald had all the time in the world when it came to that. He waited for her to organize her thoughts while studying her body language. His eyes lowered to her breasts, finding her nipples rock hard through the thin white material of her dress top.
“Phew,” she gasped, fanning her face.
Reginald’s dick jerked at seeing her arousal.
Now you’re reading her.
Reginald’s anger returned at hearing he’d seen it first. Made him want to crush his balls, but he’d only love it. And Reginald would be the one choking on the nausea it brought.
“There’s more than just sex,” she whispered. “There’s… passion.”
“Passion?” Reginald wondered.
That’s not me. That’s you.
She nodded and hit him with a gaze that licked right on his cock. “Steals my breath,” she whispered.
“Tell me more,” Reginald said, his balls tightening with the need to hear it. He held her gaze.
“I…” Her chest rose and fell and more desire throbbed through Reginald at realizing he was reading her body quite well now. “When your cock is… pounding inside me. The way… you talk to me. I can hear it in your voice. Feel it… in your body.”
“Feel what? Winter?”
She licked her lips, staring at him, breathless. “Feel what’s… inside you.”
“W-w-what…” Fuck, already?! Ask her what’s inside me.
You ask. I don’t want to.
I don’t want to stutter this Bones! I’ll sound stupid. And ruin the mood.
The mood?
You see she’s hot. I like watching her talk about this. And I want to hear how she feels.
I can see that.
“What’s wrong?” she wondered, staring at them. “Sometimes I feel like you’re both talking about me right in front of me.”
Tell her we’re not.
You want me to lie, but you won’t? “We weren’t. Sin.”
Don’t call her that. I told her you wouldn’t be involved in our sex, remember?
“Okay. You’re just so quiet. Is it the stuttering? You don’t need to worry about that,” she said sweetly.
“We were wondering about your birthday.”
Th-th-thank you Reginald gushed.
Bones downed nearly the entire cup of chocolate.
S-slow down, what are you doing?
I’m going to need it to do this verba
l shit.
G-G-God, this is stupid.
We could always call it a night and go to bed.
“August 5. And yours?”
The simple question suddenly threw Reginald. When’s my b-b-birthday?
July 9.
It is? Reginald tried to think around the rum. W-w-why don’t I remember that?
“Are you okay? Is it the alcohol? Bones, maybe not so much,” she said, worried.
Answer h-her.
“I’m fine,” Bones said.
“You look upset. Are you sure the rum isn’t bothering him, Bones?”
“I’m sure, Sin.”
“Reginald, are you okay?”
“I’m f-f-fine,” Reginald said. “B-b-but you should know I stutter w-when Bones drinks.”
She stared at him, and Reginald had a hard time meeting her gaze. She got up and climbed in his lap and took his face in her hands. “Look at me.”
Reginald did, his heart and cock getting hot.
“You are such a beautiful man, do you know that? And if you stutter when you… Bones drinks, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You never need to be ashamed with me. Ever.” She sealed the promise with soft kisses along his mouth, each one lighting its own fire. Five seconds of that and they were clawing to get each other’s clothes off.
Reginald stood with her on his waist and got dizzy. Bones. A little help here.
Bones stepped in, adding a shot of clarity to his brain. Was like the drink never touched him. What do you want? he asked, sounding unhappy.
I don’t know. Help. I won’t do this stuttering.
You’ll have to be more specific Reggie.
I like being nasty with her.
You know what that does to me.
I know but I need it to be perfect. I need to see her fucking break like she did, Bones.
Stop fucking kissing her, I can’t breathe or think! Bones gasped.
Reginald broke the kiss, both of them winded, letting her slide down his body.
“What’s wrong?” she wondered, breathless.
“Nothing, I’m… thinking.”
I swear to do it next time. I’m learning, I swear it. Hurry Bones. She’s ready. Do it perfectly.
Bones grabbed her top and yanked it off her in one move. He looked down and desire slammed both of them. “Fucking naked pussy again.”
You sound angry, d-don’t say it like that.
I am fucking angry. He swiped his arm across the table, knocking everything to the floor. “Bend over and hold on to the table.”
God yes. She l-loves to be ordered like that. I want to feel her ass again.
You liked that, didn’t you?
I d-d-did, so much.
Bones slid his finger over her folds, pushing his middle one just inside.
“You’re so wet,” Bones grit. “Naughty fucking pussy.” Bones pinched the lips and made her cry out as he appreciated what was before him. “You have got a fucking fine ass, you know that?”
C-can I spank it?
Tear it up, Reggie. But wait till I get our cock in that tight ass.
In her ass? Are y-you sure?
“I hope you’re ready for my cock.”
“I’m ready!” she cried, looking back.
“What about this?” He pushed his wet finger in her ass. “Are you ready for my cock here?”
She made desperate sounds then whispered, “Only you.”
Oh f-fuck, Reginald said. Go slow, don’t hurt her. I can’t wait to feel that. She was so t-t-tight on my finger. Should I spank her now?
Please do.
Reginald brought his hand down on her ass, loving the way it jiggled when he did that.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Bones slid his cock along her dripping slit then pressed it at her ass, wetting it. Spank her again.
Reginald gave her a good one and her ass flexed, allowing Bones to push in just a little.
Spank her again. Twice.
Reginald aimed for a spot not so red and gave her two good ones. Her ass sucked their cock in, inch by inch. “Fuck,” Bones gushed as Reginald dug his fingers into the softness of her hips. He didn’t need to be told now, he understood the process. He spanked while Bones talked in that way she burned for. The words weren’t mean, Reginald realized. It was his tone. Almost like he hated what she caused in them. And hated that she caused it. Why she liked it was a mystery Reginald wanted to sort out but wouldn’t while fighting an orgasm every other second.
“Take my fucking cock, all of it. I’m about to fuck your beautiful ass while you play with that clit nestled in your plump pussy. Are you fucking rubbing it? Are your fingers buried between those quivering lips? Are you wet and slippery?”
She cried yes, yes, yes to each question, but Reginald worried.
Is it hurting her Bones? I can’t tell.
He paused, catching his breath while Reginald stroked her ass with both hands. “Tell me to fucking stop if I hurt you,” Bones ordered, his tone almost barking.
Reginald wanted to add a please, but he’d stutter it and she’d know. Maybe she would already know he was letting Bones help. What if she knew it was Bones all along and didn’t care?
“I need you. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She said that as she played with herself.
“She’s close,” Bones whispered, his head falling back as he fought to breathe.
Reginald spanked her again, addicted to the feel of her ass clamping their cock each time. The way her plump cheeks jiggled, and those sounds. She loves it, Reginald gasped, dizzy.
Put your finger in her pussy Bones said. Feel how wet she is.
Reginald reached under his cock and slid his finger in. Her pussy clenched, and he spanked her several more times, making her cries turn desperate.
“Fuck me,” Bones grit. “I want you to do all the work. I want you to fuck my cock while I redden your ass and don’t stop till I come inside it. Yes or fucking no, do you want that,” he demanded.
“I want it!”
B-Bones! Reginald grabbed her hips in a hard grip, holding her still a moment. He gradually released her when his orgasm subsided and she began to move herself over their cock.
“Look at that ass all over our dick. Faster,” Bones ordered, giving her three swift spanks while Reginald explored her pussy with his finger.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she cried, sounding worried.
“Not yet!” Bones grit, gasping on another pulsing wave of pleasure. “Let me taste her pussy,” Bones whispered.
Reginald thrust nice and deep then brought his finger to his lips. Bones leaned, taking it into his mouth and closing his eyes with a lusty groan, sucking and licking. “You taste how close she is?”
Bones, don’t stop it this time Reginald begged, no longer caring about who knew what.
Spank her and don’t stop till you can’t remember your fucking name Bones ordered, his breaths coming faster.
Reginald started slowly but as he went, their orgasm took over his mind, and he spanked her like a crazy man taming a stubborn beast. I need to fuck! he yelled in his mind to Bones.
“Fuck her! Fuck her hard, don’t stop!”
Their orgasm shattered the final threads of control and Bones fell on her, gripping her hair in his fist and turning her head so he could see her break with them. Reginald sucked at her open mouth and jaws while Bones scraped his teeth and growled through the onslaught. They tasted everything. They felt everything. Until the seconds became eternal hours. Hours that contained entire lifetimes.
And then the aftermath.
Their labored breaths were all that was left to give. They lay like lumps of human remains, quivering in the wake of passion’s wreckage. Then the reality and fears came floating up from the depths to the surface where the light of day would judge what had been done. What had been said.
We messed up. Reginald placed his palms on the table and lifted off her. You said things. She knows now.
She’ll be fine Bones assured.
But Reginald wasn’t so sure.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Winter’s body began to tremble from the strain of their love making as thoughts swirled through her mind. He’d not stuttered. Not once. And he’d said things. Let me taste her. An electrical current struck her body at the memory of those words and the realization. They had both participated together. Again.
Confusion followed in the wake of the thought. Why would Reginald let him? Did Reginald let him? It sure sounded like a team effort. She tried to feel angry and betrayed, to associate it with the other orgies she’d been forced into for a dime.
Shame warmed her cheeks when she could feel nothing but aroused out of her mind over all of it. She’d been angry before so why not now? Because you realize they’re not two men, that’s why. And she needed to damn well maintain a grip on that reality and remember her plan and purpose. To figure which of them was the owner of their body. That was important to know. If Bones was the owner, then Reginald was merely a personality. And if Reginald was the owner, then Bones was a personality.
“Are you okay?”
She eyed him. Bones, she was sure. There was no stutter, and the kindness was forced. “I’m… stiff,” she said. A wave of sadness washed over her at the idea that Reginald was making him talk because he was too ashamed to stutter in front of her. Damn Bones and having that drink.
God, what was she thinking, they were the same person!
She considered Bones being owner of the body. He didn’t want anything but to fuck her and only did that because of Reginald. She didn’t want to be with a man that had to force himself to be with her and could only manage sex. That was the story of her life and one she’d not live again.
She wanted Reginald. That’s who she wanted.
But what if he wasn’t Reginald?
“You want a shower?”
The stiff tone definitely belonged to Bones but only Reginald would care if she had a shower. Unless Bones wanted her clean. She didn’t really want to know what kind of mishap Bones would become without Reginald. Like all the other animals she’d known.
“Reginald?” she finally whispered, needing to hear from him.
He stared at her from the kitchen chair, catching his breath. His eyes slowly rolled, like Bones was having a talk with him and didn’t like what he was saying.