Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

“You’re trembling, Marly,” Cade whispered at her ear. “Don’t be frightened, baby. Nothing will happen that you won’t enjoy. Your body knows what it likes, who it wants, and what turns it on. Don’t be frightened of that.”

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She was confused. She didn’t know where to look, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from the bulge beneath Sam’s sweats. He hadn’t been hard when she came in. He had gotten hard when he touched her. He was Cade’s brother. An indelible part of her life. She loved him and Brock, had spent teenage hours lusting after all three men before she set her heart on Cade. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t let it happen.

Cade’s erection was tucked against her buttocks. He too wore sweats, the basic loungewear for the men of the house. They did nothing to hide the hardened virility beneath the material.

“What are you going to do?” Her whisper was a whimper as she felt his hand smoothing the top of her thigh, drawing the small skirt further up as he did so.

“Nothing you won’t enjoy, Marly,” he promised her, his voice dark and deep. “I know you’ve fantasized about him. There’s things I know about you as well. Just as I bet you money your cunt’s hot and wet right now, thinking about Sam touching you.”

She couldn’t deny it. He was right. That didn’t mean she had to do it. It was indecent. It wasn’t right.

“I want to see it, Marly,” he growled at her ear. “There’s so much I want to teach you. So many pleasures I want you to know. Things you could never imagine.” She felt the zipper at the back of her skirt slowly slide down.

“Cade, please—” She didn’t know if she could do this. She was shaking, burning up, yet trembling as though she were freezing.

“I want you to do something for me,” he whispered. “I want you to take your clothes off. Then lie back down beside me and just close your eyes. Just close your eyes Marly, and let me take care of everything. Will you do that for me, baby?”

“Don’t do this,” she whispered, closing her eyes, shocked at the desire to do just as he asked. “Please, Cade. I’m not ready for this.”

“Yes you are.” His lips caressed her neck gently. “You are ready, Marly, you just don’t realize it. We’re nice and safe for the moment, and I want this. I need it. Do this for me, Marly. Stand up, and watch Sam as you undress. Then lay back down and just close your eyes for me.”

His hand slid beneath her skirt, palming the cheek of her rear nearest to him as he urged her up. Marly stood shakily to her feet. She toed her shoes off first, her toes curling against the cool hard wood of the floor. Then she allowed her loosened skirt to fall to the floor.

Sam’s hand went to the waist of his sweats, pushing them to his thighs, revealing the thick cock that pulsed at the sight of her nearly naked body as he sat up on the couch. Then she removed the shirt, nearly crying out at the sensitivity of her nipples as the cloth raked them. Then more hesitantly, her hands went to her thongs. They were pushed slowly from her body now, her mouth watering as Sam’s hand stroked his shaft slowly, his fingers moving up and down his cock with a mesmerizing motion.

“Now lay down beside me, on your back.” Cade moved against the back of the wide couch. With near hysteria, Marly wondered if this was why all the furniture was so wide, and so much attention paid to comfort.

She stretched out beside him, staring up at him as she fought for breath. He had undressed as she had. His shaft lay along her thigh, his wide chest rising and falling in excitement.

“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you,” he ordered her, his tone gentle, but the look in his eyes stern. “Do you understand me? No matter what, don’t open your eyes.”

Marly swallowed tightly.

“Don’t disobey me in this, Marly,” he warned her clearly. “If you do, Sam will help me spank you. Do you want that?”

She shook her head, unable to speak.

“Good girl. Now close those pretty eyes.” He laid his hand over them; making her blink against them, then she closed her eyes as he ordered.

“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do to that pretty body of yours.” She felt his hand smooth from her breast to the moist lips of her cunt.

Marly fought for breath. She heard Sam moving across the room, and the shocking moan of anticipation that escaped her lips proved to her that she was just as depraved, just as shockingly aroused by this as she feared she would be.

“You’re so pretty, Marly,” Sam whispered, his voice graveled, rough with his arousal.

She felt him bend by the couch, could see him in her mind’s eyes, his eyes dark and filled with lust as they went over her body. Her thighs tightened involuntarily, the flesh between them so hot and wet. She knew they couldn’t miss it. She knew the slick proof of her own arousal lay thick and wet on flesh between her thighs. She could feel it, slowly weeping from her body.

Then he touched her. Sam’s hand. It wrapped around her breast, plumping the flesh as Cade mirrored the movement on the other. In sync, long, calloused male fingers caressed her, tweaked her nipples, had her groaning at the pleasure coursing through her body. She didn’t know if she would survive it. They touched only her breasts, and her body already flamed with passion.

“So sweet.” Cade’s declaration followed with the hot, moist warmth of two mouths enveloping her nipples.

Marly tightened, crying out at the sensations. Twin tongues raked her nipples, mouths suckled at her breasts, hands roamed over her stomach, her thighs, then slowly pulled her legs apart.

“Cade.” She called out his name in desperation. She didn’t know if she could survive this pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” he answered her, his voice thick with lust. “It’s okay. I promise. Just let us love you, Marly. We would never hurt you, baby.”