Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

The days went by, each as blissful as the last. I kept the thoughts of what was coming out of my head, and just simply enjoyed the attention for everything that it was. It was a hell of an introduction into the world of sexuality. The end was coming though, and it would be unavoidable.

I was sitting alone in their kitchen, drinking some coffee, trying to wake myself up after another wonderful yet incredibly exhausting day. Dressed for a change, I wondered for how long I would be, hoping for the fuckfest to continue.

"She's all about me, bro," Darren said, his voice coming off from the distance.

"She's going to get tired of your games," Carson replied.

The two came into the kitchen. They were both dressed for business, and whatever they had planned for that day. They too poured themselves coffee and each one of them sat beside me.

I suddenly felt incredibly nervous, staring at the table, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them.

"So, Christine," Carson began. "I've had such a wonderful week with you."

"So have I," Darren added, running hand through my hair. "No one has made me enjoy making a woman scream quite like you do."

"I think I enjoy you both so damn much that I can't imagine a world where I don't have you now," I said, somewhat suggestively.

"We're not sharing you forever, Christine," Carson responded. "We came here today because it's time for you to choose. Do you want me to keep treating you like a goddess?"

Darren suddenly grabbed my hair. "Or do you want me to keep fucking you like the whore you are?"

I was silent in response, Darren's grip loosening when he realized I wasn't all that into it at that momen

t.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't," I said. "I just can't just choose between you."

"Of course you can, Christine. One of us treats you like garbage, the other wants to worship you." Carson shot a twisted gaze over at his brother.

"It's not garbage. It's how she wants to be treated," he spat back.

"It's two great flavors of the same great thing," I continued. "Sometimes I want to be tenderly fucked, but sometimes I want something raw, and animalistic. Both of you are so damn good at what you do, but I can't just push the other away and accept the other."

"Seriously? You're trying to play the we're both awesome card?" Darren stood up out of the chair. "Look in your heart. It'll tell you the truth."

I closed my eyes, and did exactly as he said. "No, I can't."

Carson shoved Darren. "You've probably made her all stockholmed and whatever with how you fuck her."

"You suggesting I'm abusing her?"

Carson glanced toward me. "Come on, Christine. I'll take good care of you. You can tell my asshole of a brother off."

"Oh you want to go make it like this, huh?" Darren shoved his brother away from me. Their bravados were flaring in full force.

"You know how our scuffles always end little brother."

It was becoming clear to me that as much as I enjoyed it, it wasn't about me.

"Let's go, I'll let you have a free shot."

"Oh stop it!" I screamed out, unable to cope with the nonsense anymore. I shot up. "Stop fighting, stop yelling, stop this literal dick-waving contest!"

Surprisingly, that worked. They calmed down and were both staring my way.

"I've had it. I think I love you both and everything you do to me, but it seems you're not doing it because you want me as much as you want to beat your brother. Clearly, what I really want isn't important as much as just validating your egos."