The Twins & Me

Bound

Arlo has his hands on me immediately. They grip my face, wander down my body. His tongue forces my lips apart and he pushes me back until my legs hit an armchair situated by one of the desks.

My whole body is on fire; heat spreads up my spine. Before I can yank down his underwear, hands grab mine.

Ollie's next to us, and he's got the rope. As he binds my writs behind my back, Arlo's mouth moves down my neck. He squeezes my breasts and my toes curl.

"No pulling," Ollie says when I struggle against his knots. They don't dig into my skin, but I'm definitely tightly bound. I've never been denied access to my hands before—it makes my skin tingle.

Arlo's made his way down my stomach. Ollie pulls my shirt up over my head but because my hands are tied it bunches up around my shoulders. He uses it to pull me so I have to arch my back. I let out a small whine.

"Big Brother," Arlo murmurs, finger probing my clit through my leggings.

"Mhmm?" Ollie responds, lifting my chin so I have to look at him.

"Can I tease Little Wren?"

A wicked smile spreads across Ollie's face. "It's only fair."

Oh, no.

Arlo's finger applies pressure, and a surge of pleasure washes over me. He continues to push against me and rub my clit over my clothes. I squirm, try to make him push harder.

"No, no," Ollie says, grabbing my thigh and pulling my legs apart. His boner throbs against my hip.

It takes all of my will power not to rub against him.

Arlo takes a pair of scissors from the desk. Before I can react, he pinches the fabric of my leggings at my crotch and cuts a small hole in them.

I gasp and Ollie sticks a finger in my mouth.

"Suck," he commands.

I whine, but my lips close around his finger. I can't see Arlo, but I feel one of his fingers make its way inside the hole in my leggings. It pushes against my underwear, against my slit.

Ollie thrusts in another finger, and at the same time Arlo widens the hole by ripping the fabric. The stretching and snapping makes me jump, but Ollie holds me tight.

"Harder," he whispers in my ear.

I wet his fingers with my saliva and work my tongue against them.

Arlo has a clear view of my core now; he's playing with my juices, toying with my sensitive area without getting too close. Just when I think he might push in, he gives me a light pat against my clit and I moan.

Ollie inserts another finger. I strain against my bindings. Arlo moves aside my underwear. All of these things happen at the same time and I feel like I might explode.

Ollie pushes his fingers deep inside my mouth, and tears spring to my eyes.

"Look at me," he says, and through the tears I find his eyes, lustful and greedy. He smiles. "I want you to look at me when Baby Brother makes you cum."

Then a finger slides in my pussy. I cry out, but it's muffled by Ollie's fingers. He pulls them out and a trail of spit drips down my chin.

Arlo's finger explores me, but soon it's joined by others, wet from my mouth. Ollie circles my clit, kneads it between his fingers.

"Please," I beg, not taking my eyes off of Ollie's.

Arlo slides in another finger. He pumps both of them in and out of me and my legs start to shake.