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HARPER

I woke up with a sticky sensation between my legs.

Although I was fully clothed, I couldn’t help but notice the odd sensation of my hand being trapped inside my shorts.

Did I touch myself during my sleep?

After quickly showering, I went downstairs to join the twins, but they’ve been giving me odd looks ever since.

“What?” I ask, bringing my mug of coffee to my lips.

Saint clenches his fist tightly while Sin rises from the sofa and approaches me.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Sin’s face is inches away from mine.

“That, my dear brother, is what we refer to as pyjama shorts. I’m sure you’ve heard of the concept, Sin.”

Despite it being winter, the cabin feels uncomfortably overheated, so I see no reason to get dressed since we aren’t going out.

“You have the wrong brother if you want to be a brat.” He cages me against the counter, and my heart skips a beat. “I can see everything beneath it.”

“No, you c?—”

“Zayka? 1 , you have no underwear,” he growls. “We can see everything.”

My cheeks flush with heat as a wave of embarrassment washes over me.

His intense gaze locks onto mine, and in that moment, it feels as if I’m seeing my brother’s eyes again for the very first time.

They resemble emeralds, with a subtle touch of yellow at their centre.

They’re pretty.

Very pretty.

Vivid images of what happened in Miss Olga’s garden flood my mind, and a wave of shame washes over me as I recall how I came just by thinking about them.

What the hell, Harp? What’s happening to you?

I swallow the lump in my throat before pointing my finger at his torso.

“You guys don’t wear a T-shirt. How is it different?”

And what chests they have.

“Can you see our dicks?” He raises his brow.

“I… Well, no, but?—”

My breath catches in my throat as he grabs my hand and guides it over his joggers.

His grip is firm, and I can distinctly feel the prominent shape of his shaft.

“Sin? What are you doing?” I breathe out, trying to remove my hand, but he doesn’t let me budge.

Why is my body reacting?

It’s wrong. So wrong.

My hand is on my brother’s cock, and my body doesn’t seem to get the memo.

“Your actions have consequences. I already told you that. Now, if it’s attention that you want, please be my guest.”

“She probably wants attention,” says Saint with a smirk on his face. “I’m not sure how her Master will react, though. I think he explicitly told her not to come without his permission.”

My body freezes instantly.

No. They can’t know, can they?

“How…” My words come out in fragments. “What are you talking about?”

Denying is the only thing I can do.

My brothers can’t know.

Never.

“You’re up to play, I see,” Sin remarks, his chuckle carrying a sinister undertone. “Then let’s play.”

His actions are swift and aggressive as he forcefully removes my hand from his joggers, replacing it with a vice-like grip around my throat, leaving me struggling to catch my breath.

“You’ve been misbehaving,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear as his hand caresses my face and trails down to my neck, lingering dangerously close to my chest.

“W-what a-re you t-talking about,” I manage to say as my breath becomes difficult.

He takes my hand and brings it up to his nose, breathing in deeply.

“I can still smell your arousal on them.”

My body flushes with his words.

I don’t recall doing anything, but seeing my brother, blood related or not, doing this is really embarrassing.

“And I’m sure I can still taste you.”

What?

Before I can even process what’s happening, his mouth clamps down on my fingers, his tongue gliding over them with an almost insatiable hunger.

“S-Sin.” I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or urging him to continue, but this behaviour is far from normal.

We grew up together, for Christ’s sake.

I hate him.

So why do I hear myself moan as he releases my fingers?

Just as my eyes close, I feel an icy touch crawl up my neck, causing me to snap my eyes open.

My heart races as he keeps talking.

“I explicitly warned you not to come unless your Master grants you permission.” As the knife grazes my skin, a rush of fear and excitement surges through me. “And you disobey. What should be her punishment, Saint?”

What did he just say?

Oh no, no, no.

“W-what? H-how?”

I’ve been extra cautious so people I know couldn’t find me on AccessMe.

That’s not even the question here. He’s my ‘Master’?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My brother saw me naked? He made me come more than once.

I saw his fucking dick, and I dreamed about him more times than I can count.

“Tsk. You’re on a porn website, and you thought we wouldn’t know?” His laugh is loud and devious. “Pet, you have no idea the monsters you created.”

I glance over to Saint, hoping for some help, but the smirk on his face reveals he shares the same thought.

“Saint,” I plead.

“Sorry, sis. I told you, you’re my most precious toy.” He stands up, his footsteps echoing as he walks over to us before gently caressing my cheek and whispering in my ear. “But let me offer you a piece of advice. Run. Because once we catch you, we’ll fuck you until you forget your own name.”

Sin leans in and licks my cheek with a hum, eliciting a gasp from me. “She has a fantasy of being forced, so it wouldn’t be surprising if she enjoys the thrill of being chased. You should listen to your brother, pet. Run. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

The seriousness in their eyes is so intense that I feel compelled to react immediately.

As soon as Sin releases his grip on my throat, I seize the opportunity to push them both away and sprint out of the room.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as their laughter surrounds me, its echoes creating a haunting melody.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The small cabin offers very little space for me to find a hiding spot.

Ugh.

I did confess to having a secret desire to be taken against my will.

I would have kept my mouth shut if I had known my brother was behind the screen.

As I step out of the cabin barefoot, the icy snow immediately sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins.

The only thing in sight is the vast forest that surrounds us, with a small, cosy hut nestled amongst the trees where guests stay.

I have no choice but to go, despite the distance.

I run for what feels like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest until the sound of an engine reaches my ears.

Shit.

The jerks took the snow quads.

The freezing cold seeps into every inch of my body, leaving me completely numb, as Saint’s shouts echo in the distance.

“You better run fast, sis. I love a good hunt!”

Fuck.

Just as the hut comes into view, the quad suddenly appears in front of me. Before I can react, a heavy body collides with mine, causing me to sprawl in the snow.

“Told you I loved a good hunt.”

“Saint! Get off of me.”

Damn, it’s cold.

What the hell was I thinking, leaving the house with nothing but shorts and a tank top?

I lift my head to steal a glance at him, noticing his black mask shimmering in the light as he tilts it to the side, a mischievous smirk dancing in his eyes.

The same mask as...

The sudden rush of adrenaline electrifies my senses.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Nope. You had your chance to escape.” As his body looms over me, I feel his hands explore my curves, eventually resting on my breasts. “Fucking perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. And look at these tits. Already poking out for me.”

His fingers twisting my nipple create a sharp contrast to the chilly touch of the snow, causing a blazing fire to ignite within me.

“Y-you were the one in Miss Olga’s garden?” I’m stunned.

A devious laugh leaves his lips.

“Who the fuck do you think it was? Do you really think we would allow anybody else to touch what belongs to us?”

I…

“Saint,” I beg. “Don’t do this.”

He removes his mask and grins.

“I can hear the words coming out of your mouth, but your body is saying something completely different. It’s like in the garden. I could see your tears flooding, but your cunt was humping my knife.”

I try to move, but he is as heavy as a ton of bricks, making it impossible to find a way out.

Just as I’m about to sink my teeth into his arm, the roar of the quad bike reverberates through the air, abruptly coming to a halt as Sin steps off it.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Golden mask.

Why is my body reacting to it?

“Boys. It’s not funny. Let go of me,” I spit out.

Sin bends over, tightly gripping a fistful of my hair, as Saint hovers above me, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of my body.

Ouch. That’s painful.

“You got yourself into this,” Sin emphasises, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and desire, while Saint’s hand hovers over the top of my shorts, eliciting a gasp from me. “Do you think seeing you on a porn site was what we wanted?” The subtle tapping of his tongue against his palate accompanies the sound of his voice. “No, it wasn’t. Now, you’ll face the consequences of your actions for showing off what belongs to us.”

I shake my head, but his presence looms over me, stronger than ever.

“I-I did nothing wrong.”

The snow beneath me crunches as my body arches while Saint pushes my shorts aside, and a loud cry escapes my lips, responding to his forceful finger.

Shit. It’s painful.

“Already wet for us, sis?” He grins.

I tightly shut my eyes, attempting to banish the disturbing image that has invaded my thoughts.

“I-It’s not right. You can’t. You’re my broth?—”

Another scream escapes my lips as I feel his finger curl up inside my pussy.

“So fucking tight,” he groans.

I feel like my body is engulfed in flames, torn between craving more and being repelled by it.

While we may not have emerged from the same womb, they are still my brothers.

Everything is so wrong and messed up.

“Shh,” Sin soothes, his hand still tightly gripping my hair. “We agreed he’ll take you first. I’ve always wanted him to fuck you while I watch you. It’ll be more satisfying than watching myself fucking you in a mirror.” While Saint bites my stomach, Sin leans his head closer, his mask touching my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “Are you going to be obedient, my little pet?” His voice drips with dominance. “Are you going to be a good slut for us?”

The sensation of the snow beneath me is like melting wax, softening under the heat of my body as my moans fill the air.

My body surrenders beneath Saint’s weight as Sin unzips his trousers and strokes his shaft inches away from my face.

“Open up, pet, and take me whole while Saint eats your cunt.”

Refusing to open my mouth, I vigorously shake my head, but my resolve wavers as Saint’s hands explore further under my shorts and push them to the side, swiftly followed by the intoxicating warmth of his mouth enveloping me.

Oh. My. God.

“Fuuuck,” Saint groans against my clit. “So fucking delicious. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

As my head falls back, my lips slightly part. Sin seizes the moment to thrust his dick forcefully into my mouth, causing me to choke on the unfamiliar sensation.

“FUUUCK!” The echoes of his voice fill the quiet mountain surroundings as he grips my head firmly and quickens his pace. “I knew your mouth would be fucking good.”

I gag uncontrollably as his cock thrusts deep into the back of my throat, and a muffled cry escapes me when Saint sinks his teeth into my clit.

“Aren’t you a whore for your brothers? Look at you. Fucking dripping for us.”

His words hit me like a tidal wave, stirring up a surge of pleasure that I can’t ignore, But Sin feels it too.

“I don’t think I gave you the permission to come.” With a forceful thrust, he buries his cock deep inside my throat, rendering me immobile and causing me to choke and gag, tears streaming down my face.

I’m so close.

As he lets go of me, my cough worsens, exacerbated by Saint’s continuous licking and the skilful movement of his fingers inside me.

Sin’s mask lifts slightly as he reaches out to wipe away a tear that’s trailing down my cheek, bringing it to his mouth with a soft hum.

“You look beautiful when you cry.”

My body starts to shake uncontrollably, whether from the cold or the impending orgasm. I have no idea.

Yet, my attention remains solely on Sin, who provocatively strokes his own arousal while my hands firmly hold onto Saint’s hair, resulting in a gratifying groan escaping his lips.

Is mask kink a thing? Because why on earth would the image of them both wearing it while fucking me turn me on?

“Pips, are you going to be a good girl for us and come on my tongue?”

My eyes dart towards him before shifting back towards Sin.

With his mask still half up, the bastard’s smirk is visible, a twisted curl of satisfaction.

He knows what he did. He programmed my body to obey him, and he knows I won’t come until he says so.

He inches his cock from my face, his thumb gliding over the tip of his shaft. “C’mon, pet. Be a good girl for your brother and come for him while my whore is going to take every drop of my cum on her face.”

My breath catches in my throat as Saint playfully applies a touch of snow to my clit, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. He follows up with a hard slap and a teasing bite.

“Give it to us, little sister. Fucking drench his face with your release.”

“Oh my god,” I cry.

“God is not here for you, pet. I’m afraid you’re tangled with sinners instead.”

Like a ticking bomb, my body ignites with ecstasy, my legs spasming uncontrollably while Saint expertly brings me to the edge, extending my orgasm.

A low growl escapes Sin’s lips as I’m hit with a sudden eruption of warmth, feeling the sticky substance spread across my hair and face.

His climax seems to last just as long as mine.

My breath catches for a moment as I feel a delicate kiss on my stomach right before Sin spreads his cum over my face. His intense gaze never wavers from mine as he trails his fingers across my skin, each touch deliberate and filled with anticipation before finally gathering some and bringing it to my lips with a slow and sensual motion for me to taste.

His gaze is scorching me, prompting me to open my mouth, licking his release clean off his fingers while a growl escapes him.

“I knew you’d be good for us, Pips,” Saint whispers, planting another tender kiss on my collarbone as I fight to keep my eyes open. “Are you ready for me? Because I’m fucking hard for you.”

Saint’s touch leaves a lingering trail on my skin as he swiftly removes my shorts, leaving me exposed to the frigid snow.

Fuck, it’s cold.

“Saint.” I try to shake my head, but it feels heavy. “Don’t. I?—”

With a smirk, Saint strokes his cock while his intense gaze pierces through me. “Don’t what, Pips? Don’t stop? Or don’t do it? Because your body is telling me not to stop.”

As I open my mouth to speak, a searing pain shoots through me as he thrusts into me, causing me to let out a scream that reverberates through the air.

We both freeze in shock.

“Pips?”

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