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SINKLER

Seated in front of me, Saint’s eyes meet mine as we both impatiently wait for Harper to wake up, my fingers restlessly tapping on the table.

It won’t be long.

I added a sufficient amount of the drug to her glass, ensuring she would sleep for an hour or so.

“Did you have fun?” I raise my scotch with a wink.

The fucker didn’t lose a minute before sending me the recording, and I have to say, I’ve been hard ever since I watched it.

It’s still surprising to me she had never been intimate with anyone before, especially after the revealing conversation we had in the shower.

I can’t quite wrap my head around it, but I’m happy that my brother was the one who got to be her first.

And it’s better that way.

With what I have planned for her, I would’ve shattered her into pieces.

“I sure did. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of feeling her pussy around my coc?—”

Her piercing curses disrupt our conversation, shattering the tranquillity of the cabin.

My brother rises from his seat, curious to see what’s happening, but I quickly halt him.

“What did you do?”

“I’m implementing rules.”

“SINKLER ALEKSANDR! I know it’s you. Bring back my clothes!” she shouts, her voice echoing through the room as we hear the frantic sound of her rummaging. “NIKOLAI ALEXEI MIKHAILOV, I SWEAR TO GOD IF IT’S YOU…”

“Ooh, she’s giving the full name,” I say, my body shaking with laughter at the grimace on his face.

“You took her clothes. Why is she shouting at me?”

A few seconds later, she comes downstairs wearing my hoodie and my joggers, twice her size, looking cosy and comfortable.

Cosy and comfortable is not what she will be.

“You,” she points her finger at me with a glare of anger. “Where have you put my clothes?” Her hand shoots up to her head, a grimace forming on her face, indicating a potential side effect from the sleeping pills.

I slowly rise to my feet, sauntering towards her with a leisurely gait. I lift her chin with my finger, urging her to meet my gaze.

“Rules, pet. No clothes in the house.”

“W-what? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m very serious.”

“But—”

“Take them off. Now.”

“Sin,” she pleads.

“I said now,” I snap, my voice filled with an unmistakable sharpness that instantly puts her on edge. I wait for her to argue, but to my surprise, she oddly complies.

“And take your time,” Saint smirks.

Her eyes shoot daggers at him, a deadly gaze that could strike fear into anyone else.

She begins by taking off her joggers and placing them on the floor before lifting the hoodie that covers her upper legs, revealing her perfect tits before throwing them at my face.

“Happy?” she mumbles.

I move forward, my hand gently caressing her bare leg before tracing a path up to her intimate area, then continuing upward to lightly brush against her stomach and between her breasts, finally gripping her throat.

As my hand wraps around her, she gasps, a momentary shock that will teach her a valuable lesson about showing me respect.

“Zayka? 1 , Zayka, Zayka. I thought I was clear about respect?” I tighten a bit more, and my cock wakes up at the sensation of her pulse between my fingers. “From now on, I want you completely naked. And if we have to go out, no underwear is allowed.” I gesture towards the sofa behind me. “Sit. We have to talk.”

She attempts to cover herself while walking, but the sound coming from me startles her, prompting her to swiftly retract her hands.

Harper settles in on the opposite side of my brother while I sink into the plush, solitary sofa.

“How are you feeling?”

She raises her brow, a look of surprise crossing her face, most likely because my concern caught her off guard. And she’s right. I asked for a selfish reason.

“I’m okay.”

“What about your head?”

She swallows the lump in her throat before answering. “It’s bouncing. As if I was...” she begins, but her words are cut short as her eyes widen, understanding what happened and why her head hurts.

Her body shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

She needs to get used to it.

“You took my clothes!”

“I might have,” I shrug.

“What the fuck, Sin?”

“Language. Your punishment will only get worse.”

She scoffs while Saint looks at us with intrigue.

He knows what she’s doing online, but he never saw us together.

“You took them without reason, and you think I’m going to shut up?”

Brat.

“Precisely.”

With her mouth poised to speak again, I quickly lift two fingers, a signal that she understands as a warning against crossing the line for the third time.

She knows that the third warning will not go over smoothly with me and will carry consequences.

Well, she knows her Master won’t.

“Something you want to add? Careful with your words.”

Nervously, she fidgets with her fingers and bobs her head down before speaking.

“That can never happen again. I… I don’t think I can?—”

“What can’t?” asks Saint, knowing perfectly what she meant.

But she needs to get used to putting words on it because none of us will ever let her go. Even though we had a quick discussion earlier, I knew her feelings would come crashing down.

“This.” She gestures between the three of us before hiding her face between her hands. “Oh my god. I let you take my virginity. I let my brother be my first.”

“That I was.” He gets closer to her and lifts her head. “That was unexpected, but the most fucking beautiful gift you could have given me.”

Fucking fluff.

Slowly, she shifts her gaze from him to meet my eyes.

“How long have you known?”

“How long have I known you’re showing what’s ours to everyone to see? A long time.”

“Since when have you been… How long have you been…” her words trail off.

“Your Master?” Crossing one leg over the other, I raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “I don’t think it’s relevant. I know your body. I know what you need and what you crave. Only we can give you that.”

She shakes her head, still in denial. “It’s wrong. So wrong. What would people think? Our parents?”

“Do you think I care about others? Especially our parents after how they treated you? You need to understand something, Zayka. There’s no way out for you. Now, let me explain the rules to you.” I shift in my seat but never take my eyes off hers. “As I said, I want you naked at all times. I want complete access to your body 24/7. You’ll follow our orders and act like the perfect slut you are for us. You’re not allowed to touch yourself except when we say so. We’ll fuck you in every corner of this cabin. Awake, asleep or drugged. You’ll take us both and our cum wherever we want to give it to you because that’s what whores do for their brothers. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head, but her gaze says something else.

She wants it desperately, but deep down, she knows it’s morally questionable.

Standing up, I make my way towards the drawer and take out the collar and leash that I had brought along for her.

The thin, black collar has a lock on it, making it impossible to remove without the key.

It’s perfect for my pet.

Her eyes lock onto the collar as I walk back towards her, and her mouth opens in surprise at the sight.

Without uttering a single word, I place it around her neck and secure the leash to it.

There’s enough length for me to sit back while keeping it between my fingers.

“People will die before they have the time to utter a single word to you about it. You want to know why?” She nods eagerly. “Because you’re the fucking Printsesa Mikhailov Bratvy? 2 . And soon, you’ll be the Koroleva? 3 among them. You have an entire empire at your feet, and neither me, Nikolai, or The Blackthorns will allow anything to happen to you.”

“The Blackthorns?” she asks, confused.

And I don’t blame her. She doesn’t fully grasp the significance of being chosen by a Blackthorn boy, and now she finds herself chosen by two.

“Zayka. From the moment we chose you as our prey, you have had their undivided protection.”

As she listens to me, she swallows audibly and tries to absorb every word.

“Now that's out of the way… Come here, pet. Crawl to me.”

I raise myself slightly to tug down my shorts, feeling the leash still securely in my hand as I observe her licking her lips, torn between giving in or resisting.

With my hand wrapped around my cock, I stroke it slowly, feeling the intensity build. I tighten my grip on the leash, giving it a hard tug, causing her body to jolt forward with a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“I think I gave you an order.”

She gives an embarrassed glance at Saint before slowly rising to her feet and gracefully sinking to her knees.

My cock hardens as I watch her tits bounce with each crawl, her ass fully on display for my brother to see.

I give the leash a firm tug, causing her to abruptly move forward and her cheek to almost collide with my knees.

“Tsk.” I click my tongue disapprovingly, feeling the slight pressure as it meets the roof of my mouth. “Next time, you better be faster.”

Her body is inches away from my dick, and fuck if I don’t want to take her right now.

While still holding the leash, I pinch her nipple, eliciting a moan from her, while my other hand maintains a steady rhythm on my shaft.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you. No idea how long I’ve been fantasising about seeing you crawl for me and not behind a screen.” As I run my fingers through her hair, I clutch a handful, causing her to let out a groan. “I’m going to destroy your mouth, and then, I’ll do the same with your cunt.” I smirk. “I know you’re sore, but it’ll only get worse once I’m done with you. Now, you’re going to take everything I give you while Saint watches you being used like the fucktoy you are.”

She opens her mouth, likely ready to object, but I seize the chance to firmly press her head down and lodge my shaft deep in her throat with force.

Her cough and gag vibrate around me, prompting me to keep my hands on her head and forcing her to keep me deep.

“Fuuuuck,” I grunt. “Your mouth was made to get fucked.” I release her head for a second, allowing her to catch her breath, but thrust back into her wet mouth. She keeps coughing, but it only adds fuel to my hunger.

I fuck my sister’s mouth as if I had no tomorrow, my veins pulsating with each thrust.

“Eyes on me,” I order.

Saint kneels behind her, his hands pushing mine aside as his own take their place.

“You’re so good for him, Kukla? 4 . Look how well you take him.” His hands apply pressure on her head, forcing her to take me deeper. “Look how well you let him use you.”

He bobs her head faster, making me groan each time my cock touches the back of her throat.

Droplets of saliva fall onto my legs as she attempts to lean on them for support. I give a hard pull on the leash, signalling her to keep her hands behind her back, and she complies instantly.

Watching her, I can feel the heat coursing through my body while her tear-filled baby-blue eyes captivate me.

“Do you like that? Do you like your brother’s cock lodged deep in your throat?” She lets out an audible moan in response to my words while Saint guides her hand to firmly grasp my balls.

My body trembles as a low growl reverberates within me, intensifying the indescribable sensation. She continues to grip tightly as I raise my hips, urging her to take me deeper.

Fuck. I’m going to come in her mouth if she keeps doing that.

Her tears roll down her face, and I instinctively use my thumb to wipe them away. I bring it to my mouth, tasting the saltiness, all the while never breaking our locked eyes.

“Mmmm. I could spend days watching the tears falling down your face.”

I thrust forcefully into her mouth, making sure she feels every inch, before gripping her hair and pulling her away from me, eliciting a moan and a cough from her.

“Craving for more, pet?” I raise my brow at her with a smirk. With tears staining her cheeks, I press my hand against her mouth, feeling the resistance as I force it open and spit into her mouth. “Swallow.” She tries to resist, but I firmly shut her mouth, making her unwillingly take it. “You’ll take everything I give to you.” With a satisfied smile, I watch as she swallows, her throat contracting. “Look at you, begging without a word.”

I abruptly stand up, causing both her and my brother to lose their balance, before tightly gripping the leash and urging her to stand.

The tightness around her throat intensifies her cough, but I quickly push her onto the sofa, causing her to stumble and land on her knees. I then deliver a forceful slap to her ass, the impact resonating through my hand.

She gasps in surprise, but I don’t give her a chance to react as I forcefully thrust into her.

”Fuck!” She’s incredibly tight, making it feel like there is barely any room for movement as I try to fully enter her. I could tell her to breathe and that her body would adapt to my size, but I want her to feel me. I want her to feel the bruises I’ll leave internally. I groan as I move at a frantic pace, my muscles aching with each thrust. “You’re fucking soaked. I knew you’d like to be our toy.”

“Sin,” she cries out in pain and pleasure. “Oh. My. God.”

“I think you meant Oh. My. Sinners,” I correct.

Her fingers grip the sofa so tightly that they turn pale, while the distinct red mark from the collar stands out on her neck.

And what a fucking view.

Overwhelmed by my urge to leave my mark, I sink my teeth into her shoulder with such force that she lets out a howl of pain.

“Your screams are like music to my ears.”

With my hand gripping her ass, the sound of the TV pierces through the air, making me instinctively turn my head to look.

Dirty fucker.

Without warning, I abruptly detach myself from her comforting warmth and forcefully twist her by the hair, making her face the TV.

“Look how good you got fucked.”

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees herself on the screen, the realisation of what Saint had done while she was completely unaware.

On the screen, Saint gently runs his fingers through her hair as he slowly enters her mouth.

“Look how fucking perfect you’re taking me.” Saint grins.

“Even asleep, you’re craving for our dicks,” I whisper into her ear before thrusting back into her. “Ahhhh. And you like that, don’t you, Zayka? You’re fucking drenched. Dripping all over my cock.”

Saint leans closer, his hand gently caressing the curve of her breast, and as he twists her nipples, she tightens around me with a moan, sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

“Did you like that, Zayka? Getting fucked while you were passed out? Not knowing what was happening while he used your body as his personal fucktoy?”

With each word, she contracts even more tightly.

Yeah, she liked it all right.

“Words, pet. I asked you a question?” My thrusts are strong and deep, leaving her no time to take a breath.

“I- Yes,” she cries out.

I pull out once more, taking her with me as I settle onto the sofa, positioning her on top of me.

“You’re going to ride me like the perfect slut you are for us while you keep your eyes locked on the TV.”

She nods as she slowly lowers herself onto me, savouring every inch of my hardness.

Instinctively, my hand tightly grips her hips as I thrust forcefully, the rhythmic impact of my balls against her ass intensifying with each motion.

The room is a chaotic blend of her moans, the wetness of our movements, and my deep groans.

She feels so fucking good wrapped around me, as if her sinful body was made for us. Made for her brothers to fuck her.

Her moans echo around us, her attention locked on the screen as Saint penetrates her, her body tightly wrapped in the soft glow of the fairy lights.

“Are you going to come a first time for me, pet?” I pull on the leash, redirecting her attention towards me. With her mouth forming a perfect “O,” a piercing scream escapes her lips, and I can’t ignore the warm drip of saliva on my legs.

I look up and find Saint smirking, his fingers sliding into her ass.

“Full, baby sis?” He chuckles.

“W-what are you doing?” she struggles to speak with the pressure of his fingers.

I tightly grip her collar, pulling her closer, and feel the weight of her body leaning against mine.

“He’s getting you ready,” I groan as I push into her.

My teeth pierce the delicate flesh of her neck, eliciting a sharp cry from her, and I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as a red welt starts to emerge.

“Fuck. Ahh. R-ready for what?”

“Ready for me to take your ass.”

“W-what? No. You can’t.”

A low chuckle leaves my lips as I grip her hair to lock her in place.

“Yes, I can, and I will. You’re going to take the both of us at the same time while you keep your eyes on the TV, watching how fucking good he fucked you right after taking your virginity.”

Saint spits on his hand before stroking his shaft and glances at me with a smirk.

He had her cunt first, but her ass belongs to me.

I bring her head closer and crash my lips on hers, biting and sucking while she contracts around me.

“You’re going to come for me first, pet,” I whisper against her lips. “Squirt on me. Let me feel how fucking good you like my cock before I take your ass.”

I slap her breast, feeling the clash of my rings against her nipple, while Saint spanks her ass and keeps his fingers inside her with a firm grip.

That’s all she needed to shatter around me.

Her piercing shriek echoes through the air as her warm liquid splashes onto me, exploding like a time bomb hungry for more.

Fuuuuck. I never thought my little sister would be the squirting type of girl, but fuck me if I don’t love it.

“You’re squeezing my fingers,” grunts Saint. “Keep doing that, and I’ll be the one taking your ass.”

Not a fucking chance.

“That’s it. Such a dirty slut for me,” I groan as she keeps coming. “You were made for this kind of sin.”

Her head droops onto my shoulder, her body trembling, but I’m only just beginning with her.

Saint sits next to me, his clothes already off, and glances at me with a grin.

Without any notice, I lift Harper from me, eliciting a howl of surprise from her, and settle her on Saint’s lap.

“Slowly,” I grunt as I see her take Saint’s cock inch by inch. “That’s it. Take him fully.”

I strip off my remaining clothes and eagerly position myself on the sofa, ensuring that my erection is within her reach.

“Spit on it, baby. Get me ready for your ass.”

With a moan, her head tilts backwards, her hand slowly lifting towards her mouth.

“Nyet? 5 ,” I shove her hand. “Spit directly on my cock.”

Her hands tightly clutch Saint’s shoulders as he forcefully makes her bounce on him before she tilts her head and spits on my shaft.

“That’s it. Get me soaked and ready for you,” I moan, my hand gliding over it a few times before she adds another generous amount of saliva.

I position myself behind her, and as Saint slows down his thrust, I press against her back, causing her to lean into his torso.

“Ready for me?” I spread her ass cheeks apart, spitting on her tight hole, making sure to apply a generous amount of saliva before spreading it.

“No?” she gasps when she feels my tip teasing her hole.

Saint and I can’t help but let out a guttural laugh, amused by the uncertainty in her answer.

“You’ll be fine,” he tries to reassure her.

“I don’t think I’ll—” Her voice is abruptly silenced as I forcefully thrust inside her, leaving her no time to recover her breath.

Fuck. Me.

She’s so tight that I doubt I’ll be able to hold on for much longer.

As Saint and I thrust simultaneously, my hands firmly grasp her hips, trapping her body between us. The glow of the Christmas lights still illuminates the room, casting a soft glow on the image on the TV.

“You look so good full of us, Kukla,” Saint groans as his thrusts become harder. “I can’t wait to see your belly grow with our child.”

“W-what? You want me pregnant?” she breathes out.

“Fuck yeah. Imagine us worshipping your growing belly while taking care of this pussy of yours. Would you like that?”

I have to say, picturing her nurturing our legacy is an incredibly thrilling image.

“I…”

“Maybe you already are,” he continues while I make sure her eyes stay glued to the TV screen by blocking her head.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” I whisper in her ear. “Look how hard he shot his load into your cunt.”

“I…Shit. I need…”

“What do you need, pet?” I can feel my thighs ablaze, the heat intensifying as I push my cock deeper. “Do you need to come?”

“Please,” she sobs, her hands gripping Saint’s shoulders so tightly that they turn white.

“Do you understand who you belong to? Do you understand that there’s no way out for you but to embrace hell with us?” I growl as I feel my orgasm reaching its peak.

“Y-Yes,” she cries out, her voice trembling with the effort to hold back her own release.

“Good. Then come for us, Zayka. Show us how much you love us.”

Her body begins to quiver uncontrollably while she leans on Saint, and I can feel him convulsing inside her.

Fucking hell.

Their sounds surround me until I can’t take it anymore.

Pulling out of her warmth, I stand on the sofa and stroke my shaft a few times before coming all over her face.

“Open up, baby sis, and take all of him,” murmurs Saint, stroking her hair.

The intensity of my orgasm is so overwhelming that I’m momentarily blinded by a burst of white dots.

It’s an indescribable state of bliss as I observe her visage being coated with my cum.

Fucking Christ!

My breath is laboured as I watch Saint gathering my cum with his fingers and sliding them into her mouth.

While I’m usually the one doing it, observing my twin doing it for me is really satisfying.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur as I kiss the top of her head.

1 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)

2 ? Bratva Princess

3 ? Queen

4 ? Doll (KOOK - la)

5 ? No