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.

"Please what?" Ollie questions. He pinches my clit.

"Please," I gasp. "Please make me cum."

Ollie grabs my bound hands and pulls me against him. "How?"

"I—" I struggle to find the words through the heat soaking me. "I don't know—"

Arlo thrusts his fingers deeper and faster.

"Tell me," Ollie whispers. "Tell me how to make you cum."

"I—I want his tongue," I say.

Ollie glances down at Arlo, then up at me. "Tell him, then."

"Arlo," I whine, "Can I have your tongue?"

Ollie delivers a slap to my clit and I cry out. "I said tell him, not ask him."

I squirm and Arlo looks up at me, mouth open and ready.

"Arlo, put your tongue in me."

And so he does. His wet muscle finds its way over my clit and into my slit. It's warm and strong and sends a spasm through me. I close my eyes and tighten my legs around his head as the orgasm floods over my core.

Even after it subsides Arlo still works his mouth against my entrance. Ollie releases me and I nearly fall backwards, onto the chair.

Before I can, though, Ollie says, "Baby Brother, in the chair."

Arlo obliges, wiping his mouth on his arm. Ollie positions me facing Arlo with both legs on either side of him before getting behind me. He grabs a fistful of my hair and leans me forward so my face is inches from Arlo's.

The younger brother gives me a grin and sticks out his tongue to give me a lick on the nose. My laugh is cut short by his dick being set free of his underwear and hitting me on the clit.

Ollie's hold on my head is released and instead moves to my bound hands. "Ask Baby Brother if he's ready to cum," he says in my ear.

"Are you ready to cum, Arlo?" I ask sweetly.

By a way of response, Arlo places the tip of his hard cock against my entrance. He moves it back and forth, getting himself wet. I shiver over top of him, wanting to drop down on his dick. I wish I had my hands.

"Don't move," Ollie says to me, and he releases me.

I'm breathing too heavily, and Arlo licks his lips, watching me.

There's movement behind me, then the world goes dark. Ollie's slipped the blindfold over my eyes. It's cool and soft.

"Don't gag me," I whisper, slightly panicked.

"Not until you beg for it," Ollie responds. His hands slide down my arms.

The tip of Arlo's cock pushes into my entrance. I let out a satisfied groan. Suddenly I'm aware of the heat radiating off of the both of them. It's like I'm stuck in a cabin with fires on either side of me. I can hear Ollie's breathing from behind me, and Arlo's little gasps as he pushes himself deeper inside me.

Ollie gently pushes me down onto Arlo's cock until he's fully inside of me. My head falls back in pleasure. Being filled by Arlo is like nothing else.

Then his hands are on my hips and together the boys guide me up and down. It's slow at first; then the rhythm picks up. Arlo's hands grip me tighter and Ollie bites down on my shoulder, just like the first time we were together.

I moan at the sound of my thighs hitting Arlo's as the pounding continues.

"Wren," he moans.

Ollie's hand slides around my neck and he squeezes. I cry out.

"You'd better give Little Wren your cum, Baby Brother, before she explodes," Ollie says, gripping tighter. His voice is husky and restrained.

I feel the orgasm building up in me again, but I don't want to keep Arlo from finishing. "Please," I beg him.

And then Arlo tenses beneath me. I sit on him as he releases, and I wish I could see his face. But I get his hands instead; his nails dig into my sides as he holds me against him and his whole body trembles beneath me.

When his hands loosen, Ollie pulls me off of him. It's his turn, I realize, and a surge of anticipation runs through me. My breathing is ragged and we're all covered in sweat, but I want to finish him.

Instead of Arlo and Ollie switching places, Ollie pushes me forward into Ollie's arms. He hoists my knees onto the seat on either side of Arlo and I find my face in the crook of his neck. Fully exposed for him, Ollie's hands slide over my ass, still partially covered by my ripped leggings.

With one more tug he severs them, then tears my underwear for good measure. I whine into Arlo's neck and squirm, but he holds me tightly against him.

Ollie grabs onto my ass again and pulls my cheeks apart. "Have you ever tried anal, Little Wren?"

A cold fear spreads through me. "No."

Ollie's finger finds the hole that no finger has found before. He probes the tender spot. "Would you like to lose that virginity tonight?"

"No, please."

He must sense the fear in my voice because his finger moves down to my slit. "I can wait."

He's ready to go because the next sound I hear is his jeans unzipping and then the head of his cock is sitting on my clit. He taps it against me, each time making me jump and moan before sliding it into my hole.

I groan into Arlo's neck; he grabs my hair and pulls it.

Ollie gets more leverage and rams himself into me, over and over. He's rough and quick and his balls slap against my clit with every thrust. The heat swells inside me once more.

As Ollie gets closer, he slaps my ass and I have to bite down into Arlo to keep from screaming out. He pulls my hair harder and his free hand finds my breast. He pulls me out of my bra and squeezes me.

I can't hold it in anymore—my whole body trembles and tenses at the same time.

Ollie slaps my ass again and the vibration pulses through me.

When it almost becomes too much to handle Ollie buries himself deep and holds me there, not letting me waver an inch. He pulls at my bound hands and moans.

"Yes, Wren, yes."