I kick off my sneakers and obey him, feeling my face flush with anticipation.

When I'm in arms reach he takes my chin in one hand and kisses me deeply. I stumble into him and we take a few steps back.

I moan into his mouth, and at the same time Arlo's back behind me, hands sliding down my sides to my hips. He takes the hem of my hoodie and pulls it up, breaking my kiss with Ollie.

"On the bed, Baby Brother," Ollie says, spinning me so I'm facing my bed.

My full-size mattress with Target sheets are nothing compared to their King with its black silk ones, but the boys don't seem to mind because Arlo climbs onto my bed without further instruction and lies on his back, head propped up with my pillows. His chest is heaving and his hair is a mess from the day, but he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

"Pants off," Ollie says from his position behind me, and Arlo obeys. We watch him strip down to nothing but his boxers.

Ollies hands slide up my stomach and presses right between my breasts. "Want to see something fun?" He breathes in my ear.

I nod.

Ollie grabs the band of my leggings and slams me into him; his erection digs into my back. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Big Brother," I say, breathless.

I can feel him grin against my neck. "Touch yourself, Baby Brother."

Arlo's mouth goes slack when Ollie reaches up and roughly pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts for him. He drinks me in, and his hand slides beneath his underwear to stroke himself. "You are so fucking beautiful, Wren," he breathes.

I let out a small whine when Ollie takes one of my nipples and pinches it between his fingers. I lean back into him, not taking my eyes off Arlo, who's watching my nipples harden.

Ollie's other hand slips into my panties and finds its way down to my clit.

"Fuck," I moan before I can stop myself.

Arlo can't stop himself; he pulls his thick cock out of his underwear so we can see him.

"You like that, Wren?" Ollie asks, pushing himself against me. His boner is fighting to break free, too. "You like when Baby Brother beats it for you?"

I whine in response; his finger toys with my clit, running circles around it while his whole hand massages my breast. The heat builds up within me—little spasms of pleasure run from my breasts down to my core and back.

"Not yet, Little Wren," Ollie says, taking his hands back. Without warning, he pushes me down onto my hands on the bed. I cry out in pleasure as he strips my leggings off.

"I want to touch you," I tell Arlo, who's legs are spread on either side of me. His cock is bulging as he pumps it.

"What was that, Little Wren?" Ollie asks, spreading my cheeks apart, fully exposing my core.

My hands ball in my sheets and I turn to look back at him, fighting the urge to close my legs. "Can I touch Baby Brother, please?"

"So wet," Ollie says, ignoring me. He slides his fingers along my slit and I fight the urge to lean back on them.

"Didn't you say you were hungry, Big Brother?" Arlo asks, eyes locked on me.

"I am," Ollie says, slipping a finger inside me.

I moan.

"How about Little Wren?" he asks, slowly pulling his finger out. "Is she hungry?"

I nod. "Yes, Big Brother, I am."

"You are?" Finger in.

"Yes."

"How hungry?" Finger out.

"Fuck, very hungry, Big Brother."

"Hungry for what?" Two fingers in.

I cry out. "For Baby Brother's cock. Please."

"Then I guess we should eat," he says, pushing me forward.

My lips find Arlo's tip. At the same time, Ollie's tongue finds my entrance.

Arlo's hand curls into my hair as he pushes me down on him, and I've never been so satisfied to be so full. I cradle his balls in my hand and he lets out a groan as I squeeze them.

Ollie's tongue explores me, inside and out. My own slides around Arlo's shaft. I feel myself lean into Ollie's mouth, and just when I think I might be getting close he pulls away from me.

Fucking hell.

"Don't cum yet, Baby Brother," he says, and Arlo's hold on me releases.

I come off him, gasping. Saliva runs down my chin and I turn to Ollie.

"Where's your collar?" He asks. He looks calm, but his voice shakes. I notice he's taken off his underwear and his cock is just as hard as Arlo's.

I point to my bedside table, to the glass jewelry box.

"Get it."

I roll off of Arlo and take the soft choker from its home.

"Help her put it on, Baby Brother," he says.

I sit in front of Arlo, who helps me buckle it with shaky fingers. He kisses my neck once it's fastened.

"Back down," he says.

While Arlo lies back down I go to resume my position on my knees, but Ollie grabs me and pushes me down on my back between Arlo's legs. My head rests on his thigh, right next to his cock, which rages inches from my face.

Ollie stares down at both of us before kneeling on the bed. He pushes my legs apart with his knees. Slowly, he leans down, hands on either side of me, until he's close enough to whisper, "Tell me when you're going to cum."

I nod. "Yes, Big Brother."

He looks up at Arlo. "You're not allowed to cum yet."

"Yes, Big Brother," he says grudgingly.

Ollie smirks in response, but his smile quickly fades when his eyes find mine again. "Ready, Little Wren?"

"Yes."

And then Ollie is pushing his dick inside me, slow at first to make room, inch by inch.

I gasp loudly, throwing my head back onto Arlo's thigh. His cock quivers but I don't dare try to take it into my mouth again.

Ollie groans above me and continues pushing into me; just when I think there can't be anymore left he stops and holds it.

This is the first time he's penetrated me.

I grab onto his forearms and grit my teeth, ready.

He drops his forehead down against mine and thrusts, deep.

I moan, and his mouth finds mine. I continue to cry out as he pulls out and thrusts into me again, and again.

"Fuck, Wren," he says, breaking the kiss. "You're so fucking tight."

Involuntarily, I reach up to grab onto something, anything, and it's Arlo's dick I find.

Arlo groans but Ollie doesn't seem to notice because he doesn't stop. In and out of me, harder and faster, until the bed is shaking and Arlo pulls my hair.

That does it—the spasm shoots through all of me, with the electricity finally having its release. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I cry out, unable to keep my eyes open. I squirm under Ollie but he doesn't let up.

Instead he bangs me harder. "Yes, Wren, yes," he says, voice rough.

My climax subsides but Ollie's still fucking me and Arlo's moaning my name as I stroke his cock.

Ollie realizes what I'm doing and grabs my hands. He pulls them down to my lower stomach and holds them there. The pressure pushes against his cock inside me and a whole new sensation shoots up my body. He glares at Arlo through the hair that's fallen in his face. "What did I fucking say, Baby Brother?"

"Fuck, Ollie," Arlo pleads, giving my hair another tug.

Then, almost unaware it was going to happen, Ollie tenses over me. I feel his dick throb inside me as he climaxes. Our eyes lock as it happens and his mouth hangs open as he fills me.

He pulls out of me when he's done, trembling.

I let out a breath and make a move to sit up, but Ollie pushes me back down against Arlo's thigh.

"Finish Baby Brother, Little Wren," he says, tone commanding.

Even though I'm exhausted, Arlo's cock is still hard and with it being so close to my face I find myself sticking my tongue out to lick it.

Arlo moans and that only makes me want to take him into my mouth again.

"You've eaten enough," Ollie says, looping a finger through the ring on my collar and yanking me upwards. He keeps me facing him and draws Arlo's legs together so I can straddle him.

Keeping me upright, he backs me up on my knees so Arlo's tip is right on my clit. It's so sensitive he hardly has to touch it for me to whine. Ollie's juices and mine drip out of me.

Arlo grabs onto my ass and squeezes, and I lean my head back.

Ollie leads me down onto Arlo's dick; it slips inside me with ease and once again I'm filled. "Bounce for Baby Brother, Wren."

I do as I'm told and drop down onto Arlo. His hands find my hips and along with Ollie holding onto the collar guides me up and down.

"Arlo," I cry out.

"Wren, you feel so fucking good," Arlo responds, gripping onto my hips.

"What do you want from Baby Brother?" Ollie asks me as his hand slides around my throat.

I close my eyes. "I want him to cum."

"Cum where?" Grip tightens.

"Cum inside me." The heat quickly builds within me again; I can't help the molten lava that seems to have replaced my blood.

As if he can tell, Ollie grips tighter. "What do you want?" he repeats.

"I want his cum."

"What do you fucking want, Wren?"

"I want to cum!"

As if the magic words were spoken, the lava overflows and erupts inside me. At the same time, Arlo pulls me down against him and holds me there. Through my own pleasure I can feel him release his with me.