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  It took a nudge from Andre for Ben to tear his eyes off me. As strange as the entire moment had felt, I was a little sad he stopped looking. It seemed like the first time he’d ever actually seen me since we’d met a decade ago when our parents started dating.

  “You’re hard for her, huh? Your sister’s pretty tits do it for you more than I do?” Andre asked with mock offense. He looked back at me with a grin. “Why don’t you finish getting undressed, then come over here and get a feel of him?” Andre said. As if in illustration, he cupped Ben’s balls and then gave his cock a long, languid stroke.

  I kicked off my boots and shimmied out of my jeans and panties. I’d started this demented little game, and damn if seeing Ben squirm didn’t get me hot.

  Ben’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened in surprise as I approached. I’d seen him do the same thing when we watched movies together as kids. I always found it adorable that such a total hottie like him was affected the way he was by those moments. This was a little different, though.

  “You’re not actually going to…” he backed up but Andre was behind him preventing his escape.

  “Oh, you bet I am,” I said.

  Andre removed his hand from Ben’s cock and I reached out. Ben’s hips twitched backward, but Andre grabbed him tightly and held him, whispering in his ear. “You want this as much as you wanted me. Just admit it.”

  I had the strangest urge to make gentle cooing sounds to calm him, then remembered that was the last thing I wanted. The more agitated he became, the more fun it would be for me. So I shifted even closer until my nipples brushed his chest and I could gaze up into his eyes while I continued the sweet torture. My nipples tingled deliciously at the contact and my hands itched to touch him even more. The loud thrum of my pulse in my ears made it harder to focus now, but this was absolutely already happening. I was about to touch my brother’s cock and I loved it.

  “Oh, God, Kat,” he practically moaned the words when I cupped his balls with my hand. I followed the same slow stroke that Andre had done, except I drew it out, squeezed a little tighter, and then let my thumb swirl around his tip, spreading the moisture.

  He made a little strangled noise in his throat and gazed down at me like I might be the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. He looked at me like he’d looked at the image of a constellation magnified through the observatory telescope to see the utmost detail. The love of astronomy was one of the few things we had in common. I almost wanted to tell him I wasn’t Andromeda, so he could close his mouth. The sight of his tongue slipping over his lips when his gaze drifted to my pussy made me shiver.

  Cool air from a draft tickled across the bare skin that I’d religiously waxed ever since it started growing. I hated having hair there. But the thing I knew Ben fixated on was the tattoo that I had in place of a bush.

  That had been a fun day, followed by an incredibly satisfying fuck with the tattoo artist. He’d nailed me from behind, ‘to avoid irritating the area’. I didn’t give a shit. He was a hot guy, but anonymous sex is anonymous sex. Not having to look in his eyes when he came was preferable considering I barely knew his name.

  Watching Ben’s reaction while he stared at my pussy was mesmerizing.

  “Do you want to lick her?” Andre asked.

  Ben seemed to think a moment. Thankfully… I didn’t know the answer either. Not anymore.

  Then he licked his lips and nodded his head very slowly. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” he said.

  “What?” I blurted it out without thinking. “You want to …?”

  Ben’s face twisted in an irritated grimace. “Jesus, Kat. Will you let me love you for once?”

  His words left me numb. I couldn’t not think about what they meant. I just stood there, stunned, while my brother knelt between my thighs. He didn’t just drop to his knees, though. He raised his hands and cupped my breasts first, then kind of melted down my body with his mouth kissing and licking the entire way and his hands sliding down my sides until they reached around and squeezed my ass.

  Each bit of warm contact made it painfully clear to me that somehow my plan was going to hell. I had no idea how to reign it back in, or even if I wanted to.

  Chapter 4

  When Ben was finally face-to-pussy he looked at it like he’d just had a nice date with my snatch and wanted to give it a memorable kiss good night. And then his lips were suddenly pressed against me, his tongue buried as deep as it would go. The invasion happened so fast I could barely process the intense, unexpected sensation of his eager tongue slipping between my folds.

  “I kind of thought you were gay,” I whispered to the top of his head when I could finally catch my breath. I threaded my fingers through his hair and clenched it tight after the first sweet flick against my clit. He was good…too good. He seemed to know precisely what pattern to lick that would blow my mind. I didn’t want him to stop, but I hated that I loved it so much.

  “Oh, fuck, Ben. This is so wrong,” I said when it started to feel way too nice to deny. Like it would’ve been okay to have my brother lick my pussy if I didn’t enjoy it.

  Ben chuckled against me. “Yeah, it is. That’s why I love it. That’s why I love you.”

  I froze at the words. “Ben? You don’t really mean that, do you?”

  He paused and spoke into my snatch, his lips brushing me with each word. “I’ve loved you for a decade, Kat. You’ve just been such a bitch I didn’t have the balls to tell you. Andre knew.” He glanced over his shoulder at the man who had apparently betrayed me.

  “I’m not going to fuck you…you’re my brother!” I pulled away from him, suddenly too conscious that I’d lost control of the situation. It was one thing to suggest doing it to toy with him, but now that the tables had turned I was scrambling to figure out how to get out of it.

  “You just had my tongue in your snatch, Kat!” Ben yelled from his solitary kneeling position on the floor where I’d left him.

  “Yeah, and it was nice, but you’re still a fucking asshole!”

  As adamant as I was about it, my libido had other ideas. I hadn’t quite come from his glorious tongue, though he’d gotten me close. And I kind of hated Andre for orchestrating the entire thing and then standing back to watch the fallout. He was still there, with that stupid, sexy grin of his, and I was furious about all of it.

  “You! You bastard!” I launched myself at Andre. “Did you plan this? Did you know already?”

  Andre laughed and grabbed my wrists. He was too strong for me and I fell against him. It took a second for me to remember that I was actually still naked, and he was very much aware of it. He held me against him, his soft lips whispering, “Let him make love to you. He needs it.”

  “He’s my brother,” I murmured.

  “Not really…I know that much,” he whispered. “He needs to get over you to be with me, though. I love him and you’re just standing in the way, sweetness. So just let him, alright?”

  He kept a tight hold on me and pulled me toward the bed. He lowered himself onto it and lay back, holding me tight to his chest while he did. The motion left me prone on top of him and I could feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans against my hip

  It was the first time I’d been that close to him and I was suddenly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the situation.

  “Why don’t you fuck us both?” Ben’s voice came from behind. I turned and gave Ben a questioning glance over my shoulder. “You want it, don’t you, Kat? I want to see you come undone while I fuck you. If that means sharing you with Andre…” He smiled. “Well, I’ll gladly share.”

  It occurred to me suddenly that I could get out of this the same way I got into it…I could threaten to tell my stepmother her son was gay just to keep him from fucking me.

  “You don’t have to do this, Ben. Mom doesn’t need to know you’re a deviant perv if you just stop now…”

  “Is that why you’re so wet?” he asked. His fingers slipped deep into me from behind. “Jesus,
Kat. Did I do that to you? Who’s the deviant perv?” He chuckled and pressed his fingers deeper.

  “Fuck you, Ben.” I only managed to get the words out before I lost my breath completely. His fingers made me want to whimper and squirm at how good they felt but Andre still held me too tight to gain any traction. Andre chuckled and tilted his hips up into me.

  My mind was turning to mush under Ben’s touch. He stroked his thumb against my asshole and did something incredibly delicious with his fingers just as he slipped his thumb past my puckered opening. I couldn’t repress the cry of pleasure, but I also couldn’t let this go on. I spread my legs wider—to give myself more leverage to get away, is what I told myself—but it left me even more exposed. At that same second one of Andre’s hands moved between us to finish unzipping his jeans and pull out his cock. The hot length of it pressed into my belly and I tilted my hips reflexively, aching to feel his hot, smooth skin rub me in the same spot that Ben was already teasing relentlessly

  “You like that, huh?” Ben asked. “How would you like both of us inside this tight pussy of yours?”

  My clit throbbed and I twitched my hips again, trying my best to angle enough to brush the sensitive bundle against Andre’s cock. I needed to rub on something, that’s for sure. I squirmed until one of my arms made it between us and I could finally reach down and wrap my fingers around that glorious thick shaft.

  Andre moaned at the stroke I gave him and sank his teeth into my shoulder. He was becoming less of a target and more of a hindrance to me getting at Ben, though. I was too aware of the presence of those fingers, especially now that Ben had what felt like all four of them buried deep in my pussy while his thumb still worked at my asshole. And I couldn’t shake the idea of his beautiful cock still looming back there, hard as a rock and ready to sink into me.

  I hadn’t done this to get my rocks off as much as I had to humiliate my stupid brother, but here I was, held down with him fingering me to distraction.

  “Are you gonna come like this, Kat? Or would you rather come on my cock? Why don’t we try that now?”

  “Oh, God, Ben. We can’t.” Even as I said it, my body betrayed me. My hand stroked Andre faster and my pussy clenched hard around Ben’s fingers. He was perilously close to actually making me come and the mere suggestion of having him fuck me to climax made me even wetter. As lovely a cock as my brother had, my craving him was just as much about how very wrong it was to want him inside me.

  “I think we can. Turn her over, Andre.”

  Chapter 5

  The huge, dark arms that held me shifted and gripped my shoulders. Andre turned me like a rag doll and I didn’t even resist. My ass came to rest against his pelvis and his cock sprang loose between my legs, canting slightly to the right and resting hotly against my thigh. He scooted us both farther back on the bed, every flex of his muscular chest tickling against my back.

  I got a nice view of Ben from that angle. He seemed like a stranger to me now, though. I didn’t see my jerk-face of a brother anymore. I saw the lean muscled strength of an athlete and a lovely face flushed with lust. His blue eyes blazed with desire and my entire body tingled under his gaze. He was targeting me with that look, and gently stroking his own cock while he did it.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about having you just like this?” he asked. “God, you are so beautiful and you don’t even seem to know. I think that’s the thing I love most. That and your epic tits. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who has tits as spectacular as yours are. And fuck if that tattoo doesn’t make them even more gorgeous.”

  I couldn’t even respond. I was too anxious about the way he casually sauntered closer while he spoke, until the bed dipped from him climbing on and straddling my legs where they were pinned by Andre’s. But when he made the comment about my tits, I heard Andre murmur a sound of agreement in my ear and his embrace of me shifted. Both his hands slid higher and cupped my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my already hard and sensitive nipples.

  “That’s right,” Ben said, his lips curling into a wicked, hungry smile. He leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side. I don’t know what it was that made me moan from pleasure the most—the fact that his cock slid along the top of my pussy or his lips wrapping around one of my nipples. He rolled the hard nub around with his tongue and Andre whispered in my ear. “You like that tongue of his, don’t you?”

  Yeah, I did. But it was something else that made my mind go blank from pleasure. With one hand Ben gripped his cock and swiped the tip up and down between my lust-wettened folds, then pressed it teasingly at my entrance.

  “This is it, Kat,” he said, pulling back and looking directly in my eyes. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock.”

  I did squirm and whimper then, just to get closer. I was having a really hard time figuring out how to actually articulate words as simple as, “Yes, please fuck me, Ben.” My pussy ached to have him in me. As if sensing my need, Andre hooked both his feet around my lower legs and spread me wider.

  “She’s ready, aren’t you, Kitty Kat? I can feel your pussy juice leaking all over me.”

  “Yes,” I finally managed to squeak out just as Ben tilted his hips and thrust into me a tiny bit. It couldn’t have been more than the first inch or two of his cock, but the sweet stretch of him finally being in me made me cry out.

  “Oh, fuck, you’re tight. And here I thought you were such a little slut the last few years. I hated the idea of anyone else ever fucking you. How many men have you fucked, Kat?”

  Jesus, he wanted to have a conversation? I twitched my hips trying to get him in deeper, but he smirked and pulled back.

  “You want more of me, you’ve gotta spill. How many?”

  I wracked my brain. There had been a handful but none so well endowed as my brother or Andre. And it had probably been a year since the last guy—the tattooist.

  “A few? I don’t know. And for the record I fucking hate you. Now will you just fuck me?”

  “Only if you promise me something. Promise me after tonight only my cock gets to be inside you. Because I’ll fucking kill any other man who touches you.”

  I heard a throat clearing right in my ear. Ben glanced at Andre and smiled. “Well, me or Andre, I guess.”

  I doubted I could hold to a promise like that but I wanted him so badly I nodded. The sweet, slow friction of his cock sinking into me made me flutter my eyelids in pleasure.

  “Ben…Oh, God…” Before I could get out more words his mouth descended on mine, his tongue invading with its sweet, malty flavor. He’d been drinking beer. The flavor hit me in the most abstract way as I kissed him back. Of course my brother the pretty frat boy would taste like beer.

  More than that, though, the feel of his mouth claiming mine shattered my former impressions of him as the irritating, too-pretty, too-arrogant brother I’d grown up with. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and full of promise. Then his cock plunged into me with a sudden, swift thrust and all the broken pieces of that old impression were swept away like detritus in a strong wind.

  I clung to him with both hands, devouring his kiss with my own hungry lips. Andre’s hands shifted, one still clutching my breast and teasing my nipple, while the other moved somewhere beyond my field of vision. It wasn’t until I felt his cock shift along my inner thigh that I realized what he was after.

  Ben realized it at the same time, and slowed his fucking, pulling out long enough to help. I watched down my pinned torso as Ben gripped Andre’s huge black cock and stroked it once. He aimed the tip at my pussy and swirled the swollen head around my slick clit, the sensation sending swift jolts of pleasure through my body.

  Holy shit, he knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t ready to stop there.

  He slid his own shaft against Andre’s and held them tight in one fist, one dark and one light, aiming them both at my hungry pussy. The slow stretch of both cocks entering me hurt at first, but I was so wet, they only had to thrust a lit
tle to sink deeper. Once both tips slipped inside me, I think my brain shut down from the pleasure of them filling me to my utmost limits.

  I was nothing but a moaning ball of intense pleasure when Ben eased himself down onto me and shoved harder into my aching snatch. At the same time, Andre thrust from beneath, the pair of them finding an agonizing rhythm that threatened to destroy my sanity the way every millimeter of my sensitive channel was being rubbed while they fucked me.

  Andre’s hand slipped around and found my clit. He murmured harsh filth in my ear as his cock shoved deeper and his fingers rubbed the needy little nub in just the right way.

  “You like these two big cocks filling you up, don’t you? Jesus, Kitty Kat, your pussy is so sweet and tight, I can’t wait to get a taste of it when we’re done. I’m gonna lick our cum right out of you.”

  The words cascaded through me in a low rumble, the sounds vibrating through his chest and into my ears. The very idea of what he suggested was too much on top of all the other sensations my body was bombarded with. The fullness of both huge cocks invading me relentlessly had me ready to surrender. My pussy tingled and pulsed under Andre’s steady attention and my muscles clenched around both cocks as I let go with a quavering moan.

  “That’s right, Kat. Give it up. Oh, Christ I’m ready to shoot my load in you, sis.” Ben’s gaze held mine, his brow glistening with sweat.

  I lost control of my body when it happened. Both of them let out loud grunts and groans at the same time when my muscles spasmed, my entire lower body seizing up. My orgasm seemed like a living thing invading my body. It took hold in an instant and held me in a tight embrace. Then left behind a remnant of need. Not need for pleasure, though…what it left behind was a need for love.

  Ben raised a hand and clutched at my hair, lowering his mouth to mine again and plunging his tongue between my lips in a desperate kiss while his cock pulsed inside me.

  The entire world disappeared in that moment. I may have actually passed out from the pleasure, but one stark thought kept going through my head: “I think I’m in love with my brother.”