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“Seems like someone might feel neglected, little brother.” Randall

ran a hand along her side stopping next to her breast.

“Think we should show her how much she means to us?” Marcus

asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Randall pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. He

devoured her mouth like a dessert and he was starved. She felt Marcus behind her. His hands wound around between her and Randall to

unbutton her shirt. When he found the T-shirt, he fussed.

“Why did I suggest you wear that? Too many clothes on you,” he

complained.

The two men began working together to get her naked. She soon

found herself tucked between the covers on the air mattress while they undressed around her. Looking up she saw two massive cocks

bobbing above her. She rose up and tried to lick them only to have

them turn away.

“Uh-uh. Not yet. We’ll never last if you use that devilish mouth

on us.” Randall climbed onto the bed next to her and began playing

with her breasts.

“Crap! Your hands are like ice,” she complained.

Randall and Marcus both laughed. They pulled the blanket down

and the cold air hit her wet tits, making her shiver. They immediately lowered their mouths and took a nipple to suck. Cool hands soon

turned warm as they continued to mound them and play with them.

Darla moaned as heat began to spread inside her. Little electric

impulses sparked in her clit though neither man had touched her there.

She didn’t have long, though, until a hand snaked its way down her
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abdomen to her mound. She had no idea which brother was fingering

her pussy lips, but she hoped he found what he was looking for soon.

Marcus ducked beneath the covers and she found out whose hand

was teasing her slit. The younger brother licked his way down her

abdomen and pelvis to reach her pussy. She felt his tongue against her clit, but it didn’t stick around. Instead it followed the finger as it spread her lips and began to lap at the juices it stirred up.

Just when she got comfortably uncomfortable from their

ministrations, Randall stopped sucking her nipple and straddled her

chest. His massive erection tapped her on the nose. She laughed and

Randall growled.

“Suck my cock. I’ll teach you to laugh at me.” Randall slowly fed

his cock into her mouth, being careful not to choke her.

She swallowed around him, and he groaned. She loved hearing

that when she gave him a blow job. It reminded her she had a certain

amount of control over him. She sucked and nibbled him as he pushed

in and out of her mouth. She reached up and found his balls. When he

pulled nearly all the way out, she opened her mouth and pulled away

from him to lick the sac. Then she drew one delicate ball into her

mouth and tongued it until he was groaning above her. She opened

her eyes and drew back to find him pumping his cock.

“Fuck, you have one wicked mouth, Darla.”

She reached up and took his hard cock into her mouth again then

began to suck in earnest. Until Marcus nipped at her clit, and she

couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure eating her alive

between her legs. She threw back her head and screamed as the

climax began to wash over her.

Randall snatched his penis back before she bit it and chuckled.

Then he sobered at the look she gave him when she opened her eyes

again.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded.

Marcus’s head stuck out from the covers and glared at his older

brother. Darla glared as well.

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“Hey, I’m sorry, but you have no idea what it feels like for a

woman to scream around your cock when it’s in her mouth.”

Marcus grinned. “Feels good, huh?”

“Let’s just say it tickles.”

Darla closed her eyes and tried to keep the laugh under control but

couldn’t. It soon bubbled out of her mouth, and they joined in with her. They all collapsed on the air mattress and when they realized they were cold, they shimmed under the covers.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” Randall told her.

He rubbed his still hard dick back and forth across her mound.

Darla smiled. He could do whatever he wanted to with her she

decided. He and Marcus both could have her. She knew in that

moment without a doubt that she loved both of them with all her

heart. She almost told them, too, but decided that she would wait until they weren’t having sex so it wouldn’t seem like an “in the moment”

sort of declaration.

Randall rose over her and began pushing his hard cock inside of

her. He filled her with each thrust until he reached her cervix then

pulled out and did it again. How she could take these men was a

mystery to her. They were huge, and she didn’t expect that they could fuck her and she would still feel pleasure. But they surprised her. She found that she could take them without tearing apart.

“God, you’re sucking my cock inside of you,” Randall managed

to say as he pumped inside of her over and over again.

The faster he drove into her the higher she flew. Any minute now

she would explode. When it happened, she screamed her orgasm only

to have Randall pull out and Marcus take his place almost in mid

fuck. Dully, she realized he was pumping his cock over her chest

where he shot cum across her breasts.

Marcus powered into her over and over again. Much to her

surprise, her body rallied for another round. She didn’t think she

could survive another orgasm like the last one, but no one had asked

her. Randall leaned over and kissed her as Marcus lifted her legs over
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his arms and began fucking her earnest now. His face was a mask of

determination as he tunneled in and out of her. Warmth traveled up

her abdomen again to pool at her clit. Each time his pelvis met hers his pubic hair rasped against her clit and sent shards of lightning deep inside her. Oh, God. She was going to come again.

The world tunneled down to the feelings bombarding her and the

sparks jumping around in her body. How much more could she take?

“I’m gonna come,” Marcus warned her. “Randall.”

Randall seemed to know what he wanted because he reached

between their bodies and found her clit and pressed on it over and

over until she could no longer see past the lightning bolts dancing in front of her eyes.

A wet bath cloth ran over her chest, and she came to herself to

realize Randall was cleaning his seed from her chest.

“What happened?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“You passed out, I think,” Marcus said.

She turned her head and found him dressed and looking over at

her from the couch. He had a worried look on his face.

“Why are you dressed?” she asked.

“My turn to shovel some snow. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

“Be careful and keep warm,” she told him.

Marcus sank to his knees on the floor and bent over to give her a

wet kiss. She reached up and grabbed his hair pulling him down for a

longer one.

When he got back up, he looked much better. He’d been worried

about her, she realized. It felt good for someone to worry about her.

“Don’t worry,” Randall began. “I’ll keep you warm till he gets

back.”

She reached out to touch his bare leg. “Not if you stay out of the

covers for very long. I don’t want cold flesh against me.”

He chuckled and tossed the bath cloth on the brick of the hearth.

Someone had built the fire up to a roaring blaze. It felt good against
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her cooled skin after having the wet cloth on it. She scooted down in the covers and pulled them up under her chin.

“No you don’t. Let me in. It’s cold out here,” Randall demanded.

She scooted over and let go of the covers just enough he was able

to climb beneath them. He chased her over to one side of the bed

before catching up with her. She yelped when he wrapped her in his

arms. He was cold, but not as cold as she feared. In no time at all,

they were both warm and drowsy. Randall fell asleep before she did

as evidenced by the light snoring sound he made. She smiled to

herself and enjoyed the noise. It sounded good to her. It was the last thing she heard before she slipped into sleep as well.

* * * *

Marcus stomped off the snow on his boots and hurried inside

before too much snow blew in behind him. He cleaned up the mess

then pulled off his gloves, boots, coat, and scarf. The kitchen was

cold, and he hurried into the living room to find Randall and Darla

fast asleep. He smiled, watching them for a few seconds before

adding a log to the fire and stripping down to his thermals. He

climbed into bed next to Darla with very little room to move. As it

was, his ass was just about off the mattress.

“Hmmm, Marcus?” Darla murmured.

“It’s me, baby. Go on back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead then

snuggled in, hoping to warm up soon so he could sleep.

Sometime around midnight, the sound of Randall getting up

roused him. He realized he had managed to maneuver more space in

the bed.

“What’s up?” he whispered to Randall.

“Woke up, so I thought I would go ahead and shovel some snow.”

“Man, it’s twenty below zero out there. Maybe you should wait

until dawn anyway.” Marcus rose up on one elbow.

“I’ll be fine. Got some thinking to do.”

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Marcus blew out a breath. When his brother needed thinking time,

something was definitely up.

“I’ll be out to spell you in a little while,” he told him.

“No, keep her warm so she’ll sleep.”

“Guess that will depend on how long you stay out there, big

brother.” Marcus dropped back to the mattress.

“You always were a stubborn kid,” Randall whispered.

“Back at you,” Marcus said.

He watched his older brother walk into the kitchen. Long

moments later the kitchen door opened and closed. The one thing he

didn’t hear was the wind. Good. He wouldn’t get near as cold out

there without the wind.

Marcus lay awake for awhile thinking about Darla and how much

he loved her. He worried now about losing her because of their selfish decision. Hopefully, she would forgive them. That sure was a lot of

hopeful thinking, he figured. He blew out a breath and turned over to hug Darla from behind. She hummed but didn’t wake up. Marcus

kissed her behind her ear then allowed himself to fall back asleep.

He’d wake up before long and trade places with his brother. It was too cold out for him to be out there long.

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Chapter Eleven

Snow fell softly to the already piled up mess in front of him. No

longer was the wind an evil whine that seeped into your clothes and

froze you. A deep quiet filled the land around him. Randall stood on

the back porch listening to the silence. When he looked up, he saw

patches of clear sky where stars peered down at him. It looked like the worst of the storm had passed.

The town would soon have the roads cleared, and when they could

get down their road, they would be able to drive into town if they

needed to. He vowed they would have more fuel for the generator

from now on. When it had been just him and his brother, they hadn’t

worried about it, but with Darla there now, he wanted to keep her as

warm as possible.

He stepped off the porch with the snow shovel and landed knee

deep in frozen snow. Not only could he see his breath, but the frigid temperatures had frozen the snow until it was an icy, crunchy mantle

of white covering everything. Shoveling it would be tough work. He

got to work and slowly made progress with each shovelful he threw to

the side.

He wasn’t aware of how long he’d been outside, but his nose felt

frozen, so he figured it had been long enough. Most of the thinking

he’d gotten done centered around Darla and how to explain what

they’d done with the least possible fallout. He wasn’t sure that was

possible. It would all depend on how she felt about them and what her state of mind was in when they told her. They needed to be sure she

knew they loved her well before they told her. Starting today, he

would make sure they proved to her how they felt.

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About the time he reached the porch, the back door opened and

Marcus stepped outside covered head to foot with clothes.

“Aren’t you freezing your nuts off out here?” Marcus asked.

“Yeah, just about. I’m just going in.”

“I’ll dig for awhile. It looks like it might be over, doesn’t it?”

“I figure so,” Randall agreed. “Look, we need to be sure and tell

Darla that we love her and make sure she believes it before we tell her about the background check. If we tell her before she knows we love

her, she’ll leave.”

“I agree. I’ve said it, but she might not have heard me. I’ll make

sure she knows it. Maybe we should present a united front and tell her together,” Marcus suggested.

“That’s a good idea.” Randall clapped his brother on the shoulder

and climbed onto the porch.

He was ready to go inside and snuggle with her. Suddenly, all the

thinking and talking about her leaving got to him, and he needed to