They did not let me sleep.
An hour was a lie. Twenty minutes after Reid came down my throat I was on my back again, thighs shaking, Holt’s mouth on my cunt licking his brother and his father out of me like that was a kindness. It was not a kindness. He was getting me wet enough for the last thing Daddy had promised.
Vance held one knee. Reid held the other. Their father knelt between my legs and looked at his sons’ work — swollen, shiny, leaking — and nodded once.
“Good. She won’t fight the stretch.”
He pushed into my cunt first, slow, claiming the hole his boys had already flooded. I was so used I took him to the root with a broken sound. He f****d me like that for a minute, just to feel it, just to make Reid watch his father’s c**k disappear into his wife. Then he pulled out, slick,
