Caleb lubed his cock and pressed a finger full of the sticky substance slowly into her asshole. She tensed, then sighed, knowing what was to come. “Caleb, oh God.”
He aimed his cock at her cute little rosette and pushed in with a slow, firm motion. She panted, holding Damon tighter as he forced his dick in to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re tighter than a fist with Damon inside you.”
“I feel so full,” she said.
“You are, Opal. Full of our cocks,” said Damon. “Soon you’ll be full of my seed.”
It had been almost six months since her arrival, and Caleb wondered if their constant breeding would ever pay off. He knew he’d love his woman the same, but his desire for a family was strong.
Once she’d adjusted to their combined size, they worked her body, taking turns to fuck and pull out. They moved like a well-oiled, synchronized machine. In their current position, both of them standing and supporting her weight, he was able to sink in even deeper. It was pure heaven.
“I love your little cunt,” said Damon before growling. It was a herculean effort to hold back, but they always waited for Opal to orgasm first. Her pleasure was their number one concern.
“It feels so good. I’m going to come,” she said between gasps. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
When she came, she screamed, but no one would hear. Her ass clamped down impossibly tight on his dick, bringing him to his own release in seconds. After the minutes faded away, only the sounds of their heavy breathing could be heard in the small room.
Caleb slipped out of her ass, and Damon set her gently back on the table, his cum leaking out of her pussy. He used one of his clean work rags from his back pocket to clean her up, then he helped her back into her pants.
“You’re amazing,” Caleb said.
“I’m so tired, I don’t know how I’ll make it home,” she said with a smile.
“We can wait it out for a while. I haven’t been back to the shack in ages,” said Damon.
“I saw your growth charts carved into the wall,” she said. “You were big boys.”
“Still are.” Damon winked.
“Yes, very big boys.” Opal kissed his brother before he sat in one of the chairs, pulling her down onto his lap.
Caleb walked to the window, tracing his finger along the jagged marks in the wood. So many memories. Their parents were taken too soon.
“I like to imagine I’d be a good dad like my father,” said Caleb, reflectively. “He taught us a lot, but what I remember most was his patience and how much he loved his family.”
“You’ll both make excellent fathers,” said Opal.
Damon kissed her temple. “And you’d make the sweetest little mother.”
She smiled and her eyes filled with tears.
Caleb got down to one knee in front of her. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
“They’re not sad tears.”
****
Damon cupped her cheek, using his thumb to whisk
away a tear. “What’s going on?”
He’d already been suspicious when she went wandering off by herself, hiking miles farther than she usually did. For the past few days, she’d been off, something just not right. Damon wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but she’d been more quiet and reflective lately. He hoped to God she wasn’t reconsidering her decision to stay in the wilderness with them.
“I have something to tell both of you. I feel bad for not saying anything sooner, but I wanted to be sure.”
Caleb’s eyes darkened, and Damon could only imagine how broken his older brother would be if she left them now. There would be no replacing her. She was perfect.
Damon held her hand, fiddling with the ring they’d given her, their mother’s ring.