Her eyes flare as she parts her lips, breathing out a small and steadying breath, letting me know I have her full attention. I’m going to enjoy devouring those perfectly plump lips. I release my hold around her neck, moving towards the basin, where I take my time soaking a clean washcloth before turning back to an eagerly awaiting Lucille. I smile as she waits patiently like a good girl as I begin to gently wipe over her face, removing any residue of Lincoln from her skin. When I'm fully satisfied, I rinse the cloth and kneel between her legs.
"Stay still for me, mio topolino." I order with a hushed tone, blowing a teasing breath across her thighs sending a wave of shiver through her body. She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. I begin to clean her swollen pussy, slowly stroking the washcloth across her sensitive clit, massaging as I go. Lucille moans as the friction from the cloth as I apply pressure, throwing her head back and opening her legs wider for me. Such a needy thing. I glance up, her eyes are closed, a slightly scrunched up look of pleasure etched into her features as her chest rises and falls frantically. I can’t help but chuckle. She’s already so sensitive and I’m barely touching her.
Once I’ve cleaned the remainder of my brother's cum from between her legs, leaving her pussy bare and begging for me, I kiss the inside of her thighs, dropping the cloth and stroking her softly, slowly teasing my fingers across her entrance. I refuse to push my hands too far, the ache in my balls becoming hard to handle. But I need her to feel that way I felt last year when I forced myself away from her. To feel the burning ache to have what is being so cruelly refused to me. I’m torturing her in my own fucked up little way, and I love every moment of it. The way her mouth opens as she subconsciously holds her breath, waiting for me to fulfill her needs.
"Breathe, little mouse."
Lucille instantly does as I say, and slowly exhales the air from her lungs, taking another deep breath. I smirk up at her, her hooded eyes now completely focused on me. I'm the one on my knees but I'm in full control of the situation, and she knows that just as well as I do. "Such a good girl for me, Topolino.” I praise her, edging my face closer to her now glistening pussy. It never fails to amaze me how wet she can get from hardly a touch. I inhale her, crushing my lips to her sensitive clit, sucking hard as I grasp my hands firmly onto her thighs, indenting my nails into her skin, leaving my own mark against her milky white skin as I force her legs wider for me. It doesn’t take long until her legs begin to shake against my hold as I flick my tongue over her cunt. She tries desperately to shift her lower body against my mouth but I pull away, extinguishing the build of her orgasm before it hits.
"I am going to remove my hands from your thighs, you will keep still for me Topolino or you'll receive a punishment, do you understand?" I inform her, the smell of her arousal thickening around the space between us.
Lucille whines, chewing her bottom lip before batting her thick black lashes at me. "But what if that's what I want?" she replies. She’s being a brat and she knows it.
I raise an inquisitive brow at her. "You want to be punished? You want to play that game, my little mouse?"
Lucille's hooded eyes meet mine, full of lust and need, she nods slowly, popping her lip from between her teeth.
Well then I guess I must oblige. I move swiftly, grabbing her hips to flip her body, leaving her bent over the bath and spreading her legs apart, exposing her ass and pussy on full display, all for me. Toying her slick folds with my fingers, her wetness coats her upper thighs, as I slowly push one deep inside of her.
Lucille wriggles her ass against my hold, trying to push back onto my hand. So impatient. I tut loudly, shaking my head. "Now, now, mio topolino, I need you to count to ten for me." She continues to move her hips impatiently in front of me, giving me her own version of teasing. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I bring my palm to her ass, making her wince from the sharp and unexpected contact. I’m suddenly thankful to the surgeons who put my hands back together because the thought of never being able to spank my little mouse again physically pains me. The sight of my glowing handprint marking her skin makes my cock twitch painfully against my jeans.
"One," she squeals, I stroke over the already pink cheek and bring my hand down again, with her screaming out each number. "Ten!" she croaks as I make my final blow, her throat is hoarse from her pleading screams and she pants desperately trying to compose herself.
The way she has come to allow my punishments has been nothing short of a miracle. She truly is the perfect woman. One I can punish and praise, "Good girl. Now would you like your reward?" I stroke over her red raw ass, staring at it like it’s a work of fucking art before turning her around, to see the same deep shade of scarlet staining her cheeks. I make quick work of removing my jeans, my solid erection springing free from the restraints before lifting Lucille with my hands at the back of her thighs causing her to squeal in delight as I wrap her legs around my waist and she hooks her feet together at my back while I walk us into the shower.
I take no time in capturing her lips with my own, devouring her tongue as I suck it between my teeth and shifting my hips, lining my cock with her pussy, slamming her back up against the tiled wall as I bury myself ball deep inside of her.
"Cole!" she gasps, groaning with ecstasy, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. I lose myself inside of her, fucking her hard and fast against the tiles, the sound of our wet bodies slapping together as she cries out, digging her nails into the skin of my back.
“Lucille,” I growl, sinking my teeth into her collar bone as she screams wildly around me. My cock slides in and out of her easily as I slam my hips against her body, she's so wet and yet her walls cling so fucking tightly to my cock it feels like a vice as she explodes around me, tightening her thighs and screaming her orgasm, her pussy clenching so hard she pulls me right over the edge with her.
"Good girl, take my cock, let me fill you with my cum."
"Yes, Cole!" she cries, riding the waves of ecstasy.
I feel the surge as I shatter inside of her, filling her pussy with my cum, a deep feral rumble ripping from my throat as I thrust my hips forwards one last time. "Fuck, I hope my cum makes you pregnant one day. I’ll gladly fuck you every chance I get until your belly is swollen with my child." Lucille moans at my promise, but I notice her eyes full of tears before she snaps her head to the side. I immediately pull back. "Mio topolino, are you okay? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
She tries to move, releasing her thighs from my waist but I refuse to let this happen. Instinctively, I lower her feet to the shower floor, grasping her face between both hands before I move her head back to look at me. Her eyes are closed but I can see the pain behind her expression. “Look at me, Lucille.'' I demand, my voice is soft but authoritative. She does as I ask, her wide eyes pleading with me but not like they were before. No. Now they’re begging me for understanding. I narrow my eyes before somehow the pieces come together. "You already are?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
I don’t realize that while I wait for her response, as she searches my eyes, desperate to find what she’s looking for, that I’ve held my breath the entire time, and only when she finally nods her head do I breathe again, my head swimming with the revelation as a smile breaks out across her beautiful face.
"This is amazing! How long have you known? Do the others know?" I ask excitedly, grinning from ear to ear like a school kid at Christmas. I kiss her, feverishly planting chaste kisses everywhere I can.
I feel her smile against my lips before he giggles, pushing me away as she shakes her head. "No, but Cole, you need to understand. I don't know which of you is the father." She looks down slightly and fiddles with her hands, and I know she’s feeling guilty about it. I take her hands in mine and kiss each one tenderly, bringing her attention back to me.
"Lucille, we will all be the father, like we are to Teddy." I lean in and kiss the top of her head before lifting her out of the shower, wrapping her in a towel and grabbing one for myself. I pick her up again bridal style and carry her out to the bedroom where Lincoln and Silas are now casually laying chatting to each other on the bed. Their attention soon diverted as I place Lucille down in the space between them.
"Tell them." I urge, trying to hold back the excitement I know my brothers will share with me. She nods tentatively, fiddling with her fingers again as they both glare at me like I'm the bad guy.
Holding my hands up I grin, "Woah guys, this is all our fault. It’s not just on me this time." They mirror one another with confusion pulling their eyebrows together before Lucille clears her throat.
"Cole’s right. This isn’t just on him. It’s something I have been meaning to say for a few days now, I just haven't known how to.” She pauses, flicking her gaze to me but I give her an encouraging nod to let her know it’s ok. “I have been feeling a little more tired than usual, and a little nauseous, so I decided to take a pregnancy test–"
Lincoln immediately springs from the bed, lifting her up and twirls her around in the air, laughing a deep hearty, joyful laugh that brightens his entire face. "You're pregnant?" He laughs again, and the excitement in his voice is all Lucille needs to make her burst into tears. “This is wonderful news, Love. We couldn’t ask for anything more than you have already given us, and yet you bring us new life, a new little love to cherish and protect.” Lincoln sets her down carefully, placing his hands onto her belly, kissing her with a gentleness I’ve not seen from him in a long time as she continues to cry her happy tears against him. I watch, a feeling of pure joy and contentment settling over my body, resting deep in my bones. Silas moves from the bed and pulls her lovingly from Linc’s embrace before lowering down to one knee.
"Lucille Holland, light of my life. I want you to be the first thing I touch every morning, and the last thing I taste every night. You have enchanted each and every one of us, and we could no longer live another day on this earth without you by our side. You are ours to love, ours to protect, ours to share. Will you marry me? Will you marry all of us?" He asks. I knew he'd be the first to do this, he's been threatening me and Lincoln for the past six months that if Lucille ever fell pregnant he'd be marrying her, no doubt about it. Lucille sobs hysterically now, nodding her head profusely as she wipes her tears away and jumps into his arms.
"Silas! Of course I'll marry all of you, but is that legal?" She mumbles through her emotional outpour.
"If it's not, I'll make it so. Nothing will stop us from making you ours in every possible way, not even God himself." Silas says darkly with a small but defiant glint in his eyes.
But he's right, we would burn down the world for her. For our family. God help anybody who stands in our way.
The End.
