Anything He wants

When forced to confront my feelings, I was exhausted, and I’d be exhausted no matter how much coffee I would drink.

“You’re brothers, and you’re very close to one another no matter how the two of you act. I’m going to be seeing the one I don’t choose often because of that. A constant, heart wrenching reminder of what I can’t have, and I don’t think I’d be able to take that.”

With another deep breath, I rose.

“If I can’t choose both, then my second choice is going to be neither.” I started walking toward the front door of the mansion.

“Christine, wait!” Carson called out.

“Look what you did, asshole,” Darren replied.

“What I did? It’s your fault!”

As I exited the building and I was sure the door was closed behind me, I started to cry.

A few weeks passed, and I barely even noticed. They consisted of moping around my room, feeling sorry for myself, and hating myself for blowing it.

The pregnancy test sitting on my desk had a positive reading. Apparently they had zeroed in on me at my most fertile. My mission was accomplished. I’d be set for life, even if I needed a paternity test to be so. I cringed, realizing that they would still get to play their stupid game and beat their chest that their sperm won or whatever it was they saw in it.

Not like it mattered. Apparently the Van Hansen family was going to be just fine. A mysterious donor infused our estate with more funds than we ever had before. I didn’t think about the mystery too much, since both Karen and Olivia had brand new boyfriends who adored them and were worth far more than my father could ever dream of being. Our family was going to be just fine, I was going to be just fine even if I didn’t want to go the route of hitting Carson and Darren up for money for the next eighteen years.

So everything I had enjoyed had been for nothing.

The pain I was feeling? Also for nothing. Was it even all worth it? The sting in my heart told me no.

Still, I pulled myself up to my feet, determined to do the one thing that would take my mind off of heartbreak. Studying. It was seven in the evening, but the college’s library stayed open into the wee hours of the morning. I could bury my nose in some books for brief relief.

I took off walking, trying to keep my mind blank. Even if the library was open into the twilight hours, it didn’t mean that it was packed to capacity for all of that time. It was sparsely populated. I had my favorite spot inside of it, a little private cubby where no one could bother me. It was at the far end of the hall, past the conference rooms.

Grabbing my book, I began my journey. Only I wasn’t making it alone. “Christine, long time no see, beautiful.”

I froze. It was Darren. Of course, he was a student here too, if a ludicrously wealthy one.

“You’re the last person I want to see right now.”

“Oh come on, babe, don’t be like that.”

“Am I the second to last?” Carson’s voice perked up as he stepped beside me. “Do I win via you speaking a cliche?”

“This is why you both need to fuck off. I don’t want to be part of your stupid contests anymore.”

I kept walking past them, trying to drive my point home. Them being here was going to make forgetting they existed a pain in the ass.

Carson ran ahead of me. They weren’t going to give up easily were they? He opened a door. I was about to turn around and head somewhere else, but Darren took me by the shoulders and showed me that all the muscles he had were hardly just for show.

Even with his strength, he was trying to avoid hurting me as he guided me into a conference room, and Carson came in, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t want to deal with you two anymore. Why can’t you get that?” I said, closing my eyes, wishing a three-year-old’s logic were true and that would make them disappear. “I’m not going to choose between you. That’s that.”

“Christine, what if we told you,” Carson began.

“That you can have us both,” Darren finished.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Opening my eyes, I saw that they were both in front of me. Close, I could feel each of their body heats. Each of them took one of my hands.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“Shall we make it clear, bro?” Darren nodded.

“Let’s.”

Carson kissed me. Deep and delicately as he always did. Even as I was protesting and telling him to fuck off moments before, I couldn’t resist my body’s natural reaction. It wanted his affection, his kiss.

Darren snapped me away from his brother and kissed me too. God, my body missed him so much too, even as he yanked me forward so he could thrust his tongue into my mouth deeper, forcing me to relish his rough nature.

The kisses broke. “We’re brothers, Christine,” Carson started. “Rivalry is what we do.”

“The weeks without you though, well, it made us realize that we couldn’t just move on,” Darren said. “I just liked the way you screamed for me too much, and I knew I wasn’t going to get that with any woman. I don’t want to go searching for that next one in the million.”

“The competition is void. It’s stupid and pointless if it costs us fun, and maybe love?” Carson raised an eyebrow. “You win. You get us both. You’re a girl worth sharing, Christine.” I couldn’t believe it.

It became a lot more real soon after though. Carson laying a kiss on me, and Darren yanking at my shirt. With a bit of umph, he tore the t-shirt off of me, just to more quickly get at what was underneath it as I was being kissed by his brother. He pulled at my bra, snapping it off me, then roughly sucking on my teat.

The two pushed me onto the long table of the conference room, ready to ravish me. The delicate kisses of Carson were contrasted by the roughness of Darren sucking on my tit, and his hands roaming down, pulling at my jeans. He snapped away the button and then forced his hand down my panties.

“She’s already fucking wet and we barely even touched her. I think she is too much of a slut for just one man, Carson.”

“If that’s what it takes to make her ours, then that’s what we’re going to do,” his brother replied stroking my hair. “Get these clothes off her. I have two weeks of pent up lust that she needs to feel. Maybe I’ll get a bit rough.”

“Way ahead of you,” Darren replied, stripping me of my shoes, socks, and yanking my jeans down my legs. In the blink of an eye, I was completely naked before the two men of my dreams.

Hands were caressing my body all over, with the rare twist of a breast and the spanking. I reached out and caressed them back, as they weren’t going to let me be the only one naked for long. Soon, all three of us were as bare as the day we were born, Darren on top of me kissing me, and Carson dropping between my legs and giving me a kiss someplace else entirely.