Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
My twin slaps me hard on the back and starts walking; I fall in line beside him. I know he’s right about everything. I know this is our only option, but I just can’t accept that we’re never going to see Annabel again.
In such a short period of time, the three of us created an incredible bond. We had a raw energy that felt so natural from the first time we were in her room. Annabel’s pure and innocent nature balanced us out, made us better men and completed us. Her unbelievable, irresistible curves and that tiny, tight, little pussy and ass drove us wild. Bruce and I have shared girls before, but past women couldn’t take it hard and filthy the way we needed, and as a result, we always had to dial it down. Yet here was a little girl who’d needed it deep and intense, and not just from one of us, but from both of us. Like a cosmic shift, it had all clicked into place so perfectly.
That’s why I can’t believe we have to abandon it all. We’d just started sharing, and our connection was so strong, not to mention our uncommonly similar pasts with the asshole dads and frigid moms. But what can a man do? My brother and I adore Annabel, and yet, we’re too messed up for her. Crime is a way of life, and she’s too pure, sweet, and good to join us living on the fringes of society.
I’m heartbroken, and not just for me and my brother. I’m heartbroken because our plush little goddess needs her daddies, and now our little princess will remain locked in her tower until God knows when. The thought that we can’t protect her from her misery fuels my rage, but what can I do? Annabel is lost to us, and there’s no going back.
14
Bruce
Fuck, why does Burke always make me out as the bad cop? If I don’t make these calls, nothing gets done. We’d have been caught years ago if I’d left it to him to make the decisions. He’s acting like I don’t care about Annabel just because I’m trying to do the right thing. Like my heart didn’t break when I heard her sobbing in the bathroom. Like rage isn’t coursing through my body right now, thinking of her stuck in that shitty family with no one to protect her.
When I spread her thighs and pushed my huge cock into her tiny, tight, little pussy, something changed in me. I felt her hymen tear as my head eased its way in, and I heard her moan on Burke’s cock as I made her come. It was incredible, and I knew I never wanted to do that with another woman again.
But that’s also what makes her so irresistible and so delicious. That virginal pussy, that tight, pink, tasty little ass. Fuck, I’ve never come harder in my whole life than when my cock was being squeezed by her tight asshole. And if we don’t go back for her, some other guy is going to be filling those heavenly holes. Some other guy’s going to be cradling her after he makes her come. Some other guy is going to be there to protect her. That, more than anything, makes me grind me teeth together.
But of course, there won’t be anyone else like Burke and I for her. Sure, some guys may be up for threesomes, but not in the long run. Not like me and my twin because hell, threesomes are hard. It takes mutual understanding, tolerance, and respect for one another. Another guy would ruin the whole thing before it even began.
Plus, Annabel’s just got too much lust and too much love to be in a traditional two-person relationship. She needs two men. She craves two men, and one male will never be able to handle our pretty little filly.
So is that it for her? Have we doomed her to misery forever? Is she just going to spend her days in loneliness or at best, be semi-satisfied by some mediocre man, with a mediocre dick, who doesn’t know how our princess likes it? How she needs it? Fuck, what have we done? My chest squeezes together as I think of her perfect, beautiful face. Those thick lashes sticking together with tears, her full lips in a sad pout, and her giant, soft tits pressed together as she cries, hugging her knees to her chest. She’s so young still – so innocent and so pure. She needs her daddies to be there, to protect her, own her, and make love to her.
I recall Annabel’s goodness and her purity and how it made both Burke and me better men. If a gorgeous little creature like her could want us, maybe we’re not such dirt bags after all. Her brightness balanced out the dark in my mind, and made it bearable to be in my own company again. She’d filled me with life and hope, and now I can feel it ebbing from me with every step I take away from her.