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Matt’s eyes twinkle the moment they land on you. Swollen tinted lips, glossy wide eyes that beg for more with a little hint of embarrassment on your cheeks because you just got caught kissing his brother – he should be angry that Chris got to taste you first, he should push him off you and be your knight in shining armor by taking you away to recreate his thoughts politely. But you look like such a pretty mess, all due to one kiss, how pathetic. 

His boots thump, picking up the dirt. Heavy, loud sounds that match the hammering of your heart. A mocking laugh makes you feel small, almost ashamed. Until. “Sharing is carin’, y’know?” you swallow the hard lump in your throat, the roughness in his voice has a little edge in it that unbeknownst to you, makes your panties soak.

You take a step back as he steps closer, a sinister smirk appearing on his face at the little gasp you let out when you crash into Chris’ chest. You’re stuck, sandwiched between two brothers who want you to themselves. You like it. 

“Somethin’ wrong, apple pie?” he lolls his head to the side, a calloused hand reaches up and cups your cheek. It's rough, his palm, but his thumb softly draws circles on your skin. You're speechless to say the least. With Chris' touch on your hips and Matt's on your face, you’re willing to give up whatever it is they both want. “No…”

He hums approvingly, sparing one glance to the boy behind you before touching your tainted lush lips with his thumb. They’re soft, plushy even. He can’t wait to have a taste, to finally relish on what he’s been craving and holding back on for so, so long. “Thought so,” he mumbles, barely audible. His face just a breath away, his nose nuzzles with yours – a soft, gentle action that seems to ease your muscles. Chris grip tightens all the while his head dips into the space of your neck, just hovering his lips over the flesh. “Let him have a kiss, baby, he’s been dreamin’ of it.” 

“M-me too.” Your confession would make your daddy pass out if he were to hear you, but it’s true. The way you delivered it, in a gentle innocent tone, had them rethinking whether or not to take you right here without any respect. To use you like their ragdoll. Matt shakes these explicit thoughts away by pecking the corner of your mouth, teasing you for his own good. 

Then quietly, “yeah?” you nod with an unintentional soft bat of your lashes, the little action making his dick harder. He presses again at the same spot before moving an inch, capturing your lips with his. A tender kiss that gives your belly an instant influx of butterflies. He's very well experienced, its obvious he's in control now. He tastes like mint and a little bit of sweet bitterness. Beer. It becomes more known as he ties his tongue with yours. 

Just as you thought it couldn't get any better than this, Chris lets his own tongue explore your sensitive skin, licking a strip from where your neck and shoulder connected up to the back of your ear. He gets handsy too, large hands snake around your tummy, squeezing until they roam up to your breasts. They're like stress relievers to him, squishy and perky. They fit in his palms just right. 

The sudden touch causes Matt to swallow down your gasps, smiling against your lips. Your own fists grab handfuls of his flannel shirt, but you’re too distracted to even notice until the lack of air hits you with a wave of dizziness. You’re breathing heavily, tilting your head to give Chris more access while batting those long lashes at Matt. You want more, he knows it and he’ll feed you just what you’re starving for. 

“Breathe a little, doll, we ain’t goin’ no nowhere.” He offers a wet kiss, a loud smack blending in with the sounds Chris makes on your neck. “We’re gonna give our cute little lamb just what she needs.”

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Matt’s eyes twinkle the moment they land on you. Swollen tinted lips, glossy wide eyes that beg for more with a little hint of embarrassment on your cheeks because you just got caught kissing his brother – he should be angry that Chris got to taste you first, he should push him off you and be your knight in shining armor by taking you away to recreate his thoughts politely. But you look like such a pretty mess, all due to one kiss, how pathetic. 

His boots thump, picking up the dirt. Heavy, loud sounds that match the hammering of your heart. A mocking laugh makes you feel small, almost ashamed. Until. “Sharing is carin’, y’know?” you swallow the hard lump in your throat, the roughness in his voice has a little edge in it that unbeknownst to you, makes your panties soak.

You take a step back as he steps closer, a sinister smirk appearing on his face at the little gasp you let out when you crash into Chris’ chest. You’re stuck, sandwiched between two brothers who want you to themselves. You like it. 

“Somethin’ wrong, apple pie?” he lolls his head to the side, a calloused hand reaches up and cups your cheek. It's rough, his palm, but his thumb softly draws circles on your skin. You're speechless to say the least. With Chris' touch on your hips and Matt's on your face, you’re willing to give up whatever it is they both want. “No…”

He hums approvingly, sparing one glance to the boy behind you before touching your tainted lush lips with his thumb. They’re soft, plushy even. He can’t wait to have a taste, to finally relish on what he’s been craving and holding back on for so, so long. “Thought so,” he mumbles, barely audible. His face just a breath away, his nose nuzzles with yours – a soft, gentle action that seems to ease your muscles. Chris grip tightens all the while his head dips into the space of your neck, just hovering his lips over the flesh. “Let him have a kiss, baby, he’s been dreamin’ of it.” 

“M-me too.” Your confession would make your daddy pass out if he were to hear you, but it’s true. The way you delivered it, in a gentle innocent tone, had them rethinking whether or not to take you right here without any respect. To use you like their ragdoll. Matt shakes these explicit thoughts away by pecking the corner of your mouth, teasing you for his own good. 

Then quietly, “yeah?” you nod with an unintentional soft bat of your lashes, the little action making his dick harder. He presses again at the same spot before moving an inch, capturing your lips with his. A tender kiss that gives your belly an instant influx of butterflies. He's very well experienced, its obvious he's in control now. He tastes like mint and a little bit of sweet bitterness. Beer. It becomes more known as he ties his tongue with yours. 

Just as you thought it couldn't get any better than this, Chris lets his own tongue explore your sensitive skin, licking a strip from where your neck and shoulder connected up to the back of your ear. He gets handsy too, large hands snake around your tummy, squeezing until they roam up to your breasts. They're like stress relievers to him, squishy and perky. They fit in his palms just right. 

The sudden touch causes Matt to swallow down your gasps, smiling against your lips. Your own fists grab handfuls of his flannel shirt, but you’re too distracted to even notice until the lack of air hits you with a wave of dizziness. You’re breathing heavily, tilting your head to give Chris more access while batting those long lashes at Matt. You want more, he knows it and he’ll feed you just what you’re starving for. 

“Breathe a little, doll, we ain’t goin’ no nowhere.” He offers a wet kiss, a loud smack blending in with the sounds Chris makes on your neck. “We’re gonna give our cute little lamb just what she needs.”

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The two would ask you to join, innocently sitting on one’s lap because there’s only two chairs. It’s your favorite thing ever — Matt or Chris’ rough hand sneaking up the bare skin of your thigh while the other brother is clearly eye fucking you. It makes your face hotter as the weather, feeling an ache swirl in the lower parts of your belly and between your legs. And let's not get started on the sweet talking, both have your little head spinning the second one compliments you. You’re so sweet they’ll rot. 

Chris is the first one to run into you inside the storage barn, watching you tippy toe for the bag of bunny food on the top shelf. He smirks. You’re lost in that cute brain of yours, too busy humming the tune of your favorite country song to hear the footsteps approaching. Till a warm shield touches your back and a really toned arm reaches over your head. 

“Watch your head,” it took him less than a minute to bring it down for you, landing on the dirt with a thump. “There ya go, bunny.” he emphasises on the new pet name, knowing it’ll make his shared doll squirm with excitement. 

You slip out a shy giggle, a sound that goes straight to his dick. He wants to place his dirty hands on your hips, to feel the rough fabric of your little jean shorts and watch you lose all train of thought. A sweet girl like you has never made him this impatient to have a taste. 

You spin in your white and pink boots, it’s stupidly adorable. He laughs, of course you’d have a collection of boots in every color and pattern. It’s his chance to let his eyes roam free, starting with your flushed face, natural pouty lips to the one singular braid on your shoulder. A pink ribbon wrapped tightly around the ends. Oh what he’d give to tie your wrists with one of your many ribbons while he pistons his fat cock inside your tight little hole. Relax. 

He touches the ends of your hair without a single thought, like it was a natural thing to do. You don’t stop him, you just blush because all this physical affection is purely new to you. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs in secret, tugging on your braid to bring you closer. The action was slightly rough. You liked it. Chris has you where he wants you, close enough to cup your jaw — close enough to lay his free palm on your lower back. “What do you say?” He’s clouded your head and you forgot your manners. Your old man would hate to see you like this. Disoriented and fooled. 

You can’t seem to form any coherent sentences, just fluttering those long lashes he wants wet with tears. It takes you seconds to speak up ever so quietly, “thank you, Chris…” He’s dreamt of his name out of your lips, music to his ears. “Good girl, sweet pea.” 

His thumb traces the outline of your cherry flavored lips, he can smell your scented lip balm as his face inches closer. Your heart beats so fast you’re afraid it’ll burst into pieces. There’s something about him that marks dominance, confidence, and experience. You wonder if Matt is the same way but he's not here to confirm.

“Gonna let me have a little taste, darlin’?” 

His blood rushes straight to his groin at your helpless nod, “please.” Chris curses under his breath, both large hands hold your face delicately, afraid to break you. His lips brushed yours, internally groaning as you hesitantly part yours. 

After toying with you, his lips crash against yours. Soft, plumped, wet. That's how they felt, tasting so sweet, he wouldn’t be surprised if you made your own lip products with natural ingredients. It’s sloppy at first, trying so hard to catch up to speed but his sweet girl is such a fast learner. 

Chris’ tongue tangles around yours, taking all the air out from your lungs. There’s no point in hiding your sweet little whines that cry for more, he swallows them up, getting hungrier as you slowly give yourself to him. He bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it as he pulls away. 

“Fuck, Sugar, almost don’t wanna share you anymore.”

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You tended the farm animals, an easier task your daddy put you up to knowing his daughter has the biggest heart for living creatures. Also cause he wanted you away from all the other farm workers. More so the young cowboys, like Matt and Chris. Though the oldest was your old man's favorite.

A nice gentleman, that one. He thinks it may be his background, born from a lovely family. Not saying that Chris isn't respectful, he's just too serious. Matt's got your daddy's full trust but much to his dismay, he's got zero integrity when it comes to you.

Chris has warned him. Many, many times. Only reason Matt's got the job on your land was because of his younger brother, and Chris does not want to lose his job over his brother whom can't keep his dick in his pants.

But he's noticed you too. Thanks to Matt. Yeah, they've both shared pretty girls — It's completely normal for them.

"Matt, hurry up. Stop oglin' and get to work?

'Can't, she's real fuckin' pretty. Don't ya wanna see those round eyes starin' up at us?'

Oh he does, he really fucking does.

You've got your hair in braids, prancing around in those beaten up cherry red boots. After feeding your baby goat, you're off to doing your favorite task. Giving the boys their lunch made by your mother with a little sweet treat you baked the night before.

It's almost as if they're waiting for you, sitting in a chair near the table underneath a big oak tree — hands on their laps as they manspread.

A sight that makes your cheeks extra pink.

"Knew I smelled somethin' sweet as a peach," Matt begins, grinning with a toothpick in his mouth. The breeze passing by picks up on the ends of your dress, letting his eyes drop to your shimmering legs.

Chris is silent, always is but when words come out of his mouth it's got your head spinning.

"Y'look cute as a button, baby."

Baby. Your tummy swirled. It's way too hot.

"Thank you," Matt chuckles at your shyness, finding it extremely adorable. He leans forward, elbows prompted on his knees, giving your backside a shameless run down as you place the plastic tupperwares on the wooden table your daddy built.

He wants to reach out, feel the smooth skin glistening under the Texas sun. Chris shifts, leaning back with arms crossed behind his head, eyes on his brother.

"Twirl f'us, sugar," His southern twang hits you right in the core.

You've never craved a human being before, let alone two, but you want to be touched by them, taken care of. "C'mon, apple pie."

Your heads gone wild. You do as requested, earning a low whistle from the oldest and a lopsided grin from the other. Yeah, you've got them wrapped around your finger without even trying.

Matt stands up — the food now forgotten — his chest just centimeters away from your back, rough and big hands hovering over your waist, still reluctant to touch you.

"Ain't she just the cutest thing?" You're trapped between wanting to feel his hands on your body, to let him explore in any way he wants and yearning for Chris' attention, to look at you some more, to smile and nod when passing.

Chri can tell by the look in your big eyes that you want him — want them both — It's risky, sure, and that makes him wanna join in. A sweet girl like you tamed by them. He fucks with it.

His legs spread even farther apart, just thinking of having you has his cock growing in his dirty blue jeans. He nods to Matt's question, sizing you down like a hunter to its prey.

"The prettiest thing ever.”

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