cunt

The stimulation was too much to bare. One would come in and suck you dry, then fifteen minutes later the other would do the exact same.

You were left desperately touching yourself in between waits.

Your uncles - Ray and Frank - were so good to you. They always made time for you, even in between practise for upcoming shows where they were expected to perform flawlessly for thousands of fans - but having a moment with you meant much more to them than any number of fans ever would.

The fact you were their best friend's offspring was luck - luck that meant they had excuse to be near you without it being overly suspicious. Though, just for the extra precautions, they had made agree not to tell anyone - weird. You had to promise not to tell anyone about the dirty talking, and the kissing, and being bounced on their knees like you were five again, and the touching - the ever so rare touching was for nights one of them had been asked to watch you and by coincidence, both Ray and Frank had turned up at the same time.

What they were doing now was far more risky than sliding a hand over your waist as they vacated the house.

Frank had just been in your room, sucking hard on your neck whilst mumbling something about the limited time, and how it would probably be a good fifteen minutes before Ray could slip off himself and attend to 'your needs' - because this was all for you, not them. They didn't need to take time out of their important days to kiss up a fifteen year old, wouldn't that be ridiculous?

Frank had left you with a neck sensitive to the touch, and a threat of trouble that if Ray didn't report back to him that you'd had your fingers deep in your pussy when he walked into your room.

So here you were - digits curling in and out of your wet hole, the reminder of your uncles coming back to set you right from the discomfort of the aggressive contact to none at all.

You were jumping relentlessly into your hand when your door creaked open, instantly making you jump and scramble to pull your fingers out of yourself. Though you regretted it when you heard a condescending suck of the teeth emit from your doorway.

"Shut the door, please Ray." You whined, rolling your hips back onto your hand and watching your uncle stride over - not shutting the door, despite your plea - coming to hover over you just watching you hopelessly finger yourself.

It made you feel so small - so vulnerable, like a hole was being burned into your brain from how much he stared. That vulnerability was what made his fang-like teeth sink in below your jaw and his lips suction to the skin harshly - sure to later sting. It was surely to be noticed by your dad, surely to be brought up and questioned, surely to have you a scared and embarrassed mess. Sure yo have you shakily texting an unnamed group chat - sending a thousand apologies until they reassured you it wasn't your fault. Though they never did, as all it meant was another opportunity to take advantage of your naivety - you were convinced that punishment of two men in their forties that you trusted with your life piling into you was expected for an idiot like yourself.

"Ray- it's too much- my neck hurts from Frank-" You whimpered, trying to kick Ray's weight away from you but you were counteracted with him gripping your legs together, nailing them stiff by his side and continuing to scratch his teeth up and down your neck.

"Your dad had an awful lot to say about the markings on your neck." Ray groaned, nipping at the hyper sensitive skin, "It would be real inconvenient if he saw the ones in making right now kid." He said, finally biting fully down on the flesh - making you help but he immediately reacted with a harsh kiss (though it felt more like a headbutt with the way the bridges of your noses collided).

"Frankie's gonna be up in ten. I've seen him rubbing his guitar on himself this session." He hummed against the plush of your lips, pulling away so slowly it was agonising. Ray was always more slow, and gentle, reassuring you everything was okay even when it most certainly wasn't.

Frank, on the other hand, was the complete opposite - all unprepped touching, saying anything and everything to you straight from his arousal drunk brain, sometimes even spitting on you - calling you horrible names like you were no better than the shit on his shoes, not one of his best friend's only children but just a factory of pleasure. Taking the same thing over, and over, and over again.

The gap between Ray and Frank's pit stops was your only time to breathe, not left with a strict demand of not letting your horniness subside, taking the opportunity to push away the disgust in your gut and focus on the sexual attention you were finally getting.

Through your train of thought you hadn't noticed Frank slip his way into your room, interrupting your thoughts before they could get any more curious and kneeling by your bed.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, hand trailing up your scalp and you nodded instantly, desperately pushing your lips into his and feeling the smirk take over his lips simultaneously. He knew how much genuine care got to you, he just knew how to make it sound real - you were practically taking the lead in this, fingers tugging him closer on the shoulders off his tshirt. You nearly fell off the bed from how much you wanted one more nice thing to come out his mouth.

"Honey- baby," He cooed, delicate voice soothing your somehow still intact brain. "Can I just- put my cock in you- super quickly?" He pleaded without saying the words, grip on your hair tightening as he pushed himself back onto his feet - ready to sit ontop of you the moment your head even moved in the direction of a nod, or a shake - it's not like he actually cared, he only asked to make you more trusting of him, make you think you had a choice in this arrangement.

Still - you nodded, fast. You had remembered what Ray had told you about Frank and his guitar, wanting to please him like he imagined - no room for refusal that could result in punishment.

Frank positioned himself between your legs, having to force your face with four fingers on one cheek and a thumb on the other to make you to actually look at him - make you watch his fat and hard cock quickly disappear inside you, restrained groans bouncing around the room from both parties, the noise only being slightly drowned out as Frank had obliged to your ask of closing the door unlike Ray.

"You feel so good honey- fucking tight- tight little pussy- so fucking-" He slurred, more to himself than you.

He was quick to cum - and quick to go - leaving you with hot, white cum painted up your shirt and immediately fucking off. Because this was always about them, not you. Never you.