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“Hey, baby?”

“In here!” You stopped folding clothes when Ubbe poked his head through the bedroom door and smiled at you. “Oh no, I recognize that smile. What’s up?”

“What? Nothing!” He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and started kissing your neck, in the same way that he usually did when he was going to ask a question that you might not like. You waited for him to open his mouth. “Mmmm,” he pressed his nose against your neck and inhaled deeply. “Are you wearing new perfume?”

“Ubbe!” You swatted his hands away and turned around, only for him to pin your hands behind your back and start kissing you again. “Just ask the damn question!”

“I can’t kiss my girlfriend and tell her she smells good?”

“Not until you tell me what’s up.”

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up to signify his defeat. “Can Hvitserk come over tonight?”

“Huh.” That had not been the question that you’d been expecting. Hvitserk came over so much, he might as well be living with the two of you. “Sure, but he’s round here all the time anyway.”

“Yeah, I know, but he broke up with Margrethe.”

“Again?”

It was a saga that had been going for a long time from what you’d heard from Ubbe, long before he had even met you. Hvitserk and Margrethe had first met in high school and became an item of sorts. Both of them played the field, never really serious about having a relationship, and you knew that Margrethe had flings with Sigurd and Ubbe as well.

The “thing” that was going on between her and Hvitserk didn’t develop into something more real until they went to college. Their relationship had been built on alcohol and drugs however, not a particularly good combination. It had gotten fairly volatile a couple of times as well apparently. Nightly screaming matches, clothes thrown out of the window, changed locks, that kind of thing.

As long as they were drunk or high, things were great, but whenever they weren’t using, it wasn’t quite as good.

Hvitserk eventually went to rehab because his mother had put pressure on him and a few months later, Margrethe was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder when she had started spiralling out of control in his absence.

They drifted back together when he was clean and she was in therapy, but Ubbe often commented on how bad they were for each other and that it was almost as if Hvitserk had quit one addiction only to become addicted to her.

“Yeah, again.” Ubbe shrugged and wrapped his arms around you again. “I don’t know. He’s a fucking mess. You know how he gets.”

“I know.” Whenever Hvitserk and Margrethe were ‘on a break’, he would get very down and wouldn’t leave his house for several days on end. “It’s nice that you’re asking him to come over. You wanna watch a movie or something? I could make some popcorn.”

“Something like that.”

“You have something else in mind? We could go out. Go to that new burger place.”

“Nah, I want to stay in.” He started kissing you again, with some more intent this time. “With my two favourite people.” You didn’t think anything of that particular remark for he said it often. When his hands started to wander, you wondered if Ubbe was going to sneak in a quick fuck before his brother arrived. “We could have some fun together…”

“We always have fun together,” you replied and you sat down on the bed, because you were pretty sure where this was going now. “Not as if I hate your brother or anything.”

“Oh yeah?” He pulled your shirt up over your head and started kissing a path from your neck down to your chest. “You like my brother?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied. “He’s nice.”

“Just nice?” He started kissing your breasts through the fabric that they were framed in and then scooped them out so he could circle his tongue around one of your nipples. “You don’t think he’s cute?”

“All of your brothers are cute.” The sentence ended with a moan when he scraped his teeth over your skin. “I told you before.”

“I know.” You heard an unrecognizable tone in his voice and when he stopped kissing you, you looked down at him to see why he had stopped. His expression was very serious all of a sudden. “What I guess I’m asking is if you’d want to fuck my brother.”

“What?” So that was what he had been building up to all this time. “You want me to… what?”

“No, no. I’m asking you if you want to fuck him. I’m not going to force you into doing anything you don’t want to.”

“Okay. Wow.” You’d almost entirely forgotten that you were half naked at this point and shifted on the bed. “I was not expecting that.”

“I know that this is a weird thing to ask, but he needs a distraction.”

“You want me to distract him by fucking him?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Yes. Technically.” He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand so he could hold it tightly. “Only if you want to.”

“Are you trying to palm me off to your brother?”

“What? No!” Ubbe made you move on the bed until you had folded your legs underneath yourself and was facing him. “Listen, I love you, okay? I’m not trying to get you to hook up with Hvitserk to get rid of you.”

“Then why ask me to do this?”

“Well, you see,” he started talking, but paused when he started gesturing with his hands. “We kinda used to do this kind of thing before.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Share.” Your frown told him that you didn’t really understand. “Girls. We shared girls.” You raised your eyebrows inquisitively in reply. “Fuck’s sake. You’re really going to make me say it, huh?” he said with a laugh. “We used to share Margrethe.”

For a long time, you had your suspicions that something more had been going on there. Ubbe had always insisted that he had just dated her for a while, but there was always something about the looks that she gave him that made you think otherwise.

And then there had been the openly hostile way that she had treated you with when you had first met her. You had formed an odd kind of friendship with her since then, based purely on the fact that you saw each other quite regularly, but you’d never forgotten about that first introduction.

“I knew it!” You poked a finger into his cheek that he brushed away. “You were always so fucking secretive about it!”

“Yeah, yeah, Sherlock. I’m dating a real genius.” He grabbed your legs and pulled them out from underneath you. You squealed when your back hit the mattress. “I was a teenager. I screwed everything that moved.”

“You still do.”

“Nah. I just screw you, baby.” The sweatpants that you’d been wearing were yanked off your legs and he made an appreciative noise when he noticed that you hadn’t been wearing any panties. “Preferably several times a day.”

“Sex addict.”

“Addiction runs in the family,” he said with a wink. “I’m just addicted to fucking you.”

“Lucky me.”

“But what do you think?” Ubbe leaned back and pulled his own shirt off. When he moved back within arms length, you unbuttoned his khakis. “Swear I’m not pressuring you. If you don’t want to do this, it won’t happen.”

“I’m thinking.” You slid your hand into his trousers and loosely wrapped your fingers around his half-hard cock. “What did you have in mind?”

“Fuck.” His eyes closed when you started pumping your hand up and down, his hips thrusting up into your hand along with your movements. “We could start making out and take it from there.”

“That’s it?” You held your hand still suddenly, just to make him open his eyes and look at you. “We kiss and then Hvitserk just joins in?”

“He’s going to need more than that obviously.” He dipped his head down so he could take your bottom lip in between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “I need more than that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You stuck your tongue out at him at the exact moment that you jerked your hand up. “Worried I wasn’t going to let you come?”

“Maybe.” He pulled your hand out of his trousers and pushed them down far enough for his cock to spring free. “So.” He moved one of his hands between your legs, sliding it up your thighs until he reached the top. “What do you say?” A single finger swirled your entrance, picking up your slick and spreading it. “You want to fuck my brother?”

“How about you fuck me first and then I answer?”

“Fair enough.” He pushed your thighs open wider and settled between them. He rubbed his cock against your folds a few times, to coat himself in your juices before pressing himself inside. “I already know your answer anyway...”

*****

Ubbe’s prediction was right.

You did want to fuck Hvitserk.

Even if you had never had any particular thoughts or fantasies about sleeping with any of his brothers, you were more into this than you had initially thought. Which was a surprise.

All that Ubbe had done after he had gotten out of bed was call Hvitserk to tell him that he was going to pick him up in a couple of hours and that he wasn’t going to accept any excuses. Hvitserk had barely even objected since he was more than used to having Ubbe drag him through these little episodes. He also knew that Ubbe would find a way of getting into his apartment anway, no matter how much Hvitserk pretended that he hadn’t heard the doorbell or his phone.

Right before Ubbe was going to pick up his younger brother, he had checked with you one final time to make sure that you really were okay with this and when you had assured him that you were, he finally left so you could prepare all kinds of foods that were bound to cheer Hvitserk up.

The fastest way to get to him was through his stomach, something that you had found out about a long time ago.

The two of them came back about fifteen minutes later and Ubbe nudged his brother into the living room before disappearing into the kitchen. When Hvitserk slumped down on the couch, barely acknowledging your presence, his shoulders pulled up so high that you could barely see his neck, his hands stuck in his sleeves and folded in front of his chest, you knew that it was particularly bad this time.

“Hey, Hvitserk.” You leaned over him and gave him a quick hug, but it was hard to do when he wouldn’t budge an inch. “I’m making super sweet popcorn. Your favourite.” His green eyes met yours for a split second and then he pulled the collar of his hoodie up over his chin. “I can make you some cinnamon hot chocolate too. With loads of whipped cream.” He huffed out a breath, somehow determined not to respond. “Got some peanut butter cups too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” At least that got a reaction. “Even baked some double chocolate chip cookies. I know how much you like those.”

“You’re the best,” he sniffed. “You got some…”

“Yes, I bought some strawberry cheesecake ice cream as well.” He beamed you a huge smile which didn’t reach his eyes, but you’d take it. This was the fastest that you had ever managed to get a smile out of him when he was in this state after all. “Honestly, Hvitserk, it’s like you’re on your period.”

“I wish.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

You ruffled his hair and disappeared into the kitchen. Ubbe was already shoving a bag of popcorn into the microwave and you grabbed the tin of cookies out of one of the lower kitchen cabinets.

“That bad, huh?“

“He cracked a smile when I told him that we had ice cream.” When you moved in to stand next to Ubbe, you briefly leaned your cheek against his arm. “He hasn’t been this bad in a while.”

“You still want to go through with it?”

“Do you really think that it will help?”

“Yeah, I’m positive. It’s either this or he’ll just keep locking himself in his apartment as he eats junk food for days. He’ll snap out of it faster this way at least.”

“If you say so.”

You were still highly skeptical. You’d known Hvitserk for a couple of years now and whenever he and Margrethe broke up, people would just leave him to his own devices for a few days and then, like clockwork on the third day, Ubbe would go round to his place, drag him out of bed and take him out to treat his brother to one of those huge ice cream sundaes that no normal person should be able to finish.

“Don’t know how the hell you can snap someone out of a depression with sex, but I’ll take your word for it.”

“We’re talking about Hvitserk here.” Ubbe leaned in closer to press his lips against your forehead. “He loves food and sex. It’s simple really.”

“If it was that easy, why not just take him to a stripclub?”

“Because you’re not supposed to touch the stripper, baby. You know that.”

“I did not know that and I don’t even want to know how you know that.” You patted his ass and gave him a quick squeeze. “At least I’m allowed to touch you.”

“I don’t think I like where this conversation is going,” he said with a quick wink. “But if you want me to put on some music…”

“You offering to give me a lapdance, big guy?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll remember that for later.” Ubbe might have been joking, but there was no way that you were going to forget about this. “I’ll go bring Hvitserk some cookies.”

“He’ll eat all of them if you let him.”

“He looked like he needed them so it’s alright.” You walked back to Hvitserk with a smile on your face and put the cookie tin on his lap. “Eat as many as you want, okay?”

Hvitserk sniffled a bit when you gave it to him, but tucked in to his first cookie anyway which he practically shoved into his mouth. By the time that you and Ubbe returned from the kitchen, him with the drinks and you with a tray full with all the aforementioned snacks, Hvitserk had already eaten half of them. He didn’t even look remotely apologetic when Ubbe chastised him over it, even going as far as to shove two cookies into his mouth when his brother tried to grab one for himself.

The movie that was eventually switched on was something that Ubbe had picked, because apparently Hvitserk’s woes could only be cured by watching a dumb action movie that didn’t require much thought. The choice had initially been left up to Hvitserk, but when he kept picking really depressing movies, like Leaving Las Vegas and Melancholia, Ubbe drew the line. You only wished that Ubbe had picked something other than a Steven Seagal movie, but you supposed that you wouldn’t have to pay attention the entire time. Not that you were paying attention now.

Ubbe’s fingers were swirling patterns onto your arm, lazily at first, but he was starting to press harder and moving his fingers towards the inside of your arm, occasionally brushing them against the curve of your breast.

Hvitserk for his part wasn’t noticing anything. He was far too preoccupied with reaching the bottom of the popcorn bowl. He was stuffing great big handfuls into his mouth and not really caring much about how it looked.

Seeing him eat had been mildly off putting at first. You remembered the first family get-together that Ubbe had brought you to and Hvitserk had sat opposite you, shoving great big spoonfuls of food into his mouth and talking with his mouth full. Ubbe had helpfully translated some of the things that Hvitserk had asked while he had grinned at you. Margrethe had been sitting next to him and would not stop glaring at you all throughout dinner.

It had taken some time, but you had gotten used to it now. Though whenever one of his other brothers introduced a new significant other, you saw them struggle with it just as much as you had done.

While you were busy reminiscing, Ubbe had decided that the time for teasing was over and cupped your breast. Caught somewhat off guard, you gasped loudly, your eyes darting to Hvitserk who was looking into the bowl, a frown appearing on his brow, quite possibly because of the fast dwindling contents and wondering when he could ask one of you to make some more.

Ubbe gave your pliant flesh a squeeze and you couldn’t stop a giggle from bursting free from your lips. Since nothing remotely amusing was happening on screen, Hvitserk looked in your direction and his green eyes fell on where Ubbe’s hand was in an instant. There was a hint of excitement present shortly followed by annoyance.

“Really, Ubbe?”

“What?” Ubbe squeezed again and started pressing light kisses against your neck. “I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“I’m eating, asshole.”

“So?” Ubbe’s hand was on your chin, turning your head in his direction so he could kiss you full on the lips. Your hands went up to the back of his head, threading your fingers in his short hair and keeping him close. “I love you, baby,” he murmured against your lips.

“Love you too.”

Hvitserk groaned. “Great. Rub it in.”

“I’ll rub something else,” Ubbe bit back. He clamped his other hand down on your thigh, waiting until Hvitserk was looking directly at it, then he slid it up and rubbed his fingers over your crotch. “You really need me, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low in your ear and drew moans out of you just by talking. “You’re seconds away from burning a hole in your sweats.“

“So do something about it.” You pushed your hips up against his hand, groaning when he applied more pressure. “I need you, now.”

“So demanding.” Whenever Ubbe commented on your lack of patience, that was usually the moment where he decided to take his time. Apparently seeing you grow more and more desperate was one of his favourite pastimes. “Don’t worry, baby. Won’t make you wait.” Your discomfort must have been visible on your face already. “Not that long anyway.”

“Bastard.” You swatted your hand at him, connecting with the back of his head. “Don’t you dare.”

“If you’re going to be like that…”

“Ubbe.”

“Just kidding.” He grabbed your legs and pulled them to the side until you were sitting sideways on the couch. You opened your thighs so he could fit between them. He leaned over you and kissed you underneath your ear so he could whisper, “We’ve got a show to put on.”

When you looked to your right, you locked eyes with Hvitserk who had been looking straight at you. His pupils were already dilated, reducing his green irises to nothing more than a thin green line. When Ubbe slid his hands under your shirt and started squeezing your breasts, Hvitserk’s tongue darted out of his mouth to swipe over his lips.

Ubbe pushed your shirt up over your torso, revealing the plain bra you were wearing underneath. You had suggested wearing something sexier, something just a little bit more exciting, like those barely there sets that you and Ubbe had picked out, the ones that never stayed on long enough, but you had been overruled. Apparently Hvitserk must have been led to believe that this was an “accident”, even if you had no clue why since it was highly likely that Ubbe would tell him that this entire thing had been concocted earlier.

Wanting it out of the way, you pushed yourself off the couch a little, and took your shirt off which you threw onto the floor. It didn’t take Ubbe long to take your bra off as well, so now you were half naked in front of his younger brother, which felt weird but also exciting.

“Doesn’t she have the prettiest tits you have ever seen, brother?” Ubbe cupped them from below, pushing them up, presenting them almost, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. “I know that you wanted to see them.” Your eyes darted back to Hvitserk, who had the almost empty bowl on his lap, his eyes fixed on your bare chest. “You told me you did.”

“He… What?” You looked back at Ubbe now, who had a mischievous smile on his face, and then at Hvitserk again, whose expression was a mixture of arousal with a hint of embarrassment. “When?”

“Remember when we went to the beach? That first time?” You nodded in reply, you did remember that day. “Serk was single, on another break,” he said the last two words with a sneer. “And you came out in that red bikini that you’d bought a couple of days earlier.”

There wasn’t anything in particular that you remembered about Hvitserk’s behaviour towards you that day, but that was probably because that fun outing was dominated by one event only. Ubbe had practically ambushed you when you’d come back from the restrooms at some beach club, only to drag you into another stall, and pulling your bikini bottoms to the side as he fucked you up against the wall.

“I remember, but you never told me about that.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had said that my brother had told me that he wanted to suck your tits after he’d had a couple of beers?” He picked that exact moment to lightly pinch your nipples and you moaned loudly in return. “Does that turn you on, baby?” Ubbe leaned down, his lips and tongue connecting with your skin. “You want Serk to do that to you?”

Ubbe pushed you back against the armrest, his mouth very much occupied at the moment. Even if Ubbe’s eyes were on your face the entire time, you wanted to know what his brother was doing and when you sneaked a peek, you saw that he was watching what was happening right in front of him very closely. You’d only ever seen him invest this level of interest in a sports game or in eating. His long fingers were playing with the rim of the bowl, moving in circles along the edge, back and forth, over and over again.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, your eyes still following his digits in this almost graceful dance over the ceramic. Hvitserk’s head snapped up so he could look straight at your face, noticing for the first time what you had been looking at all this time. “I do.”

“That’s a shame,” Ubbe murmured against your skin. “Because he’s going to have to wait his turn.” He sat back on the couch, hooked his fingers in your sweatpants and panties, and took them off in one fluid movement. “You can wait, can’t you?”

“Do I have a choice?” Hvitserk replied. He grabbed the bowl, put it on the coffee table and drew attention to his crotch when he readjusted himself in his trousers.

“Not really,” Ubbe said with a laugh. “She’s my girl, so I should have the first go, right?”

“Your house, your rules.” Hvitserk gestured at Ubbe to continue which Ubbe did by looming over you, giving you a quick kiss and then kissing a trail down your body. “Just don’t make me wait too long.”

“Because you might lose interest?”

“No, because I might end up shoving my dick in her mouth if you take too long.”

His words might have been crude, but they turned you on nonetheless. The thought of Hvitserk sticking his cock into your mouth as Ubbe fucked you was enough to push you to the brink and apart from Ubbe rubbing his fingers over your then still clothed core, nothing much had happened yet. When Ubbe reached your belly button, he pinched the inside of your thigh.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he said when you were about to ask him what the hell that was about, making the words die on your tongue. “Don’t you dare look away.”

With Ubbe’s intense gaze fixed on you like that, you wouldn’t have been able to look away even if you had tried. Even with Hvitserk sitting almost next to you, his legs were close enough to touch if you only reached your hand out, but you didn’t want to distract yourself. This was all about Ubbe and he was commanding your attention right now. The last few inches were torturously slow, moving so slowly that every time that he kissed you just a little bit closer to where you wanted him, you couldn’t help but shiver as nothing but excitement coursed through your veins.

His hot breath was the first thing that you felt, making you want to push your hips up into his face, your patience wearing thin, because it was taking too damn long. Sensing your impatience, he grabbed your thighs and hooked them over his shoulders first. You rolled your eyes at him, practically issuing him with a challenge, and he chuckled because of your flippant gesture.

“Am I boring you?”

“A little,” you shot back and he made your squeal in retaliation by pinching your ass. “Don’t.”

“You want me to stop?” You purse your lips tightly together to stop yourself from saying anything, knowing that he would only drag it out longer if you did. “Didn’t think so.”

Your silence was rewarded for once. He dragged a single finger between your folds, a quick little teaser, and then you felt his tongue part your folds, the muscle briefly pressing against your entrance, only to move up and stop right before he reached your clit. A frustrated groan escaped you and you could feel him smile against you, as he skipped the parts that would send you tumbling over the edge within seconds.

“Ubbe…” He applied just a tiny bit more pressure, making you gasp and buck your hips up into his mouth. “Please…”

“I love it when you beg.” He pressed one sweet, blessed finger into your channel, and pulled it out just as quickly. “Come on, sweetheart.” You felt the last syllable more than you heard it for Ubbe attached his open mouth over your entrance, exploring your swollen lips and lapping up your juices before pulling away yet again. “Beg.”

“Please, Ubbe.” You gave him exactly what he wanted, out of fear of him pulling away again, but he didn’t this time. “Please.”

But you were too far gone, too desperate to care about how the need laced your voice, repeating two words over and over as he sucked on your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Your voice grew higher in pitch, still saying only two words as if you were in a trance, when he pushed two fingers deep inside you, fucking you hard and fast with his digits.

A gasp was ripped from your lungs when his fingers curled up inside you, pressing the spot that made pleasure erupt inside you without fail every single time. Ubbe edged you closer still, his movements rougher, his tongue swiping against your clit harder. Your hands had reached back, grabbing the armrest so hard that your knuckles had gone white, pushing your upper body off of the couch the closer you got.

Ubbe doubled down, fucking you harder still, his mouth latched onto your swollen nub. You cried out as name as your orgasm reached its zenith, the balls of your feet pressing down hard at the top of his spine, one final quivering push of your hips up into his mouth, before you crashed back down onto the couch, completely and utterly spent. You laughed breathlessly, barely aware of your still twitching muscles and Ubbe’s tongue which was still licking you albeit more gently now.

The intensity of earlier was gone. The need to give you a scorching orgasm had passed now that he had done just that. If you didn’t know any better, you could be led to believe that he was merely showing off in front of Hvitserk, but the truth was that Ubbe had you screaming like this at least twice a week.

You had never had it this good before. Ubbe was a godsend, truly kissed by the gods in your humble opinion.

“That was amazing, baby.” Ubbe unhooked your legs, pushed your limp legs open further and crawled up your body. “You okay?”

Looking up at him lazily, a smile tugging on your lips, you were still completely blissed out. You wrapped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss, so you could taste yourself on his tongue. Ubbe settled into this lazier pace for a short while, knowing that you needed it after your earth shattering climax. It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving, grinding his rock-hard erection against you to make you aware of the fact that you might have come once already, but that he hadn’t.

“Feels like you need me, handsome.”

“What gave it away?” Ubbe pushed his hips up hard, ramming his clothed erection into you until you gasped. Your hands reached to his back, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it up roughly. “Off?”

“No, I want you to keep your clothes on,” you retorted and you exploded into a fit of giggles when his hands grabbed your sides, laughing well before he even had a chance to tickle you. “Yes. Off. Please.”

Ubbe pushed himself up until he was on his knees, sitting between your thighs. He reached down and pulled his shirt off, his head turning to the side so he could flash Hvitserk a wide grin. Your hand settled at the top of his sweats and you pulled on the waistband impatiently until he pushed that down as well. Since he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, his cock sprang free, swollen with need and drops of precum already leaking from the tip.

When you reached for it so you could wrap your fingers around his shaft, you turned your head to the side to look at the other couch. Hvitserk was watching what you were doing, his hand shoved down his pants, and you could tell that his hand jerked up at the exact moment that yours did. He was mirroring your motions and copying them as best he could, but he did not pull his hand away when Ubbe removed yours.

“Wait.” You blurted the word out quickly, knowing that Ubbe was seconds away from shoving his cock into you. He looked down at you questioningly when you pushed him back, wondering what you had in mind. “Change of plan.”

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position as well, you winked at Ubbe before turning your back on him and getting on your hands and knees. It didn’t take long for his palm to connect with your ass and when you wiggled your hips back and forth, he did it again. You put your elbows on the armrest, looked at Hvitserk and then at the empty spot right in front of you.

Hvitserk caught your meaning instantly and got to his feet so quickly that he almost slipped and fell, which would have put a severe damper on an otherwise fun evening. One of Ubbe’s hands followed the path of your spine, going up and down, as his brother got into position right in front of you. One of his hands had been stationary on your ass, but he squeezed the pliant flesh when you unzipped Hvitserk’s pants.

You felt the tip of Ubbe’s cock pressing against you, not quite pushing into you just yet, and you realised that he was waiting for the exact moment that you would take Hvitserk’s cock into your mouth, probably wanting to time it just right. You scooped Hvitserk’s erection out of his pants and boxers, his cock springing forward and standing at attention. You pressed a kiss to the tip first, tasting the salty precum on your lips when your tongue darted out.

Looking up at him, you held his gaze as you ran your tongue over the underside of his shaft, feeling every single vein underneath the smooth skin. Hvitserk groaned and reached down so he could run a few fingers over your cheek, in a gesture that was almost loving, before settling his hand on the top of your head and threading his fingers through your hair.

Ubbe pushed his tip into you, your walls already gripping him to pull him in deeper, the second that your lips slid over Hvitserk’s length. He kept going until his hips connected with yours, until you were gagging on his brother’s cock. When he pulled out, you followed suit, bobbing your head up and down along with him, and after a short while, the three of you had a rhythm going.

Whenever you moaned, the noises came out all garbled because you had Hvitserk’s cock in your mouth. It was almost too much to take, the way you practically choked on it whenever Ubbe rammed himself inside you with more force, causing you to propel forward slightly. Hvitserk for his part was fighting very hard not to grab your face and simply fuck up into your mouth. You could tell by the way his fingers settled at the base of your skull and how his other hand kept petting your cheek and jaw, his fingers constantly clenching and releasing as he fought the urge.

You slipped a hand down to his balls, which made him groan your name, and caused his hips to buck up. You felt his cock slide in deeper than before, hitting the back of your throat, making you suppress another gag. His balls tightened slightly and you knew he was close. You could also tell by Ubbe’s grunts that he didn’t need much longer either.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked hard on Hvitserk’s tip at the exact moment that Ubbe’s fingers found your swollen clit. He always wanted you to come alongside him no matter what. Pushing your ass back, taking Ubbe’s cock in as deep as was humanly possible, your walls gripped him tightly and his rhythm stuttered immediately. Moaning your own release, you buried Hvitserk’s cock deep into your throat and made your eyes water.

Hvitserk was mere seconds away from blowing his seed into your mouth, but it was a shame that Ubbe had other ideas about that.

You released Hvitserk with a sudden pop when Ubbe pulled you back against his chest, his fingers splayed out over your stomach, needing you close as he finished. His last few thrusts were desperate and uneven, his cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls with his cum.

As Ubbe hung onto you, his breath hot in your ear, Hvitserk dropped himself down on the couch right in front of you a few short minutes later. All his clothes had been removed, something that you were ashamed to say you hadn’t even noticed, having gotten too caught up in the heat of the moment with Ubbe. He was grinning widely as he looked at the pair of you and you wondered what was even going on inside his head right now after having been treated to such a display.

“Hvitserk’s turn,” Ubbe husked in your ear suddenly and then he let you go, sitting down behind you and laughing when Hvitserk raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Idiot.”

“That’s not nice,” Hvitserk replied and then he beckoned a finger at you, urging you to come in closer, but when you had been about to swing one of your legs over him so you could straddle him, he appeared to have changed his mind.

“What?” He put his hand on your sternum, urging you to stop. “What do you want me to do?”

But not even you had been expecting him to slide off the couch until he was sitting on the floor with his arms spread out in an invitation.

“Come on, hot stuff.” Hvitserk shifted, leaning back so his head was pressed against the seating area and his shoulders were pressed against the edge. “Right here,” he said as he started gesturing at his face.

“Are you sure?” You sounded more apprehensive than you actually were, like some virginal schoolgirl that had never tried anything, and inwardly, you were slapping yourself. “You don’t have to.”

“Fuck yeah I’m sure,” he shot back, reaching out to grab your hand and gently pull you in his direction. “And I want to. I want you to sit on my face.” Your eyes widened considerably and you made him snort with laughter. “What? My brother never does this to you?”

“What do you think?” Ubbe gave your shoulder a gentle nudge and you moved until your knees were pressed into the sofa right above Hvitserk’s shoulders, your shins and feet on his chest. “I wouldn’t skip something like that.”

“Maybe you got lazy.” The sentence ended in a laugh, because Ubbe had slapped his side. Hvitserk’s teeth nipped at your thigh which was so unexpected that it made you jump up a little. “Relax,” he said before pushing his chin up, opening his mouth and running his tongue over your pussy. “You taste divine,” he breathed against you.

You let out a loud moan, rocking your hips against him, your hands pressed against the back of the sofa to keep yourself upright. Hvitserk kept licking, tasting your juices and savouring every single drop. His arms circled around your thighs, pulling you down lower so he wouldn’t have to stretch his neck too far.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, tilting your hips forwards, to keep his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. He grazed it with his teeth and it made your hips stutter, so close already to making your muscles spasm and contract. “Hvitserk… oh my…”

The tremor in your voice made him laugh, making you push down on him in turn, as you chased the momentary vibrations. You felt a hand on your temple, brushing your hair out of your face. Ubbe seemed to want to see you as Hvitserk gave you another orgasm, your third, but the first one by his hands, or his tongue to be more precise. You turned your head to the side, barely seeing Ubbe because you had difficulty focusing.

Hvitserk didn’t exactly remedy the situation when you felt one of his fingers push between your wet and swollen lips and you cried out when he pushed a finger inside of you. You wanted to rise up, fuck yourself over his hand, but the one arm that was still wrapped around your thigh was like a vice, not allowing you to pull away.

When two fingers started plunging into you, you were a goner. You started bucking your hips up frantically, chasing the sensation, your walls clamping down on his fingers, your legs trembling as he batted his tongue against your clit one final time. You cried out when your entire body tensed up, every muscle contracting, pulled so tight you didn’t think you’d ever be able to move.

Finally releasing you, you felt Ubbe’s hands wrap around you, pulling you into his lap, pressing his lips against your hairline and telling you what a champ you were. You were panting so hard that it felt as if your lungs were on fire and you were vaguely aware of Hvitserk sitting down next to you again, hands circling around your ankles and pulling your feet onto his lap.

How long you sat like that, you didn’t know, but when you swallowed, your throat dry from all the noises that you had been making, Hvitserk handed you a glass. When you took a sip, you realised that it wasn’t the glass of coke that you had previously been drinking, but one of the beers that the boys had been having, probably his own.

“You okay?” Hvitserk took the glass when you handed it back, emptied it of its contents and put it away.

“Fine.” You were still breathless and looking down at Hvitserk’s lap, realising that there would be no chance to catch your breath anytime soon. Not until you had repaid the favour that he had just bestowed on you. “Perfect. Excellent.”

“He gets it,” Ubbe interjected with an amused chuckle. “You don’t have to name every synonym for ‘good’.”

“I know.” You grazed your lips over his lightly and added, “Just wanted to make him feel as good about himself as he made me feel.”

“Pretty sure he knows that already.” He pressed his forehead against yours, his bright blue eyes locked in on yours. “You were very noisy after all.”

“That bad?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“New to me though.” Hvitserk cut in on the conversation and both of you looked at him. “You gonna scream in my face like that?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Would I ask you if I didn’t want you to?”

“Fair point.” Ubbe put his hand on your lower back, very gently pushed you forward and off his lap. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.” He gave you one more nudge until you were sitting on your knees between them. “But Serk looks like he’s going to explode any minute now.”

“It’s not that bad, dude.” Hvitserk extended his hand and gave Ubbe’s shoulder a push. “But I’m not going to say no.”

“Good,” you said as you moved closer to him. “Because that really would have hurt my feelings.”

“Wouldn’t want to do that.” When he pulled his hand away from Ubbe’s direction, he extended it to you. You took it and he started pulling you in his direction, until the only thing that you could do was to lift one of your legs over his thighs and straddle him. Finally. “Now. Where were we?”

“You tell me.” Hvitserk leaned forward and his lips connected with your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he left a trail of kisses over the column of your throat. “Are you-“ you started but cut yourself off before deciding to rephrase. “I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone apart from your brother in ages. I’m fine with it if you don’t want to…”

“Clean,” he whispered back. “I’m clean. Get tested regularly just in case.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, knowing full well why he even did that in the first place. “I didn’t ruin it, did I?”

“No way!” Hvitserk cupped your face and gave you a fiery kiss to show that he was still as into this as he had been before you had bothered him with potentially unnecessary questions. “Think that would put me off?”

“Could have.”

“Well, it didn’t.” He moved his hands down to your ass, grabbing you and pulling you towards him until nothing but his hard cock was between you. “Feel that?”

“Yes.” You gyrated your hips against his just once. “I do.”

Shoving one hand between your bodies, you circled your fingers around his shaft. You studied his features when you started stroking him. The closed eyes with lashes that would make any girl jealous, button nose that was way too cute, his lips slightly parted and letting out little groans. Deciding that you couldn’t help yourself, you surged forward, pressing your lips against his and practically shoving your tongue in his mouth.

His hands lifted your ass up and you complied eagerly, using your hand to guide him into you and then slamming down a little too hard. You were so incredibly wet that it was almost embarrassingly easy for him to slide in. Hvitserk gasped when he felt your warmth envelop him, sheathed into you up to the hilt. His head fell back against the couch, essentially presenting his neck to you. You leaned forward and licked a stripe all the way up to his chin. He tilted his head back so he could look at you, the delight plastered all over his face. You sucked his bottom lip between yours, scraped your teeth over it and let him go.

When he opened his mouth to say something, you finally rocked your hips against his and effectively silenced him. Since he hadn’t minded how you had basically impaled yourself on him earlier, you picked up the pace, riding him hard. You could see that his hair had gotten loose from the bun that it was usually in. You reached for his ponytail, wrapping his soft hair around your fingers and tugging hard.

“Fuck, girl,” he whimpered, his fingers digging into your ass so hard by now that it would definitely leave a bruise. “Fuck yes.”

A breathless laugh burst free from your lungs, the pressure inside you growing. You bounced harder, plunging him as far as he could possibly go, rotating your hips against him until he let loose a slew of curse words. Very briefly, you wondered what this even looked like, if Ubbe was watching you as intently as his brother had done earlier. Curiosity peaked, you sneaked a glance in his direction, to find him with his head leaning on his arm, proud grin on his lips, watching you take what you needed from Hvitserk.

“Don’t look away,” Hvitserk said suddenly.

It had only been a few seconds, no longer than that, but when you focused all your attention back on him, he had a feral look in his eyes.

Hvitserk shifted slightly underneath you and then without any prior warning, started thrusting up into you hard and fast. You had taken from him before, but the tables had turned now. You yelped loudly and tried to meet his thrusts, but it was impossible. All you could do was let him set the gruelling pace, ramming himself into you over and over, barking out a laugh when you were past the point of coherency, sobbing and whimpering as he shattered you into pieces.

“Serk.” You barely even heard Ubbe’s chiding voice. “You’re forgetting something.”

“Fuck off,” Hvitserk bit back, his concentration broken for only a few seconds. “Didn’t forget.”

One of his hands moved to the front of your body so he could press his finger against your severely overworked clit. You screamed through your teeth, giving him exactly what he had asked for, your head thrown back as your fourth climax tore through you. Your walls clenched down on him hard, muscles fluttering around his cock, giving him just what he needed to finish himself.

Falling forward against his chest, your breath came in harsh gasps, mewling in between breaths as Hvitserk spilled into you in his final thrusts. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his breathing just as laboured as yours. Ubbe’s fingers wipe at your cheek, making you aware of a wetness on your skin that could not be attributed to sweat alone. You hadn’t even been aware that you had shed tears from coming so hard four times in a row.

“I am never coming off this couch ever again,” you said breathlessly. “I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“So you’re just going to stay on top of me?” Hvitserk inquired and you nodded in reply. “I’m not getting a say in this.”

“No.”

“Brother?”

“Don’t look at me,” Ubbe said. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

“See? Even Ubbe’s fine with it.” You nuzzled his neck, letting out a contented sigh when Ubbe covered the two of you with a blanket that you had draped over the couch. “I’m keeping you. Get used to it.”