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“She's Baz's kid.” That's what Pope says on the phone to his brother Titus. “He gave her up for adoption when she was a baby. She's about to turn eighteen.”

“Doesn't that make her an adult?” Titus can't believe he picked up the phone. 

He hasn't talked to Pope since they found out that their father had left everything to Titus and Ursula in his will. Though, technically, Titus ended up with everything because the accident that killed their father killed Ursula as well. 

A helicopter malfunction. 

Terribly unfortunate for them that Titus refused to go to that stupid mansion that their father always insisted on going for the holidays. It can only be traveled to and from by helicopter. There are no roads. So, they met their demise on that mountaintop. 

Since Pope and Julia are technically Chester's children, they were present at the will reading but their mother Smurf was the one who raised them since they split the children evenly in the divorce. Not a traditional thing to do but when both girls and both boys are a set of twins, it works out. 

That was the first time Titus met Pope. He didn't realize that they were identical twins. His father had no clue. He hadn't seen Pope since he was a baby so there was no way of knowing that they'd grow up to look exactly the same. They never met until right then. 

And now, a few months later, Pope is trying to get Titus to take some kid off his hands. “I can't raise her alone.” 

“What is there to raise?” Titus can't wrap his head around it. You're practically an adult. 

It is a tragedy that your adopted parents died suddenly but he doesn't understand how this is somehow his problem. Especially when you're not even a blood relative. Baz is Pope's adopted brother. Titus shouldn't get involved in this. 

“Just help me get her situated. I have a record. I can't be her legal guardian. It has to be you.” Pope wouldn't be asking for help if he could do it. 

He doesn't want you placed in the foster system, even if it's only for a few weeks until you turn eighteen. He knows how bad it can get. You deserve to be around people who will take care of you, like him.

“Just until she turns eighteen.” Titus caves but for a price. “Then, you never call me again. Got it?” 

“I'll send you the paperwork.” Pope hangs up before Titus can take it back. 

He looks up at you, seeing the haunted look on your face. You've never met him before. You don't know anything about your biological parents. Pope told you that you had a half-brother, Joshua, but he died in the house fire that took your father's life, along with your other uncles and your grandmother. Your Aunt Julia had overdosed just a few weeks ago. 

Pope was the only one left. Just like Titus. Just like you. 

You all are the last of your pockets of family. 

And now you're all together. 

“Your Uncle Titus will be adopting you, so you won't get put in the system.” Pope tells you, trying to reassure you. 

But you just survived a horrific car accident, where you watched your parents scream and bleed out in front of you while you were trapped in the backseat. 

You aren't really in the state to talk. 

“I'm sorry this happened to you.” He sits down beside you. “Everything will be okay. We'll take care of you.” 

You're unsure about that but you don't have the mental capacity to think about anything right now.

You stay like that for more than a week, completely mute.

Titus pinches the bridge of his nose. “What the fuck. She hasn't said a word this whole time.”

Him and Pope are standing in the middle of the kitchen, discussing what to do about your silence. You're fast asleep in your room. Titus ended up buying a three bedroom apartment near a highly rated private school, so when you start your final semester, you will have graduated from a top ranked school. Better for your college applications.

But they need you to start talking by then. 

Because you have to pass the interview. 

“I've already sunk the tuition cost. She hasn't said a word to you at all?” Titus has plenty of money, since he's a billionaire, but he's just irritated that he has to waste it. 

“Nothing. She did watch her parents die, Titus. Give her some slack.” Pope is sure it will be a long time until you feel okay. The people who raised you are gone and you're living with two people you've never even met before. 

“I'm putting her in therapy.” He pulls his phone out, dialing his assistant to find the best therapist for you. Not because he cares about you, but because there's no point in not getting the best of the best if he can afford it. 

“Maybe we just homeschool her for the last year. Isn't that an option?” 

That is a good option, especially if you need the flexibility. 

Titus tells his assistant to research that as well. He never knew dealing with a kid would be so difficult. Though, again, can he call you a kid when you're only a few weeks away from being eighteen? 

Why does it matter to him? You'll be out of his way when you turn eighteen and he'll never have to think about you again. 

But that is growing more and more difficult to separate himself when he hears you crying in your room every day. 

Titus had picked the room in the apartment that had a bathroom attached to it, since he didn't want to share a bathroom with you or Pope. In retrospect, he should've just bought a bigger apartment. But he figured he wouldn't be staying here long and this would be easier to rent out later than some extravagant luxury high rise apartment.

But because he picked this room, it's right next to yours. 

And you cry a lot. 

It's the only time you make noise. 

Other than when you cry at night, you barely make a sound. You stare blankly at your uncles during meals. You go to your room whenever you're done eating. You don't interact with them beyond the brief nod. 

Pope tries to talk to you but you don't answer him. If he asks a yes or no question, like what you'd like for dinner, sometimes you'll move your head but other than that, you don't do much socializing. 

You've never been a very social person. Your parents really were your whole world. You have always been shy, more shy than most. Talking to people scared you before, but it scares you even more now. You lost your safe space. 

And now you're on the other side of the country, living with two men who aren't even related to you, who look exactly alike, and you're more nervous than you have ever been in your life. 

The therapist helps. You manage to talk little by little every session, though you mostly type out your words on your phone. 

By the time you turn eighteen, you're finally saying a few words here and there. 

Pope pulled Titus aside the day before your birthday to plead to let you stay for a bit longer, since you're showing actually improvement and he can't possibly take you away from here now. Titus hates to admit it but he has been grateful you have spoken a little. He doesn't know why, but it gives him a strange sense of accomplishment. 

So, he agrees. 

And they take you out to celebrate your eighteen birthday. 

You've taken to texting them when you want to say something. Texting makes things a little easier for you, so you all have a group chat now. 

You: Thank you for the birthday gifts. 

You send that then give them both a little soft smile when they read it. 

“You're welcome.” Titus didn't know what you're supposed to get a girl on her eighteenth birthday. He got Ursula a necklace so he bought you one too. 

You're wearing it right now. 

You look beautiful with it on, though that might just be because you are beautiful. 

A thought that hadn't crossed Titus's mind until now. 

“Do you want me to show you how to unload and reload it?” Pope had bought you a gun. 

You nod and watch as he shows you everything. You never thought you'd get a gun but apparently your uncle is very good at using guns and he always carries one. Force of habit. You don't know why, though. You haven't asked. Maybe you should. 

“Just keep it in the case until we go out shooting, okay?” Pope puts the gun away and locks the case. He couldn't think of what to get you but he figured teaching you how to shoot would be a good idea in general, so you know how to defend yourself. 

“Okay.” That's one of the few words you say. 

Pope likes hearing it. He likes hearing your voice. It's like a small win every time he does. The sound of it is growing precious to him. 

You look down at your phone and then text them again. 

You: Can I skip school tomorrow? 

“No.” They both say at the same time, which startles Titus and Pope. That's never happened before. 

Pope is surprised Titus said no. He thought Titus would be the more lenient one since he doesn't really care about you. But maybe he's starting to care. A lot more than he thought he would. 

Because you are a very sweet girl. 

You pay attention to small things. You polish Titus's cufflinks in your free time because he likes them shiny. You keep Pope's boxing gear clean so it's ready whenever he wants to use it. 

You had always done chores around the house for your parents so you do the same here. You don't make a fuss about anything. You actually go out of your way not to be a burden of any kind. 

It's something you've been talking about in therapy.

“You seem to like your uncles very much.” Your therapist says, inviting you to talk about it. 

You've started talking a bit more, so you tell her, “I do like them. They're very nice. But…” 

You play with your hands, nervous. You want to talk about this but it's been hard to. Your therapist is patient though, letting you take your time.

Then, you admit, “I'm eighteen now. My parents left me some money that I have access to now. My uncles don't…have to help me anymore. I'm not even their real niece. They shouldn't be wasting their money on me. I don't want to take advantage of them any longer.” 

“Are you taking advantage?” Your therapist doesn't like the way you're wording that. 

But that's how you feel. 

Because the last few weeks, you've been spoiled by your uncles more than you want to confess in therapy.

Since you've started speaking, they talk to you a lot more. You have most of your meals with them unless Titus and Pope have things to do. They tell you the craziest stories because they like your little giggles and your shocked faces. 

You all watch movies together. Sometimes you fall asleep in the middle of one and Titus lets you rest on his shoulder while you sleep until he falls asleep. Then Pope will carry you to your room and tuck you in. Sometimes you'll wake up and he's sleeping beside you. 

There are times where you'll cry in the middle of the night and Titus will come in and you let him get into bed with you, letting him hold you until you fall back asleep. 

Whenever you ask for something, they get it for you. Your phone was acting up so Titus bought you a new one the next day. Latest model, pretty case, screen protector, the works. Whenever you want a sweet treat, Pope will happily take you out and share a cup of ice cream with you. 

They don't let you pay for anything, even though you've said on several occasions that you have your own money now. They tell you to save it for college and to focus on your homeschooling. You do because Titus hired the best homeschooling teachers to come see you three times a week. The other four days a week, he takes you on trips around the world with Pope. 

Him and Pope have started a side business of robbing rich people's unguarded vacation homes. Mostly for fun, since neither of them really needs the money. They find it cute when you ask them where they got all the new clothes and jewelry for you. 

You've gotten a lot of gifts since you turned eighteen. 

You checked the prices for most of these things and they are worth way more than what your parents left you. 

That's why you feel like you're taking advantage of them. They keep giving you so much but you have nothing to give them in return. 

You try explaining this to your therapist but she just tells you, “you're their family. You don't owe them anything. Maybe they just want to spoil you after everything you've been through. You don't have to feel bad about it. Just enjoy the attention.” 

But it's growing harder to enjoy it when you find yourself flustered every time you look at them. You've never been…attracted to anyone before. You've never found anyone attractive before them. It's hard not to be when they both share the same handsome face. 

It's worse when you see one of your uncles shirtless. Especially Pope. It feels like he's constantly walking around without a shirt on. 

You've told him on several occasions to put on a shirt but he thinks you're just being cute when you go, “please put on a shirt, Uncle Andrew!” 

“I just worked out. I'm not getting a shirt dirty.” He chuckles, unscrewing the lid of his water bottle and gulping it down. 

You hate that you stare at him when he does, watching the water drip off the side of his lip, wishing you could lick it up. You slap yourself for even thinking that. 

What is wrong with you! 

It's not normal to imagine him, hot and sweaty like he is when he works out, on top of you, pinning you down, spreading your legs open and—

You jolt in your seat on the couch when you feel Pope's hand on your cheek. “Is it too warm in here? You're burning up.” 

“I-I'm okay.” You do feel heat pooling at your core but it's not because of the temperature in the room… “I probably should shower.” 

“Do you want to go first?” He's asking since you and him share a bathroom.

“Oh, no, it's okay. I'll just use Uncle Titus's bathroom.” Sometimes you do when Pope is using yours. 

“Do you know when he'll be back?” Pope hasn't seen him, since he was just at the gym. 

You shrug because you were on a field trip today to a history museum with your homeschool teachers. 

“Whatever.” Pope couldn't care less about what his brother is up to. 

You do, though. 

Because you go to Titus's room, so you can go take a shower, and as you walk up to the bathroom door, you hear the water running already. 

Is Titus home? You had no idea—

You clamp your hand over your mouth when you hear him say your name all raspy. The bathroom door is open just a smidge and you can't help but peer inside. 

The sight leaves you speechless. He has his hand splayed wide against the tiled wall of the shower with his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it vigorously in his hand until he cums. You've never seen him naked before. 

You've never even seen a cock before right now. Are they normally…that big? Is that supposed to fit inside you—

You feel his gaze on you and you look up, locking eyes with him. You quickly shut the door completely then you want to say something but…the words won't come out. 

You just stand there, mortified that he caught you watching him. Why did you watch him? 

And why is your underwear soaked? 

You jump when the door to the bathroom suddenly opens and Titus has a towel wrapped around his waist, holding onto it securely. Steam filters out of the bathroom, making your skin warm. Though, maybe that's just from the sight of water dripping off his bare body. He must've gotten out in a hurry, his hair slicked back. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest from all the horrid thoughts that are rampaging in your mind. Like how he could stalk towards you and grab a hold of you and—

“What are you doing in here?” He keeps his voice neutral, flat.

Because he has no clue how long you have been watching him. But from how flustered you look, you must've heard him calling out your name before he came. He doesn't want to scare you away by sounding angry.

But he really wishes you hadn't witnessed that. 

“I-I…” The words are getting caught in your throat. 

“Where's your phone?” His eyes trail down your body then point to your pocket. “Type it out.” 

You nod and then quickly pull your phone out from your pants and start typing out a message into the group chat. 

You: I came in here to take a shower. I didn't know you'd be in there. I promise I didn't see anything. 

You don't realize when you turn the phone to show Titus, you accidentally hit send. So Pope gets that text message when he's getting out of the shower. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Pope comes into Titus's room, also with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “When the fuck did you get home?” 

“I've been home. When did you get back?” Titus didn't hear either of you come in. 

“A few minutes ago. I had to leave the gym early to pick her up since the museum had to close early for an event.” 

Ah, so that's why Titus's sweet alone time was interrupted. He thought he had at least another hour all to himself. 

“What is this text about?” Pope meets your flustered gaze, gesturing to his phone. “Tell me now.”

You shake your head. You are definitely not typing that out. 

Titus notices the way your body is trembling. Though, on closer examination, it seems more like you're vibrating. The nerves must be rolling through you. You did just watch your uncle jerk off to the thought of you. 

But you didn't scream. You didn't run away. 

You stayed and you watched…

Because you liked it. That much Titus is sure of now.

“It was nothing.” Titus places his hand on your shoulder. “I left the bathroom door a little open and I heard her close it so when I asked her what happened, that's what she typed.”

You don't know why Titus is covering for you. You thought he would tell Pope the truth. But he just presses into your shoulder with his thumb, rubbing little circles into your skin that is causing more heat to pool in your core, imagining him doing that somewhere else…

“You can shower now.” He tells you, patting you on the shoulder before letting you go. “Unless you want to go to your bathroom.” 

“I-I'll shower here.” That way you don't have to walk past Pope while you're all feverish like this. You shut the bathroom door behind you, locking it, breathing out a sigh of relief. 

Your uncles start talking the moment the door is closed. 

“She watched me jerk off.” Titus tells Pope what really happened. “That's why she wrote that.” 

“What the fuck, Titus? You didn't know she was there?” 

“Not until I finished. I don't know how long she was there for. She might've been watching the whole time.” 

“She was already sweating from me with just a shirt off. I'm surprised she didn't pass out seeing you jerk off.” Pope knows how much seeing his body affects you. That's why he does it. He likes the way your eyes stay plastered onto his body whenever he comes home from the gym.

“How much longer do we wait?” Titus is getting impatient. “Did this fuck the timeline up?” 

“Her therapist said she likes us a lot.” Pope shrugs. “I think everything will be fine. Just don't do that shit again.” 

“I won't. Just give me a heads up next time you're back early, for fuck's sake.” Titus goes to grab some clothes. “Now get the fuck out of my room.” 

Pope leaves, shutting the door behind him. 

You cling to the bathroom door, your heart hammering in your chest. You heard that whole conversation. 

What were they talking about? 

What timeline? 

And why do they know what you talk to your therapist about? 

What is going on… 

Everything has been normal since that day. Completely normal. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. 

Except, your uncles have been touching you a lot more. 

You thought you were making it up in your head but…you definitely aren't.

You notice the way Pope's foot brushes against your ankle under the dining table. You catch Titus's hand lingering on the small of your back. You try your hardest not to react when they both place their hands on your thighs when you sit between them during your movie nights. 

You don't say anything about it because you don't want it to stop. But you should want it to stop. 

Because you can't get them off your mind. This is unhealthy. They're your uncles. You can't be lusting after them like this. 

But you keep imagining their hands drifting higher up, pulling your underwear aside so they can slip their fingers into you. Or bury their cocks inside of you. Both of them…

You curl into yourself in bed, your fingers soaked from touching yourself for the fifth day in a row. You can't handle it. You must be ovulating. You always feel pent up when you're at this stage of your cycle. 

You get up from bed so you can go out to the bathroom across the hall. But when you open your door, Pope is outside. He must want to use the bathroom too. 

“You can go first.” You tell him, hiding your hands behind your back. You can't let him see how wet it is. He'll wonder where it's from and you can't possibly explain it. 

But he sees the way you have your legs crossed. He watches your chest rise and fall too quickly. 

You must've just touched yourself. He had come out to check if he was hearing things or not. He's glad he was right. 

He likes the sight of you squirming like this. 

So, Pope decides to make you squirm a little more by snatching your wrist from behind your back. Your eyes widen when he stares at your wet fingers. 

“Did you spill something?” He asks, even though he can tell by how slick it is what's coating your hand. “Why is your hand all wet?” 

“Uncle Andrew, please let go…” You can't take how embarrassed you are right now. 

“Answer my question.” He tugs you closer to him, bringing your hand right up to his face. “What is this?” 

You shake your head, not able to say anything. 

What the hell are you supposed to say? 

You can't possibly tell him it's from you touching yourself to the thought of him and his brother. 

You gasp when he drags his tongue up along your palm to your fingertips, licking your hand clean. Then, he hums, the sweet taste making his cock throb in his sweats. 

“I think I know what this is.” He steps towards you, backing you up against the wall of the hallway. “It's what's dripping between your legs right now, isn't it?” 

He lets go of your hand so he can slide his hand into your pajama pants, slipping past your underwear. You bite down on your lip when his fingers graze your wet folds before going to tease your swollen clit. 

He leans in, whispering into your ear, “why is my niece's clit so hard? Have you been touching yourself?” 

You feel his cock rubbing up against your thigh as his thigh holds your legs apart. His fingertips swirl little circles around your clit, playing with your bundle of nerves. You're already getting close again. 

You need to tell him to stop. He can't be touching you. He's your uncle! 

“Please stop.” You tremble, your hand gripping his shirt, trying to push him away but failing miserably. He's like a rock wall. You can't get him to budge… 

“It's a yes or no question.” He looks at you with that harsh glare of his. “Have you been touching yourself?” 

You blink back tears as you nod in response. He rewards your honesty by slipping two thick fingers inside of you before he starts palming your clit. You clamp your hand over your mouth, a moan nearly escaping. You can't let Titus hear what Pope is doing to you out here. 

“Are you afraid your uncle is going to catch us?” Pope taunts, liking the fear in your eyes. “Or, are you afraid he's going to join us?” 

You cum so hard from the thought of Titus coming out here and touching you too, squirting all over Pope's hand, soaking through your pants. Your breaths are ragged against your palm, barely muffled. You're so dizzy from your orgasm but Pope won't stop touching you. 

“What a mess you've made.” He shakes his head, his words humiliating you. “We might as well take these off.” 

He yanks your bottoms off with his other hand, dropping them to the floor. Now you're bare from the waist down and you have a clear visual of his hand between your legs. 

You cum again from the sight of him fingering you. He smiles at how easily you cum. You're so sensitive. So precious. So malleable. So easy to corrupt. 

Maybe that's why Pope pushes you a bit. “Do you want me to do that again?” 

You should shake your head. You should tell him no. You should not let this happen again. 

But when your eyes meet his and his gaze is full of lust, you nod. 

That's when he drops to his knees, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder so he has clear access to your dripping pussy. Your fingers slip into his hair the moment his tongue flicks your clit, your other hand permanently clamped around your mouth. His fingers curl inside of you, pushing you close to the edge again. 

And his words push you right off the cliff, “I want my niece to cum on my face.”

Your eyes go blurry when you cum, drenching his face, giving him ample to lick up eagerly. The wet sounds fill the hallway and there's no way Titus doesn't hear it. He's bound to come out soon and catch you.

He definitely will when you let out a scream when Pope seals his lips over your clit and starts sucking as his fingers keep fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Oh god, Uncle Andrew, I can't—” You have both hands in his hair now, holding him steady, grinding against his face, cumming so hard that you see stars in your vision. 

That's when Titus swings his door open, huffing angrily the moment he sees the two of you.

“What the fuck, Pope?” Titus comes up to the two of you, seething. “I thought we were going to wait.” 

“Does it look like we need to wait anymore?” Pope licks his lips, pulling his fingers out of you, showing Titus how slick they are before he puts them into his mouth, savoring the taste. 

“Did you like having your uncle eat you out, my little niece?” Titus grabs a hold of your face, making you look at him. 

You nod, heat flooding your system when he smiles so devilishly at you. 

“She was touching herself.” Pope explains to Titus why the two of you are out here. “She tried hiding it from me.” 

“What were you thinking about while you touched yourself?” His eyes trail down, seeing how much your legs are trembling. “Were you thinking about us? Were you fantasizing about your uncles fucking you?” 

Again, no words leave your lips. You can only nod, so bashfully. 

Titus could just swallow you whole. You're so cute and innocent, but also filthy at the same time. 

To think, they didn't have to persuade you. You already want them. 

“Show me.” He steps back, gesturing for you to touch yourself. “I want to see how you do it.” 

You swallow, the nerves locking your throat. 

“Ah, but first,” he reaches forward, gathering your slick in his palm, “I need some of this.” 

Then, you watch as Titus pulls out his hard cock, wrapping his wet hand around it, stroking himself to the sight of you shaking. Pope sees where this is going so he does the same, grabbing some of your wetness so he can touch himself while looking at you. 

You stare at them, rubbing their cocks, both of them so hard because of you. Because of their niece. And you're dripping wet between your legs because of your uncles. 

You dip your fingers into your pussy, curling them as your other hand grabs one of your breasts over your sleep shirt, pinching your nipple. 

“Take off your shirt.” Titus demands and you shake your head, making him snarl. “Do it now or I rip it off.” 

You're scared at how much slick drips out of you when he says that, your arm tugging off your shirt, leaving you completely naked in front of them. 

“Now rub your clit. We'll handle your breasts.” Titus gets close to you again, his free hand grabbing your left breast, pinching your nipple exactly how you did earlier, making you cum on your hand at how rough his touch is. “Hurry up, Pope. She might cum again without you.” 

Pope growls in annoyance, grabbing your right breast with his free hand, rolling your nipple between it as he continues to jerk himself off. Then, he leans in, whispering into your ear, “I want to fuck you so badly, my little niece.” 

You bite back a moan as you drench your hand again, aching from how hard you're rubbing your own clit. 

“Please fuck me.” You let out in a little whimper, your pussy desperate to be filled.

Your uncles catch that, turning to look at each other. The look they share is evil. 

Pure evil. 

“Say it clearly.” Titus looks right at you, searing you with his hot gaze. “Say you want your uncles to fuck you.” 

“No, she should say she wants her uncles to take her virginity.” Pope corrects, his words shooting such a thrill through you. “Our niece wants us to defile her. Isn't that right?” 

You nod but the words won't come out. It's like they're locked up in your throat. That pulls a sadistic laugh from them both. 

“Aw, she's shy.” Titus leans in, giving you a small peck on the cheek before whispering into your ear, “and yet so naughty, dreaming about her uncles taking her virginity. Why don't you let us make your fantasy a reality, sweetie?” 

“All you have to do is say it and we'll give you everything you want.” Pope tells you, his voice low, seductive, intoxicating. 

You can have them both, buried inside of you, filling you up. Your eyes dart between them, at their similar handsome faces that have been the subject of all your darkest fantasies. 

Then, you breathe out, all airy, “I want my uncles to take my virginity, please.” 

Pope immediately lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your bedroom. Titus doesn't follow behind because he needs to go grab something they had bought to help prep you. 

He comes back to the sight of you straddling Pope, your lips on his. Pope kisses you softly, liking how eager you are to meet his lips now that you've completely given into temptation. You know you shouldn't be doing this but you're grinding your bare pussy over the swell in his pants, wishing he was buried inside of you already. 

“Are you being impatient, sweetie?” Pope nuzzles your nose playfully before scolding you. “You're getting my sweats all dirty.” 

“Sorry, Uncle Andrew.” You can't help it. 

The friction feels so good, especially when his cock throbs at you saying his name. 

Titus climbs into bed and since he's behind you, you don't see what he's carrying in his hands, setting it down behind you. But you do let out a shriek when you feel cold lube on your ass. 

“Quiet, sweetie.” Titus presses a finger against the tight ring, rubbing along the circle. “You'll wake the neighbors. And then how are we going to explain this to them?” 

“B-But…” You whimper when he pushes a finger inside, filling your ass up in such an unfamiliar way. 

“You wanted us to take your virginity.” Pope has you pay attention to him and his words instead of Titus prepping your ass. “That means both holes, sweetie.”

“It'll feel good to have us both inside of you.” Titus slowly starts to thrust his finger, trying to loosen you up enough to add another one. “Our little niece is going to cum so hard on our cocks.” 

You pinch back tears when he fits another finger inside of your ass. Pope leans in to kiss you, his fingers trailing down to sink back inside your pussy. You gasp against his lips, feeling full on both ends all of a sudden. 

You cling onto his shoulders for leverage, your whole body shaking from their fingers thrusting in sync, the rhythm making your hips buck. You're going to cum from this. 

From your uncles fingering you at the same time.

You muffle your cries into the crook of Pope's neck when your orgasm hits, squirting all over his lap from the intensity. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy and Titus starts to move his fingers more in your ass, spreading you open, stretching you out. 

“No, no, no—” The sudden onslaught of pressure sends heat straight to your core and you cum uncontrollably again, this time just from him playing with your ass. 

“Cum one more time, sweetie.” He wants you to learn to let this feel good. “Then I'll put the toy in and we can play with your pussy again.” 

The what… 

You turn around, squirming the moment you see the dildo on the bed. Pope grabs your hips, holding you still, not letting you run away. 

“It's too big, it's too—” You scream when Titus stuffs another finger into your ass, your body gushing against your will. Pope rolls your clit between his fingers, helping you ride the orgasm that's crashing through you. 

Then, you feel more lube on your ass when Titus pulls his fingers out and the silicone tip of the toy pushes passed your tight ring to replace them. It's shaped just like a cock, making you feel like someone is fucking your ass right now. 

“Breathe, sweetie. You can take it.” Titus knows you can because you'll have to. His cock is much bigger than this dildo and you need to be able to take him. “Just relax. It'll be completely inside soon.” 

When you feel the toy hilt, you breathe out a sigh of relief. Pope wipes the tears away, kissing your cheeks lovingly. 

“Good girl, you did so well for your uncles. Now we're going to reward you.” Pope thrusts his fingers back inside of your pussy, curling them. “We're going to make you cum a lot with your pussy before we take your ass.”

You grind your hips against his hand, your orgasm building so quickly from how full you feel. You cum when Titus comes back from washing his hands and he smiles at you, enjoying how dazed you look. 

“I want to kiss her now.” Titus gestures for Pope to trade with him. 

Pope flips you around, so your back is pressed up against his chest, the toy being held firmly inside of you now. Titus climbs into bed, loving how wet you are between your legs. You're practically begging to be fucked. 

“Who do you want to take your pussy, sweetie?” Titus asks since he doesn't care. Either way, he's taking one of your virginities. Might as well let you pick. 

“I don't want to pick…” You can't make that choice. It's too difficult.

“Pope?” Titus defers to him, then. “What do you want?” 

“I want her pussy.” Pope decides. “I want my cum to fill up her womb.”

Your eyes widen. “W-Wait, you're not going to wear a condom?” 

Titus laughs menacingly, the sound sending chills down your spine. “Did you expect us to?” 

“Yes!” You can't get pregnant. You're only eighteen. You especially can't have your uncles’ children…

Titus tilts your chin up to look at him, letting you get a clear shot of him shaking his head at you. “We are going to fuck you raw, sweetie. That's what you agreed to.”

“I didn't—” He doesn't let you say another word, his lips hungrily sealing over yours. 

Titus doesn't kiss you like Pope did. He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, every kiss swallowing you up completely, his tongue darting into your mouth, taking up as much space as possible. It doesn't help that Pope is rubbing your clit while his other hand plays with your nipple, making your body enjoy the rough kissing. 

You cum while Titus is kissing you, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing. You're aching to be filled there but you have to get them to use protection.

“Please, Uncle Titus.” You beg him when he finally lets your lips free. “You have to use a condom.” 

“I don't have any.” He smirks, liking how defeated you look. The sadist in him is peeking out, ready to play. “Are you not going to let us fuck you without a condom?” 

“I can't get pregnant.” You still need to finish high school. You want to go to college. 

“It's okay if you do.” He tries to reassure you. “I have plenty of money. You don't have to do anything for the rest of your life except have our children, sweetie.” 

“No, no, no, I don't want—” You yelp when Pope tosses you onto your back, pinning you down, glaring at you. 

“You already told us you wanted us. No take backs.” He kicks off his pants, his cock desperate to fill your virgin pussy right now. 

You squirm under him, the toy in your ass pressing further up inside of you now that you're on your back. His cock rubs up and down your folds, gathering up your slick. 

“Please don't.” You try to shove at him but Titus pins down your arms, holding you steady. “No! We can't, Uncle Andrew, we can't—”

You choke on your own sob as Pope pushes the tip of his cock past your entrance. He groans at how tight you are. He wants more already. 

Pope gets greedy, thrusting another inch of himself inside of you, making tears drip down your face that Titus leans down to lick up. 

“Don't cum inside me.” You plead to Pope as he slips more of himself in. “Please, Uncle Andrew.” 

“Okay, I won't.” He tells you, bringing such relief to your body, allowing him to fit more of his cock inside of you before you tighten up from his next set of words, “as long as you don't cum either.”

“W-What?” You shake your head. “That's impossible!” 

“Why?” He smiles at you, wickedness coloring his features. “My naughty niece can't resist cumming on her uncle's cock?” 

“No, don't—” You wriggle when he pulls his cock out a bit before thrusting back in, hitting that same spot where he would curl his fingers. “Oh god, stop, please stop.” 

“Don't cum.” Titus caresses your face with his hand, his gentle touch not comforting at all. “It's that simple. If you cum, it means you want us inside of you raw.” 

“No, it doesn't! I don't want—” You bite back a moan when Pope grabs your hips and starts fucking you finally, his cock pounding into you with such force. You scream out, “Uncle Andrew!” 

You pinch your eyes shut, trying your hardest to ignore the tension coiling in your lower stomach, but he keeps slamming his cock right up against there, focusing every thrust on hitting all your sweet spots. 

You shake your head, sobbing, not wanting to cum but he's going to force it out of you, his cock fucking you exactly the way you dreamed of. 

You couldn't hide your orgasm even if you wanted to, your body betraying you by squirting all over his cock like a fountain. You can't stop cumming, convulsing under him, driving more of the toy into your ass, which only makes you cum harder. 

“You're squirting from getting fucked by your uncle.” Titus berates you, letting out that dark chuckle of his. “And you were going to say you don't want this? Look at how much you're cumming. Who would've thought you were a virgin, sweetie.” 

It won't end. He keeps fucking you, his cock prying you open with every thrust from how big he is, your body loving every second of it. You've drenched the sheets beneath you beyond comprehension. You didn't even think it was possible to cum this much, especially not during your first time. 

They're corrupting you, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. 

That's why you nod when Pope tells you, “I'm going to cum deep inside my little niece and she's going to take every last drop.” 

You do. You take all of his hot release, letting it flood your insides. You're doomed now. There's no going back. 

There's no way you aren't pregnant from how much he came inside of you. 

If he doesn't get you pregnant, Titus surely will when Pope pulls out of you and he flips you onto your hands and knees. You feel Titus line up his cock against your entrance and you can't stop him from ramming every inch of his cock inside of you, making you squirt all of a sudden. You sob into the sheets below you, clawing at them as he starts to fuck you roughly from behind, loving the way the toy looks buried in your ass. 

Pope lifts your head up from the sheets, pulling you until you're level with his face so he can kiss you while Titus fucks you. His lips distract you from Titus grabbing the dildo and pressing down on the button that turns it on, vibrations suddenly filling your ass. You moan against Pope's lips as another orgasm slams through you. 

“Oh god, oh god…” You whimper, your whole body quivering from Titus fucking your pussy and the toy vibrating deep in your ass. “Uncle Titus, it's too much, please turn it off, please—”

He turns it up, the vibrations ripping through you even harder, his thrusts growing even more violent. Pope cups your face, wanting to memorize how glazed over your eyes are as you cum from every rough movement. 

“You love this.” Pope says to you so sweetly. “You love your uncles. And we love you, our little niece. Say it.” 

“I-I—” You can't form words anymore, drooling from all the orgasms shooting through you against your will. 

Pope slaps your cheek lightly, trying to keep you sentient. “Come on, sweetie. I need you to say it.” 

“I…I love this.” You tell him, and you believe it. “I love my uncles. They make me feel so good.” 

“Good girl.” Pope kisses you then and you lean into it, giving in, letting them take control of you completely. 

Titus groans, bending over, placing kisses along your spine as he releases everything inside of you, not letting a single drop drip out. 

“Get under her, Pope.” Titus gestures for him to fill you back up. 

Titus maneuvers you until you're right above Pope now, sinking you down onto his already hard cock again. 

“Now ride him, sweetie.” Titus nips at your earlobe as he whispers, “cum as much as you'd like.” 

You grind your hips against Pope, who loves the sight of you on top of him, using his cock for your pleasure. You slowly find a rhythm that has you gasping, driving his cock right up against the vibrating toy inside of you with every bounce. 

Titus grabs the base of the toy and when you're so lost in your rhythm, he starts fucking you with it, drawing such loud moans out of you that he nearly cackles, loving the depraved sight of you. 

“Say you love it when your uncles fuck you.” Titus drives the toy so deep into your ass, your orgasm splitting you apart in response. 

“I love it when my uncles fuck me.” You keep bouncing on Pope's cock, not wanting the pleasure to end. “Please don't stop. Please ruin me.”

That's all Titus needs to hear for him to pull out the toy completely from your ass, making you cum from the sudden loss. Then you cum again when Pope scoots the two of you over so he can sit up at the edge of the bed, which gives Titus the perfect angle to push his cock into your ass after he pours lube all over it. The cold lube makes goosebumps form on your skin as he thrusts the tip of his cock passed your tight ring.

You cling onto Pope, whimpering into his shoulder, “too big…you're too big. I can't—”

“You can, sweetie.” Pope cups your face, pulling you off his shoulder so you can look him in the eyes. “Stop resisting. You know you want this.” 

Your nails dig into Pope's shoulders as Titus continues his slow relent into your ass, his cock splitting you open. You're so full, too full, impossibly full on both ends. 

“Why are my uncles so big?” You whine, making them both laugh. 

Pope kisses you on the cheek, smiling. “You'll like that we're big soon enough. You'll be happy we are, so we can reach all the places that make you feel good. Like right here.”

Pope presses his hand into your lower stomach before he rolls his hips upwards, grinding the tip of his cock against that spot by your womb that sends full body shudders rippling through you. That loosens you up enough to take more of Titus's cock, letting him finally hilt. 

“Fuck.” He groans into your ear. “You shouldn't have given me her tight ass. I want to fuck her so rough, she'll probably break.” 

“No, no, no…” You shake your head vigorously. “Please, Uncle Titus. Be gentle. I'll be a good girl. Just be gentle.” 

“Mmm.” He kisses your shoulder blade. “You'll be a good girl? Does that mean you won't be saying stop anymore?”

You nod. “I promise I won't. I want this. Just not rough, please.” 

Titus clicks his tongue then settles. “Fine. For today, I'll be gentle. Because my little niece asked so nicely.” 

He kisses the base of your neck before he starts to slowly fuck your ass, being as gentle as he can, even though he desperately wants to tear you apart. You moan into Pope's neck, sighing into his skin, growing to like the feeling of Titus moving inside of you. 

“Can I move now too?” Pope asks you, checking in with you. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

You nod. “I'm good, Uncle Andrew. You can move too.” 

Pope smiles at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You really are a good girl.” 

He holds your hips, slowly thrusting his cock upwards into your pussy and somehow, him and Titus match paces unintentionally. 

You're building towards such a crazy orgasm from the rhythm of them fucking you from both sides. Your back arches, pressing up against Titus's chest, as you grind your hips, meeting their strokes. Pope leans in, taking your nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it while he fucks you. Titus lifts your chin up so he can kiss you, slipping his tongue inside of your mouth, making you moan. 

“I'm going to cum.” You say against his lips. “Please cum with me. I want my uncles to cum with me.” 

They both groan, unable to hold themselves back after you say that and you all cum at the same time. You're so overwhelmed with bliss, collapsing into Pope who catches you, cradling you in his arms. 

Then, just to make sure you don't hate them, he tells you, “we'll get you a Plan B, okay? You won't get pregnant.” 

You smack him on the chest. “Why didn't you say that earlier!” 

“Because you came way harder thinking we were fucking a baby into you.” Titus chuckles, kissing you on the cheek. 

“You both are mean…” You glare at them, pouting. 

“You liked it.” Titus pulls you off of Pope then lifts you into his arms. “Now, it's hot tub time.” 

“I'll be out there once I clean up here.” Pope wants to make sure you have a made bed to come back to. 

Titus carries you out to the apartment's balcony, where there's a hot tub set up. He turns it on then sits down at the lounge chair with you, placing you on his lap, waiting for the water to heat up. He peppers little kisses along your exposed skin, tickling you with his stubble. 

“Why are you being so nice right now?” You feel such whiplash. 

Titus shrugs. “Can't I be a good uncle to my niece?” 

“Don't do that again.” You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest. “You scared me, Uncle Titus.” 

He wanted to scare you, so he won't apologize for that. But he will say, “you have nothing to be afraid of, sweetie. We would never hurt you.” 

“My sore ass says otherwise.” You squint at him, making him laugh so loudly that you have to cover his mouth with your hands. “The neighbors will hear!” 

“There are no neighbors. I bought the whole floor. And the one above. And the one below.” He figured that would be the safest option, given what him and Pope planned to do with you. 

“You…” You shake your head at him. “Why did you keep that from me?” 

“You came way harder thinking people could be listening.” He smirks at your shocked face. 

“Can't I just cum a normal amount…” You don't know if your body can possibly take that many orgasms again. You feel like jelly. 

“Do we look like normal people to you?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you giggle in response. 

“Definitely not.” You hold onto Titus as he lifts you back up, taking you into the hot tub with him, resuming the same position on his lap but this time with warm water bubbling around you, soothing your sore muscles. “This is really nice. I can see why Uncle Andrew soaks in here all the time after working out.” 

“You could've joined him any time.” Titus knows you haven't used the hot tub at all. 

“I was scared to bother him.” You admit. “Scared to bother you too…” 

“Why? We're family.” Titus says it out loud and for once, he actually means it. He hasn't felt like he has had a family until right now. 

You let out a sigh. “I know you heard what I told my therapist…” 

Titus widens his eyes. “You know we know?” 

“I overheard you and Uncle Andrew…” You don't want to have any more secrets. 

“We're your family. We will take care of you, forever.” Titus didn't think he'd ever say that but he grew to love you over these last few months. He adores you, his precious niece. 

“But we're not actually family.” You frown. 

“We can be, if you marry one of us.” He flashes you a grin and you scoff. 

“I'm so much younger than you two. Wouldn't you want to marry someone your own age?” 

“Do you?” Titus holds you a little tighter then, possessiveness unconsciously tainting his movements. 

You shrug. “I don't know. I never even thought about dating before.”

“You're never going to date.” Pope suddenly chimes in, finally finished with the chores so he can get into the hot tub too. 

“Uncle Andrew, you can't say that.” You're an adult. They can't tell you what to do…

“We just made you cum like crazy and you're thinking about other people.” Pope grabs a hold of you, yanking you off of Titus's lap and onto his own. “Do I need to punish my niece?” 

“No…but I want to go to college.” 

“You will.” Titus can obviously afford for you to go anywhere you want. “And we would come with you.” 

You groan. “Don't you two have more important things to do than revolve your lives around me?” 

“Nope.” They both say in unison, making you chuckle. 

You sit between them in the hot tub, taking their hands in yours, squeezing them. 

“Do you really love me?” You've only known them for a little while. Have they truly grown to love you this quickly? 

“Yes.” They both say in unison again.

You realize then the situation you've gotten yourself into. Your uncles are both psychopaths, actual crazy psychopaths. And they love you. 

You're so fucked. 

A/N: So there is totally a second part to this where you try to leave them to go to college and they definitely do not let you do that LOL go figure! In the original draft, that was going to be a part of this but then it grew a mind of its own so…if you liked this and want to read more, let me know and I'll continue this!