The Island Ch. 02

Angelique stirred when she felt something on her back. She was sleeping on her stomach with her arms tucked under her pillow as always, but there was someone touching her. That was not normal. She never let anyone spend the night. She lifted her head and opened her eyes but she couldn't see, her sleep fogged brain realized there was something on her face. A sleeping mask? She had one but rarely used it. She reached to move it but her hands didn't move. She tugged but they didn't budge. Her heart rate spiked with alarm. Meanwhile, those lips that had woken her were kissing their way down her spine.

Suddenly she remembered exactly where she was. Her Brothers had tricked her into retreating to a private island. She'd thought her mother had issued the edict, but no it was her brothers' way of getting her here to have their wicked way with her.

She felt a soft wet tongue dip into the cleft at the top of her ass. It felt good, really good. She didn't know whose tongue it was, could be Rhett or Dane, she wanted to demand that he stop, and she would, in just a minute. He continued lower and gooseflesh broke out all over her skin, man that felt good. The tongue swirled over her asshole probing against the tight muscle and her breath caught. No one had ever put their tongue there. If anyone would have told her how good it felt she would never have believed them. She was a little sore from Rhett having had his cock there the day before, or was that only a few hours ago? She had no idea what time it was because all she could see was pitch black.

The tongue soothed away the soreness before slipping lower and lapping at her cream and there was plenty, she was highly turned on. They had given her a drug that increased her arousal, was that still in her system? She had no idea but it seemed a good excuse to enjoy the pleasure she was receiving. She moaned and lifted her hips up off the bed. He took the encouragement, his tongue slipping lower penetrating her in a gentle erotic probe that made her long for the big smooth cock she knew he had regardless of which brother this was. They were both very well equipped in the cock department.

Strong hands gripped her hips and rolled her over giving the hot mouth full access to her pussy. His tongue lapped up all over her shaved mound sucking and lightly nibbling before he zeroed in on her clit. Far from the tongue assault, she'd received yesterday, today's oral was much more gentle but no less intense. He worked her up and pushed her right over the edge, not teasing or making her wait, just giving her the amazing pleasure. Did that mean it was Rhett? More gentle with his tongue? Or was it Dane? She pulled against her bonds and her hands didn't move. Dane loved his ropes, so he would be the one to tie her, wouldn't he?

Those masterful lips moved up her body, a tongue flicked her navel ring and continued up. He kissed along the underswell of her breasts before moving up and lapping against her nipples. She couldn't hold back a moan, her nipples were sore too but that tongue, those lips, were oh so good.

"Please," she gasped, "please, please let me touch you," she pleaded. She felt big strong hands first on her breasts, then slowly gliding up her arms. She felt him grip her arms tightly just below the bonds. His big hands completely encircled her forearms and the feel of him pushing them, holding them down to the bed, made her tighten her legs around him. He did something at her wrists that released the pressure. She could have pulled off the blindfold but she didn't. Instead, she did what she'd been begging for, she reached down and touched him. Both of her brothers were very well built. Mature men rather than the young underdeveloped boys she usually dated. She gripped the muscled shoulders and glided her hands up his neck in order to lift his face away from her breasts, then she kissed him.

They had fucked her six ways from Sunday but no one had kissed her. She swept her tongue into his mouth and her stomach lurched at his unique flavor. His tongue lapped against hers, caressing, teasing, tasting. She could smell her juices on him but she didn't care. She kissed him like a teenager in a make out session. She couldn't remember the last make out session she'd been in, she'd forgotten how much she'd liked kissing. Whichever brother was kissing her back, didn't seem to have a problem obliging her. She was the one to finally break the kiss. She moved to his neck, licking and sucking up to his ear. She sucked the earlobe rubbing her tongue on the underside. She heard his breathing accelerate and knew he was sensitive there. She licked and sucked the whole area while she nudged him up. He was much too big for her to just flip over like he did her, but she nudged him and he moved willingly over onto his back.

She followed the lead he set using her lips and tongue as well as her hands as she worked her way down his body. She sucked and bit his nipples and felt his breath hitch. Clearly, he wasn't going to speak. They didn't want her to know which brother she was with but she didn't care, they were both exceptionally talented. It felt like an intimate connection was being formed despite the fact that she didn't know who she was touching.

She ran her hands over his broad chest and abs. Memorizing the feel of the muscles under her fingertips. She was starting to really like the effects of the blindfold. She felt everything a lot more when she couldn't see. Even not knowing who she was touching heightened her awareness to epic levels.

His short pubic hair was crisp against her palm as she slid her hand lower. She took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked up and down. She guided it to her mouth and slowly licked all over the head and then down the length. She slowly licked back up and then moved her mouth over the top she slowly took him all the way, opening her throat so she could get it all in her mouth. She held him there until she had to breathe and then slowly backed back up. She heard a low groan deep in his chest and wondered how hard it was for him to keep quiet. She swirled her tongue all around the head of his cock before taking the whole thing again. Her goal was not to make him cum, her goal was to pleasure him until he couldn't take it anymore. Judging from the tension in his body she was doing a pretty good job. She continued laving him with her tongue, making him wet with saliva and precum, until he finally reached for her.

He gripped her arms pulling her up. He'd sat up and he urged her into his lap. She felt him position his cock at her sopping wet opening and she didn't need another invitation. She sank down on him. His long hard cock filled every bit of space in her swollen channel. She sucked in a shuddering breath and he pressed his lips to hers. He caught her off guard. But she swept her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she rose and fell. The long thick cock hit every single sensitive spot within her and she shuddered.

"God, you feel so good." She whispered into his mouth. "Don't stop, don't ever stop." His only response was to kiss her again, his tongue probing her mouth in the same rhythm that she rode his cock. She felt her orgasm building and her body took over increasing the speed of her strokes and grinding against him. He moved his hand rubbing his thumb over her clit on the down stroke and she cried out as she came all over his cock. He kissed her again before lifting her off him and turning her over. He put her on all fours on the bed. He entered her with one sure push that drew a moan from her.

He rocked into her and she pushed back, the slap of their bodies echoing in the room along with her involuntary panting. When she felt his thumb rub over her ass she caught her breath but she didn't protest this time. He breached her easily and arousal tingled through her. His other hand snaked around to her clit and the stimulation shot her straight into orgasm. He followed her into orgasm this time she felt his cum coat the inside of her as he gradually slowed. She sank down to the bed and he lowered beside her. She heard his heavy breathing beside her ear, but then she heard something else. A noise on the other side of the room and she knew they weren't alone. One of her brothers had been fucking her and the other had been watching. Still, she didn't lift the blindfold. She didn't want to know which was which.

She felt him move off the bed and a moment later heard the door close. Finally, she took the mask off and looked around the room. It was bright the sun was up but it looked like it was early morning. She had apparently slept straight through until morning.

She looked at the rope coiled around her wrists, it was soft, blue with silver flecks and a large silver ring. Very pretty and very intricate, a coil from her wrist all the way up her forearm. She couldn't tell how to get them off but she really didn't want too anyway. She did want a shower though so she hoped they could get wet.

Her toiletries were in the bathroom so she took her time showering and shaving, letting the hot water soothe away the soreness and tension. It wasn't until she got out and dried that she realized her other suitcases weren't in the bedroom. She couldn't find her clothes anywhere. She wrapped an oversized towel around her and ventured out of the bedroom.

"Where are my clothes?" She asked Rhett when she found him in the kitchen. He turned from the stove and deftly slid an omelet from a skillet to a plate. He was still wearing only board shorts.

"You want clothes, you have to earn them." He said barely glancing her way. Instantly her hackles were up.

"How am I supposed to do that?" She snapped.

"However, I decide." He poured an egg mixture into the pan.

"You want an omelet?" He asked and she realized she was starving.

"Yes, do I have to earn that too?" She glared at his turned back.

"Yeah you do, lose the towel."

"If I don't?"

"I don't prefer to be a sadist, but I can be. I have some toys you don't want to meet. We can start with a ball gag for your smart mouth if you want."

He didn't even look at her and that irritated her even more. He didn't want her to drop the towel because he wanted to see her, he just wanted to make her uncomfortable. Well, it wasn't going to work. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She whipped off the towel and tossed it over the bar stool next to her. She sat on the bar stool and reached for the omelet.

"I hope you have sunscreen, I don't want my nipples to get chapped." She said haughtily.

Dane stepped in from the other room and made an obvious perusal of her body. "Morning, Baby Sister. You're looking delectable."

"I'm naked, wet stringy hair, and no makeup, what's delectable about that?" She rolled her eyes and took another bite.

Dane moved onto the stool next to her. "You, are what's delectable about that." He whispered right in her ear. He leaned back just in time for Rhett to hand him a plate. "Your beautiful body is the reason my dick is hard." She immediately looked at his crotch, he wasn't kidding there was a clear bulge in his shorts. "Your fantastic breasts are the reason Rhett keeps looking over here though he's trying not to." She glanced at Rhett now but he had his back to her as if he was trying to prove he wasn't looking. She looked back at Dane and he smiled at her. Her insides quivered at the appreciative look in his gaze now.

She held her arm out to him where the rope was still coiled. "I got them wet, that's not a problem, is it?"

"Not a problem." He lifted her arm as if he were going to undo the tie and she quickly pulled it back.

"No, don't take it off." She glanced up at him and then back at the ropes, "I like it, it's... beautiful." Her voice softened as she ran her fingers lightly over the ropes. "I didn't know they made rope that felt like this."

"This one is silk, I have others that are hemp, bamboo, even some cotton."

She fingered the rope on her arm, stroking her finger back and forth along the first line of rope. "Do you have red?" She asked softly. "That's my favorite color."

"I have red." She looked up and he held her gaze for a moment before he slipped off the stool. He moved to a wooden chest sitting like an end table at the end of the sofa. He reached in and returned with a coil of blood-red rope. Just the sight of the rope made her heart beat faster.

Dane sat on the stool facing her. "Let me see your foot." She immediately turned and held up her foot. Dane took her heel in his hand and lifted it up to his mouth. He swept his tongue under her white tipped pedicured toes and she gasped and twitched. He winked at her and lowered her foot to his lap. He unwound the rope and began deftly moving it through his hands but she was distracted by the hard ridge of his cock running against the arch of her foot. She curled her toes over rubbing the head of his cock through his shorts. He adjusted slightly to allow her a better reach but didn't stop wrapping the rope around her leg. She gently explored the length of the hard ridge until he was apparently finished with her leg.

"Okay, I need the other one." She looked at her leg and gasped in surprise. The red rope wrapped her leg from ankle to knee and right in the middle was a knot that looked like a flower.

"Dane, that's beautiful. Where did you learn that?"

"Japan."

She gave him her other leg while she continued to admire his rope work. The ropes weren't tight enough to cut into her skin and yet there was enough pressure for her to feel it. It was an odd sensation and it turned her on. She rubbed her other foot against his cock that, she was delighted to find, was still fully engorged.

When it was finished the second leg matched the first and they were bound together. The feeling of being unable to separate her legs was unbelievable. Not being able to open them only made her want to. It made her want to open them wide and wrap them around Dane's waist. Could she do it? Could she initiate sex with her brother? Without the excuse of being coerced, drugged or blindfolded? Would they think she was a total slut if she did?

"She looks good in ropes." Rhett stepped up behind her and ran his hands down her arms and pulled them behind her. "You should do the rest of her."

"Do you want me to bind you, Angie?" There was a challenge in his eyes, and he'd called her Angie. She knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to bind her, she just wasn't sure she could admit that. She could feel Rhett's hard body behind her, silently waiting for her answer.

"Yes," She breathed, at last, it was barely a whisper but he heard her, he smiled and moved over to his chest. She looked up at Rhett, his expression was unreadable and it made her uncertain. "Can I have a pill?" She blurted, hoping to forget her nervousness and the idea that what they were doing was wrong. Rhett's eyebrows went up but he moved back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later and held up a small, round, white pill. She opened her mouth and held his gaze while he placed it on her tongue.

"Bite it." He whispered and pressed his lips to hers. She bit down on it and sweet sugary flavor melted across her tongue. It was gone almost immediately and she parted her lips sweeping her tongue against his. She felt his hands on her breasts, his thumbs running over her nipples.

"Your breasts are gorgeous, Dane was right, I can't help but look. Do you ever clamp them?"

"No, but..." She caught her breath as he lightly rolled her hard nipples.

"But?" he prompted.

"I... pinch them sometimes."

Rhett continued to gently tease her nipples with his fingers, "When you're having sex or when you're masturbating?"

Angie closed her eyes and swallowed back her embarrassment. She wondered how long the drug would take to work, she could almost feel the warmth spreading through her body. "Both." She said in answer to his question.

"You're flushed, are you embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I... don't... I mean I have sex but I don't talk about it."

"I want to hear it, Baby. Anything you ask for I'll do, ANYTHING, but you have to say the words." He leaned and punctuated his statement by sucking hard on her nipple.

"Rhett," she breathed and clenched her eyes shut, "I need... I need..."

"Yes?" He sucked hard on the other nipple.

"I need you to force me." She confessed in a rush. He lifted his head and met her gaze and she read understanding in his eyes, he didn't respond he only gave a brief nod.

"You about ready, Dane?"

"Yeah, just waiting for you to be done teasing."

"Never done teasing." Rhett smiled an uncharacteristically big grin and Dane laughed. She wanted to laugh with them and yet she really wasn't in on the joke. As always, she was on the outside, so she sat quietly and watched with nervous anticipation as Dane moved toward her coiling a length of rope in his hands.

"Did you see her hands?" Dane asked when he'd moved behind her.

"I did." Rhett smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. Their words made her realize she'd clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She released them but Dane just bent and kissed her shoulder. He removed the ropes already around her wrists and began with the new rope. He didn't just wrap her arms, he wrapped the rope around her torso. Criss-crossing around her body and around her breasts. When he was finished, her arms were bound behind her but as before it didn't hurt she just couldn't move them.

"There are a million variations I can do if something doesn't work for you. Or if it works really well, we'll make adjustments." Dane was still behind her and as he spoke with businesslike efficiency. He swept her hair up off her shoulders. He pulled all her hair into a ponytail on the back of her head and then he tugged on it, hard. The feeling shot electricity through her already oversensitized nerves and she gasped.

"Oh god, that sound." Dane groaned, drawing a chuckle from Rhett. Dane tied back the ponytail. Dane moved in front of her to release her legs that we still bound together and Rhett moved behind her.

"Jesus Dane, she's like a work of art. I don't do pictures but you have to see this." He held a small tablet in front of her and she saw several ropes all coming together in the center of her back to one large knot. Once again it looked like a big flower.

"That's amazing," she said softly.

"I told you, he'll teach you to love the ropes, make you crave them." Rhett whispered from behind her, "I crave them." She looked back at him in surprise.

"He ties you like this?"

"Not like this." Rhett chuckled. "I like my ropes rough and tight." She stared at him wide-eyed.

"Does he... do you?"

"Does he fuck me when I'm tied and at his mercy? Hell yes, why do you think I crave it?" Rhett laughed and even Dane chuckled at that.

"So you're... gay?"

"No," Rhett laughed, "At this point, it should be clear that if anything we're bi." He fingered one of her nipples. "But no, the only men we've been with are each other.

Dane helped her to her feet and kissed her lips, "Come here, sweetheart." While she'd been distracted by Rhett Dane had transformed the living room. He helped her onto a cushioned raised platform and laid her back. Once he had her positioned he went to work on her legs, this time she watched as he deftly weaved the rope into a series of knots that made it impossible to straighten her legs. When he finished he stepped back surveying his handy work.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he growled.

"Are you going to fuck me now Dane?" She asked a hopeful note in her voice that made Rhett laugh.