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“What are you reading?”
Alina’s heart skips a beat as she slams the cover of her book shut, struggling to push it under her chest as she flips over to stare up into the dark eyes of her neighbor. Aleksander’s smile is damning on the best of days but leveled at her now as he eclipses the sun behind him it makes her stomach clench. His brothers can’t be far behind him, the three of them having arrived within the last week of Summer holiday, and she’s not had time to do much more than bring them cookies as a welcome home treat.
Today she might’ve gone over to their house except her book came in from the library and—.
“No!”
But it’s too late. Her hands scramble against Aleksander’s chest as he pulls her up and to him, sixteen-year-old, ineffectual fists that try to fight against the man six years her senior as he snatches the book and grins at the clinch cover.
“A Rogue’s Seduction, huh? Little Alina… what would Ana think of you reading such filth?”
She wriggles in his grip, reaching for the book, which he opens effortlessly to the section that she has bookmarked, and had been reading before he caught her. There’s a low whistle and a responding: “Whatcha got?”
Great. And now the others have arrived. Her face burns, her lips opening, then closing in abject horror as they take turns reading from the passages that her fingers have worried over. Logan’s grin is particularly malicious as he croons: “Gerald spread her milky thighs, his cock resting against her lower lips. ‘That’ll never fit,’ Kira thinks absently until he’s nudging it into her, making her take it inch by inch—. Alina. I’m blushing.”
“You’re all dicks!” she crows, trying to stamp on Aleksander’s foot as he smothers a laugh in the top of her head. “You suck! I’m allowed to read—whatever I want! I’m an adult!”
It’s Billy’s snicker that catches her ire, her body lunging for him before Aleksander hoists her closer, arms wrapping twice over around her small waist and hugging her close. “You are, are you? Well c’mon then, little Alina. There’s a couple of adult activities you might like to participate in.”
Wait. What? She looks between the three of them, eyes lingering up at Aleksander, who offers her nothing more than a bemused smile and a hunger that she’s seen reflected back in the mirror one too many times, as they coral her and lead her back to their house, the book forgotten on the lawn.
Baghra is gone, which is more than normal for the summer. It’s as though she forgets her sons have been gone for the entire year and plans her entire social calendar out for the months they’re at home. Not that there’s any love lost, as far as Alina can see.
It’s not as though her mother is any more present, or else she’d have a couple of choice words for where Alina spends most of her days.
She’s offered a drink “since you’re an adult, and all,” and, eager to prove herself, asks for a gin and tonic, the only thing she can remember from a show that sounds sophisticated and classy. Logan fixes it for her, Alina watching him while Billy and Aleksander fiddle with the television and their phones. Logan adds a small twist of lime before finally passing her the sparkling drink, the bubbles immediately going to her nose and making her cough before she can even take a drink.
“Careful, little Alina,” Logan purrs, crossing the distance between them and tucking his fingers under the edge of the glass, tipping it up to her lips to force her to take a sip. Then another, deeper this time. She stares up at him, doe eyes wide as she continues to drink, watches his eyes go dark, refusing to let up until she’s polished off at least half of the juniper-and-Christmas-Tree scented drink, the lime bobbing against her lips before it settles back into the glass. She licks her bottom lip, Logan’s eyes following the motion with a pass of his thumb before they’re both called into the living room. She feels fizzy herself, like the drink in her hands, as she’s pulled onto Aleksander’s lap, her legs spread over one of his thighs, blinking owlishly up at him.
“You’re such an adult, Lina, we felt it was time to start including you in our movie nights. You don’t mind, do you?”
She shook her head, feeling the ribbons that she’d tied into her hair shake against her face, the world shifting around her. Without being able to exactly put her finger on it, there was a heaviness that pushes on her shoulders, and she sips at her drink to give herself something to do as Billy presses play on his phone. There’s no title card, no credits, just a video of a young, dark-haired girl on the television, pouring over a book on her bed, her feet kicked up. Her skirt perhaps a shade shorter than even Alina would dare, regardless of if Ana was home or not.
Her next breath catches in her chest as she realizes too late what sort of movie night this is, wordlessly watching as three men enter the scene and start to join her on the bed, throwing the book to the side in favor of pulling her between the three of them. She kisses them each in turn, sloppy, wet kisses that make Alina’s hips shift, that have her bringing her drink to her lips for want of something cool and grounding, fingers gripping the glass as though it’s a lifeline.
She’s hyperaware of Aleksander’s hands on her shoulders, trailing upwards to the back of her neck, stroking the soft skin, the baby hairs already slick with sweat from the heat of the day and her nerves, as the kissing on the screen starts to transform. Gets deeper. One of the men on the television pushes up the girl’s skirt to find that she’s bare underneath it, and Alina can’t help the whimper that leaves her mouth as she watches him set his mouth to the girl’s cunt.
“Do you know what that’s called, Alinochka?” Logan asks, his hands stroking the curve of her waist. When had he gotten so close? She can practically feel his breath on her cheek as he looks down at her, her hips bucking against the pressure of Aleksander’s thigh between them.
“Uh, oral,” she manages to say, wetting her lips as the girl on the bed twitches and moans, her shirt long since gone.
Alina hisses as the cold air hits her breasts, nipples tightening, the straps of her spaghetti tank top pulled down by Billy to her left. She turns to look at him, watches as he palms them, tweaking each nipple in turn before he brings his mouth to the closest. Oh, that—that feels good. Her toes curl, barely skimming the ground as she rocks her hips again, another bolt of pleasure going through her. The moaning on the screen overpowers the sound of her quickened breathing, and her hands fist at her sides, her glass having been taken by Logan and set on one of the coasters on the coffee table.
“Good girl,” Aleksander whispers in her ear, tugging the hem of her skirt up, bunching it around her waist as she continues to rock her hips. “They’re playing with her little clit, making her cunny so warm and wet. Do you know why?”
Fuck, why does she like it so much when he says that? The words are nothing special if not for the scene unfolding in front of her.
Around her.
She can hear the sound of a zipper being undone, Logan’s hand gripping the base of his cock as he pulls it free from his briefs, and her eyes go wide.
Kira was right—that will never fit.
“Uh… Umm…” She can’t think, can’t seem to even consider why it would be needed to be warm and wet, except that she is, and as Billy brings his mouth to her other breast, Aleksander’s fingers clench over her hips, pushing her down against his knee in such a way that has her back going straight in an instant.
“Because it helps her fit their cocks inside of her. Keep watching; you’ll see.”
How can she? How can she watch anything else except for the way that Logan’s hand moves over his shaft? How can she bring her attention to anything that isn’t the wet patch she’s leaving behind on Aleksander’s pants, or the way that Billy is nursing at her breasts as though he’s trying to pull more than just pleasure from her body.
Aleksander’s fingers tilt her chin upwards just as one of the men on the screen notches the head of his cock against the girl’s entrance, her face drawing into one of equal anguish and pleasure as he slots himself into her in one, two, three thrusts. Every time he presses further she can see the outline of his length in the girl’s stomach, her own twisted and tight, as though she needs something—something more. All the while, Aleksander helps her rut against his leg, and Logan grabs her hand, pulling it to his cock, tightening her palm and fingers around him until she’s jacking him off just like the girl is doing in the video to one of the men.
“See how perfectly he fits inside of her? Big enough to see it in her tummy.” Aleksander’s teeth clip against her earlobe. “I think you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Alinochka? To feel full. You’re such a big girl after all. You could take it.”
She could.
She can.
She nods, and she can feel the shift in the room as she’s moved further up into Aleksander’s lap. She can feel something hot and thick curved against the flesh of her ass, her panties—wait, where did they go? She’s bare, but she doesn’t know how she’s gotten to be that way, thinks she sees the scraps of her panties on the floor before she’s pulled up and—.
“Oh. Too—too big—.”
“Breathe, Alinochka. You can take it.”
But she can’t—she feels her face contort, her toes curling, one hand still wrapped around Logan’s dick, the other clutching onto Billy as though he’ll support her. Feels him pull away from her breasts to instead kiss her, tasting of the cigarettes he sometimes smells like when she hangs out really late at the house. He sucks on her tongue as Aleksander fits her onto himself, her slick easing what it can of the slide but he’s still big.
Her cunt throbs even once he’s fully seated within her, her cheeks flushed, air coming in short pants as Logan leans in and bites the column of her neck. He’s the first to come, thick ropes of it painting the hand that gripped him, and it’s distraction enough from the sensation of being too full that she rocks against Aleksander in earnest as Logan brings her hand up to her mouth.
“Taste it, sweet girl.”
She does, kitten licks as she shivers and trembles in Aleksander’s grip, as she hears Billy take his cock out and gets to his feet in front of her, the sounds of the television echoing in her ear, the taste of come on her tongue. It’s not—well. It’s nothing to write home about, but watching Logan’s eyes go hazy as she does is worth it.
Worth enough to make her lean forward and put her mouth on Billy’s cock when he offers it, splitting her mouth open as Aleksander lifts her up, and brings her back down onto his length. Speared between the two, there’s nowhere to go but through, breathing raggedly through her nose as the two develop a rhythm that keeps her full at all times. She feels another hand reach over and start to play with her clit, which throbs at the attention, and feels her cunt grow wetter as a result. The slide of Aleksander inside of her takes a new turn, a delicious curl, like the first drops of water after a long hike or a dessert snuck from behind her mother’s back. Her back arches, and even with Billy in her throat she swears she can feel Aleksander in her guts, unsure if they’ll be in working condition, let alone the same shape, as before they started.
When she comes she drags them both down with her, her cunt tightening like a vice around Aleksander, her hips grinding against him mercilessly as she pulls off of Billy’s dick and lets him spend all over her mouth, not caring that it drips down her chin and onto her breasts as she sloppily kisses her way up and down the length, brain fuzzy, choked by pleasure and sensation as something warm and wet spills deep inside of her.
The movie’s still going, the girl’s moans turning almost painful to listen to before Billy shuts it off, collapsing onto the couch beside the rest of them, watching Aleksander turn Alina’s face towards him, licking the come that had dribbled down her chin before pushing it back into her mouth with his tongue.
“Feel like an adult yet, princess?” he purrs, pulling away, eyes hazy as she slumps against him. Wondering if it’s normal to feel him twitch inside of her, one hand reaching down to the bulge in her stomach just like the one the girl on the television had.
Wonders as her eyes flutter closed and she leans against Aleksander’s body, how big it would feel if there were two, or three of them, inside her at the same time.