Claiming Kara:Fate Harbor 3(14)

"Will you trust us? You'll be able to take it off anytime you need to,"  Quinn assured her. "But you need a blindfold, otherwise you'll be  opening your eyes every other moment," he said wryly.

She looked over at Ben, who smiled at her and nodded his head in  agreement with his brother. "All right," she said. Then Quinn was behind  her, placing the tie, silk side against her eyes, and tying the ends  around the back of her head, over her hair.

"There, it's tied loosely so that you can easily take it off if you're  ever frightened," Quinn said, trailing his fingers down the silk of her  hair until his hand rested along her bare tailbone.

Then Kara felt warm breath at her ear. "I dare you to keep this on,  Kara. You have three brothers. I bet you take your dares seriously.  We'll take this off so you can see the good parts, we promise, but let  us show you how good it can be to experience lovemaking with your other  senses." Then Quinn traced the shell of her ear with his tongue and  released a warm moist breath into her ear. "I dare you, Kara Johansen."

Just when she thought they would have her lie down on the bed, they  surprised her by helping her up into a kneeling position. Each man took  one of her hands in theirs and brought them up to their faces. They  moved in perfect harmony. She wondered if it was from being brothers for  so many years or having to pull nets in on the boats together. They had  her fingertips touching their lips precisely at the same moment. She  jerked her hand back at each touch. It was as if there had been static  electricity, because she had gotten a tiny little shock.

In perfect unison, each man tightened his grip, bringing her hand back  to their lips, only this time they stroked that finger with their  tongue, soothing the small hurt. They did everything as one, a ballet of  movement. Kara found herself having her hands opened, so that she could  feel the warm cheeks of the men. She found the dichotomy interesting.  Ben, with his long hair, was always smoothly shaven, but Quinn, with the  short hair, had a day or two of scruff. As she started to explore on  her own, the men dropped their hands, allowing her to do what pleased  her.

Kara began to realize how much she had been missing by getting caught up  in the visual aspects of admiration. She liked that she could more  easily sense the heat of Ben's face, but the texture of Quinn's face  felt better against her hand.

"Quinn, you feel like you sound!" she exclaimed in delight.

"I don't understand, Kara," Quinn responded in his scruffy voice that  forced her to abandon Ben and move closer to Quinn, laying her cheek  against his so that she could feel the scrape of his beard against her  skin.

"Say something, anything," she pleaded.

"I love having you in my bed."

Kara moaned in delight at the three sensations. What he said touched her  heart. She reveled in the soft abrasion of his whiskers along her  cheek, marrying the sensation to the sound of his gravelly voice gruffly  whispering into her ear. She melted into him, her breasts pressing  against the hair of his chest, causing another moan, this one deeper, to  escape her lips.

"Brother, I don't know what you just did, but keep it up. I can smell  her arousal from here," Ben said. For the first time, Kara heard a  slight raspiness to Ben's voice, and then she noticed the scent he was  talking about and realized he was right. She had been clenching her  thighs closed because they were making her so needy. The clenching was  the only way she could somewhat assuage the need, and it helped to keep  in the embarrassing amount of wetness that she had felt gathering in the  folds of her sex. But as she had moved toward Quinn, she had forgotten  to keep her legs closed. She was just too intent on her need for  closeness.

As surreptitiously as possible, she moved her right leg forward and  closer to her left, bringing them back together. Then she continued to  rub her breasts against Quinn's chest and her cheek against his. That  was when she felt Quinn's two hands on her body. Starting at her neck  and shoulders, they began to knead.

"Are you tensing up on us, Kara?" Ben asked from behind.

"No, why?" she asked in a tense voice. Quinn continued to work on the muscles in her neck and shoulders.         

     



 

"Because I'm wondering why you thought it was wonderful to see us so  hard for you, but when I say I can smell how wet you are for us, you  immediately try to hide." That was when she felt two more hands on her,  drifting down the globes of her ass, ever down and inward, until Ben's  fingers were where her thighs were so tightly closed. But the soft flesh  was no match for his insistent fingers, coupled with the slick  lubrication that was waiting to aid his entry. "Please Kara, won't you  part your legs, just a little bit?" he beseeched.

Kara didn't move her legs, but rather than continuing to kneel so high  up, she relaxed, and that immediately widened her thighs, allowing Ben  to easily slide his hand between her legs. He just touched her upper  inner thighs, gathering up the juices that had slid down, and then his  hand was gone.

"Look at this, Quinn." Kara could smell herself now closer to her head,  and realized he had just held up his wet hand like a trophy for Quinn to  see. Then she heard the distinct sound of Ben licking his fingers. "You  taste good, Kara."

"I think Kara has learned the lesson of touch. Now, I want her to learn  how to lie still and feel," Quinn rumbled. "Plus, it's my turn to  taste." In a moment, Kara felt herself lifted and once again laid flat  on the bed, four sets of hands moving her limbs around to the two men's  satisfaction. Her hands resting flush with her head, her feet  shoulder-width apart, which didn't seem so bad.

"Move, little brother." She heard Quinn near the foot of the bed, and  then Ben was up near her head. "I want to see your beautiful pussy,  Kara, is that all right?" Quinn asked.

"Well, sure," Kara said warily. "But can't you, right now?" Kara felt a  little disoriented. He was between her legs. What more could he want to  see?

"Thank you, sweetheart." Then she felt him grasp the inside of her knees  and push them ever upward so that she could actually feel the seam of  her sex begin to part, and more of her cream begin to seep out. "Jesus,  that's gorgeous," Quinn breathed out.

Both men felt her begin to squirm, her discomfort obvious.

"You're beautiful, Kachawli. I love that you are wet for us, that you  desire us, that you want us, as much as we want you. That is such a gift  that you give us." Ben's hand stroked her cheek, gentling her. Kara  sighed. It was difficult not being able to see their expressions to  gauge their reactions. Ben must have understood that without the visual  cues, she needed words.

She felt Quinn's hands graze up her thighs, lighting up every nerve as  he went, until finally his thumbs trailed against the down-covered lips  of her sex, spreading her further to his gaze. Both men must have felt  the fine trembling that coursed through her body, because they spoke as  one. "You're beautiful, Kara." Quinn's hot breath felt cool on her  overheated labia.

"Kara, I have never seen that expression on my brother's face. Your  trust has made him so happy." Ben's fingers stroked over her lips,  gently dragging down the bottom one, and she tasted the salty masculine  flavor and eagerly moved her head so that she could suck it into her  mouth. Desperately needing something to ground her, she felt Quinn part  her flesh even further so that nothing was hidden. She pulsed out liquid  need at the idea of being so visible, so displayed, and as she thrummed  with excitement, she suckled harder on Ben's finger, and then she heard  him groan.

"Kara, you don't know what you're doing to me." Just like that, she did,  she knew exactly what she had done, and what she desperately needed.  Her visual senses seemed to have suddenly been rerouted to taste and  smell and touch and sound. She needed to hear his groans, touch his  erect flesh, smell his musk, and taste his cock. She needed it now.

She turned her head and released his finger, hoping that she was facing  him. She lifted her hands from beside her head, groping for him, finding  his chest, his abdomen, trailing downward. "Please, Ben," she begged.  "I need you." She clasped his length in her hand, unable to circle him  with her fingers. "Please, come to my mouth."

As if her words had spurred him to action, she felt the rough, wet and  oh-so-delicious slide of Quinn's tongue run from the base of her slit,  over her gushing opening, up to her swollen clitoris, and then gently  lave against that bud, causing her to squeeze Ben's cock in reaction,  eliciting a long deep groan. "Again, Kara. Do that again," came Ben's  strained voice.

"Again, Quinn. Please more," she begged.

Then she felt the velvet heat surrounding so much strength and she  didn't know what to focus on. "Please come closer, Ben. I need to taste  you." And as if her words provided direction, Quinn's tongue changed  direction, and plunged deeply into the heart of her, her scream of  delight soon muffled by the seductive feel of the smooth head of Ben's  cock as he rubbed it against her parted lips. Kara's tongue rushed  forward, eager to taste, to lick the heat of this heady treat. So warm  and silky, and then she felt the moist liquid that teased her taste  buds, eliciting a mew of contentment.