"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.