God, that'd hurt, but now Quinn was stroking over the globes of her ass, and the hurt was turning into the most decadent heat. She quivered.
"Jesus, Quinn, the way she clenched my dick when you did that was amazing." Ben looked up at her with a smile of amazement on his face. "You liked that, didn't you, Kachawli?"
"No." Quinn slapped her ass again, and she moaned, then he put his big, callused hand right on top of where he had smacked her, holding in the heat, and she pressed back against him. "Yes, oh, fuck," she panted. "Yes, I liked that."
Ben grabbed her where her thighs and ass met, clutching her close so that there was no hope of them coming apart, and then he nodded to his brother over her shoulder. Kara braced.
"Oh, no, you don't." And that's when another ass slap was delivered. She shoved forward and Ben went deeper, causing her to spasm and him to groan. "This ass was made to be spanked." Three more swats came in hard succession, jolting her closer and closer and closer. She heard herself whine and then moan. She prayed Quinn knew not to stop, and loved that Ben kept arching upward, further and further into her. Then suddenly, Quinn spanked her with two hands, one on each cheek. She slammed down on Ben as he twisted up and the release rocketed skyward, no moans or groans, but a scream echoed through the room.
She came back to herself with the feel of Quinn's tongue licking one tender cheek. She looked down and saw Ben looking like he was in pain. "Ben, are you all right?"
"We've got to finish this," he said, through gritted teeth.
"I don't understand." Kara was still pulsing from the most overwhelming orgasm she had ever experienced, and then she realized that Ben was still rock hard inside her. "Oh, we were going to do this together. Then, why didn't we?"
"Because watching you come, watching you get so fired up from a spanking, was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I know it's going to be the second hottest experience in my life after you're stuffed full of two cocks. I've dreamed about this for years." Ben lifted a hand, cupped one of her breasts, and squeezed. When she pushed into his hand, he squeezed harder as she smiled and groaned. "Jesus, Kara, I never even knew that you liked a little edge with your sex. How could I not know that?"
"I didn't know." Kara was more than a little bewildered. She had never come so hard, but she suspected that was about to change.
"She's ready, brother, are you?" Quinn asked from behind. Kara's ass felt hot, but she wasn't in pain.
"If you don't stop fucking around and take her, I'm going to have a heart attack," Ben damn near snarled.
She felt it. Quinn was there at her back entrance, while Ben continued to pulse deep inside her vaginal channel. Oh, God, this was really going to happen and she was getting a little nervous. She looked down at Ben, and as if he knew, and despite the fact that he was holding on by a thread, he gave her a gentle smile, released her breast to cup her cheek, then wrapped it around to the back of her nape and brought her down for the sweetest of kisses. Kara immediately relaxed.
"Keep doing what you're doing, brother," Quinn directed. "Easy, Kara. Remember, sweetheart, you're in control. You say slow down, we slow down. You say stop, and we stop." She relaxed even further. "Good girl." She felt him pushing in. There was a bite, but it felt good and she tightened around Ben, ensuring that he was held close as she pushed a tiny bit back toward Quinn, wanting to welcome him.
"Yes!" they said in stereo. Excited at their response, she did it again. She couldn't help the high-pitched little whimpers, and she jammed her face into the crook of Ben's neck, comforting herself in his warmth and scent. His hands floated down the length of her back, soothing her as Quinn continued to make small thrusts inward, until finally he popped in past her tight muscle.
Kara lifted her head. "More, Quinn, I want it all. I need everything." Then, like the marauder he was, he continued forward, until she was dizzy with the fullness, the sensations.
"Kachawli, are you okay?" Ben's hands kept stroking. But she felt Quinn begin to gather her hair, and she knew what was coming next. Oh God, she knew. And then it started. Ever so slowly, Quinn started pulling her hair as he pulled out of her ass, the twin sensations sparking so many nerve endings she felt like she was in the middle of a thunderstorm. She wanted to scream and laugh at all the force that nature was throwing at her. As Quinn was pulling, Ben was twisting and pushing, finding the spot of nerves in her in passage that made her sing.
"Ben, no, I won't last."
"We don't want you to last. We want you to come again and again. We want you dripping all over me." The last was said as he jerked out of her and Quinn plunged back in, and one more time Ben twisted and swirled as Quinn reached around and found that bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft, and with one touch, she plummeted headfirst into another fiery climax. But they allowed no reprieve.
"Again," Quinn rasped behind her, his one hand having moved closer to her scalp, the other hovering near her clit. Back and forth the men kept up their pace. She could clearly see the toll it was taking on Ben, but at the same time she saw the look of intense satisfaction on his face the closer she got to yet another pinnacle.
"One more, give us one more, Kachawli." She felt the perspiration dripping down her temples, the cream trickling down her thighs. Again, as if they read each other's minds, they impaled her together, and she howled with absolute rapture as she slumped over.
* * * *
Quinn couldn't remember the last time he woke up this content. Then it hit him, it had been when Kara had been in his bed. He reached out and realized that the bed was empty. But it was still warm from where she had slept, so she couldn't have been gone for long. He got up and put on his jeans, damning the small size of the cabin. Next time, they were making love in her house. He still remembered how comfortable her bed was, how it smelled like her, felt like her, warm and inviting.
As he pushed open the door, he was a little surprised he didn't smell any coffee. His brother was unable to function without his morning caffeine. Walking down the short hall to the galley, he didn't see either Kara or Ben, but he could hear them above deck.
"Don't push me, Ben! All I can do is promise to think about it. What makes you think that this means everything is okay? I told you up front that even though I might still care about you, it didn't mean we were going back to the way things were. What made you think differently?" Quinn was wondering the same damn thing. Ben had known going in that they were playing the long game, that this was only step one in their plan. What was he doing pushing her so hard and so fast? He heard Kara disembarking. He went to put the coffee on.
"You want to tell me what that was about?" he asked as he put a mug in front of his brother.
"I know, I went off plan," Ben said as he took a sip of the coffee. He slumped down in the dinette. "Last night just seemed so perfect. It was just like it used to be. God, she's perfect, and I want it all, you know?" Quinn ached for Ben. Especially when Quinn knew he was to blame for the predicament they were in.
"I know, Ben. But your plan is the right way to go. We've got to take this slow. We've got to coax her back." They just sat for a while, listening to the water lap against the hull. Soon they were both smiling at one another as they replayed the night before.
"God, it was fantastic." Ben sat back against the seat.
"The weight she gained … I didn't think she could get any more beautiful, but I was wrong. I never want her wearing clothes again."
"Did you see, she actually seemed to be self-conscious?" Ben noted in an incredulous tone.
"Women, I will never understand them. What's next on the agenda, little brother? Because we have got to seal this deal pretty quickly. I want her naked in our bed for the rest of our lives."
"After the painting is done, we're having a party and inviting all of her friends and family to the grand unveiling and our grand opening on the boat."
"Won't that seem pretty suspicious?"
"Nah." Ben grinned. "Who the hell else do we know? All of our friends are her friends, so this will be our ‘grand opening,' so to speak."
"Do you think her family will come?"
"To see her artwork? Sure, they will."
"Ben, you're really an evil genius. It would never have occurred to me in a million years to do this kind of thing." Quinn was seriously blown away with the way his brother's mind worked. This would allow them more time with Kara, and allow her to see them interact with her friends and family.