The Way to a Man’s Heart

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By Alexis Craft

I was falling for him. Every box on my boyfriend wish list had been ticked during the six months that we had been dating, and none had been erased back out. Usually, over time, the kinks in a candidate’s armor began to show, but, it hadn’t happened this time. So far, no crazy had come out. Jack appeared to navigate the world pretty well for himself. There were no vices hanging out of his pockets, and no skeletons had fallen from his closet.

He rocked my world every time our clothes came off. He was, without qualification, the best lover I’d ever had. On the dark side of thirty, he had had plenty of time to hone his skills in fuckery. And, although I was near his age, compared to him, it felt like I had been a virgin when we met. He was always fully in control, both of his body, and mine.

Sometimes during sex, I would see him watching me, helpless and pinned beneath him. It was as if I were his study project, rather than his lover. I could see the calculations running through his eyes, as he made adjustments on the fly. Jack was one dirty bastard, but every nasty word he used, every angle, and every thrust was designed for effect. I came and fell at his command.

In the bedroom, he had me panting after him like a dog performing tricks that I’d never performed for anyone before. This carried over outside of the bedroom, where I also longed to have more from him. No, not the house or the picket fence, but things that seemed equally elusive.

Oh, he seemed to like me well enough. He would let me stay over at his apartment one night each weekend, and we would also see each other a couple of times during the week. Beyond that, however, he remained notably guarded. He seldom took me to mingle with his friends, and, although I knew he saw his family frequently, I had never been invited to meet them. I struggled to figure out what was going on inside this man’s head. I moved his body, but whether I moved his soul, I just couldn’t tell.

The weekend that he finally told me that he was taking me to meet his younger brother, I was ecstatic. I figured that had to mean something. I picked up one of the scattered family pictures around Jack’s living room, one in which he had his arm around Jamie’s shoulder, and was smiling. “He looks so much like you,” I said, noting the uncanny resemblance.

“So I’ve been told.” He stood beside me. “I don’t see it, but maybe that’s because I’m so much older than he is.”

There were eighteen years between the siblings. Jack’s mother had had him when she was young, and had intended him to be an only child. Jamie had been a surprise, and, by the time he came along, his parents had been at the height of their careers. There was no energy to devote to a new baby. Although Jack had been a young man, he had taken his little brother under his wing, becoming more of a surrogate figure than anything else.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” I smiled.

“Well, he’s been going through a tough time lately, and I’m worried about him. I figure that we could use a little family bonding time.”

Jack was standing in front of me, with his fly at eye level. It seemed rude to stare while he was finally opening up to me about his brother, but, damn, my favorite ride was caged right behind that denim curtain.

“Well, I really appreciate you taking me along. “ I couldn’t hold back any longer, and licked my lips, giving a not so subtle cue. “And, if there is anything at all that I can do to help ease your mind…”

“Just help me take him out and get his mind off of things,” he smiled, ignoring my offer. Things never happened on my agenda, and I knew I wouldn’t get his cock until he was good and ready to give it to me. “He’s looking forward to meeting you, too. I haven’t brought a girl home in years, so he’s convinced I don’t date.”

I had thought that it was just me that had never made that cut. “Then, I’m special?” I winked.

“We’ll see.” His voice teased, but his eyes held mine just a little longer then they should have. I wondered if the curtain had finally pulled away from his soul, exposing it just a sliver?

I leaned forward slightly, rubbing my nose up and down the crotch of his jeans.

“Are you going to be my special girl?” he smirked, moving his hand to my hair, as I nuzzled into his pants.

“uh huh.”

“Then you better be very good and show me….” His fist twirled in my hair, holding it firm, as his other hand moved to his zipper.

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Jack’s brother lived about a half an hour away in a small studio apartment, close to the community college that he attended. We met him at the chain restaurant where he worked, after his shift ended. His eyes lit up as soon as he recognized his brother walking through the door, and they embraced warmly.

We settled into the center of an oversized, round booth that was really designed to hold more than three people. Jack sat in between us. He and I enjoyed a couple of adult beverages, while Jamie sipped at a coke. I listened as they caught up on each other’s latest goings on. Occasionally, Jack would include me by weaving something relevant into the conversation, and then Jamie would follow up with a question about my life or work. He seemed genuinely interested, and, like his brother, he was easy to talk to. I enjoyed sitting with the two of them, sharing their time.

Jack had decided ahead of time that we were going to take his brother out for a full night of fun. So, after we had finished a couple rounds, and the conversation slowed, he solicited ideas. Jamie suggested an all-ages dance club, and I was initially reluctant. Putting my moves on display in front of a crowd half my age, sounded mortifying. But Jack patted my thigh under the booth in encouragement, and I figured that if all it took to win me a boyfriend was a reinterpretation of my drunken college shimmy, then I guessed that I could live with that.

The crowd at the club was a little more varied than I had expected, but still mostly college kids. I flashed my wristband to the bartender, who gave me a wink. My third drink of the evening was just enough to relax me and put me at ease. Before long, I was out on the dance floor dancing with Jack and Jamie, bumping and grinding on Jack, as good as any of the college ho’s there.

“Go dance with him, too.” Jack maneuvered me between him and his brother, and threw a nod in his sibling’s direction. I hesitated as I felt my nerves return, but a gentle push on the small of my back sent me teetering over to Jamie. I carefully put one arm on his shoulder, maintaining a polite distance as I wiggled my hips to the music. Damn, the resemblance between them was uncanny. It was as if I was looking into Jack’s face the way he must have looked at that age.

Jamie checked over my shoulder for his brother’s approval, and I knew he must have gotten it, when I felt his arm slip around my waist. He pulled me close to him, until I felt his hips moving against mine. At first, it felt uncomfortable. I was keenly aware that Jack had to be behind me, watching. But, the excitement of dancing dirty with one brother, and then the other, was undeniable. I began to enjoy the decadence, despite myself.

As one song melted into the next, I felt Jack move in behind me. He hugged his body against mine, put his hands on my hips, and began fuck dancing me. My eyes glanced around the darkened room, following the laser lights. Here and there, girls were visibly watching. Some smiled, and some looked utterly disgusted. I was sure my mind reading skills were spot-on: “What is a woman her age doing dancing like that, with TWO men?” I chuckled to myself, knowing how they would change their minds in just a few years.

I looked back at Jack, checking to make sure that he was still okay with what was happening. His lips pressed into mine, telling me all I needed to know. He kissed his way up my cheek to my ear, whispering accolades, “You’re making me so happy, and so proud. This is an important night to me, and you’re such a special girl…”

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By the time we drove back to Jamie’s apartment, the alcohol had worn off, but I was still flying high from the music, and all the attention that I’d received from Jack and his younger doppelganger. Jaime suggested that we come inside, and Jack readily agreed, making the decision for both of us. I was happy to oblige. Aside from the eye candy, I had enjoyed watching the camaraderie between the two brothers all night, and was in no hurry for it to end.

Jack was so relaxed in his sibling’s presence. I was getting glimpses inside of him that he had hidden away from me before. And, Jamie was a pure pleasure. He was a not-yet-refined version of his brother, with all the basic elements present, in the rough. He had the same confidence and social ease, but the natural impulsiveness of youth emanated from him like a musky, testosterone laden cologne. What girl would turn down an offer to wind down the evening in the presence of both of these men?

Jamie’s apartment was a large studio, with a living area arranged in the forward half. Jack sat in the middle of an oversized sectional with me curled into his side, while Jamie sat perpendicular to the two of us.

“I remember this couch, “ Jack laughed. “Lots of good memories were made on these cushions.”

“Too many, apparently, between the two of us,” Jaime retorted. “When I moved in, Mom and Dad said I could have it. They said they didn’t want it anymore because the springs were busted.”

The brothers shared a chuckle, and I looked away, pretending not to be there.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jack looked down at me and playfully gripped my chin between his fingers, turning my face towards him. “Didn’t you have a sex couch in your house growing up? “

“No, “ I shook my head. I had been with the same boy throughout high school, and had never fucked him under my parent’s roof. I was always petrified that, somehow, they’d know.

“Well, then, where did you screw? In your car?”

I felt my face flush once, and then again when I saw Jamie out of the corner of my eye, sitting quietly, awaiting my answer.

“Please feel free to ignore me, and continue your conversation, “ I answered, flustered. “I’m sure that whatever little ‘ol me could contribute to it, is not nearly as interesting as anything you two might have to say.”

I saw Jack’s face smile like a Cheshire cat. He considered it a personal challenge whenever my sense of propriety interfered with the dirty that he was anointing me with. “Nonsense, baby.” He firmed up his grip on my chin, making it a little tighter. “Be my good girl. .. tell me, where did you fuck? “

The cues were such subtle things; just a bit more pressure in his fingertips, and a slight deepening of his voice, but they took my mind away to other places. In my head, I remembered him turning my face to look at him, as he lifted my hips off the bed with his cock. “What’s that, baby? You want to cum? Be a good girl, and tell me that you want to cum…”

He was still holding my chin, waiting through my silence. “In my boyfriend’s car. We used to park in the woods, sometimes,” I squeaked.

“There, now, was that so hard?” He released my chin, and his hand drifted lower, lightly tracing my neckline. “You don’t have to feel self conscious just because Jamie is here. After all, he’s my brother. “

I nodded, but I was feeling very self conscious. In fact, I had just realized that in turning my face towards him, Jack had caused my whole body to shift. I was now practically kneeling on the sofa with my ass in the air. My pants had ridden lower with my movement, and I was pretty sure that I was showing Jamie a half-moon. I starting trying to wiggle into a more ladylike position…

“That’s much, much better, “ Jack teased. “What a friendly girl. That’s it, baby, wiggle your ass at him. “

“No, no, that’s not what I mean!” I protested.

“No?” He cocked his head at me. “Jamie, wasn’t she also wiggling her ass at you earlier tonight at the club? “

“Nah, it wasn’t at me. … it was against me,” Jaime replied, being of no help at all.

I could feel my body start to quiver, as I sensed the energy in the room begin to rise. I had never witnessed brothers being so open with each other. For all I knew, maybe men did this all the time. But I was pretty sure that, usually, they kept their banter between themselves.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jack’s voice grew softer. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up to him. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes, “ I replied, honestly. Listening to them talk about sex, and being the focus of their attention for the second time that night, was making me aroused, despite myself. I could feel my panties sliding slick across my cunt every time I moved. But, I didn’t know if it was all alright. I mean, how could it be alright?

“Tell me about it…” He crooned, combing a hand through my hair.

“Earlier, you encouraged me to dance with your brother. And now you want him to look at my ass. I’m not sure what you want? “

He laid my head in his lap, and kept stroking his fingers gently through my hair. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, as he pressed into my cheek. “I just want you to get to know my family, baby. I thought it was time, don’t you? “

“Uh huh.” Every pass of his hand rubbed my face along his length.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. You hear me, right? “

“Uh huh. “ His cock was like a hypnotic metronome, thinly concealed by his khakis.

“I want you to like my brother. You do like my brother, don’t you? “

I stared up into Jack’s eyes and nodded. Jamie was hard not to like.

“Then let this all be on me…” He reached down and undid his pants.

I looked at his cock, standing magnificent just inches from my lips, and then back to him. He was calm and patient, as he waited for me to decide…

I pulled his cock into my mouth like I was vacuuming it up, and it was as if the suction went right through my body, making my cunt gush out the opposite end.

“That’s it, baby,” he sighed, cupping his hand around the back of my head and pushing me deeper. “Show Jamie what a great little cocksucker you are. Take it all for me.”

“Take it all,” was something I’d never done before Jack. Now, I did it on command, just as he had taught me. I let the saliva build up in my mouth, and then ran my tongue around to spread it, preparing my mouth hole for him. Then I took a deep breathe and worked him as deep into me as he would comfortably go.

When I felt resistance, I straightened my neck, aligning it with my mouth, and pushed forward, until I felt him pop into my throat. Eyes, watering, I looked up at him and held position.

He smiled at me, and pressed his palms to my temples. “See, Jamie, this is how they should suck dick. At first, you have to help them, but after awhile, they learn to get it down their throat for you all on their own.”

I was running out of air. Jack pulled me half off of him, allowing me a quick breathe. Using his hands to move me up and down his shaft, he worked me into a steady rhythm. I gurgled when he pushed too deep, sending a thin line of saliva repelling down towards his balls, but I was generally pleased with my ability to keep up with him.

Three months ago, I would have had to ask him to stop. Now, the depravity of this man using my mouth was sending pulses to the depths between my legs, making my cunt twitch. I hadn’t even noticed that my body had started to move again…

“It looks like she likes it, too.” Jamie’s voice was right behind me. “Her hips are moving with you.”

“Go ahead, and touch her, “ Jack encouraged.

I felt a hand press my sex hard through my pants, and begin to rub in time with the rhythm of my mouth. Instinctively, I pressed back against it. “Uh, uh, uh, uh…” Guttural sounds escaped my lips every time their air right seal was broken.

“Does that feel good, honey? “

I looked up at Jack and nodded, as he continued to pump in and out of my mouth.

“Here, get up for a second, “ he raised my head off his rod and stood up, helping me to my feet alongside him. “It’s time to unwrap you.”

Jamie took a step back and watched as Jack’s hands slid down over my curves, and then returned upwards, raising my shirt with them. Before I knew it, I was standing in just my bra and panties.

“Turn around, “ Jack commanded, and I spun slowly in a circle like a slutty ballerina. With every rotation, Jamie’s eyes watched me, and I watched the bulge in his jeans. Jack smiled reassuringly, while his brother’s smile said something else. Something about it, told me that he had not yet cultivated the restraint and control that his brother had.

Jack nodded in an unspoken signal, and Jamie moved to me, putting a hand on my shoulder to stop my spinning. With his free hand, he unclasped my bra, then yanked it from the front, sending it free falling to the floor. Almost immediately, his hand was on my breast grasping it hard, and his mouth was exploring my nipple. I could feel his tongue, and then his teeth grazed my skin. I let out a little “yip” as he nipped once, again, and then a little harder, here and there.

At first, I didn’t know what to do. I just stared straight ahead at the wall. Finally, my eyes found and held Jack’s. He was watching me; observing me, in that same way that he did when I was pinned beneath him. I searched his face for emotion, and found it stoic. Like so often, I couldn’t read him.

Jamie’s hand moved between my legs, pushing them wide enough to maneuver my panties to the side and reach my sweet spot. I was drenched, and his fingers slipped around my slit and then pushed inside, finger fucking me. As I moaned, he squeezed my tit hard enough to hurt. I recognized the familiar mingling of pain and pleasure that Jack had introduced me to, and responded instantly. My knees started to buckle, and I began grinding against his palm.

He used his fingers inside me to hold me up, bracing me with his other hand around my back. Slowly, he lowered me to the floor, and Jack stepped forward to meet him, both of them easing me down onto all fours.

Jamie removed his hand from my cunt long enough to pull my panties down over my legs and off my ankles. This time, when he returned to my sex, I spread my legs for him, giving him full access. Fingers plunged inside of me, and a thumb found my clit, rubbing back and forth hard.

Jack kneeled down in front of me. “Do you want my cock?” he asked, holding it in front of my face.

“Yes, “ I replied.

“Yes, what? “ He slapped it hard against my face, causing me to flinch. Holding me by my hair, he cock whipped my cheeks and forehead. “Yes, what, I asked you? “

I groaned. If any other man had done that to me, I would have protested. But Jack had a way of making everything wrong feel right. “Yes, please! “ I replied. “Yes, please, may I have your cock?” I begged shamelessly.

“You may.” He put my prize in my mouth, and I sucked him like he was an IV line pumping life-blood, chocolate, and lottery money. Nothing else mattered.

Behind me, fingers pumped in and out, spreading me, stretching me, preparing me.

“Fuck her, “ I heard Jack’s voice say, gruffly.

I looked up at him, but he was staring past me over my back. I felt the fingers leave, and a cock head move up and down my slit. Now, I’m no stranger to doggie, but I was Ill prepared for the rod that sliced through me, battering home against my cervix. My yelp was muffled by the cock in my mouth, as it was forced down my throat by the forward momentum of my body.

I thrashed my hips as though I could move away, despite being split-roasted by these two men. Jamie’s hands grabbed my hips and held me in place as he pulled out, and then thrust again as deep as he could. “Fuck, she feels good.”

I twisted my hips, trying to moderate the depth, as Jamie began fucking in and out of me like a steel piston. My lips began to tremble around Jack’s cock.

He pulled out of my mouth to give me room, as my body rocked back and forth with his brother’s movement. “There, there.” His hand was on my cheek, comforting me. “You can do this for me, baby. You’ve taken hard fucks from me before, haven’t you?”

“Mmm hmm, “ I nodded. And I had. Jack used me thoroughly and regularly, and I had learned to take everything he gave. But he had more finesse than his younger brother. He always warmed me up first.

“Can you take this for me? “ His voice was rich and deep. “I’m really enjoying watching him use you. “

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded. I could take anything for a man with a voice like that. I felt my cunt slick at his words, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was happy to be pleasing him, or because I was getting off on being used in front of him. Suddenly, I didn’t much care, either.

“Lift your hips, baby, “ he instructed. “That’s it, now stretch your body out. “

The pain began to recede, and I began to adjust to the rhythm. It had been years since I had been fucked by a man Jamie’s age. I had forgotten just how relentless young dick could be. It pounded me insistently, without give or mercy.

“Damn, she’s taking it good. “

“Of course she is,” Jack replied, confidently. “I’ve spent months working that cunt, and getting her used to taking it rough for me. “

I could hear them talking over me. Jack was describing the dirty, dirty things he’d gotten out of me, and Jamie was expressing his admiration for his older brother’s ability to turn me into such a good slut. I should have found out it degrading, but it didn’t sound like a put down. In fact, both men seemed impressed, and the running diatribe over my back was making my clit throb. My head started to swim, and I began to moan.

“That’s it, baby, “ Jack said. “It feels good doesn’t it? Do you want to cum?”

Jack was the only man who had ever made me ask to cum. At first, I had been shy about it, but I had learned pretty quick that when I asked him first, he made me cum harder. When I didn’t, he would edge me to the brink, over and over, until I begged him anyway. Before long, I had just accepted that, when we fucked, my orgasms emanated from his control. Now, I asked automatically, every time. “Yes, baby, please, baby, please…” I began to chant.

“Then go ahead, cum, little slut.”

I felt my clit pulse, as my climax exploded from my center, making my legs shake. “Fuck, yes!” I exclaimed.

As I came down, Jamie pulled out, and the two men helped me off of the floor and over to a small coffee table. Jack laid me down on my back, and positioned me so that my legs and head were dangling over the edges. Spreading my legs, and pushing my knees forward, he entered me. Jamie moved around to my face, and as I stared at him upside down, he lowered his cock into my mouth.

Jack filled me with long, smooth strokes, each punctuated with a small upward thrust at the end. He built up his intensity, letting me get used to it, and working my angles, perfectly. The inside of my cunt reverberated with a warm, growing pleasure. I moved my hands to my own breasts, and began to knead them.

The backward positioning of my head made it easy for Jamie to bury himself down my throat, and he seemed anxious to occupy the tight space that his brother had earlier. I relaxed to accommodate him, and he took full advantage. His cock was almost exactly the same size as Jack’s, and it moved right into familiar position. He put a hand under my neck to help support me, and began thrusting balls deep against my face.

Like his fucking, it was more direct than his brother’s. The contrast between his pitiless drive, and Jack’s more subtle working of my cunt, drove me wild. It was like two different versions of the same man, controlling me from both ends. I began to gurgle and gag on Jamie’s cock, and foaming saliva bubbled up from my throat, and began dripping down past my nose and over my face. My body began to involuntarily struggle, and I gasped for air when I could. But my head was in nirvana. I had always wanted to be a dirty girl, and Jack made all of it okay. Although I wouldn’t want to send a picture to my mother, somehow, everything seemed perfectly good and right.

Jack lifted my hips with each thrust, putting pressure on the front of my cunt, right behind my clit. My legs bucked in his hands, unable to contain my pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” His voice pushed me over the edge. Juice from my cunt splashed over his cock, and my head crackled with white light and fireworks. I was a little light headed to begin with from being upside down face-fucked, and my orgasm sent me drifting right out of body.

Unlike his brother, Jack didn’t let me come down. He kept going. As he continued to fuck me, his thumb went to my asshole, and pushed in. I began to shudder, and I moaned so hard on Jamie’s cock, that he had to pull it out. I came hard, and then came again, in a screaming protestation of religion, “Oh my fucking god, yes! Oh god, yes, please! Fucking god! Yeah, don’t stop….fuck, yes!”

My eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, and through the blur, I could barely make out Jamie’s face agape. I don’t think he had ever seen a woman cum repeatedly like that before.

“God,” he cried, praying with me, as he jerked his cock furiously over my face. At the other end, I felt Jack’s grip on my legs tighten, as he pushed them right into my chest, and fucked me in a rhythm that I knew was just for him.

Jamie came all over my face. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop. Through my fog, I could hear Jack’s voice deepen with primal sounds as he filled my cunt. I just lay there moaning and shaking, and chanting to myself.

It’s funny how right after sex, all the movement stops. All the loud panting and desperate noises come to an abrupt end. And, for a time, one is left with an eerie silence. In this moment, as I lay draped over the coffee table, coming down, I suddenly felt panic. My body felt unable to move, and all I could see was the blinding whiteness: the paint on the ceiling, and the cum dribbling into my eye. I gripped the sides of the table, feeling very alone, and waited still as a statue.

I mean, this night, it had to be a game changer. And probably not for the best. I mean, what kind of man keeps seeing a girl who has just fucked his brother and shown, unequivocally, what kind of slut she is?

Finally, I heard movement on the floor next to me. Jack was kneeling by my side and handed me what appeared to be Jamie’s discarded shirt, to wipe the cum off of my face. I cleaned it out of my eyes, and removed it from my cheeks. Turning my face towards him, I just stared, frightened.

“I knew you’d be my special girl,” he said to me warmly, a smile spreading across his face. “I love you. I think that it’s time that you and I finally began moving our relationship to the next level. Next month, I’m taking you home to meet my parents. I think you’ll really like my dad…”

— By Alexis Craft