For the second day in a row, the feel of warm hands on her body woke Angie. This time she didn't wonder where she was or who was touching her. She remembered very well she was on Rhett's private island. That it was her brothers touching her. Her brother's cock nestled up against her ass. Rhett's hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts, but it wasn't his mouth licking and sucking her nipples, so it must be Dane.
"Mmmm." She moaned arching her breasts into the hands and mouth. The hand slid lower, down her stomach and between her slick folds. His fingers circled her clit and rubbed over the taught nub. Automatically she lifted her leg giving him more access. She hooked her leg back over his holding her cunt wide open to his questing fingers.
His fingers played her expertly bringing her right to the brink only to let her slide back down again. "Please Rhett, let me cum." She panted drawing chuckles from both Rhett and Dane. He shifted, and she felt his insistent cock pushing at her opening. She pushed back allowing the massive head to slip inside. He stroked into her a few times and she groaned from the carnal pleasure. Dane pressed his lips to hers, catching the moan.
"Think you can fit my cock in there too?"
"Not without a whole lot of lube, maybe not even then." The idea of both huge cocks in her pussy was frightening and strangely arousing.
"Hmm, maybe I can fit my tongue in there instead." He moved down the bed and she felt his hot mouth close over her pussy. He licked her clit and all over labia. The sensation of having her pussy licked at the same time a big hard cock was slowly pounding into her was unbelievable.
"Oh, that feels so good," she groaned, and Rhett chuckled.
"Alright Dane, do it!" She cried, "Put it in there." Dane moved quickly positioning his cock alongside Rhett's that was already deep inside her.
"There's lots of lube, baby." He reassured her as he pushed in very very slowly. She groaned as it burned and stretched. She felt the head of his cock slip in and gasped.
"Oh god," she groaned. "Just fuck my ass please." She cried making them both laugh but they relented and pulled out.
She straddled Rhett sliding him deep in her pussy and laid on his chest. She expected Dane would just put it in, but he didn't. He ran his tongue down the crevice of her ass and circled her puckered hole. He pressed the tip of his tongue against it like he was trying to penetrate, and she groaned. He pressed a finger into her and she groaned again. Next, he pushed his cock against her it was a whole lot bigger than his finger, but she knew what to expect now.
"Push against him, baby," Rhett whispered, she did as he instructed until the head slipped in and stole her breath. "Good girl." Rhett praised, and heat washed through her. The two men settled into a rhythm one pushing in while the other pulled out and she moaned and writhed unaware of anything but the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her orgasm rolled, never stopping as they never let up until one after another, they came deep inside her filling her with sticky cum. But neither pulled out.
"You want to hang from ceiling today?" Dane whispered kissing along her shoulders.
"Jeeze Dane, give a girl a second to recover, would you?"
"Okay," he chuckled and eased out of her. "Let me know when you're recovered."
"I need food," she groaned.
"Me too," Rhett rumbled. "And a shower, a long hot shower."
"Yes." She started to roll off of him, but he caught her wrapping his arms around her.
"Come on, Baby Sister, I'll wash your back." Angie was a little surprised by the invitation, but she fought to control her reaction.
"Sure, sounds good."
It wasn't exactly a hardship to watch Rhett shower and he seemed to feel the same. The shower in the bathroom off his room was a giant glass enclosure in the corner it had two shower heads and multiple jets along the walls.
"Wow, that's impressive."
"Yes, it is." He smirked at her, but his gaze was on her chest, not his shower. She huffed a laugh and threw a washcloth at him. He caught it and threw it back. She dodged, and it missed her. The shower was a lot more about avoiding slippery wandering hands than getting clean, but the teasing made her laugh and squirm and she pinched and prodded him making him squirm just as much. It had been a long time since she'd been unguarded enough to be playful. She never let anyone tickle her, but Rhett tickled her mercilessly until she escaped the bathroom and ran dripping to the kitchen. She grabbed a blanket off the couch and used it in lieu of a towel.
Dane grinned at her and put her breakfast on the bar. "Forget your towel?"
"There were extenuating circumstances." She laughed and dug in to the food. Dane just shook his head and took the stool beside her. Rhett joined them a few minutes later, dry and wearing a pair of shorts. He took the place at the end of the bar and as he did, he slid a slip of paper across the bar to her.
"What's that?" She asked even as she reached for it. She nearly choked when she saw it was a check for nearly five million dollars.
"Jesus, Rhett! What is this?"
"That is the projected value of what your trust would be on your birthday."
She stared at the check wide-eyed, "...but why are you giving it to me?"
"Because it's yours. Your share of the Harrington trust that Great-grandpa Harrington set up for all of us."
"I get that... but why are YOU giving it to me." She pinned him with a hard stare and he realized that look would serve her well in her chosen profession. He was dreading this conversation for so many reasons but most especially the fact that it meant that he'd been lying to her for years. Given all the recent events he was sensitive to that.
"Mom and Dad are broke."
"Excuse me?" Her jaw sagged, and she immediately looked to Dane for confirmation. Dane didn't speak, odd for him actually, but he nodded. Angie focused her sharp gaze back on him.
"How? Since when?" she demanded.
"They got caught up in that Ponzi scheme a while back. As did most of their circle. They had to liquidate all their assets." He sucked in a breath, "Including the trust."
Angie's jaw sagged even more. He could see her mind working and then she glared at him.
"That was years ago."
"Yeah."
"Well their lifestyle hasn't changed."
"We support them."
"You?"
"Dane and I." She glanced at Dane again. "We bought them out, houses, cars, staff. They quite literally live on an allowance."
"And me. You bought me too," she said softly.
"No." He said immediately, but before he even had the word out, she was tearing up the check.
"I don't want your money, Rhett."
"I already transferred it into your account. The check was just symbolic," he said softly but she only glared more. "It's your money, it was always your money. You were going to get it on your twenty first and you never had to know."
"Then why are you telling me?"
"Because... fuck... because you deserve to know. Because I should have told you ages ago. Because I never should have let them fuck with your head. If I'd known about Stanford, I swear I would have paid your tuition. It wasn't my idea to send you to finishing school." Angie slid off the stool and he almost reached out to stop her. But she didn't leave the room. She walked to the window hitching the blanket tighter as she went. He was at a loss. He never felt this out of his element, and Dane, who always always had his back, remained suspiciously quiet. It was all he could do to sit still, he did but the longer she stayed quiet the more anxious he got. Finally, he hopped off the stool and followed her to the window.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," he said at last. He never apologized, ever. He was pretty sure he sucked at it.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you've had to support me all this time. Thank you, but you don't have to. I'm okay, I'm going to be okay."
"Christ, you think I don't know that? This isn't about me thinking you can't do it. This is about you having the same opportunities we had."
"Try to consider us here, Baby Sister." Dane finally joined the conversation, standing. He managed to catch Angie's attention. She turned from the window looking more than incredulous at the statement.
"Consider you?" She repeated.
"Yeah, we like to say we're self-made, but when you get right down to it we're playing with a stacked deck. Sure, we got brains, and the drive to make enough money to say fuck off to the parents. But we had the seed money. Mom and Dad didn't blow through our trust, and they paid for MIT. They remind us often," he chuckled. "You've clearly got the brains and the drive. When you manage to do it without the money, you'll show us up, one up us. I don't think my ego can take it."
Angie smirked, and Rhett wanted to kiss him. Clearly, Dane was on the right track. The tight knot in his chest eased.
"It would take a helluva lot more than that to crush your giant ego," he laughed, and Angie's smirk bloomed into a smile.
"So now what? I take my money and go home?"
"No," Dane said immediately and Rhett smiled.
