Chapter 11: The Siblings' Breaking
After the card game broke up, Elara was sent upstairs to wash. Not told, exactly. Katie had simply set her hand on the back of Elara's neck and steered her toward the stairs, her thumb pressing the knot at the base of Elara's skull until she understood the direction she was meant to walk. Nick had said the words out loud: bathe, then his door, and don't bother with anything under the robe.
So she bathed. She stood under the spray longer than she needed to, letting the water run over the places Nick's fingers had been, the sore spot on her breast where his palm had landed twice, the wet heat between her legs that had not cooled since the card table. When she climbed out, she caught her reflection in the fogged mirror, and the girl looking back at her had flushed cheeks and bitten lips and absolutely nothing left to hide behind. She wrapped herself in the black silk robe hanging on the back of the door and walked the long hall to the west wing with bare feet on cold wood.
Nick's door was open.
The room was the same as the first night, deep navy paneling drinking the lamplight, velvet curtains drawn against the dark outside, and the bed turned down, the sheets the color of wet slate. Nick sat in the leather armchair by the window with a glass of whiskey balanced on his knee. Will leaned against the dresser with his sleeves already rolled to the elbow. Katie sat at the foot of the bed, ankles crossed, and she was the only one of the three of them who looked at Elara like she was a problem that had already been solved.
"You took your time," Katie said.
Elara stopped just inside the threshold. "I didn't know how long I was supposed to."
"Come here," Nick said, and his voice had the same warmth it always had, the campaign-trail warmth that could fill a hall and make every person in it feel chosen. He set the whiskey down and opened his hand toward her. "Come on, little one. Nobody in this room is going to hurt you tonight."
Her feet moved before she decided they should.
Katie stood as she approached, and up close she was a head taller than Elara even without the heels, which she had swapped for bare feet too. She took the lapels of the robe in both hands and parted it without asking, sliding it back off Elara's shoulders until it dropped in a black puddle at her ankles. The cool air of the room lifted the fine hair on Elara's arms. Katie's eyes went down the front of her slowly, deliberately, like she was reading a page she intended to quote from later.
"There she is," Katie said. "Every inch of our girl."
"Please," Elara said, and she did not know whether she was asking for the robe back or asking to be looked at longer.
Will pushed off the dresser. He had the same smile he wore at breakfast, easy and amused, and it did not change at all when he took her wrist and turned her toward the bed. "You've been shaking since the card table. I noticed. Did you think we wouldn't?"
"I'm not shaking."
"You are." He laid her down on her back in the middle of the mattress with a hand flat on her sternum, and the mattress was firm enough that she felt every point of contact between her skin and the slate-colored cotton. "It's fine. You're allowed."
Katie had already opened the drawer of the nightstand. Elara heard the soft clink of leather and metal, and then Katie's hands were on her wrist, buckling a padded cuff around it, snug but not cruel. Katie lifted that arm over Elara's head and hooked it to the headboard post. Will took the other wrist and did the same, and then there was nothing to do but lie there spread open at the top, tits bared to the lamplight, cunt bared to three people who had already told her, over and over, that they could hear everything she thought.
"You're not going to tie my legs," Elara said.
"No," Katie said, and knelt on the mattress beside her. "We want you to be able to move them. We want to see you try to close them."
She did try, twice, over the next hour. Both times Katie's hand came down flat on the inside of her thigh and pushed her knee back out to the mattress, patient as a nurse, and both times Elara made a small sound she could not take back.
They did not rush. That was the thing she had not expected. Nick pulled up a chair and watched for the first stretch of it, sipping his whiskey, and Katie and Will worked on her like it was a task they had agreed to split. Will started at her mouth, kissing her the way he did in the kitchen when no one else was looking, slow and thorough, tongue sliding against hers until she was lifting her chin to follow him when he pulled back. He worked down from there. The hinge of her jaw, the soft skin under her ear, the hollow of her throat, and he bit there, not hard, just enough teeth to make her gasp and pull against the cuffs.
Katie took the other side. She pinched Elara's nipple between two knuckles and rolled it until it ached, then bent and sucked it into her mouth while Will's teeth were still working the tendon in Elara's neck, and Elara heard herself whimper like it came out of someone else.
"Say it," Katie said against her breast. "Tell me what that is."
"It's my tit," Elara said, and her voice cracked in the middle.
"That's right. And whose?"
"Yours."
"All of it?"
"All of my body is yours."
"There she is," Katie said again, and bit the underside of her breast, and Elara's heels dug into the mattress.
They spent a long time on her. Long enough that the lamp on the nightstand burned lower and the room went amber, long enough that Elara lost the tally of the places they had kissed and bitten. Inside her elbows. The flat of her stomach, Katie licking a slow stripe down to her navel and dipping her tongue into it while Will dragged his teeth along the curve of her hip. The outside of her thighs, then the inside, both of them at once, hands pushing her knees down and apart every time she tried to bring them together. The backs of her knees, which made her laugh and then sob, because Will found that spot behind her left knee and would not leave it alone.
When Katie's mouth finally reached her cunt, Elara had been wet for so long that the first long stroke of Katie's tongue startled a sound out of her that echoed off the paneling. Katie hummed against her and did it again, and again, slow flat strokes up the whole length of her, and Elara's hips came up off the mattress. Will's hand clamped down on her belly and pushed her back flat.
"No," he said. "Take it. You don't get to chase it."
"Will, please."
"You're begging already." He sounded delighted. "We haven't even started."
Katie pushed two fingers into her without warning, working them in and curling, her mouth still busy on Elara's clit, and Elara cried out and pulled hard on the cuffs until the leather creaked. Katie kept her there, right at the edge, for what felt like a very long time, lifting her mouth whenever Elara's breathing changed, stroking her thigh and telling her to breathe, telling her that she was doing so well, and then dropping back down and starting again. Twice Elara came and Katie took her mouth away at the last second, and Elara sobbed into her own shoulder and said please, please, and Katie said no, and kissed her knee.
Nick moved then. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and folded it over the arm of the chair, and Elara watched him do it with her vision swimming, and every detail of it lodged in her head: the dark hair on his forearms, the belt sliding loose, the way he took his time with the buckle while she lay there wet and open and begging. By the time he came to the bed she was crying properly, tears running down to her hairline, and she was still saying please.
"Look at her," Will said. "She's a mess."
"Say it," Katie said, stroking Elara's cheek with a thumb. "Say it, bunny."
"I'm your mess," Elara said. "I'm your mess, I'm a mess, please, Nick, please."
Nick climbed onto the bed between her legs and settled his weight onto his forearms on either side of her head, and he looked down at her with those gray eyes gone dark, and he smiled like she had given him a gift he had been waiting a decade to open. "You're going to be so good for me," he said. "Aren't you."
"Yes."
"Say the rest."
"I'm going to be good for you."
"Who do you belong to?"
"All of you. All three of you."
"Good girl," he said, and pushed the head of his cock against her cunt.
The stretch of it was immediate and total. Elara had touched herself, had two of her own fingers in herself at night with the door locked, and none of that had prepared her for this. Nick went slow, his jaw tight, watching her face the whole way, and when he met resistance he stopped and held there, breathing, and let her body do the work of opening around him. It hurt. It hurt in a way that was not sharp, not tearing, just a deep hot pressure that made her heels skid on the sheet.
"Breathe out," Katie said at her ear. Katie had moved up beside her and was stroking her hair back off her forehead. "Breathe out, sweetheart, it goes easier if you breathe out."
Elara breathed out and Nick pushed the rest of the way in, and she made a sound that was almost a scream and turned her face into Katie's hand and cried, really cried, big stupid tears, while Nick stayed buried inside her and waited.
"Good," he said. "Good. That's it. There she is."
"It hurts."
"I know it does." He pressed his mouth to her forehead. "I know. You're taking all of me and it hurts. That's how I know it's the first time. You're going to remember this one."
"I can't."
"You can." He drew back and pushed in again, and it was already easier, the sting giving way under the stretch, and Elara's breath hitched in a way that was not entirely pain. "Feel that? That's your body figuring out it was made for this."
Katie spat on her own fingers and slid them down between Elara's legs, rubbing slow circles on her clit while Nick kept moving, and the mix of them, the ache and the pleasure, tipped Elara over some line she had been clinging to, and she stopped crying and started moaning, long and low, and she lifted her hips to meet him.
"Look at that," Will said from somewhere to her left. "Twenty minutes. She's a natural."
"She's ours," Nick said, and started to fuck her properly.
He did not go gentle. He got a rhythm and kept it, steady and deep, one hand braced on the headboard and the other cupping the back of her skull so she could not look away from him, and he talked to her the entire time, a low continuous stream of it. That's my girl. Take it. That's it, that's my good little thing, you're doing so well, you're going to come on my cock and I'm going to feel it. Elara's wrists ached where she was pulling against the cuffs. Her thighs shook. Katie's fingers never stopped. When she came, it was not like the card table, not the bright quick thing Nick's hand had given her in front of the family. It rolled up from somewhere deeper and took her whole body with it, her back bowing off the mattress, her mouth open around a sound she could not name, and Nick groaned and held still inside her and finished with a shudder that went through his shoulders.
He stayed there a moment, forehead against hers, breathing hard. Then he pulled out and she gasped at the loss of him.
"Don't move," he said.
Will was already taking off his clothes. He did it faster than Nick had, jeans and shirt kicked off into a heap, and Elara, still trembling, still leaking, looked up at him and understood the whole shape of the evening at once. Nick rolled off the bed and sat in the chair again, and Will took his place on the mattress, kneeling up over her chest, and Katie took Elara's face in both hands and turned it up.
"Open your mouth," she said.
"Katie, I've never-"
"I know. Open it."
Elara opened her mouth, and Will slid his cock onto her tongue, and Katie's hands stayed on her jaw, guiding, and her voice stayed in Elara's ear, calm as a clinician. "Not that far, you don't have to take the whole thing. Use your hand on the base. Breathe through your nose. Good. Good girl, there you go."
It was strange, being filled from above when her cunt was still throbbing and empty below. Will swore softly and braced a hand on the headboard, and Elara worked him with her tongue and her hand together, and above her Nick watched with his whiskey and said, "She's better at this than I expected," and Will laughed and said, "She's a fast learner," and then stopped laughing and just breathed.
Katie slid down the bed while Elara's mouth was full. She got a hand on Elara's chest and pinched both nipples at once, rolling them hard between her knuckles, and Elara's whole body jerked and she moaned around Will's cock, which made Will's hips stutter.
"Do that again," Will said. "Do it again, she likes it."
"She does," Katie said. "She's soaked. Look at her, she's dripping onto the sheets. She's been dripping since the card table and she's still dripping now."
Elara's eyes were streaming, but not from sadness. She had never in her life felt this looked at. Katie played with her tits while she did it, pinching and pulling until they were red and tender, and Elara could feel her own cunt clenching around nothing, greedy for something that was not there, and she made a noise around Will's cock that the whole room heard.
Will pulled out of her mouth before he finished. He stroked himself twice and came across her chest and throat in hot stripes, and Katie wiped a line of it off her collarbone with two fingers and pushed those fingers into Elara's mouth and told her to clean them, and Elara did.
"Thank you," she said when Katie took her hand back, because she had learned on the seventh morning that it was expected.
"Look at that," Will said. "Manners."
He dropped onto the mattress beside her, breathing hard. For a minute the only sound in the room was the four of them catching their breath, and Elara lay spread between the cuffs with Will's come cooling on her tits and her own first time drying on her thighs, and she thought, with something like vertigo, that she had been more afraid of the dinner table than of this.
Then Will rolled onto his side and looked down at her, and she saw it move across his face, the shift from satisfied to interested, and she felt him stir against her hip.
"You're not serious," she said.
"I'm always serious." He kissed the corner of her mouth, the same place he had kissed her at breakfast three days running. "You're the one who's dripping on my brother's sheets. You want it. I can hear you wanting it."
"You cannot."
"Say you don't want it and I'll stop."
She said nothing. Katie laughed, low in her throat.
Will rolled on top of her and pushed back into her cunt, and this time there was no resistance and almost no sting, just the long hot slide of him filling her all the way, and Elara moaned out loud and wrapped her legs around his hips before she remembered that she had not been told she could. Nobody told her to stop. Will set a harder pace than Nick had, hips snapping, one hand fisted in the sheet beside her head, and Katie lay on her side next to them and watched, her hand moving lazily between her own legs, and Nick watched from the chair, and Elara came again on Will's cock with a shriek that she did not bother to muffle, because the whole house was theirs, the whole town below was theirs, and there was nobody left to hear her but the people who had put her here.
Will finished with a groan and a spasm that left him pressed flat against her, and pulled out and rolled away.
"Katie," Nick said. "Your turn."
Katie stood and went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. When she came back she had shed her clothes and she was buckling a harness around her hips, black leather, and the cock standing out from it was the same dark silicone as the dildos Elara had glimpsed in the nightstand the first week, thick and curved. Katie knelt between Elara's legs and spread her knees wide with both hands and settled the head of it against her, and Elara, sore and sloppy and still shaking, looked up at her sister and said, "Please."
"Please what."
"Please fuck me."
"Say it properly."
"Please fuck me, Katie, I want it, I want you inside me, I'm yours."
"Good girl," Katie said, and pushed in.
It went in easier than either of her brothers had, because she was wet past any use of the word, but it was still a lot, and Katie took her time, feeding it in inch by inch with her eyes on Elara's face. Then she started to move, and she was not gentle either, and the palms of her hands came down flat on Elara's tits and squeezed while she fucked her, and she leaned down close and said the things she said, the sharp things, the true things.
Look at you. Fucked by all three of us in one night and still spreading your legs. You're not a bunny, Elara, you're a hole and you're ours and you're going to come on your sister's cock like the good little thing you are.
"Thank you," Elara sobbed. "Thank you, Katie, thank you-"
You're going to come whenever we tell you to. You're going to come to this room every time the dark scares you and you're going to ask nicely. Say it.
"I'll come to this room whenever the dark scares me. I'll ask nicely."
You'll be a good girl for us.
"I'll be a good girl for all of you."
Katie fucked her harder, and her hips started to stutter, and Elara felt the harness working against her sister's clit and understood that Katie was using her to get off, that all of them had, that she was a thing they passed around the bed and that this was somehow the most loved she had ever felt in either of her lives. Katie came with a low broken sound, grinding against her, and pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress with her arm thrown over her eyes.
For a while the room was quiet. Then Nick stood up and came back to the bed and started undoing the cuffs. He rubbed the feeling back into Elara's wrists with his thumbs, one and then the other, and then lifted her bodily and turned her onto her side and lay down behind her and pulled her back against his chest, and Will lay down in front of her and Katie stretched out close with her arm thrown over Elara's hip, and the four of them lay tangled in the wet sheets of the big slate bed with the lamp burning down to nothing.
"You did so well," Nick said against the back of her neck. "First night, and all three of us. That's a lot for anybody."
"I wanted it."
"I know. I could hear you wanting it." His arm tightened across her ribs. "You can sleep here. You're not sleeping alone again."
Elara lay in the dark between her siblings, sore in every place a person could be sore, slick and used and marked with all three of them, and she listened to the house creak around her. Somewhere far off in the west wing a floorboard settled. Somewhere below, in the kitchen or the long room with the fireplace, something smelled faintly, just for a moment, of sour milk.
She did not open her eyes. She pressed her face into Will's chest and her back into Nick's and let Katie's hand close around her hip, and she slept, and she belonged to them.