Chapter 1: Shivering in the Tent
The cold was a living thing. It slipped through the seams of the tent, a sharp-toothed breath that gnawed at the edges of their sleeping bags. Marge shivered violently, the thin, cute pajamas she’d packed—little shorts and a camisole—utterly useless against the mountain’s late-night exhalation. Her teeth chattered.
“Jesus, you’re freezing,” Derek muttered, his voice thick with sleep. He pulled her tighter against his chest, his body a furnace in comparison. “Gage, you awake? She’s turning blue.”
A grunt came from the other side of the tent. Gage, a darker bulk in the shadows. “Space is tight. Scoot her over.”
There was a shuffling of nylon and bodies. Derek maneuvered her, and suddenly she was sandwiched between them, her back to Derek’s front, her face toward Gage’s broad back. Their combined heat began to seep into her bones, a slow, drugging thaw. The wind howled outside, making the tent walls suck and billow.
“Better?” Derek’s lips were against her ear.
She nodded, a small movement. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Sleep came in fitful waves, chased away by the unfamiliar proximity of Gage, by the sheer size of him so close. She woke sometime later to a different heat. Derek was hard against the cleft of her ass, his hips making small, deliberate circles. Her breath hitched.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his hand sliding down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. His fingers found her, and she was surprised to feel how wet she was, her body responding even through the haze of cold and sleep. “Just gonna get warm. Be quiet for me.”
He pushed her shorts and panties down just enough, his own boxers shoved aside. He entered her in one smooth, firm push from behind, and she gasped, her eyes flying open in the darkness. She saw the outline of Gage’s shoulders, motionless. Derek’s arm hooked around her waist, holding her still as he began to move, slow and deep.
“That’s it,” he breathed into her hair, his thrusts growing more insistent. The wet sound of their joining was obscenely loud in the quiet tent. Marge bit her lip, burying her face in the sleeping bag, lost in the familiar rhythm, in the secret thrill of doing this with his brother right there.
A low, ragged groan sounded from behind her.
It wasn’t Derek’s.
Her body went rigid. Derek froze inside her, his grip tightening.
“Fuck,” Gage’s voice was gravel, raw with sleep and something else. “You two are fucking loud.”
Derek didn’t pull out. Instead, he let out a shaky laugh. “Can’t help it. She gets so fucking wet.” He began to move again, his hand sliding from her waist, reaching back. She felt his fingers brush past her, and heard the rasp of a zipper.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, panic fluttering in her chest.
“Shhh, baby. Just warming up.” Derek’s hand was behind her, between her and Gage. Guiding. A moment later, she felt the hot, smooth crown of another cock nudge against the back of her thigh, then press into the cleft of her ass, just below where Derek was buried inside her. It was massive, rigid, and leaking. Gage.
She whimpered.
“Easy,” Derek coaxed, his thrusts becoming shallow, teasing. “Just feel it, Marge. He’s just as hard as I am. Look.”
He shifted her, turning her upper body with surprising strength. Now she faced Gage, their faces inches apart in the murky dark. She could see the stark hunger in his eyes, the set of his jaw. Derek’s chest was a wall against her back, his cock still seated deep within her.
“Spread your legs for him, honey,” Derek murmured, his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart. The cold air hit her exposed flesh, followed by the scorching heat of Gage’s gaze. He was looking right at where she was stretched around Derek, at the glistening evidence of their fucking.
“Christ,” Gage growled, his hand coming up to cup her breast through her camisole, his thumb rubbing roughly over her nipple. “Look at that.”
“Tell him how it feels,” Derek urged her, his voice tight with an excitement she’d never heard before. He pulled almost all the way out and sank back in slowly, making her moan. “Tell him how full you are.”
She couldn’t speak. Shame and a dark, curling heat warred inside her. Gage’s thumb tugged her nipple, his other hand moving down, his fingers sliding through her slickness, finding her clit. He rubbed hard, inexpert circles that made her hips jerk.
“She’s gonna come,” Derek said, a note of triumph in his voice. “Look at her. Come for him, Marge. Let him feel you.”
The coil snapped. Pleasure, sharp and devastating, ripped through her, her inner muscles clenching violently around Derek. She cried out, a broken sound, as the waves crashed over her. Gage’s fingers didn’t stop, working her through it, prolonging the spasms until she was sobbing.
Before the last tremor had faded, Derek was moving her again. He pulled out of her, the sudden emptiness a shock. He laid her on her back, her legs hanging open. Gage loomed over her, his cock in his hand, stroking it, the head leaking a pearl of precum onto her stomach.
“My turn,” Gage said, and it wasn’t a request.
Derek knelt beside her head, his own cock, wet from her, bobbing near her face. “Suck me, baby. Keep your mouth busy.”
She turned her head, taking him in, the taste of herself salty on her tongue. As her lips stretched around him, she felt Gage’s hands grip her hips, yanking her toward him. He didn’t pause, didn’t ask. He drove into her in one brutal, fucking stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed around Derek’s cock, the sound muffled, her body arching off the ground. He was bigger, thicker, splitting her open in a new, shocking way.
“That’s it, take it,” Gage grunted, pulling back and slamming home again. The tent filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, of ragged breathing, of her choked gags as Derek fucked her mouth in time with his brother’s thrusts.
Derek watched, his eyes glazed, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Look at her. Look at my wife taking that big fucking cock. You like it, don’t you? You like how he fills you up?”
Gage leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, his thrusts becoming faster, more animalistic. “Gonna breed this tight little cunt,” he snarled, his breath hot on her face. “Gonna pump you so full you feel it for days.”
The vulgarity, the sheer raw possession in his words, sent another shocking bolt of pleasure through her. She was mindless, a vessel for their use, every nerve ending screaming. Derek pulled from her mouth with a wet pop.
“I want in. Now.”
Gage didn’t stop. He fucked her through Derek’s movements as Derek scrambled, positioning himself at her entrance, already stretched obscenely wide around Gage. The pressure was immense, impossible. She felt the broad head of Derek’s cock press against her, pushing, competing for space alongside his brother’s shaft.
“Relax, baby, just relax,” Derek chanted, but his voice was frenzied. He pushed, and there was a burning, stretching sensation that tipped into pain, and then a bizarre, overwhelming fullness as the crown of his cock popped past the ring of muscle alongside Gage’s. They were both inside her. The feeling was grotesque, monumental. She couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck yes,” Derek hissed, his eyes rolling back. “Oh, fuck yes, I can feel you. I can feel him.”
Gage let out a roar, his body locking as he came, his release pumping into her in hot, pulsing jets. The sudden clench of her body around them made Derek lose all control. With a broken shout, he followed, his own orgasm joining his brother’s, flooding her, mixing inside her.
They collapsed on her, a crushing, sweaty weight of spent muscle and heaving chests. The air reeked of sex and sweat and salt. Marge stared up at the trembling canvas ceiling, feeling the hot trickle of their combined come leak out of her, feeling the profound, aching stretch that remained.
After a long minute, Gage pulled out of her with a soft, wet sound. He looked down at her wrecked body, his eyes dark and satisfied. Derek slid out after, kissing her shoulder sloppily.
“Fuck,” Derek panted, a wild, giddy laugh bubbling out of him. “Did you feel that? Both of us? Fucking incredible.”
Gage wiped himself with the edge of a discarded shirt, his gaze never leaving her. “We’re doing that again. Soon.”
Derek nodded, curling his body around hers, possessively, proudly. He kissed her temple. “Yeah. We are. And next time…” He trailed off, but the promise hung in the thick, ruined air. Next time wouldn’t be the end of it. It would just be the beginning.