My mother passed away when I was four. The youngest child, the only daughter, living with my 19-year-old brother and my father, who's 38. I will admit it, both of them spoiled me. I was their princess, and the princess got what she wanted. The biggest bedroom, check. The lavish parties, check. An unlimited credit card, check. It didn't matter. Either daddy, or Shane would get me whatever I asked for.

Except for now. They were packing up the SUV and getting ready to go away for the weekend. Dad and Shane wanted to go to the lake cabin and fish and do whatever else men do. I didn't want to go and expressed it whole-heartedly. I stomped around the house, threw fits, slammed doors, and even ignoring them.

Dad threatened me that if I didn't pack a bag, I wouldn't have clothes to wear for the weekend. My stubborn ass hadn't yet and wouldn't. There's no way either of them would make me go, and if so, not without clothes. I can't see that happening, but the way my dad spoke to me earlier, I'm not too sure.

I wasn't going to waste my time thinking about it. Tomorrow morning, they will try and wake me up and when I stay asleep, they will leave me. Then I could go out with Nick, or even yet, invite him here.

I've been dating Nick for a year. The last few months he has wanted to go further. It's not that we haven't done anything, but sex hasn't happened. This weekend would be our chance to go all the way, especially that I feel I am ready. So, there was no way I would be going on this boring weekend trip.

I slept soundly, not falling asleep until 2 in the morning. Nick and I stayed up video chatting and making plans for him coming over. When my head hit the pillow, a smile crept over my face, my eyes closed, and I heard nothing. But then, something woke me up.

I heard noises, creaks in the hallway where someone doesn't know where to step. It had to be Shane and my father. I rolled over, pulling the covers up to my neck, and waited. The door creaked open, and light footsteps stopped at my bed.

"There isn't another way to do this, Shane. She's going to wake up no matter what. Just get her ass out of bed and into the car. As quietly as possible. If the neighbors hear her yelling, or screaming, they will call the police, then come out," my dad whispered. I stayed still, not knowing what he was talking about. The idea that they were kidnapping me sounded farfetched.

My bed dipped, and Shane's strong arms picked me up. I yelled, tried fighting him, but his hand covered my mouth, the blanket was tightly wrapped around me, and I was being lifted.

"Chloe, stop this shit now," he hissed. "This is happening whether you like it or not. Now, I can do this the rough way, or the easy way. It's solely up to you." I couldn't speak, his hand cutting into my mouth. Now that my hands were wrapped in the blanket, I couldn't move them either.

I wanted to fight them. My dad, nor Shane, has ever forced me to do anything, or go anywhere I didn't want to. And now they were ruining my plans to be with Nick.

My dad was in the SUV, and it was running when Shane carried me out. He jumped out the car, opened the door as Shane hopped in with me in his arms, shut the door and sped away. I was still fighting, trying to wiggle free of my blanket prison. Shane's hand stayed on my mouth, hard enough that I couldn't bite him. We rode that way for a few hours, and when we took the dirt road, Shane let me go.

"Chloe, if you don't settle down and behave, I swear to you I will put you over my knees and spank you." he threatened me.

"What the hell? You can't do this to?" I yelled, my voice loud enough to pierce their ears, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. "I told you that I didn't want to come out here." I finally managed to be free of my prison, and my hand went to the door and opened it.

"Dammit, Shane, grab her." my dad ordered him. I had a foot out the door when Shane pulled me backwards by my long blonde hair. He pulled so hard, I practically flew back and landed across his lap. The door slammed shut and my father took off.

"You want to be a bad girl, Chloe," Shane said and continued, "then I guess you need to be punished." My arms were pulled back and up, then wrapped in the blanket. I couldn't move. My legs were held down under Shane's legs and I was render immobile.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"Teaching you a lesson," he answered me. My bottoms were pulled down, and I perceived his hand slap me.

"Ouch," I cried out. But he did it again and again, marring my soft, creamy skin. I cried, those big ugly tears as he spanked me, at least 10 times.

"Fuck, Dad. Her ass looks good rosy from my hand." They both snickered, my dad looking in the mirror to see what Shane had done.

"You're right, Shane. Looks fuckable, doesn't it?"

I couldn't believe what they were saying. Why would they like spanking me, or think my bare ass, with handprints was fuckable. I wiggled, hoping Shane would cover me back up.

"I wouldn't wiggle too much there, Chloe. Don't want to whip out my cock just yet. There's plenty of time once we get to the house." my jaw dropped, and my heart started beating faster. They laughed, not like it was a joke, but in the sense as they were going to fuck me.

"We are almost there anyways. She can wait. Even if we can't." my father snickered. I couldn't speak. My mind went racing, thinking and wondering what they had planned. Images ran through my head, images of me being fucked by the two closest people I know.

Less than an hour later, we pulled up to the cabin. It wasn't much, just a spacious downstairs layout, and an open 1 bedroom with a bath upstairs. The car stopped, and neither of them moved.

"Go tie her up so we can get everything out of the car. Can't have her running off." My dad told Shane as he opened the door. Shane carried me into the cabin, up the steps and dumped me on the bed. Quicker than I sensed, Shane had my feet strapped to the bed, and my arms out of the blanket and strapped to the headboard. He looked me over, chills ran down my arms, and my nipples got hard.

"We are going to have a fun weekend, brat," he laughed and bounced down to help our father. I lay there, not able to move. I tried, the rope burning into my ankles and wrists. I could hear them talking, not making out the words as they made trips in and out of the house. Cabinets were being opened, things were being put away. I could hear their footsteps moving about.

I looked around, the long window that looked over the lake, the pictures of my brother and father littered the room. A table sat off towards the bathroom door, not a long one, but one with a hole cut out. There were scarves and handcuffs hanging off the legs. The wall beside the bed held a few belts, a few different paddles, a whip, and an object that I had never seen before.

"It's called a cane," my father's voice spoke. "You won't like it yet, but eventually you just might."

"If not, it's still fun for the two of us," Shane spoke behind my dad.

"Why are you doing this?" I mumbled.

"It's it obvious. You have gotten what you wanted from us for years. It's time to pay us back," Shane said, stripping down to his boxers. My father followed along, taking a chair and moving it closer to the bed. Shane's knees dipped the bed down as he got closer to me.

"Take her clothes off, Shane."

"My pleasure," he responded. His hands grabbed at my flimsy top, and he ripped it down the middle. My breasts, a 36D, popped out. "Shit, those look suckable as much as fuckable." his fingers ran down each one and landed at my matching shorts. Those were ripped, also.

"She shaved."

"Well, she was planning on fucking that boy, Dad. She got herself all pretty. Just for the wrong person. Or persons." they chuckled. His fingers made another trail, this one to the top of my pussy. "Fuck, I can't wait," Shane said, his fingers running along my slit.

"Let me eat it before you fuck her at least." Shane got up, my father taking his place, but between my legs. "Untie her legs." Shane did, and my father pulled them up around his shoulders. "She smells like vanilla and honeysuckle."

His mouth was on me before I could catch my breath—warm, demanding, and utterly focused. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt through me, my back arching as a gasp escaped my lips. He didn’t tease; he consumed, like he craved the taste of me, like nothing else existed. He lapped me up, his tongue playing games, collecting moisture. My body betrayed me, liking the sensations his mouth delivered. And with a cry, my back not touching the bed, my juices ran out and down his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet with me, lips swollen, eyes dark and burning as he looked up at me like he’d just won a war. I could barely move, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp, but the hunger in my father's gaze made me shiver again.

"Fuck, Shane. She..." he trailed off, not able to finish what he was saying. A second later he got up, and Shane took a hold of my legs.

His long cock was lined at my entrance; his deep dark eyes drank in mine. Aftershocks of my orgasm still ran through me and Shane took me in one long thrust. My wails spilled out uncontrollably, raw and urgent, as every touch sent fire racing through my body. No longer a virgin, he split my hymen wide open.

"Ffuucckk," Shane groaned. "So tight, baby sis." he hadn't moved; his eyes tangled with mine. There were tears in mine, my baby blue eyes having trouble focusing. Slowly, Shane pulled out, leaving the tip in. Then slowly he pushed back in, so far in that I could feel his pelvis. Slowly, he did it again and again, the feelings running through me of pleasure with a bit of pain.

I couldn't believe my body, betraying me with lust. I wanted to fight him off, but I didn't want him to stop. My body moved, sucking his long cock back into me. Shane smiled, and his speed picked up. My essence flowed, not as in an orgasm, but from being fucked from the forbidden. I started matching his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The room was silent, eerily so, the only sounds coming were from the bed and our pants. Then the sounds of skin on skin, our mixing getting louder and louder. My legs were pushed further up, my knees damn near my head. Shane was pounding into me, his body's full force landing on the back of my thighs. My sounds took another pitch higher; moans mixed with purrs.

Our eyes stayed locked. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. They spun their web and caught me in it. A feeling hit me, starting in the very pit of my stomach. This one was intense, my legs tingly with what was to come. And then it hit, full-blown, out of the park.

My mouth opened, my orgasm ripping through me. My screams mixed with Shane's groans, my pussy sucking him deeper and deeper before I saw stars. I sensed his hitting me in the womb, hot jets just filling me up and up. My eyes were still closed; my legs were still shaking.

"God, Chloe. That was the best ever." his praise warmed me, making me smile, making me feel special. He rolled over to me, his lips attaching to mine, and we kissed. His tongue opened my mouth and mingled with mine. The bed dipped again, my eyes opened.

"My turn, baby." My father all but purred. "I can't say I will be gentle like Shane, but nonetheless, it will be enjoyable." I opened my legs farther apart and watched as my dad's cock, girthy and long, pushed into me. It hurt, and I cried out. "Sorry, baby. I'm a bit fatter than your brother. His cock was made to take your ass, mine just right for your tight pussy."

Shane's hand moved my face to his, his lips sought out mine, kissing away my screams and moans. I finally noticed that my dad's fat cock was all the way in me and, as he said, he wasn't easy.

The pain was something else entirely. I felt full, felt like my world was being ripped apart. Shane kept kissing me, rubbing my tongue with his, biting on my lower lip. His hands played with my tits, his fingers pinching my nipples. I pushed my legs further apart, giving my dad more room to take me.

His girthy cock slammed into me over and over again. I tried to meet him, to meet his thrusts, but I couldn't. And when I sensed my peak rising, I tore my mouth away from Shane and screamed while I climaxed. It went on forever, my throes of passion thrashing me around, Shane's mouth clapped on my breasts, my father deep inside his little girl.

His thrust became harder, him nearing his end.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder." I told him. He obeyed, his pelvis bouncing off of mine. He groaned deeply, muscles trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him, every nerve igniting in a fierce, consuming release. His seed running and mixing with Shane's inside me. My body was on fire, a sensation overload.

We lay in bed, Shane undoing my wrist as I held my father to my chest, Shane holding me. We drifted off, the three of us in pure bliss.

I awoke hours later, the sun no longer shining through the window. I snuck out of the bed, took off my ripped pajamas and looked out towards the lake. My body hurt a little, but I smiled at the reason behind it. Downstairs, I made a pitcher of mimosas and started breakfast. I stayed naked, since I was stubborn and didn't pack. But after earlier, I didn't want clothes on.

I wasn't ashamed to admit that the longer I stayed naked, the more of them I would get. It made me smile, made me wonder what they would do to me next. Suddenly, a pair of hands snaked around my body and pulled me closer. I could smell Shane's cologne and turned my face to see him. His lips sought mine, searing me in a deep kiss.

"Enough of that. I'm making breakfast." I told him, pushing him backwards.

"Shit, sis. You're making me hard is what you are doing." he laughed as he poured the two of us a glass. Handing mine to me, he stood back, leaned against the counter and watched me. Or he watched the way my firm ass moved. I started making plates when my father joined us. Shane gave him a glass, and we sat at the breakfast bar eating and laughing.

There were only two stools, so my father gave one to me and the other to Shane. Once we finished eating, dad cleared away the mess and Shane did the dishes. I sat there, my second glass of mimosa almost gone.

"So, Chloe. Did you have fun?" my father asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Yes, Daddy, I did. If I had known what was to happen, I would have gladly come."

Shane chuckled, "You did, three times, my little slut."

I ignored him, trying not to smile back at him. "What's next? I asked.

"Let's go sit on the couch." Shane carried me, hanging me over his shoulder, and my father slapped my ass playfully. Shane sat down, keeping me attached to him. I felt his long cock against my ass, and I pushed into him. He moved me a little bit, now his dick in my ass crack.

"So, Chole. What would you like to do?" my father asked me. I stuttered, not wanting to sound like a whore with the idea flowing through my head. I could picture a few things and blushed. "Tell Daddy what you want, and you will get it."

"Ummm." I started to say, "Maybe, you and Shane on umm...."

"You want one of us to fuck you and you take the other in your mouth." I nodded. My cheeks got a deeper hue to them, just hearing the words. "Well, since you are on Shane's lap, why don't you put your pussy on his cock and then I will face fuck you." His dirty words had an effect, making me drip with anticipation.

Shane picked me up and slid me slowly down his shaft. "Ahhhh." I moaned. I lifted myself up and down, feeling his veins hitting along the front wall of my pussy. It was amazing. But then my dad's hands clasped my face, hard, making my mouth open. He stuck his wide cock at my mouth and pulled my head on him.

It was so thick, I was having trouble keeping my mouth wide enough to indulge him. "I know I'm thick, baby, but it will feel better soon." I couldn't answer him; my eyes pleaded with his to make it better.

Shane's legs held mine and pulled them apart. his right hand circled around and toyed with my clit. His...