Pixie Isobella

So my darling virgin… when do I get to fuck you?

Cathy made the mistake of not only telling her old friend Anthony that she had never had intercourse but also that she had always fancied him. Now she is on a rollercoaster towards a steamier gangbang than she has ever dreamed.

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 1

[‘Cathy’s Innocence’ contains first time / virginity, maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and incest themes. All characters are over 18. This is Chapter 1].

So my darling virgin… when do I get to fuck you?

The text message from Anthony arrived just as Cathy was waking up. She read it and then read it again, her eyes refusing to believe what she was seeing.

Oh gods, she thought, rolling over in bed and staring at the ceiling. She flushed at her memories of the previous night. Dammit, she knew she’d gotten tipsy and said way too much. She always did that. She was a sweet drunk, her friends always told her kindly — giggly, cuddly, flirtatious and frequently sharing way too much.

Horrified, Cathy immediately hid her phone in the bedclothes, only to hear it ping again almost immediately.

It was Anthony again, of course. And he would have seen that she had read the message too. Dammit.

I’ve been thinking about sticking my dick into your sweet little virgin hole ever since I dropped you home last night. Tell me when you want it done, my darling, and I’ll be there.

Cathy was still trying to work out how to respond when he messaged again.

Come to lunch with my parents on the weekend. I’ll get the lads there and we’ll take care of your problem after lunch. Free of charge.

Cathy had no idea what had possessed her to tell Anthony everything the night before. Fuck, how could she have been so embarrassingly stupid?

Telling Anthony she had always fancied him. Telling him how she was still a virgin, even though she was twenty-seven, and that she had no idea how to fix that situation. And — oh gods — telling him that she had always fantasised about him and his twin brother, Angus, fucking her together, taking turns with her.

The truth was, she had been lonely the last few years living on the other side of the country. Seeing Anthony again last night after so many years, she had just blurted everything out.

Now, lying in bed, reading and re-reading his messages, remembering what she had told him, Cathy felt her whole body flushing with embarrassment. The sensible thing would be to tell Anthony that he had heard her wrong, but she didn’t want to do that. She was so embarrassed but she still couldn’t bring herself to say ‘no’ or to tell him that he’d been mistaken. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued by his offer.

It was ridiculous, of course. There was no way she could fuck even one of the men she had always considered to be her older brother. There was certainly no way she could fuck both of them together. That had to be wrong, didn’t it? Fucking a man who you thought of as a brother? She bit her lip, embarrassed even at the thought.

But still, Cathy didn’t want to lie to Anthony. Running away from men, from sexual encounters, was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place. Every year she remained a virgin it became harder and harder to make a change.

Unable to say ‘no’, Cathay eventually texted back ‘ok’ and hid her phone again. She changed her mind almost immediately after sending the message but she couldn’t summon up the courage to tell him. Anyway, the weekend was days away and she was sure she could solve it by then.

Three days later, she still hadn’t found the courage to tell Anthony that she was chickening out.

Which is why on Saturday morning, she found herself climbing into Anthony’s expensive car, flushing as she met his eyes. He reached over and kissed her cheek — casual, gentle, brotherly even.

He is my brother, really, Cathy thought, feeling humiliated at how stupid she had been. Of course, he wouldn’t really want to have sex with her. Probably it was a cruel joke — the brothers had always like to joke with her. Probably he didn’t realise quite how sensitive she was about still being a virgin and he had thought it was funny to text her like that.

Anthony and Angus’ mother was Cathy’s godmother, and she had spent many holidays at their house when she was younger. Anthony and Angus had always treated her like a cute, much younger sister. Her shameful secret was that she had always fantasised about the brothers. She had always wanted them to fuck her but they had never been anything other than brotherly towards her.

Now that Cathy had moved to the other side of the country, an eight-hour plane flight away, she never got to see any of them any more. Having drinks with Anthony had reminded her how much she missed all of them.

Clearly, she thought, eyeing Anthony nervously as he sat in the driver’s seat, clearly he was joking. This really is just lunch with my godparents and older not-quite-brothers.

The best thing, she thought to herself as Anthony started the car moving, would be to ignore the whole thing entirely. That will spoil his joke before it even begins.

Anthony disabused her mind almost immediately.

‘You ready for your fucking?’ he asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he navigated inner city traffic.

Cathy blushed furiously, glancing at him and then quickly looking away out the window. Shit, he was serious.

‘Because I’m ready to fuck you,’ he said crudely. ‘I haven’t been able to think about much else all week other than getting my end inside you, my sweet little sister.’

Cathy felt her cheeks burning.

‘I…’ she started and then broke off. ‘You meant it then?’ She couldn’t deal with the crudity of the phrase’ getting my end inside you’ or the embarrassing juxtaposition of fucking with his relationship as her ‘brother’, so she just ignored it.

That’s how I got into this embarrassing mess, she thought suddenly. By ignoring it and hoping it would go away.

Anthony didn’t answer her question, he just snickered a little under his breath. ‘Sweet little Cathy.’ The snicker turned into a locker room snigger and Cathy flushed as Anthony kept talking. ‘You bet I meant it. The lads will be there and ready to drill into you. Do you remember Alistair?’

Cathay vaguely remembered Alistair, another man who had often stayed with the brothers in the past. She hadn’t seen him in years, but she guessed he was in his late thirties, the same age as the twin brothers. The three of them had always been the best mates, enjoying the same pastimes and always laughing that the only reason they had bonded was due to their names all starting with ‘A’.

‘It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember him,’ said Anthony cheerfully when Cathy didn’t reply. ‘I’ve invited him over for lunch. Then the three of us — myself, Angus and Alistair — we’ll take you out to the orchard. The parents always sleep in the afternoon. That will give us plenty of time to strip you naked and teach you how to take cock.’

‘Three of you?’ Cathy didn’t like the way her voice rose and squeaked as she asked the question. Silently, she cursed herself that she was asking the wrong questions. She should be telling him that she didn’t want to do it — or simply laughing in his face and telling him she had seen through his joke.

Anthony dropped a heavy palm on her bare knee, just below the hem of her cotton summer dress, comforting, reassuring — and suddenly, intensely intimate.

‘I always share my fucks with Angus and Alistair,’ he said cheerfully, his eyes on the road.

Chapter 2 of ‘Cathy’s Innocence’ is now here.

Would you like more steamy gangbangs with Anthony, his brother Angus and their friend Alistair?

My novel Capturing Clare contains maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and – ahem – Christmas themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here] and it’s also available as a full-length novel at All These Roadworks and Smashwords.

More of Cathy’s Innocence coming soon!

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