The carpet scratched my cheek, smelling of old dust and laundry detergent. My hips were arched, my lower half splayed across the floor while my torso and head were pinned beneath the heavy oak frame of the bed. I shifted, feeling the cold air on my bare skin.
"I told you the gap was too small, Joy," Erick said, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Shut up and pull me out!" I yelled, my voice muffled by the mattress above me.
"I don't know," Andrew murmured. I could hear him moving closer, the floorboards creaking. "I think we should take a moment to appreciate the situation."
"What does that mean? Andrew? Just grab my waist!"
"It means you're completely naked, Joy," Andrew whispered. "And your ass is practically inviting us."
I tried to wiggle, but the bed frame clamped down on my shoulder. I gasped, the movement causing my rear to jiggle.
"Stop moving," Erick commanded. I felt his hand suddenly slap my right buttock. The sound cracked through the quiet room. "You're just making it harder for us to decide how to help you."
"Decide what? Just pull me!"
"Look at her, Erick," Andrew said, his breath hot against the back of my thigh. "She's soaking wet already. I can see it glistening from here."
"Is that true, Joy?" Erick asked. His voice had dropped an octave. "Are you getting wet because you're stuck, or because your brothers are staring at your pussy?"
"I... it's just the panic!" I lied, though my clit was throbbing against the carpet.
"Liar," Andrew whispered. I felt his tongue swipe across the crease where my thigh met my hip. I shivered, my back arching. "You taste like salt and heat."
"Andrew, stop! Someone will come in!"
"The door is locked, Joy," Erick said. I felt him kneel behind me. "Now, be a good girl and stay still while we inspect the damage."
He didn't use his hands to pull me. Instead, he slid two fingers deep into my heat. I let out a sharp cry, the sound echoing under the bed.
"Oh, wow," Erick groaned. "You're drenched. You're practically leaking for us."
"Please," I whimpered, "it feels too good."
"Too good?" Andrew asked, his voice thick. "Wait until you feel this."
I heard the rasp of a zipper. The sound of fabric sliding down.
"I can't see your face, but I can hear you panting," Andrew said. "Move your leg a bit more. Yeah, right there."
I felt the broad, blunt head of his cock press against my opening. He didn't push in yet; he just rubbed the tip against my clit, circling it with agonizing slowness.
"Erick, help me hold her," Andrew muttered.
Erick gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, pinning me firmly against the floor. The bed frame held my upper body prisoner, leaving me completely exposed and helpless.
"Now," Erick whispered in my ear.
Andrew lunged forward. He slammed into me with a wet, squelching thud. I screamed into the mattress, my body jolting. He was huge, stretching my walls to the limit, filling every empty space inside me.
"Fuck, you're tight," Andrew gasped, his hips slamming against my backside with a rhythmic, meaty slap.
"Do you like that, Joy?" Erick asked. He leaned over, his hand finding my breast, squeezing the nipple hard. "Do you like being trapped while Andrew fucks the life out of you?"
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" I wailed.
"My turn," Erick said.
Andrew didn't pull out. Instead, he slowed his pace, sliding out just enough to let Erick position himself. Erick shifted, his cock sliding into my mouth—or rather, where my mouth would be if I weren't pressed against the floor. He couldn't reach my mouth, so he opted for the other side of my heat.
"Move over, Andrew," Erick commanded.
Andrew shifted his weight, and suddenly I was being hammered from both sides, their cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in a chaotic, sliding friction. The sound was a wet, constant shlicking, the air being pushed out of my orifice with every heavy thrust.
"You're taking both of us so well," Andrew groaned, his balls slapping against my skin with every plunge.
"I can feel your cervix, Joy," Erick panted, his voice ragged. "I'm hitting it every time. Does that feel good?"
"It feels... I'm going to cum!" I screamed, my internal muscles clamping down on them.
"Not yet," Erick whispered. He pulled out abruptly, the suction making a loud pop. He reached down and flicked my clit with a precision that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through my spine.
"Please! Now! I need it now!"
"Then beg for it," Andrew said, continuing to drive into me, his pace becoming frantic. He was hitting me deep, his cock slipping slightly out during a particularly violent thrust before slamming back in with a wet squelch.
"Please fuck me! Fill me up! Both of you!"
"That's my girl," Erick said. He slid back inside, joining Andrew in the tight space. We were a tangle of limbs, sweat, and desperate breath. I could smell the musk of their arousal, the metallic tang of sex filling the air.
"I'm coming!" Andrew roared. He lunged one last time, burying himself deep inside me. I felt the hot, thick jet of his cum splashing against my internal walls, a pulsing warmth that seemed to go on forever.
Erick followed instantly. He groaned, his body shaking as he dumped his seed into the same space, the volume of their combined release making me feel overflowed. I felt the cream leaking out of me, running down my thighs and onto the carpet.
"God," Erick breathed, collapsing against my back.
"I think we can pull her out now," Andrew whispered, his voice exhausted.
"Wait," I gasped, my chest heaving. "Just... stay there for a minute."
"Greedy," Erick chuckled, though he didn't move.
They stayed draped over me, the heat of their bodies warming the cold floor, while I lay half-buried under the bed, shivering in the aftermath of the storm.
