Healing Holly

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Carnal Publishers and Bree Sanders-Summers reserve all rights to Healing Holly. Any resemblance to people or places is a coincidence. Please respect the copyright by not sharing this work. Permission of the author or publisher is required to copy any part of this work. All characters are 18 or older. © Bree Sanders-Summers, 2011

Holly had a miserable childhood with a mother who didn't want her and a long string of pervy "uncles". When she comes to live with Travis and Clay on their ranch, she feels

safe and loved for the first time ever. Inevitably, she falls in love with them, and they fall for her. Their love can heal Holly's emotional wounds, even though they are her half-brothers and already lovers.

Holly woke, heart pounding and pussy throbbing. Another erotic dream had left her on the verge of coming. Knowing the fantasies were forbidden and would never happen left her more depressed than aroused. From experience, she knew she wouldn‟t get back to sleep easily. With a sigh, she slid from the bed and padded from her bedroom on bare feet. She tiptoed past her brothers‟ room to avoid waking them as she made her way to the kitchen. After taking a jar of the milk she had collected from the cow by herself yesterday morning, she poured some into a mug. She was on the verge of putting the cup in the microwave when she heard a thump from outside. Setting the mug into the microwave, she left the door open and went to the window to peek out. She had lived on the ranch for five months now, but the lack of noise still bothered her sometimes. Hearing a disturbance had her fearing cougars or bears, though her brothers had told her there weren‟t any wild animals near the property. Holly‟s mouth dropped open in shock at the sight that greeted her. Clay and Travis were near the back of the pickup truck. Naked. Together. As she watched, Travis bent Clay over the tailgate. A second later, he lubed up his dick and penetrated Clay‟s ass. She shook her head, unable to believe what she saw. Entranced, she watched Travis fuck Clay, while Clay stroked his own cock. Realizing they were speaking, she bit her lip, torn between curiosity and caution. Part of her wanted to pretend she had never seen her brothers having sex with each other. Another part, the part that kept conjuring all those disturbing erotic dreams, insisted she stay. Slowly, Holly lifted the window, making sure it didn‟t make a sound. Their voices became audible when she knelt down to the opened space. “God, that feels good, Clay.” “Tell me about it. I‟ve been dying for this.” Travis continued thrusting into his brother‟s ass. “It‟s been too long since we had a loud, lusty fuck.” “She wouldn‟t even know—”

“We‟ve talked about this. We have to be discreet when we‟re fucking in the house.” Travis sounded impatient. “Holly would freak out if she found out about us. She has nowhere else to go. I don‟t want her leaving. She‟s too young to be on her own.” Clay sighed. “I know, Trav.” He grunted as his hand moved faster up and down his shaft. “I can‟t help wishing she was with us.” Travis groaned. “I know. I want her too, but that‟s not going to happen. We can‟t even hint at how we feel.” “I know.” Holly reeled away from the window and started down the hallway. After a second, she returned long enough to close the window and take the mug from the microwave, dumping it down the sink. She didn‟t want them to know she‟d been in the kitchen. In a daze, she returned to her bedroom, her mind awash in turmoil. She couldn‟t process any of it—her brothers were lovers, and they wanted her. She knew she should react with disgust, maybe even fear, but her reaction was completely opposite. Excitement made her stomach flutter as she imagined the possibilities. Knowing they wanted her made it easier for her to accept the desire she‟d felt for her half-siblings ever since she had shown up on their doorstep a few months ago. It made her feel like less of a freak.

Late the next night, Holly gathered her courage before she knocked on Clay and Travis‟s bedroom door. Without waiting for an invitation to enter, she opened the door and stepped inside. She pretended not to notice the way her brothers jerked apart and didn‟t comment about them sharing a bed when there were two in the room. “Holly? What‟s wrong?” asked Travis as he pulled the blanket over himself. “I had a dream. Can I sleep with you for a while?” She couldn‟t see their expressions but heard Clay‟s soft gasp. Without waiting for a reply, she padded across the hardwood and climbed onto the bed, between them. She scooted back the covers and got under, lying on her side. Holly almost whimpered when she felt Travis‟s cock pressing into her ass, while Clay‟s hard length rested against her belly.

After a moment, Clay patted her shoulder. “Do you want to tell us about your nightmare?” She smiled slightly. “Actually, it wasn‟t a nightmare. I had this really sexy dream. I was surrounded by men, and they were touching me everywhere. I woke up just as one of them started to stroke my pu—” Travis cleared his throat. “You shouldn‟t be telling us this, Holly. We‟re your brothers,” he said in a gruff voice. She shrugged, relishing the way their cocks had hardened further. “Okay.” “Go to sleep,” said Clay, sounding like he was in pain. Holly cuddled closer to her older brother, pleased when her oldest brother scooted closer as well, his cock still nestled against her ass crack. She pretended to try to sleep, letting silence lengthen for a few minutes. When they started to marginally relax, she said, “I can‟t sleep.” Clay groaned. “Did you try?” “Talk to me and bore me to sleep,” she teased. “What do you want to talk about?” asked Travis. She pretended to consider for a moment before asking, “When did you two become lovers?” She grinned when they stiffened, both uttering nearly incoherent denials. “Come on, guys. It‟s pretty obvious.” “That‟s so wrong,” said Clay. “We would never—” Holly interrupted Travis. “I don‟t care.” “You don‟t?” asked Travis, clearly dropping the pretense. “It was weird when I first found out, but I did some thinking, and it doesn‟t matter. There‟s even a logical explanation.” “There is?” asked Clay, his voice betraying how off-kilter he still was.

“I did some Googling. It‟s called genetic sexual attraction. When you don‟t grow up with your siblings, you don‟t get the Westermarck effect.” “What the hell is that?” asked Travis. “It‟s what keeps siblings from being attracted to each other by making the other person sexually repulsive, I guess you could say.” “This conversation is bizarre,” said Clay, making her giggle. Travis shifted, pressing his cock more against one cheek than her crack. “It makes sense. None of us had a real family „til we met each other.” “No kidding.” Holly felt a twinge of sadness. They shared a mother, but she wasn‟t much of one. Travis was ten years older than her and had been taken by the state when hhe was three. Clay was six years older and had ended up in foster care at the age of four when their mother, Millie, had a new lover—Holly‟s long-gone father—who didn‟t want kids. He‟d been gone the same night she‟d told him she was pregnant. Holly herself had lived with their mother all her life, until a few months ago. She shuddered, remembering the event that had driven her to run away, six weeks shy of her eighteenth birthday, and track down the brothers she didn‟t know. She shook her head, casting off the melancholy thoughts. “So, how did you end up lovers?” she asked again. “I was living in an apartment in the city, going to college, when Clay found me. He was eighteen and had just gotten enough information about our mother to find me. When he showed up, I couldn‟t turn him away.” “I settled in and started school too. I met a girl, and we dated for a while.” Clay scooted a little closer. “She had a thing for my roommate and wanted a threesome.” “We all have different last names, so she didn‟t know we were brothers,” interjected Travis. “We were young, and the thought of sharing a woman was exciting.” “Except she had some conditions that she didn‟t tell us about until the night we were all together, naked in bed,” said Clay. “She wanted us to blow each other first, before she‟d let us fuck her.”

“Young and stupid,” Travis reminded her. “We were willing to do anything for that hot little pussy, so we did it and had a hot time.” His cock twitched at his words. “After she left, we were still there together, in bed.” “I confessed that I‟d enjoyed his blowjob more than fucking her,” said Clay. “I felt the same way.” Travis sighed. “Being together just felt right.” Their words made her wet, and she squirmed in her silk boxers. “Yeah,” she said wistfully. “When we moved here and bought the ranch a few years ago, we didn‟t let anyone know we‟re brothers,” said Travis. “That way, if anyone ever found out we were lovers—” “They wouldn‟t freak out or string us up,” said Clay, sounding like he was only halfjoking. “Small-town Montana might be a little weirded out by a gay couple, but they couldn‟t handle a long-term incestuous relationship.” “That makes perfect sense.” Holly moved her hands, hovering near their cocks. “About the threesomes…” “Yeah?” asked Travis, sounding nervous. “Do you still share your hard, hot cocks with any girls?” As she asked the provocative question, Holly took both their cocks in her hands, making them stiffen. “Don‟t!” said Clay. “Holly,” said Travis in a firm tone. She licked her lips. “I saw you last night. I heard you.” As they groaned in unison, she said, “I know you want me.” “I think you‟d better go back to your room.” Travis rolled away from her when he spoke. She blinked, stunned. “What?” Clay sat up, also moving away. “Go on, Holly. You don‟t really want this.” “Yes, I do.”

“No,” said Travis. “We can‟t drag you into this fucked up situation. Go to bed.” Tears burned her eyes, and she sat up. Blinded by the moisture, she somehow kicked off the blanket and tried to make it to the foot of the bed. She was determined to be out of their sight before she started crying, but sobs overcame her, and she collapsed at the foot of the bed. Travis cursed, and she stiffened when his arms came around her, lifting her onto his lap. Clay clicked on the lamp before scooting over to sit beside them. He put his hand on her thigh, rubbing softly. “Please don‟t cry, baby.” “I thought you loved me,” she wailed, hating how pathetic she sounded, but unable to deal with another rejection. “We do.” Travis kissed the side of her head. “That‟s why we can‟t do this to you.” “It wouldn‟t be right,” said Clay. “You‟re too young.” “I‟m eighteen.” She sniffed. “You were only eighteen when you and Travis became lovers.” “You‟re so innocent, baby,” said Travis. “We can‟t do that to you.” She shook her head. “I‟m not innocent. I‟m not even a virgin.” Clay stiffened. “You said Mom kept you on a short leash. We assumed you hadn‟t—” “It wasn‟t her,” said Holly. “It was her loser boyfriend who wouldn‟t let me date. He was always watching me. I knew he wanted…” She trailed off, shuddering. “The day I left, he tried to make me go to his bedroom. I fought him, and he pinned me in the kitchen. He put it in me and started…it hurt. I was never so glad to see Mom in all my life as when she came home early from work and stopped him before he could finish.” Her brothers radiated anger, which she found comforting as she told them the rest. “She was so angry, but with me, not him. She slapped me and told me to get out. I had written down your address from her address book months before. I could only hope it was current, since I knew she didn‟t have much contact with either of you. I‟d planned to find you guys when I turned eighteen. There was no way I was staying around Mike.”

“Oh, baby.” Travis rubbed his cheek against her hair. “I‟m sorry you went through that. If I could get my hands on either one of those miserable excuses for humans—” Her sobbing session left her with hiccups, and she let out another one. “She never wanted me. I knew that. She told me often enough. I thought things would be different here.” Holly twisted away from Travis, scooting toward the end of the bed. “I can‟t stay here.” “Jesus, Trav.” Clay‟s voice was full of anguish as he slid after her. She shrugged off his hand. “I don‟t want your pity. I love you.” Holly bent her head. “I‟ve loved you since I met you guys.” “We love you too, sweetie.” Clay tried touching her again. Once more, she rebuffed him, turning her head to meet his gaze. “You don‟t understand. I‟m in love with both of you. I‟ve been dreaming about making love with you for weeks. I knew there was something wrong with me, and I was going to have to leave if I couldn‟t stop.” With a sigh, she added, “When I thought you wanted me, it made me feel better about how I feel…felt. I knew it wasn‟t normal, but at least you felt it too. When I found out about GSA, it all made sense.” Holly shook her head. “Except I was wrong, and you don‟t want me. I‟m sorry. I shouldn‟t have come here.” She put her feet on the floor and started to stand up, yelping when Travis was suddenly towering over her, lifting her into his arms again. Holly knew she should protest, but she snuggled against him. When he sat down, she was on his lap, his hard cock nestled between her legs. “We do want you,” said Clay, coming over to sit beside them. “We love you. In love,” said Travis. “It‟s been killing us that we do. Within days of your arrival, we admitted it to each other, and we‟ve kept each other strong these past five months. God, Holly, how could we not want you?” He cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple through the thin silk. Holly moaned, squirming. Travis‟s cock jumped, and she instinctively tightened her thighs to squeeze gently. He rewarded her with a husky groan and an upward thrust of his hips. Clay leaned forward, taking her mouth in a long kiss. A thrill shot through her when her half-brother plunged his tongue inside her mouth. It was supposed to be wrong, but

it didn‟t feel wrong. It was amazing, just like it was wonderful to have proof of how much Travis wanted her pressing insistently between her legs. She lifted her bottom and slid down the side of his shaft as her tongue dueled with Clay‟s. Clay cupped her other breast, thumbing her nipple. They tugged and rubbed in concert, as he continued kissing her. Travis sucked on the side of her neck, and she writhed, wanting more—though she wasn‟t sure exactly what that encompassed. “Can I take off your shirt?” Travis asked softly, near her ear. Holly nodded. “Take off everything,” she said, continuing to thrust against his cock. She whimpered in protest when they stopped kissing her and touching her, though she knew it was necessary to remove her shirt. Travis dispensed with the top in seconds, tossing it aside. Though she was immediately bereft without the solid length of his cock, she didn‟t resist when he lifted her from his lap and moved her between them, lying on her back. As one, they bent their heads, each taking possession of a nipple. She arched her back as they suckled. The pleasure was so intense she couldn‟t open her eyes to identify who it was when one of her brothers put his hand between her legs, stroking the outside of her mound. She parted her thighs, and the welcome fingers slipped gently inside her slit. “Oh, god.” Whoever was stroking her clit knew exactly what he was doing. She could open her eyes to remove the mystery, but not knowing was delicious and naughty. When she imagined being with them, it was always both brothers, and they were more like one entity. Another set of lips nibbled at hers, and she turned her head to the left, recognizing Travis by his scent and his position. His kisses were gentle and coaxing. Unsatisfied, she buried a hand in his hair, opened her eyes, and pressed him closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth, and she met it eagerly. Another hand joined the first, and she arched against them. One of her brothers circled her clit with light motions, while the other probed the entrance to her pussy. She winced when the finger penetrated her slowly. “Shh, baby, it‟s okay. You‟re so damned tight,” said Clay. “Let me loosen you a bit, and you‟ll enjoy what comes next. I promise you.”

“Just relax,” said Travis, lifting his mouth from hers. Holly concentrated on relaxing, and Clay‟s finger slipped inside another inch. It didn‟t hurt any longer, and he pulled in and out, going deeper each time, until it was all the way inside her. She moaned when he wiggled gently. While Clay withdrew his finger, Travis circled the slippery little nub until she was sobbing with frustration. “Please,” she begged. As Travis pressed against her clit, Clay penetrated her with two fingers. Her eyes widened, and she gasped in ecstasy as an orgasm swept through her, tightening her pussy around their fingers. Tears leaked from her eyes, and they were both there in an instant, hovering over her. “Are you okay?” “Did I hurt you?” asked Clay, his expression horrified. She shook her head. “No. It was so good.” Travis chuckled before her brothers bent their heads to lick off the tears. Their mouths moved across her face, meeting at hers, and she kissed both of them as they kissed her, their tongues all joining in a writhing mass that made it impossible to identify who owned which. She broke away, gasping for breath. “I want you to…you know. I want it to be different than it was with Mike.” “It will be,” promised Travis, and then groaned. “What is it, Trav?” asked Clay. “We don‟t have any condoms. There hasn‟t been a need for a while, so I haven‟t been buying them.” Travis looked hopeful. “Have you?” Clay shook his head, cursing. “I‟m on the pill,” she whispered. At their surprised expressions, she said, “I‟ve been on it since I was fourteen, when I first realized how Mom‟s creepy boyfriends were looking at me. I was scared of them. I knew I probably couldn‟t stop them from raping me if they decided to, but I wasn‟t going to get pregnant.”

Travis and Clay traded a meaningful look. “The only good thing that useful bitch ever did was give birth to the three of us, so we could find each other,” said Travis. As they sat up, she stiffened a little. “Are you going to do it now?” “In a bit,” said Clay. “You need some more attention first, baby.” She didn‟t resist when they rolled her onto her side. Holly‟s eyes widened when Travis‟s hair brushed against the back of her thighs. Clay‟s head dipped lower, and she trembled upon realizing he was going to kiss her in the most intimate way. She‟d read about it and seen it on a couple of late-night cable movies, but almost dreaded having it done, because it was so unknown. After nudging up one of her legs to rest her thigh on his shoulder, Clay probed her slit with his tongue, swiping it across her with broad strokes. She screamed at the sensation, and then flinched at her own extreme reaction. Neither of her brothers commented or rebuked her, so she let go of her fear of making a fool of herself. Clay‟s tongue searched inside her crevice, as though seeking something. She and he both sighed when he found her clitoris. She cried out as he swirled his tongue around it before sucking lightly. Holly cried out again, this time in shock, when Travis parted her buttocks so his tongue could slip between her cheeks to caress the puckered rosette hidden there. “Oh, god, you can‟t.” He ignored her objections, much to her relief. She didn‟t really want him to stop. Having Travis lick her rear cleft was so kinky she couldn‟t believe she was letting him— and enjoying it. It had been an automatic protest, but she had no objections now. Clay continued working her clit as Travis thrust his tongue deeper into her back passage. “Got a couple of fingers, bro?” asked Clay against her mound, making her shiver when his breath blew over her clit. “Always willing to lend a hand,” said Travis. His chuckle vibrated through her cheeks, making her stomach flutter. A second later, Clay resumed licking her clit, and Travis put his tongue back to work as two of his fingers slipped inside her tight cunt. She could have identified them as his even if they hadn‟t conversed. He had the largest hands she‟d ever seen, roughened from the hard work required on a ranch, but the coarse skin provoked an amazing

response, as did the way his fingers stretched her. It almost hurt, but was too pleasurable to cross that line. Clay lifted his head to smile at her. “Someday soon, little sister, we‟re going to put you between us and fuck you into a pile of jelly. One of us will have this pretty little pussy,” he darted down for a quick lick, “And the other will get your tight asshole.” Travis flicked his tongue rapidly inside her hole. “Do you want that?” She nodded. “Oh, god, I do.” The idea of taking both her brothers, simultaneously, frightened and thrilled her. They would never deliberately hurt her, but it sounded like too much. Could she physically do that? “It will be a while, love,” said Travis, his lips tickling her cheeks. “You‟re too tight for that right now. But we can make love to you tonight, if you want us too?” She nodded. “Who do you want to go first?” asked Clay, before he wriggled his tongue in such a way that she came again, gasping and shuddering with the force. “I want both of you,” she said shyly after the exhilaration eased enough for her to speak. Travis grinned. “That can be done, but not by someone as tight as you, little lady.” “Can you take turns, one right after the other, back and forth?” She blushed. “I saw a video.” She couldn‟t continue, too embarrassed. Clay finished lapping her pussy cream before sitting up. “What kind of video?” “Tell us,” Travis prodded. “We‟re your lovers, baby. You don‟t have to be shy or afraid to talk to us. Tell us what you want—” “And we‟ll do it,” finished Travis. Holly took in a deep breath, nodding. “The guys were on their backs, lying down, with their cocks together and legs spread. They were lengthwise on the bed. One had his head by the headboard, and the other was at the footboard.”

“Scoot,” urged Clay, pushing her gently out of the way so they could lie down as she had described. “What are you going to do to us?” asked Travis, pretending to quake with fear. She giggled. “The girl was sitting on top of them, holding on to the headboard, facing the first guy. She was lifting herself off and on them, alternating.” “That sounds like torture,” said Travis with a groan. Clay helped her position herself atop him, sitting on his stomach. She gripped the headboard, nibbling on her lip. “What‟s wrong?” he asked. “I don‟t know who to do first.” She dipped her head so that a swath of black hair obscured her face. “I don‟t want to hurt either of you. I really don‟t have a preference. Who should I…?” “Do Clay first,” said Travis. “Let him loosen you a bit, sweets. My cock is larger than his, and it will hurt more.” “He‟s wider, not longer,” said Clay with a playful scowl. His hands on her hips helped her align with his cock, and she sat down slowly, eyes widening as she took in every bit of his cock in a slow thrust. God, it hurt, but not as much as the day Mike had stolen her virginity. After a moment, she lifted a bit and slid down him again, finding the pain fading. “My turn,” said Travis. She sat up straight, as high as she could with her knees on the bed. Travis put his hands on her buttocks and hips to help her find him. With exaggerated care, he brought her down onto his thick shaft, holding her in place until she was ready to finish taking him by sitting on his cock. Holly whimpered when he was fully inside her, stretching her even more than Clay had. “We can stop.” He sounded like the words hurt to utter. She shook her head. “It will get easier.” Already, her hips had taken over and were riding Travis with slow thrusts.

“I want some.” Clay sounded like a little boy deprived of his share of the treat, making her smile. “No,” growled Travis. “She‟s mine for now. The sharing thing isn‟t working. You can have her next, if she‟s still up for it.” “Bastard.” Clay seemed torn between annoyance and amusement. “Okay, I‟ll let you give her the first real fuck, since you‟re the older brother. She‟s going to need an energetic young stud after you‟ve finished, old man.” “Shut up, Clay. Holly, lean back some.” She did as he asked, gasping when the change in position caused his cock to rub more against her clit. He cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples as he thrust in and out of her. It wasn‟t going to take long for her to come. Clay looked so lost and lonely, with his cock straining forward so eagerly, as if seeking her. “Can I suck it?” she asked softly, heat flooding her cheeks. His eyes widened, and he was clearly pleased with thought, so his rejection was a surprise. “No, honey. Tonight is about you.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine, well I want to suck your cock, so gimme.” “She‟s a bossy little thing,” said Travis with a chortle. “You‟d better do it.” He got to his feet, awkwardly leaning down while bracing his hand on the posts, nudging his cock against her lips. She opened willingly, taking him in as deeply as she could. She grimaced slightly at the saltiness of the fluid dripping from the tip, but found the rest pleasing. Having her mouth full of his cock was such an unexpected event that tears welled in her eyes. She blinked them back before he could see and think he‟d done something to cause them. With awkward movements, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking randomly. It was difficult to concentrate as Travis picked up his pace, pounding into her, making her clit throb with stimulation. She continued her clumsy blowjob as an orgasm started, making her entire body shake. When her jaws clenched, Clay cried out. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, pulling her closer as his cock spasmed inside her mouth, emptying warm spurts of his satisfaction. At the same time, Travis‟s cock convulsed, filling her with hot spurts

of cum that hit against her insides with such force it sent her into another orgasm before she‟d even come down from the previous release. She swallowed, but lost some of his sweet nectar as it flowed from her mouth and dribbled out the corners. Travis pulled out and rolled her onto her back beside him. He leaned over to lick Clay‟s cum from her face as their brother curled up on her other side. Looking up, she noticed the mirror on the ceiling for the first time. Eyes wide, she saw three lovers tangled together in a loving heap. They didn‟t look much alike, but her black hair blended nicely with their different shades of brown. They all shared blue eyes, though hers were paler than theirs. There was nothing to identify them as siblings, just lovers. It felt so right, overwhelming her with love for her family. After a miserable eighteen years, she was finally happy, finally with men who cared about her and would love her tenderly. By some quirk of fate, they were also her half-siblings, but it didn‟t matter. Nothing mattered except being with Clay and Travis. Cover Images: http://www.flickr.com/photos/56890379@N05/5686343634/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/56890379@N05/5438035670/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/robnas/4573206847/sizes/o/in/photostream/ http://www.dreamstime.com/grazing-horses-free-stock-image-imagefree1366768