A Breeder for the triplets

Movie night

Eden

I'm glad they bought me new clothes. I feel so much better now I'm wearing tailored checked trousers in a muted mustard tone with shiny burgundy patent loafers and a cream sweater. New earrings dangle prettily from my ears. It's funny how the little things make you feel good. An orgasm al fresco doesn't hurt either. My cheeks flush at the memory as I avoid looking into Brandon's eyes. He takes my hand eagerly and pulls me down the stairs to the living room.

"Let's watch a film together, you must be bored out of your mind stuck up there," he says as he flops down onto the sofa. The smell of pizza wafts through from the kitchen and my stomach rumbles. He chuckles at me and goes to grab the food and snacks. Brandon comes back with a huge pizza box and balanced on top are chocolate buttons, red Twizzlers and sodas. I'm slightly regretting wearing a cream top!

I nervously looked behind him for the others. "Will, um, the others be joining us tonight?" I managed to say.

"They're busy tonight honey, you'll have to make do with just me. Don't worry, I'll behave. Unless you don't want me to, that is..."

he says with his cheeky grin. He's the brother I feel most comfortable with, although he still makes my skin heat when he gets close or touches me. I visibly relaxed a little, and settled into the vast couch made of some sort of soft leather. It's a dark chocolate color with deep velvet red cushions scattered around it. We discover we have similar tastes in films, and decide to watch a new one that we both haven't seen yet. They have all the streaming services, of course.

After devouring three slices of gooey pizza and a few too many Twizzlers, I admit defeat and move to the end of the sofa where there is space to stretch out your legs. Brandon shifts closer to me and sets his arm above my shoulders on the sofa. I try and stay concentrating on the film, but I can feel the heat of him so close to me, not only above me, but also his bulk next to my right side. He starts gently making contact with my left shoulder, drawing circles with a featherlight touch that leaves tingles in its wake. I bite my bottom lip as I try and control my breathing. It's like these men have a direct line to my p***y whenever they are near, and it takes on a life of its own. I don't know how I'm supposed to act normally around them. Is this the life of a breeder? Constantly turned on and ready? I don't hate it, but it leaves me feeling so confused. Brandon's breathing is becoming ragged, and he starts nuzzling my neck.

"Is this OK, baby? I can't help it, you smell so good. I'll stop if you want, just tell me." He murmurs into my skin, the vibrations making my brain foggy. I nodded, as if I could say no. I don't have the power to resist anymore. I must be closer to my heat than I thought.

I can't help but turn my body towards him, bearing my scent gland to him as he licks and sucks on it. My legs fall apart, and I start to perfume and produce slick. A low growl reverberates from Brandon's throat, and I feel it down in my soul. My head falls back and I cry out. My hands have a life of their own as I explore the hard planes of his chest and abs, his broad shoulders and biceps. I want to touch him everywhere. His encouraging noises fuel my need for exploration, and my touches get bolder, moving lower to his jeans. My hand brushes his hardness. It feels hotter than I expected and I draw back. He looks into my eyes and touches my face with a tenderness that makes my breath catch. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I close my eyes to break the contact.

"Eden," he begs, "look at me." I'm shaking, but I open my eyes to meet his stormy ones.

"You may be the breeder, but I care about you, I'm not going to hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to. I hate the situation we're in. I wanted to choose our own mate, have children as a family, but we're being f-... I mean we made a decision that this was the best way. I'm so glad it turned out to be you. My body is just crying out for you. It's so unexpected. I can't make you any promises, Eden, but I want the best for you." We're still staring into each other's eyes as he takes my hand and moves it lower, down to his straining c**k. My hand makes contact with it and he moves it under his hand, stroking it up and down. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he struggles for control.

"Let me give you relief Brandon," I hear myself saying. I slide off the couch, dragging my other hand down his tight body. I struggle a little with his button, but then manage to get it undone. His hard d**k is straining against the zipper and as soon as I apply some pressure to the zip it glides down. His c**k springs free and he lets out a relieved sigh. I'm shocked as he isn't wearing any underwear and I can't help but stare at it. I've never seen an Alpha c**k erect like this. It's big, of course, and thick. I have no idea how it's going to fit inside me. I shake my head, that's a worry for another day.

"Are you OK, baby?" Brandon checks in with me. "Yes", I whisper hesitantly, "I don't know, erm, what to do."

He grins at me, "I'll show you." He takes my hand and shows me how to touch him, moving my smaller hand in his larger one to stroke him up and down, paying particular attention to the larger crown. I'm drawn to taste the drops of fluid that are collecting at the tip and I reach forward and lap at it. I was surprised at the taste. It's salty but with a hint of sweetness that I wasn't expecting, and something else that's an exaggeration of his own unique flavor. I get encouraged by his groan of appreciation my contact draws from him. I tentatively stretch my lips around the head and suck.

"Uuuunnuuhhhh, Eden, that feels so good, you're such a good girl."

His praise makes me tremble, and I eagerly take him deeper into my mouth. It quickly hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him. I love the groans and sighs that fall from his lips. I began bobbing up and down on his length, trying not to gag. I feel so turned on doing this, which is not what I expected. His hands find my hair, and he gently guides me into a rhythm he likes. I gladly match the speed and add licks and kisses to the head when my jaw needs a break. With my hand, I reach down to the heavy sac and fondle it, gently tugging. "Oh, Eden, I'm going to come if you keep doing that, if you don't want it in your mouth you've got to stop." I look up at him through hooded eyes and he looks wrecked. I realize I'm the one with the power in this situation and I grin around him as I increase my speed, my other hand grasps the base of his c**k, squeezing and stroking to meet my mouth. There's no way I can fit all of him in my mouth. With a shout and a grunt, his hands grip my hair, and he thrusts up into my mouth as hot jets of c*m flood my mouth. I swallow the thick, hot fluid as much as I can, but some leaks out of the sides of my mouth. He pulls me off him as I milk the last drops like it's an oasis in the desert.

"f**k, Eden, you are amazing, you suck c**k so well." he gently wipes my mouth, and then he's kissing me with soft lips and a tenderness that floors me.