TAINT ME, DADDIES

MAISIE I watched, entranced, eyes widening and mouth dry, as the scene unfolded in front of me. She was bending on the sofa with either of them in her rear and front. They were thrusting into her simultaneously, both from the front and back, with her moans muffled around the long, thick, and veiny length thrusting into her mouth and her ponytail wrapped tightly in his fist. Another one was repeatedly slamming into her from behind, and their obscene sounds: the slapping sounds, the guys’ groans and hisses, and her muffled moans filled the entire space. I should be repulsed. Afterwards, what they were doing was too repulsive and uncouth. But repulsion was the last thing on my mind as I watched them. It was fascinating how they were both using her mouth and core, how she was taking both of them… I could only imagine the kind of pleasure she was getting from them, from being f****d at the same time like that. “Interesting sight, isn't it?” That annoying but familiar voice came from behind me. I straightened, bared my face off any emotions, before turning to look at him. He was looking at me, a smug look in his eyes and an amused smile touching the corners of his lips. I couldn't help but scowl. “Heard some strange noises. Came to check and it's your brothers being miscreants and up to no good again.” He only smiled and glanced briefly in the direction of his brothers. The moans were no longer muffled, and they were so loud and throaty and mixed with the guttural groans that they made my core ache. “The up to no good is called a threesome,” he explained like he was explaining something reasonable to me, “If I should join them, like I'm going to do in a couple of seconds, then it becomes a foursome.” “Good for you. Do your parents know this is what the revered Vanderbilt heirs are up to? Sleeping around and engaging in questionable s*x ethics.” “You look very interested in the unquestionable s*x ethics, Maisie,” he said, his voice quiet; it sounded like a murmur. I swallowed as his eyes blared red… His irises actually turned a bit red, and he moved closer to me. I stood my ground as my heart beat picked up. What the hell? “You know we’re very generous,” he continued, eyes drinking me in, stopping briefly on my exposed cleavage with an intense gaze before coming up to my face again, “we don't discriminate, and we definitely don't hold grudges. You might be a Hawthorne, but if you want us to bend you over and give you a princess treatment, then we'd be more than willing to give you.” The images flashed in my mind in quick succession. Their hands and mouth on me at the same time. Their d***s sliding in and out of me at the same time. Our bodies entangled and slickened with sweat. My moans loud and pleading for them to go faster and… I blinked repeatedly to block out the unwanted images. What the hell was wrong with me? Was the drink I had downstairs spiked? He, the last of the brothers, Ian, was still looking at me, only that his gaze had turned a bit too serious, and his eyes occasionally darted to below my waist. It was almost like he could tell what was happening there. “It's a pity that all of your education in this prestigious institution, all the money your parents spent for you to attend summer schools and internships abroad, you still indulge in activities like this, and you even dare ask me to join you? We, the Hawthornes, are classed and learned. We don't do unscrupulous activities like you, Vander…” “Watch your mouth, Little Hawthorne.” his tone was no longer friendly, and it held hints of anger, alongside his eyes. I squared my shoulders and moved closer to him so we were staring each other face-to-face. This was familiar. This was our relationship. This was what the Vanderbilts and Hawthornes had been to each other since the beginning of them. “Or what? What are you going to do to me? Punish me?” The word 'punish' seems to have another effect on him, because he exhaled softly, his eyes dropped to my lips, and lingered. I stepped back. I couldn't do this anymore. The sounds behind us were louder now, and the girl sounded as if she were crying. I ignored the tightening sensation in my lower belly. I didn't understand why the lines between us were blurring, but whatever the reason was, I needed to get away from him. “This is the reason why we'd always be better than you guys.” I walked away without waiting for his reply. I climbed down the stairs, and it was only when I could hear the music from the party loudly that I stopped to catch my breath. I still couldn't believe what had happened, and I turned slightly towards the stairs, as if that would somehow confirm that the interaction was just a figment of my imagination. But it wasn't. I could still feel Ian's eyes on me. I could feel his words caressing my skin while his brothers f****d a girl behind us. That was unbelievable. Before now, I've never spoken full sentences to any of them. Whenever I had to say anything to them, it was born out of necessity because of the position I held in school, and my words to them have always been cold and curt. I've always hated them. I inherited the enmity that has been between our families long before my grandparents were even born. I personally don't care about what they do or didn't do. I only know that Hawthornes and Vanderbilt don't see eye to eye at all. And because my brother Knox hated them with an intensity that sometimes scares me, I had to hate them on his behalf too. But what just happened up there… “Hey, Maisie, here you are.” My friend Angela shouted over the loud music and pulled me away from my overwhelming and disturbing thoughts about the Vanderbilt brothers. I was on the floor where the party was now, and it was in full swing. The music was too loud, girls and boys were dancing on the dance floor, some were huddled in corners and on chairs, making out heavily. It was supposed to be a pre-Christmas party, but with all the X-rated things going on, it was anything but that. Bile rose in my throat at the heaviness of the make-out. This is how it should be. This should have been my reaction to the Vanderbilt brothers. Instead of watching them, being enthralled, and wishing… I blocked out the unwanted thoughts instantly. “Your brother has been looking for you. He said you guys are leaving now.” I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 9pm, the time we agreed we'd both leave the party when he allowed me to come. To Knox, I was still a child and shouldn't be exposed to parties like this. I had to use the article I was working on for the school’s newspaper as a bargaining chip. And truth be told, I had seen enough. Going home right now would clear my mind and calm my body. We found Knox in his all-black outfit by the door, with a couple of girls trying to bait him. He ignored them with a closed-off expression. His eyes brightened a bit when he saw me, but he didn't say anything. He only briefly checked on me, as if to make sure I was fine, before he exited the large room. I chatted with Angela until we dropped her off, and then it was stone quiet. Knox was too closed off, and I knew something must have happened to throw him off. Knowing him, I was sure it had to do with the Vanderbilt brothers. “Are you okay?” He grumbled a reply that I did not hear. His whole attention was on the road as we drove past street lights and giant billboards. “Is this about the Vander…” The loud, continuous pinging of my phone jolted me. I removed it from my bag and opened the messaging app, only to see a new group chat sitting beneath my pinned messages. The name was Princess💦. I realized it was the wrong group and was about to block it when I noticed I had been tagged. That made me open it while the messages kept coming in. 07975****: Ian said we had an audience while f*****g a girl. I read the first message, and my body tightened instantly. I instinctively looked at Knox, who was glancing at me. “Is everything okay? You're not the type to get multiple messages at once.” “Yeah,” I cleared my throat, “it's just… It's some school stuff.” I went back to my phone, put it on silent, and then went back to the group. I was baffled by their audacity to add me to a group and to even bring that up. 07824***: next time, you can come over and say hi. We don't mind a full-time audience, and we definitely don't mind giving you a princess treatment too. Ohh, the nerves. 07643***: told you we don't discriminate. Just say the words, little Hawthorne, and we're yours. I knew that was Ian, and my brain had latched onto the phrase ‘Princess Treatment.’ What does that even entail? “Are you okay?” Knox’s worried voice interrupted my thoughts, and I had to fake a smile. I went back to the group, not to read their obscene messages but to remove myself and block them. I couldn't actually believe their nerve to add me to a f*****g group chat. The fricking nerves of the Vanderbilt brothers.