Briar Valley: The Complete Duet

23. Micah

CHAPTER 23

MICAH

WICKED - MIKI RATSULA

Dipping my paintbrush back in the splash of deep-green oil paint on the palette, I swirl it around and wipe off the excess. Arianna’s blank bedroom wall faces me, ready to be filled with magic of my making.

I haven’t told either of them what I’ve planned for her mural. This is my contribution to the team effort we’ve undertaken to get the cabin habitable. I had to wait a few days for Ryder to return from town with the necessary supplies.

Keeping the image at the forefront of my mind, I study the outline I sketched and begin to work. The stroke of the paintbrush allows me to find my happy place with ease. I’ve been pouring my emotions into art for as long as I can remember.

I’m going to paint a magical forest, teaming with fairies, toadstools, stardust and pixies. In the bottom left corner, I’ve sketched a princess with blonde hair and blue eyes. The queen stands next to her, a raven-haired beauty.

“Mi? You back there?”

“In here,” I reply distractedly.

Zach pops his head in with a beer in hand. “Damn, this is gonna be so fucking epic. You’ll be Arianna’s new favourite person.”

“It’s about time Killian had his throne toppled.”

“Touché, bro. Dinner in half an hour, alright?”

“Are you cooking? Because if so, I’ll pass. I’d rather not die today.”

He clicks his tongue with annoyance. “For your information, Willow is cooking, but my sausage surprise remains the universe’s best dish.”

“You’re seriously delusional, brother.”

“I’ve actually been thinking that I should go on a cooking show or something. I need a new career path.”

“You’ll be the first TV chef to poison everyone.”

Flipping me off, he leaves me in peace to work. Revelling in the silence, I zone out and lose myself in the mystical scene spilling from my paintbrush. When I work, I inhabit a whole other universe.

My mind can escape into the flicks of oil paint. Reality becomes whatever I want it to be. In this new plane of existence, I live a normal life. My father is alive. The trajectory of our lives was never altered by his devastating loss.

What feels like hours later, my arm is screaming from being held up for so long. I clean up and rinse off the brushes, leaving them to dry on the newspaper-covered flooring. The sound of voices floats in from the other room.

“There is no way I’m painting the walls pink.”

“Arianna would love it,” Zach argues.

“No! It’s not happening. We already indulge her too much.”

“Spoilsport.”

I quickly wash the splotches of paint from my sun-blemished face before padding out to find the others. Willow hasn’t felt up to going furniture shopping yet, so we set up a nest of pillows and blankets in the living room instead of a sofa.

Killian has installed a brand new log burner in the corner, greedily consuming the dried wood inside. The once-dingy kitchen has been scrubbed within an inch of its life. Willow has got it looking brand new; even the old tiles are sparkling and clean.

The scent of homemade lasagne saturates the air, and my stomach growls loudly. Killian’s a decent cook, but this smell reminds me of Aunt Lyra and her home cooking.

“There’s a plate in the oven for you,” Willow explains.

She’s nestled in the tangle of blankets strewn across the floor, her head resting on Zach’s chest. They’re watching a movie on his old laptop, their faces lit by the glow of flames from the nearby fire.

“Thanks. I didn’t realise I missed dinner.”

“I did try to come and get you.” She smiles up at me. “You were fully engrossed. That was a couple of hours ago.”

“Shit. Must’ve zoned out.”

Grabbing the still-warm food, I spoon some salad on my plate and join them in the living room. Killian is still outside, sawing wood like a man possessed. He’s been very tight-lipped about what he’s building for Arianna next.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I dig into the lasagne and groan my appreciation. She’s a killer cook. I rarely make it out of my studio for mealtimes, but since she temporarily moved in, the thought of eating alone has held no appeal.

“Good, huh?” Zach mumbles.

“So good.”

“I used to cook for my father when I was younger,” Willow reveals. “I missed it while I was in Mexico. I wasn’t allowed to go into the kitchen, even though I was friends with the head chef’s son.”

“How come?” I ask without thinking.

Her face darkens. “They weren’t allowed to feed me without my husband’s permission. I snuck in sometimes just to hang out though. Antonio cooked the best empanadas.”

Zach’s eyes meet mine. She has never revealed much about her past, and we agreed not to push her, even when Killian wanted to roll out the third degree to get the truth.

“They weren’t allowed to feed you?” Zach prods.

“He didn’t always let me eat if I was bad or I upset him,” she answers vaguely. “It would have been bad for them to disobey his orders.”

“Bad, how?” I push her.

Willow stiffens, the spell of honesty breaking. “Enough about me. We don’t need to talk about this. What should I buy first for this place?”

“A dog,” I mumble around a mouthful.

“No! Not a chance,” Zach splutters.

“Am I missing something here?” Willow glances between us.

“Zach’s afraid of dogs.”

“Mi, shut up. I am not!”

Throwing a piece of garlic bread at his head, Zach grabs it mid-air and stuffs it into his mouth with a mischievous wink. He is incorrigible.

“How can you not like dogs?” She laughs.

Zach mock-shudders. “They’re loud, annoying and in need of constant attention. You guys have me for all of that.”

I take another bite of food. “Finally, something we can agree on.”

Willow gets up to grab more beers, handing one to Zach but hesitating when it comes to me. I shake my head. Killian will only chew me out if he catches me drinking.

It’s been years since I last drank but he never forgave me for worrying Lola so badly when we were teenagers. I went off the rails for several months until she ordered Pops to intervene and sort me out.

“I can’t believe Killian is still working.”

She glances outside at the asshole himself after returning from the fridge. I can see her biting her lip as she spots him, shirtless and sweating. He’s been at it for hours out there, chopping what looks like a whole bloody forest down.

“What exactly is he building?” she wonders.

“Not a clue. He won’t tell us.”

“Whatever it is, it’s big,” Zach adds.

“Did you see the blueprints for the playground he was working on for the town centre?” Willow takes my empty plate from me. “That thing is huge.”

“Aalia sweet-talked him into it. That woman is dangerously persuasive.”

Curling up in her place next to Zach again, Willow’s curious gaze lands on me. There’s a twinkle in her eyes, gleaming with more confidence than I’ve ever seen from her. She beckons me closer with a single finger.

“Come here,” she whispers huskily.

I don’t need to be asked twice. Settling against the cushions, I snuggle my body close to her back. Zach flips over to face Willow instead of the movie, so she’s sandwiched between us both.

“Where’s Arianna?” I search around the room.

“She went to play in the town square with Johan.” Willow whimpers as Zach runs a hand down the generous curve of her body, settling on her hip.

“So, we’re all alone,” he croons.

“It would seem so.”

I watch as he brushes his knuckles against her cheek. Zach presses his lips to hers before sliding his fingers into her curly hair to deepen the kiss further. Just watching them make out in front of me is mesmerising.

It gets a whole lot more interesting when Willow shifts to rub her pert, rounded backside up against my crotch. She’s writhing between us both, seeking maximum friction. Each movement teases my hardening cock.

It’s enough to send me into a panic. I have no idea what to do. Being a twenty-four year old virgin who lives on a fucking mountain hasn’t afforded me much experience with women, especially not in the bedroom department.

“Killian’s outside,” she murmurs.

Zach strokes her hair from her face. “His loss. He can have you to himself later. You’re ours right now.”

“You mean we don’t, um… have to do this together? I don’t know how this whole, you know, sharing thing works.”

“There are no rules,” he answers. “As long as you’re open to exploring with us both. The important question is do you trust us?”

“Of course, I do. I’m just inexperienced.”

“Me too,” I say shyly. “This is all new to me.”

Zach looks surprised for a second, his eyes scouring over me. He’s always been a flirt and great at talking to people. I’m his polar opposite, despite our identical looks.

He was always a ladies’ man, even when we were teenagers knocking back cheap tequila shots in Highbridge’s local bar. We clearly inherited different things.

“Let’s just have some fun,” Zach suggests.

Biting her lip, Willow nods and leans in to kiss him again. Releasing her swollen lips, he gently turns her over so her eyes land on me. Bright and innocent, the hazel depths are filled with nervous anticipation. She’s so fucking beautiful.

Zach kisses her neck from behind, sucking the delicate flesh of Willow’s throat between his teeth to leave a mark. When his gaze flicks up to me, asking a silent question, I nod.

“Kiss my brother, Willow.”

Obediently following Zach’s command, she brushes her mouth against mine in a brief tease. Cupping her jawline, I kiss her back, loving the way her pillowy lips part to grant access to the swipe of my tongue.

Zach’s hand manages to sneak between us, easing underneath her loose t-shirt. I can see him kneading her breast through her bra. Feeling impatient, I pull the t-shirt over her head so I can get a better view.

Her bra is pink and lacy, imprisoning the swell of her breasts and stiff, prominent nipples inside. I hesitate, almost losing my nerve. This is further than I’ve ever gotten before, but I want more.

“Take her bra off,” Zach instructs. “I want to see our girl’s gorgeous tits.”

Grateful for the intervention, I reach around Willow to unclasp her bra and pull the cups aside, freeing her breasts. The soft mounds fit perfectly into my hands, and I bring my mouth down to take her rosy bud between my teeth.

“Mi,” she moans.

Fuck, the way she whispers my name like it’s a prayer for her salvation is addictive. She arches her back against Zach as he traces a teasing finger along the waistband of her jeans.

Rolling her other nipple between my fingers, I pepper kisses across Willow’s chest, lavishing every inch of her and leaving pink splotches everywhere I touch with my tongue.

“Want more?” Zach breathes.

Willow’s lips part on a gasp. “Yes… m-more.”

“Say please, babe.”

When she doesn’t immediately answer him, he dips a hand inside her jeans. Her eyes scrunch up, and I can imagine the warmth of her wet cunt welcoming his fingers home.

“Willow,” Zach prompts.

“Please. God, Zach. Please, I want more.”

“There’s my perfect girl. Now you’re learning.”

Pulling his hand back out and unbuttoning her jeans instead, he pushes them over her hips. Willow lets him strip her, exposing the flowery lace of her matching panties. I shuffle backwards to watch the show.

“I didn’t see these when we went shopping,” Zach complains.

She bats her lashes. “You should pay more attention.”

“Clearly. It would be a shame to ruin them, but I’m dying to rip this scrap of lace off your pussy and bury my face between your thighs.”

“You could always buy me more,” she suggests.

“What an excellent idea. Then I can ruin those as well.”

Zach pulls her back against his chest so his hand can skate over her stomach to dip between her legs. Grabbing a handful of the lace, he pulls hard and tears the panties off her, ripping the delicate fabric into pieces.

Willow pushes her legs open to expose the bareness of her pink folds. It gives me the perfect view as Zach discards the ruined panties and wastes no time circling her clit before he pushes a finger deep inside of her.

“God,” she moans.

Zach glances at me. “Watch and learn, brother.”

Lifting her hips for more, Willow encourages his finger to slide back into her slick heat. She groans again, and I watch as Zach thrusts a second finger into her pussy, his thumb lavishing a spot that has her gasping for air.

“Taste our girl now, Mi.”

“Me?” I repeat.

“Yeah. She’s so wet for us. Tell me how sweet she is.”

Feeling nervous, I rise to my knees and shuffle forwards so I’m sitting between Willow’s legs. She looks so good, spread out and bare, the both of us worshipping her body.

Watching me through hooded lids, she opens her legs wider to beckon me closer. Zach pulls his fingers out and I crawl closer, bringing my lips down to her glistening mound.

She’s so wet and receptive. Salty sweetness bursts across my tongue as I drag it over her clit. I love the little gasping moans she makes as my teeth graze that sensitive spot.

“Do you like that, angel?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, Mi. I like it a lot.”

I run my index finger through her moisture. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Pushing my finger inside her entrance, I marvel at the rush of heat that greets me. She feels like a furnace, dripping wet and writhing in pleasure. Her back arches again, pushing her pert breasts into the air.

“Do you like that?” Zach wraps her inky black hair around his fist and pulls to capture her attention. “My twin eating your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“You’re such a dirty girl. Aren’t you, babe?”

Her moans grow louder as I push two fingers deep inside of her, working them in and out just as I watched Zach do. The effect is spectacular. She scrunches her eyes shut, whispering my name in a fevered prayer.

Each stroke of my fingers makes her pussy clench tighter, dragging her closer to an inevitable release. Knowing that I’m causing her to moan and plead for more feels better than I ever imagined.

I want to make her feel good. Seeing her like this—vulnerable and drowning in pleasure—gives me a thrill. I’ve never felt any desire to connect with another human being before, but I’d do anything to make Willow sing my name again.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.

I press a kiss against her pubic bone. “Show me, angel.”

Pushing my fingers in and out of her at a faster pace to drive her right to the edge, I feel her legs tensing around my head. When she cries out, warmth spreads over my hand. Her entire body is quaking all over.

“Perfect,” Zach encourages. “Fall apart for my twin.”

Easing my fingers out, I maintain eye contact with her and bring them to my lips for a taste. Willow pants for air, still coming down from her high and watching me with rapt attention as I sample the tang of her release.

A caveman-like part of me is pleased to see her spent and satisfied. I brought her to that fragile place and made her cry out in ecstasy. She came on my hand, despite my brother’s eyes eagerly watching each development.

“Well, wasn’t that a hell of a view.” Zach plants a kiss on top of her head. “I have an idea. On your hands and knees, babe. Show me that tight ass of yours.”

“Now?” she whispers.

“Did you think we were done? You’ve been such a good assistant, helping with Micah’s first lesson. I think you deserve at least two more orgasms. What do you think, Mi?”

“At least,” I echo.

Willow’s cheeks flush but she follows his orders, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Hands braced either side of me, her face is in line with my crotch, leaving her cunt exposed to Zach from behind.

“Now, I want you to take Micah’s cock out,” he instructs. “He’s too shy to do it himself, so you’re gonna have to help him out.”

She grabs hold of my belt and starts to unbuckle it. “Okay.”

My dick is almost pulsating as she pushes my jeans over my hips and wraps her hand around my shaft, pulling it free from my plain black boxers. Breath hisses through my clenched teeth and her tight grip turns into a slow, teasing stroke.

Fucking hell.

I’ve been missing out.

“Good,” Zach hums. “You’re going to let my twin fuck your mouth while I eat you out from behind, gorgeous girl. I want you to come all over my face.”

Willow flushes. “I can do that.”

“Show me then.”

Her perfect pink lips wrap around the head of my cock, and I almost blow my load straight down her throat. When she takes me deep into her mouth, I grab handfuls of her long hair to help guide her bobbing.

“Jesus,” I curse. “That feels incredible.”

She bobs up and down, taking my length even deeper with each rotation of her head. Hollowing her cheeks out, I can already feel my balls tightening with the need to explode. The new, overwhelming sensations are all too much.

Zach rises to kneel behind her raised ass, resting his hands on her hips. “Keep going. You’re not allowed to stop until you make him come.”

Then he lowers his mouth between her legs from behind and digs in like she’s a fucking buffet, causing Willow to squeak around a mouthful of my cock. He’s attacking her drenched pussy with a storm of teeth and tongue.

This is messed up.

Like hell am I stopping it, though.

My grip on Willow’s black hair tightens and I hit against the back of her throat. Each time she pulls me into her mouth, I shudder and pump upwards, needing more of her lips closing around my shaft.

I feel the moment she climaxes again, driven wild by the onslaught of Zach’s mouth between her legs. Willow’s lips tighten into a vice around my cock, and I can just make out her tortured moan.

Zach halts, his lips coated in glistening moisture. “You taste so fucking sweet, babe.”

She can’t answer him, still gripping my thighs as I rut into her mouth. Moving faster, she bobs up and down, steadfast in her determination to tease a release out of me to complete her task.

“Keep going,” my twin instructs. “Finish the job.”

With a low grunt emanating from her throat, Willow takes a handful of my balls and strokes, adding to the sense of pressure. She’s everywhere. Infecting everything. All I can feel is her lips sucking me off, while the scent of her arousal perfuses the air.

I’m enthralled.

Addicted.

Utterly and powerlessly in love.

Still holding her hair in a tight grip, I watch Zach drag two fingers through her folds from behind. He spreads moisture across them and positions his hand at her entrance, pushing the digits deep inside her pussy.

He holds them in such a way, it must feel like she’s being fucked from behind while I ride her mouth. With both of us filling her up, Willow’s entire body is quivering all over. Her tits bounce with each pump of Zach’s fingers.

Every time the pleasure of Zach working her tight hole hits her, Willow inadvertently tightens her mouth around me. I won’t be able to hold on much longer, and I can almost see another orgasm surging through her.

The three of us are connected in a reciprocal loop, feeding into one another’s desires. Our bodies are in tune, all running to the silent beat of the same song. We’re chasing the same climax.

At the last second, I grab Willow’s chin, making her halt mid-suck. She surrenders my dick, and her face is in the exact right position without her even realising it.

“I’m gonna finish, angel.”

“Okay,” she gasps. “Me too.”

I bellow a grunt, watching as strands of white come coat her face and cheeks. It pours out of me with more intensity than I’ve ever experienced from my own hand. Drop after drop, I milk myself dry for her.

Just the sight of her skin dripping in strands of my seed is enough to drag out my climax until I have nothing left to give. Watching me fall apart, her mouth forms an ‘O’ as Zach drags another orgasm from her at the same time.

He spanks her ass, fingers still buried inside her. “Again. One more time.”

“Fuck, Zach!” she moans.

“That’s it. Let go.”

Gripping her chin as the come soaks into her face, I force her to look at me and let me watch every last second of her finishing all over his fingers. She isn’t allowed to look away from me.

Her pupils dilate, blown wide with wave after wave of gratification. We’re locked in a stare-off, even as someone else makes her come. The pleasure is still all mine. Watching her surrender is the best fucking sight I’ve ever seen.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, I grab her before she slumps and gently ease her to the floor. Zach pulls his fingers from her cunt and rests on his haunches, licking his lips like the cat that got the damn cream.

I smooth a hand over Willow’s hair. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” she murmurs back. “I think I lost count though.”

“Three times,” Zach supplies happily. “I’m calling that a job well done.”

I fight the urge to throw a cushion at his head. “Shut up.”

Shrugging, he wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand. “Hope you learned a thing or two. Our girl deserves this treatment on a daily basis.”

“Daily?” Willow wheezes.

Ignoring my twin’s chuckling, I reach for her discarded t-shirt to clean the mess from her face. Zach’s voice halts me.

“No, brother. Leave it.”

I furrow my brows in question.

“I want to see your dirty little angel covered in come while I have my turn.”

Huh. I don’t know why that sounds so hot, but the idea of my mark of possession remaining on her while he fucks her mouth too actually turns me on all over again.

Seizing hold of her waist, he flips Willow onto her back. She squeals in surprise, still appearing dazed. I tug my jeans back up and let her head rest in my lap, her glazed-over eyes staring up at me.

“I want you to hold her wrists while I ride her mouth.” Zach looks down at Willow for confirmation. “Is that okay, babe? You can tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

Rather than answer, she raises her arms, offering her wrists to me. Zach grins at her, unfastening his own tented jeans to free his dick. He yanks her down so that her arms are pulled high above her head, and I move to grip her wrists tight.

“I’ve spent the past few months dreaming about the moment I’ll get to fuck you,” Zach growls as he straddles her chest. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Then don’t.”

“This is a lesson for my twin’s benefit.” He casts me an amused look. “We don’t want to overwhelm him on his first day.”

I flip him the bird. “Fuck you, Zachariah.”

“I’d rather fuck Willow instead, thanks.”

Kneeling over her breasts to keep the weight off her chest, Zach drags his thumb over her bottom lip, encouraging her to open up. Willow obeys without a thought, her face still sticky with my come.

She doesn’t seem to mind being caught between the two of us, every inch of her body at our shared mercy. I doubt I could do this with anyone but my twin. He’s an extension of myself, and weirdly, this feels right.

“That’s it, babe. Take all of my cock.”

Feeding his length into her mouth, Zach doesn’t hesitate as I did. He buries himself to the hilt between her glistening lips and throws his head back with a groan.

Willow’s hazel eyes are peering up at me beneath her lashes, even with a mouthful of my twin’s dick. I pin her wrists down, keeping her trapped as he begins to pump his hips.

“So perfect,” I praise her.

“Isn’t she just?” Zach hums. “Look at that. So beautiful.”

Tiny beads of moisture escape from her eyes as he roughly fucks her mouth. Still, Willow doesn’t complain. She takes every single thrust. It’s an unbelievable sight—her, trapped by my hands, while Zach ruts into her mouth, over and over.

I don’t even care that he’s the one being pleasured. Watching them is thrilling enough. I can almost feel my twin’s pleasure through the quakes of Willow’s body every time his movements cause her to shift, straining against my hold on her.

Zach moves hard and fast, running at full speed to reach his own peak. He uses Willow’s mouth as thoroughly as he worked her pussy until she fell apart for him. Something tells me I should be taking notes.

“You gonna swallow my come?” Zach growls.

She bats her lashes in agreement.

“Here it comes, pretty girl.”

Pumping into her mouth with a final bellow, Zach’s eyes slam shut. I watch Willow’s face with fascination. Her lips are clamped around his length, but beads of come overflow and slide from the corners of her mouth.

Throat bobbing as she swallows his seed, Willow opens her mouth, releasing his cock. Zach braces himself over her, breathing hard and watching her performance with the same fascination that’s held me in place.

“Did I do a good job?” Willow asks obediently.

Leaning down, Zach kisses her lips, still stained with his come. “You did a perfect job. I think we’ve given Micah a lesson he’ll never forget.”

Both of their gazes slide over to me.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat. “We should… cover up.”

“I quite like this sight.” Zach snickers. “She’s covered in both of us now, brother.”

“It’s a damn good sight if I do say so myself,” another voice adds.

The front door clicks shut as Killian steps inside, still bare-chested and dripping with sweat, a flannel shirt knotted around his waist. His eyes lock on Willow, naked and panting in the middle of our sandwich.

“Looks like I missed out on the party,” he mutters.

Zach laughs, climbing off Willow’s chest and offering her a hand up. She stretches to her full height, uncaring of her bare curves and fuzz-covered pussy on full display to us all.

She saunters over to Killian in the kitchen, confident and unashamed with a new sway in her hips that makes me want to pin her to the floor all over again.

“Want to come in the shower with me? I’m very dirty,” she says slyly.

The shock on his face is priceless.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Taking his hand like the queen she is, Willow leads him back towards the master bedroom, the partition door slamming shut behind them. I look up at Zach, and he shrugs casually, like this is all normal somehow.

“Maybe sharing isn’t so hard after all.”