Darkest Descent

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12

Alice

My heart broke watching my brother disappear. His eyes fogged over as he sank to wherever he could go when he wanted to dip out of life. Abandoning his brain. Leaving me behind. I despised his ability to do so, his willingness to force me to be alone here.

Asher was lost to Hunter now, and I was consumed with jealousy - I didn’t even have it in me to be angry at him, not really. Just sad I wasn’t there yet, that I still resisted, still sought freedom and felt shame in our actions, our desires. Asher looked… well, he looked beautiful, broken and open like he was. Heavy eyelids and slow breathing.

Hunter leaned over Asher and slipped his fingers into my hair, turning rough as he tugged my face upward. And his expression made me want to recoil somewhere deep inside. Fuck, I wanted to be like Asher.. Hunter glowed, victorious. It sickened me.

“Your brother has done such a good job on my cock,” Hunter told me, cooing despite the pain he was causing to my scalp, looking more manic than I’d ever seen him, even though his voice remained eerily calm. “He sucked a cock down for the first time. Isn’t that fantastic?”

I didn’t respond, but when he squeezed my hair and made the follicles scream, I forced myself to nod. I was aware of Asher watching the exchange as he continued to mouth Hunter’s cock, licking and running his lips up the shaft and over the tip, looking as if he was enjoying himself, immensely lost in the submission. His eyes were soft and foggy, and his body relaxed. He’d come hard at my hand, on Hunter’s command, like some fucked up version of conditioning. It sickened me that I’d been a part of this breaking of my brother. Just like Hunter wanted. He said it, that it wasn’t just breaking us he was trying to achieve, he wanted us to participate in the destruction of our twin.

But I wanted to kiss Asher better, so who knew which of us was more broken now? The only way I could think to bring my brother back was to kiss him again, touch him where I shouldn’t. Force his mind back to me with orgasms and taboo lust. I was just as disgusting.

“You’ll do as I say without issue?” Hunter asked me, and I nodded right away, unwilling to push him anymore. I was so tired. “Good girl. ”

He stepped away from Asher, cock falling free with a wet plop, and guided his back to the floor, cupping his head until it rested on the cold concrete. Asher looked up at Hunter with open adoration, and they shared a brief moment before Hunter kissed his forehead and straddled his neck, looking down Asher’s body.

Hunter sat on his knees, hovering over Asher’s face, and beckoned me closer. “Crawl,” he commanded, and I did. Despite it only being a few steps, I shuffled over on all fours, curious about what he had in store for us. It was hard to keep fighting, and caving in seemed so fucking good. I craved to join Asher in whatever mental pit he’d curled up in. Hunter didn’t force pain or torture on us, not in the traditional sense. As I looked at the man, his ass an inch from Asher’s face, and Asher, just lying there waiting, I wasn’t afraid of pain.

“Get behind me,” Hunter said, his eyes glinting with lust. “Suck my ass while I ride your brother’s face.”

I blinked, surprised. I’d never… his ass? “Um…” I started, stalling for a moment.

He bit his lip. “Ah, I was hoping it would be a new experience for you, too. I bet your brother’s never had his ass licked, either, huh?”

Asher shook his head between Hunter’s thighs .

“Oh, you two are so much fucking fun.” He looked damn pleased with himself, then leaned forward, resting his cheek on Asher’s lower stomach, lifting his hips and slipping his cock into my brother’s desperate mouth. No hesitation, no begging, only willingness to please. It was so easy…

I watched Hunter fuck up and down, his ass cheeks spread open, a hairy pink hole winking through his dark crack. He wanted me too… I can’t say I wasn’t intrigued. And doing everything would mean a chance at freedom. I could suck his ass for a chance at a shower. In another life, a time far from now, I would question that decision, but in that moment?

I leaned in, placing one hand on each of Hunter’s ass cheeks, and opened them wider, wanting a better view of where my tongue was going. It looked… clean, I guess. Like flesh. Nothing more. A tight hole for my tongue to probe.

I gave a tentative lick, my tongue running over the puckered ridges of his hole, and… I didn’t hate it. He tasted good, like soap and skin. Warm and soft. It wasn’t so bad. This would be worth the reward.

I licked him again, noting his loud groan and how he picked up this thrusts into Asher’s mouth. I could see the top of Asher’s head, his hair the same color and texture as mine, and I didn’t resist the urge I had to stroke my fingers through the strands as I flicked my tongue.

“Shit, yes, keep going. You twins will be the death of me, holy fuck…” Hunter cried out at our efforts, pushing his ass into my mouth and his cock into Asher’s.

Enjoying myself, despite everything. I continued warming his rim, sucking it, licking it, laying wet kisses all around it, marveling at the way it clenched and unclenched against my lips. I devoured him, shoving my face in deeper until my nose squashed into his crack too, until he consumed me, overwhelmed me with his scent, his flavor, his fucking texture.

I pressed his cheeks together, playing with them as I buried my tongue deep in his hole, breeching the first ring with a groan. So easy to sink…

“I’m going to shoot,” Hunter cried out, and his hole squeezed and pulsed as he filled up my brother’s mouth, cursing and groaning, still fucking, only in jerky movements that I chased with my tongue. “Don’t swallow,” he told Asher, then climbed off, leaving me with Asher’s face right by my legs, on the edge of release.

Hunter fell to his knees next to me and cupped my face to look at him. He studied my eyes, looking for that same submission he’d gained from Asher. I tried, I fucking tried , to make it appear real. His eyes glittered as he shook his head, not bothering to hide his disappointment. Shit. Sink, damn it. Sink.

The moment passed, though, and he turned his attention to the already broken twin, lying on the cold floor.

“Gargle my cum, let me see it mix with your spit in the back of your throat,” Hunter commanded, and Asher obeyed instantly.

It was obscene, the way the white fluid bubbled and moved as Asher played with it, pushed air through it. He made a low humming sound, a satisfaction across his face as he did what Hunter told him to.

Hunter stroked Asher’s cheek, smiling too. Their tenderness was unnerving me.

“Let him taste my ass now, bad twin,” Hunter directed at me, his expression so fucking smug. I sighed, but did it, leaning forward and interrupting Asher’s gargling, prodding my tongue into his mouth.

He sucked it, surprised, and then met it with his own. As was Hunter’s preferred way, we shared his cum together, dirty and wet as it slipped down both our throats. Kissing Asher felt right now, it was wonderful, warm. He was my home, even with someone else’s fluid mixing between us.

I found myself sighing when the cum ran out and all that was left was each other. Hunter tugged my head up and away from Asher, then forced my eyes back on his .

“Tell me what it tastes like,” he said.

I squeezed my jaw together for a moment, fighting with the defiance I wanted to show him. But it would win me nothing. “Musky, a little sweet.”

Hunter smirked. “Good girl. I can’t wait to taste all of both of you, too.” He slapped his thighs and stood, graceful and relaxed, as he moved naked through the room, gathering his clothing. He reached the door and returned with a key, first releasing Asher from his ropes, then me.

Asher didn’t move until Hunter commanded him to stand, but I scrambled up right away, leaning into my brother, needing his comfort. He wrapped an arm around me, and together we climbed the stairs behind Hunter, scared and confused. This was… too much freedom. He was too relaxed.

What was his game? What did he see in Asher? His ability to disassociate wasn’t obvious. Hunter couldn’t know how far gone Asher would be.

I gripped my brother tighter as we reached the top of the stairs. It was the second time I’d been on the ground floor of this house now, and I was determined that this time I would escape it.