Slowly, I kissed my way down Murphy's body, tracking his happy trail with my tongue as Connor knelt behind me, his hands light on my hips, his finger tracing over my skin and I could feel him poised just outside my entrance. I closed my lips around Murphy's shaft and started to move back and forth with my whole body, trying to encourage Connor to get on with it.

Murphy's fingers slid down my back to my bra strap and released the clasp with a careless flick of the wrist, freeing my breasts and Murphy licked his fingers and found my nipples. Tweaking, pinching, and massaging. I moaned around him.

Connor's mouth moved down my back, his lips soft against my skin, kissing gently. I moved again and arched my back more, opening myself to him. But he only continued his torturously soft touches.

Murphy was moaning again as my tongue wound around his shaft, whimpering with need. I pulled all the way out and pressed hard against Connor. "Connor," I whimpered, over my shoulder, "please."

"Only had to ask, lass," he said, a grin on his face as he slid slowly into me.

I groaned throatily as he entered to the hilt and held still. I could hear the strain in his voice when he spoke, "Go on, lass. Get him in your mouth."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Not if your gonna fuck with us again."

"Just relax and focus on me, girl. Loosen up your legs, let him move ye." Murphy said from in front of me.

I turned my eyebrow on Murphy. "Sounds like you know what you're talking about."

"Not our first rodeo, lass," Connor grated out behind me. "But I can't hold still much longer."

I trusted them completely. It wasn't even a concern and truthfully, I was curious to see how this was gonna work. I focused on relaxing my hips and leg muscles, essentially giving control of my body over to Connor as I turned my conscious thought processes back to Murphy.

My mouth was just around the head of Murphy's cock, when Connor leaned forward, pressing my mouth down on Murphy. Murphy sighed in pleasure, and Connor pulled back so only the tip of his own penis was inside me. Then his grip on my hips doubled and he pulled me back onto him fully, taking Murphy nearly out of my mouth completely.

I had essentially become one of those giant tree saws the lumberjacks used to use when they'd saw in pairs. Push and pull, pull and push. Crude, but effective…for all of us.

Connor gave me a few strokes to get used to the idea before he started rocking for real. Hard and fast back against him, slower forward onto Murphy, drawing out his withdrawl deliciously. I found myself moaning along with them, much to Murphy's delight.

"Murph?" Connor asked.

"Aye," Murphy sighed.

"Ye good?"

"Bit faster," he moaned and Connor complied, speeding the whole process a bit and Murphy writhed under me. "Aye."

I was loving this and Connor was getting more and more aggressive, even snaking a hand around my hip to tease my clit and I whimpered, causing Murphy to suck in a pleased breath.

"Faster, Connor," Murphy moaned and Connor responded, groaning himself now as he picked up the pace, as Murphy's whole body tensed beneath me, and I heard a strangled moan escape him.

"Murph," Connor moaned through clenched teeth, "I gotta-"

"Take her, take her," Murphy said, his eyes closed.

Connor grabbed and pulled back hard on my hips, yanking me off of Murphy completely and pounding into me mercilessly. The frantic pace had me beginning to twitch already when Murphy slid forward, his mouth meeting mine desperately, one hand on my nipple, the other on my clit. I nearly howled in pleasure, my cries of uncontrolled joy muffled by Murphy's mouth on my own. I could feel Connor's body tensing up behind me. "Get off 'er, Murph. Wanta hear it."

Murphy reluctantly withdrew his mouth but not his hands and I started whimpering. I was weak, it felt so good and I could feel the orgasm start and I didn't keep it to myself. The sound started deep in my chest and gradually rolled up my throat, starting as a moan then rising to a scream, then devolving into a cry of anguish as the pleasure started to fade, until Connor slapped a hand hard onto my bare ass and I started all over again. "Aye, lass," he said, smacking me again, "once more. Come for me once more," he demanded as on his last stroke, he tilted his hips, increasing his angle, and I came again, my whole body shivering as he unloaded into me with that final hard thrust that sent me forward onto Murphy as Connor collapsed behind me.

Murphy gave me barely a second to catch my breath before he took hold of my, by now useless, legs and flipped me onto my back, settling one knee over his shoulder and the other pressed against his chest. Pressing forward, he nearly folded me in half and slid into my still quivering core, already damp with my own slick and his brother's seed. His pace was rapid, nearing climax himself and every movement brought more cries from my mouth until my throat hurt so bad, I couldn't make any more sounds.

Desperate to get my hands on Murphy, I reached for him, but couldn't quite reach. I kept trying until Connor, loose-limbed and relaxed, slid around me, his chest against the top of my head and his hair brushing my shoulder as he kissed and nibbled at my ear and throat, and he grasped my searching fingers and held them tightly. My eyes locked on Murphy's and I saw the sadness pushed aside, not gone, who knew if it ever would be, but absent in the intensity of the moment. The fire was back and I realized they had probably needed this as much as I had. I watched as his pupils dilated, and with a final, brutal thrust and a cry he came inside me, froze for a second then rolled to one side.

I had no control left in any of the muscles in my body and I laid there in a wobbly mess, still twitching as I tried to get my breathing under control and will my heart back into a rhythm not consistent with cardiac arrest. "Christ, Murphy," I whispered not sure if anyone could hear it but me.

Connor released my hands and ran his hand down my arm, quickly over my breasts and around my throat, slick with sweat, his fingers glided, then over my belly, then back. I smiled, weakly, and groaned low in my throat, "Connor."

I felt the wicked grin on his face as he kissed my cheek before I felt him get up off of the bed, but I didn't have quite enough energy to turn my head and watch him. The lights went out and a fuzzy blanket was thrown over Murphy and me. I heard the ratchet of an automatic as Connor crawled in under the blanket beside me. He curled under one of my outstretched arms and for a fleeting moment I was glad I had shaved my pits before work. His face settled against my breast and he rested a hand on my stomach.

Slowly Murphy came back to himself and responded to the movement on the bed and laid his head on my belly, one arm thrown over my thighs, his hand resting on my opposite hip.

Our bodies, slick with sweat and drained, moved against each other easily. Our limbs tangled in the dark, comfortable. Relaxed.

My hands settled on their heads, running my fingers lightly through their sweaty hair as their breath chilled the perspiration still lingering on my skin.

"So," I said, my voice a croaky whisper. I cleared my throat and started again. "Who was the old guy?"