Genesis of the Wild Child

As the current love of my life, I would have done anything he asked me to do.  Yes, anything.  So that afternoon, when he told me his brother was on leave from the army for the next couple weeks and asked if he could hang out with us that night, of course I agreed.  Little did I know the complete and utter chaos that one simple decision would create.  We met at the same little hole in the wall we always did, with me arriving first as usual.  I was sitting at the bar when I saw Jay walk through the door, followed by some guy in a cowboy hat.  I am telling you at the time I was two drinks in and they didn't look anything alike.  But up they both walked and Jay introduced me to his brother Brad.  He seemed very solemn and respectful, and well, boring.  Great.  It was a good thing that after a few more drinks I'd be providing my own entertainment, so who really cared.  The usual not bad but not great country band was playing.  Jay hated dancing and the only dancing this white girl did was dirty dancing a dozen cheap rum and cokes in.  Now I'm only on my third when Jay says "hey my brother wants to dance, go dance with him," Now I'm thinking this has got to be a joke.  He knows I don't dance, but the next thing I know Brad grabs my hand and we are off to the dance floor.  I was smart enough to bring drink number four with me, hoping this wasn't going to be too much of a disaster.  He was quiet at first, but he was a good dancer.  Before I knew it I was dancing and laughing and actually having a good time.  He accused me of trying to lead, I tripped over his feet at least twice but somehow the drinks kept coming and I stayed on the dance floor. We talked, we flirted.  I stepped on his feet, we danced and laughed.  The next thing I know it's last call, I'm drunk and the guys are walking me out to the car.  The only person who seems off is Jay.  On the drive back to his place he was quiet, which was unusual for him.  I put my hand on his leg and he smiled.  Good. He wasn't really mad.  I squeezed his thigh, hoping to have a little fun once we got back to his house. Let's face it, I was drunk and ready for some action.  His brother could go up to bed and we could have some fun.  We got into the kitchen and he leaned me up against the kitchen table and kissed me. Then he said he had to go take a leak. Great.  And his brother is just standing there looking at me and I'm laughing like a drunk idiot.  The next thing I know Brad's kissing me, and in my head I'm thinking BAD IDEA but my body was just going with it.  The next time I opened my eyes Jay was standing there, looking not mad, but odd.  That's when

things got crazy. Next thing I know I'm naked on the kitchen table and they both have their pants around their ankles.  The sensation of four hands was driving me wild, touching, licking, biting.  I wanted both of them.  Right then, right there on that kitchen table.  Brothers. Go figure.  It was amazing.  Slowly Jay led me up the stairs and I remember starting in his room, then going to Brad's and then I must have fallen asleep.  I woke up to Jay complaining that I hadn't come back.  I apologized and told him I was sorry I must have fallen asleep but he wasn't happy.  He grabbed me and dragged me into his room and was yelling something about me preferring his brother.  I told him he was wrong, but he didn't care.  He pushed me down onto the bed hard and forced himself into me.  Hard.  Muttering about we will see which brother is better or some nonsense.  Angry sex can still be good sex and that was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.  That and the fact that Jay's father would never eat at that table again if he had known what had gone on there that night.