Some Fun

**Daisy**

Walking through to the cinema room, I sit next to D and cuddle him.

“Where are those two?”

“Sorting out the guards and stuff so they know only to disturb us in an emergency. We will start the film without them little bird.”

I turn and look at him.

“Not yet, I want to talk Daddy.” He nods to me as if to say talk. “I’m sorry. I know I ran from you as well, even if I didn’t see it in that way. Cal had said all that to me and I didn’t want to save him if that was the future, I also didn’t want you and Marc to lose him, and I knew me staying would do that. You would have fought over me, you two wanted me there and him not, and I didn’t want you hurting by losing him.” I didn’t, and I knew I would be the cause of arguments.

“I know I said I wouldn’t run away from you, and I realised when you said I already had just how much it hurt you and made you hide from me. So I’m sorry, I promise if I ever feel like I should run for whatever reason, I won’t, I will find you and you can sort my head out.” It’s all I can do to reassure him.

“I would chase you down little birdie. You were running to save us from each other, but the fact is if you ran, none of us have anything to live for. Before we did, we had each other, but now that we have had you, what we had before is nothing.”

“But your brothers.”

“We are, and we love each other but we weren’t living. We were surviving, always working. Rosalie was the only thing that…No, that’s wrong.” He shakes his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was going to say Rosalie was the only thing that wasn’t work, but in many ways she was. We had an agreement together. We never got personal.”

“Well, my point is, I won’t run, and if I feel like I’m really going to, I will come to you and say.” I move climbing onto him. His hands slide up my legs and grasp my ass and he stops to stare at me and I give him a cheeky grin.

“Little birdie, where is your underwear?” His hands grasp my ass before his fingers tease against my core. “And you’re fucking wet.” He pulls me to him, kissing me as his fingers slowly glide into me, and move. I moan against his lips and move my hips against his fingers.

“Don’t you stop little birdie, not until you finish on my fingers.” I didn’t plan to stop, I keep going, moving my hips faster as his fingers rub inside of me, his other hand moves and strokes over my pearl causing me to cry out. He doesn’t waste time, his hands release me and he fastens his trousers.

Moving, he slams me down on him, and I scream, his hand grips my hair pulling my head back as I move against him, our hips grinding together as he bites against my neck. My cries of pleasure get louder, as we keep pushing each other closer to the edge. The pleasure becomes too much to keep up with his pace and he fucks me through it.

As I’m just coming back to earth he grips my body and spins me so I’m bending over the seat in front. His rough hands encase my hips as he pounds into me hard causing me to scream. He yanks my head up so I am standing before him. The pleasure becomes too much and my legs begin to wobble. He moves, sitting down with me on him and my back against his chest.

I grasp his thighs as he thrusts pushing me up. “Play little birdie, I want you soaked.” I do as he orders, my fingers tweak my nipple as my other hand settles between my legs. I was going to rub my clit, but I have a better idea. I push my fingers inside of me along his cock and he groans.

He doesn’t stop, just speeds up as my fingers curl and rub along my walls.

“Fuck little birdie.” His words make me smile, he wasn’t expecting me to do that. I keep going, and move my hips, slamming down on him, my body shaking as the orgasm builds and takes over me, his hands on my hips moving me against him.

I come with a bang, my body shaking as I cry out and feel him pull me against him his hips thrusting rapidly as he groans my name in my ear as finishes. We stay still for a bit, our breathing slowly becoming normal again.

I move and sit next to him, cuddling him.

“We will just pretend we were waiting for them.” I laugh and he nods.

“Sure, we didn’t just fuck little birdie. We sat in here nice and waited.” We both laugh at that.

“Right, we’re done.” Cal sits next to me, and Marc sits behind me, his body wrapped around mine.

“Hand it here.” D passes the control to Cal and I rest my head against him. I watch the screen come on but take no notice. My mind is currently on the come down from D fucking me. I laugh slightly to myself. I turn hearing a moan, and look at the screen, my eyes widening.

“What the hell?” I turn and look at them and they all laugh.

“I didn’t know.” D holds his hands up,

“We came in and you two were having fun, rather than disturb you, we thought we would make a home movie.”

“Ass! Put a real film on please, not one of me and D fucking.” We laugh and I watch as he turns it off. I can’t believe they actually fucking recorded it, then again, I am glad and hope they record more in the future. I snuggle between them and watch the film, happy that I came back, and didn’t keep running.