Loading...I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, applying my mascara in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.
“How can you take a hot shower in this weather?” I said, capping my mascara and leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I’d had a shower a half hour ago and could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day.
Kevin made a sleepy noise, turned the water off and slid the curtain back with a metallic zing. He reached for a towel and I glanced his way, letting my eyes wander over his naked body, his skin pink from the hot water. We’d been together four years, and he never failed to make something else stir inside me, something warm and alive—all he had to do was smile and I’d feel it all through my body.
“Morning, baby,” he said smiling, wiping the water from his eyes with the towel. He looked sexy with his long black hair dripping onto his wide shoulders, his chin just a little shadowed with dark whiskers I knew he wouldn’t bother to shave off.
I turned when he stepped out of the shower and we exchanged a quick kiss. I felt the vague rush of arousal at his naked body and all the familiar details—the intricate black tattoos that covered his arms, the silver curls of his hoop earrings, the thin white scar that crossed his shoulder in an X. And his eyes—so dark and expressive and cunning.
“Morning,” I said, dragging my eyes from his face. “You’d better hurry—it’s almost quarter to.”
I left the bathroom, finished dressing and returned five minutes later to find Kevin brushing his teeth lazily, staring at his reflection as he did, looking for all the world like he was ready to go to bed, not start his day.
“I’m leaving without you if you’re not ready in twenty minutes,” I said with genuine irritation.
He made some noise around his toothbrush, acknowledgment or argument, and watched me as I took a few minutes to check my hair, arranging the blonde curls that hung around my face.
I looked my body over, smoothed my blue skirt, and turned around to consult the full length mirror on the wall behind us. It had taken me forever to pick the right outfit—something professional looking without being boring, and light enough that I stood a chance of getting to work without being soaked with sweat.
I was applying for a new position at work. My interview was in an hour and a half. I knew I had a pretty good chance of getting it, but I was still nervous. I fussed with the buttons of my blouse, adjusted the collar, and studied the way the fabric hugged my breasts. I hoped I didn’t look trashy with a little cleavage showing, but I also wanted to keep a little sex appeal in my outfit, just in case it helped.
Kevin moved to the sink and I couldn’t help watching his body from behind as he bent to rinse his mouth. He’d barely dried off. I could see the beads of water on his skin. I wanted to run my finger across his back, joining them like a dot-to-dot. I wanted to feel the smooth warmth of his skin under mine, to crawl back in bed and make love instead of going to work.
He straightened, running his hand through his hair carelessly, and saw me looking. He smiled and I felt it inside; a tug of desire that anchored in my belly and pulled like a tide between my legs. I hastily returned my attention to my reflection.
He turned, watching me scrutinize my outfit in the mirror.
“Do I look…professional?” I asked uncertainly, turning to view myself from the side, hoping my ass didn’t look too big beneath the linen fabric of my skirt. “Hire-able?”
“I’d hire you,” he said, stepping beside me and taking my arm, pulling me away from my reflection. “For all kinds of things.”
He brought me close, his hands slipping to my waist. I knew the water from his skin was soaking into my clothes, and was almost annoyed, but his lusty eyes held mine and my annoyance was quenched by excitement. Only a few seconds of contact and I was already growing warm and aroused. He kissed me softly, with an open mouth, his tongue slipping over my lower lip; all animal appetite, no subtlety.
“Especially very naughty things,” he said in a low voice. I laughed, even though I didn’t want to. “Wicked things.”
He kissed me again and I felt a tingle in my stomach, felt my body wanting to yield, to let it happen.
He pressed me against the bathroom wall and starting hiking up my skirt. If I let him, he’d be inside me in a matter of minutes, pushing hard in that needy way he always had, like he hadn’t fucked in years, though it had probably been less than 24 hours since we had. I loved that—even when he caught me off guard—I loved his needy desire. It never failed to get me wet.
But I couldn’t be late to work this morning.
I reluctantly pushed his hands away.
“Kevin, don’t.” I turned my head away from his kiss but he just slid his open mouth to my throat and I sighed, despite myself. I pressed my hands against his bare chest and pushed him hard, but it only made him press against me more. “Come on—I don’t have time for this today.”
He ran his tongue over my skin, up to my ear, and sucked my earlobe, earring and all, into his lips. “Just a quick one?” he said, bringing his mouth back to mine. I was still pushing against him, but with much less effort. “For good luck?” I moaned as he searched my mouth with his tongue and for a second did nothing as his hands pulled my skirt higher, his hot palms cupping my ass.
“Oh fucking hell,” said a voice from the doorway. “Don’t you two ever stop?”
Kevin’s older brother Ryan stood in the doorway, scowling sleepily. I quickly pushed Kevin’s hands away and smoothed my skirt. Kevin just sighed and stepped back, his cock half erect and pointing comically in his brother’s direction.
“Jesus, Kevin what’s your problem?” He looked away pointedly, radiating irritation. “Just get out, already.”
I felt embarrassed to have been caught, but more than that I felt bad for Ryan. His girlfriend of five years had broken up with him almost a year ago and he’d been miserable ever since. He’d moved out of her apartment and moved in with us, reluctantly. It was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, but it ended up being a good one—the rent wasn’t high and he was closer to work, and having a third person to split the rent and utilities with made it easier on Kevin and I too. But Kevin loved giving Ryan a hard time, irritating him on purpose—not maliciously, but he couldn’t help himself—that was just how Kevin was, and it drove Ryan crazy.
I felt bad for him, he was a good guy. I could tell he was as embarrassed as he was annoyed, and I knew it had to be hard to see his brother and me together when his romantic life had pretty much dried up since he and his girlfriend had broken up.
“Sorry, Ryan,” I said quietly as I squeezed past him and ran downstairs.
I grabbed my bag, checked three times to make sure everything was in there I needed for the day, and called up the stairs for Kevin to hurry before we missed the bus.
He came down as I was putting on my shoes, looking sexy and totally at ease in his faded jeans and t-shirt. He patted my backside as he passed, slid his feet into his boots, and followed me out the door into the summer heat.
“I feel bad for Ryan,” I said once we’d hurried the four blocks to the bus stop. I squinted up the road to look for the bus. It never made it come any faster, but it was impossible not to look. “He’s so depressed.”
“He’s not,” Kevin said casually. “He just needs to get laid.”
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at him. “Sex isn’t the solution to everything, Kev.”
He didn’t answer, but I knew he was smiling at me, probably even ogling my ass. I turned my head after a minute and sure enough his eyes were sweeping down my body, a little smirk on his face.
“I wish we could do something for him,” I said, ignoring Kevin’s stare. “We could at least be more careful.”
This morning wasn’t the first time Ryan had happened upon me and Kevin making out. Kevin was impulsive and if not always horny, he certainly didn’t take much persuading to get in the mood. He found it nearly impossible to not touch me when I was near enough, and once he touched me, he had a hard time not moving closer, touching me more, seeing how quickly he could get me turned on and undressed. I had a little more self-control than he did, but once he started kissing me, not much more.
“You could sleep with him,” Kevin said as we moved toward the curb, watching the bus approach. I looked at him sharply, my incredulous reply swallowed by the squeal and the hiss of the bus as it arrived, doors opening wide.
Once the bus started moving I looked at him, his sly grin.
“What did you say?”
“I said you could sleep with him; that would cheer him up.”
“Oh shut up, Kevin,” I said laughing.
“I’m serious, Colleen. He should be over her by now, it’s almost been a year. His ego’s taken a beating; if he got laid he wouldn’t be so bitchy.”
I laughed again, staring at him. “You really think, don’t you? Sex would make everything better?”
“Not just sex, Colleen. Sex with you.” His tongue darted out from between his lips to wet them. “If he got laid by you, he’d snap right out of it.”
“You’re not serious,” I said, but I knew he was. “Tell me you’re not.”
Kevin leaned a little closer to me, his voice dropping slightly—for effect, I thought, certainly not because he cared if the other bus passengers heard.
“We could break up, you and me, and you could go to him for comfort, do some hot rebound fucking.” I stared at him, in disbelief. “And after you guys are done, we could get back together.” He let his mouth stretch in a smile and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “You know how good make-up sex is.”
The thought of sleeping with Ryan—I’d never thought about it before, but I couldn’t deny the appeal of the idea.
“There’s something wrong with the way your brain works, Kev.” I said decidedly.
“Think of good that would make him feel, Colleen, to be pursued by a woman again,” Kevin continued, now sounding like he only had his brother’s happiness in his mind. “And if that woman is you…” Now he was stroking my ego. “Mmm, I think getting to fuck you—that would be one hell of a boost to his self-esteem.”
I continued to stare at him, at the expression on his face that told me he was serious. He leaned a little closer, and dropped his voice a little more so it slithered warmly into my ear.
“Besides, it would be so fucking hot—the two of you together. You fucking Ryan…”
“You’re serious?” I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh, one that couldn’t hide an excitement I suddenly felt. “What—do you want to watch or something?”
He smiled, knowing he had my interest, and nodded slowly.
I wasn’t about to admit it to him, but the idea was exciting—I’d never thought of being with anyone else but Kevin, not since we met, but suddenly the idea of being with Ryan was very intriguing, but I wasn’t so sure about having an audience.
“You’re such a perv, Kev.” I wasn’t able to hide my amusement.
He smiled again and looked at me levelly. “I’m dead serious, Colleen.”
I stared at him for a few seconds as he watched my reaction, a smile frozen on his face. It wasn’t really that surprising that the idea turned him on, I realized. Most things turned Kevin on, and his tastes definitely leaned toward the voyeuristic, but watching me have sex with his brother?
“You’re crazy,” I said finally, shaking my head like I was trying to shake the attractive image that had leaped up uninvited, of Ryan, shirtless and messy-haired first thing in the morning. “Now move, this is my stop.”
He shifted, kissed my cheek as I passed.
“Good luck at the interview, baby.”
He gave me a big, sincere smile, and made sure his hand made contact with my ass as I slid past him, his smile turning to a grin as I walked down the aisle.
The next two weeks, Kevin kept bringing it up, slipping it into conversation, whispering in my ear, as we were having sex. At first he played on my ego, building up his brother’s attraction to me, but eventually he became explicit about how much he wanted to see his brother and me together.
I didn’t exactly tell him to stop, but I didn’t encourage his fantasies when he brought them up either. I kept telling him he was crazy, laughing it off, but now I was noticing Ryan in a way I hadn’t before.
He was Kevin’s older brother by eight years. There were two other brothers in between, and all four of the brothers looked and acted a lot alike. They were all loud and energetic, a little rough around the edges, perpetually sophomoric, but in a harmless enough way.
Physically they were remarkably similar. They had the same sloping shoulders, the same long limbs, and they all moved the same—with an easy, loping stride, filling any space they were in with their personalities as much as their bodies.
Kevin didn’t have the same athletic build as his brothers. He was more slender, less muscular, but the differences were secondary to the similarities, making him look like a slightly smaller version of them. They all had the same deep-set eyes, same squared jaw and thick, black hair. And they laughed the same—and laughed often.
I fond Ryan attractive if only because he looked like Kevin and I found Kevin irresistible, but I had to admit he was attractive because of the subtle difference between them, things I couldn’t even put my finger on or name.
And then there was the way he looked at me.
Kevin had been right; Ryan found me attractive. I had no doubt once I started noticing—his eyes were often too slow to look away when I caught him watching me. It thrilled me to my very center, stirring up an excited curiosity when he was around.
I didn’t tease him, but Kevin did—with my body. If Ryan was around Kevin would find some way to draw attention to me, to my body, sometimes flat out remarking I looked sexy in whatever it was I was wearing at the time, asking Ryan if he agreed, and more than once he left the bedroom door open while we were having sex, knowing Ryan was home and could walk past at any moment.
On the Friday I got the call that I’d been offered the job, I called Kevin at work, and he said he’d take me out to celebrate after work. He took me to my favorite bar and did his best to get me drunk while he continued to try to convince me sleeping with Ryan was the solution to all the world’s problems.
Between my elation at having gotten the job and the numerous beers I’d had, I was feeling pretty good—confident, a little reckless—and Kevin knew it, but he still looked surprised when I finally said I’d do it.
“Let’s go,” I said, moving to stand, wobbling a little on my heels. “Let’s go home right now and I’ll fuck his brains out.”
For a second Kevin just gaped, and then he grinned like an idiot and we were out of there like a flash.
I hadn’t been entirely serious. I guess I’d assumed Kevin liked the idea of me sleeping with his brother, but would stop it before anything actually happened. I figured he’d get off on the taboo, and that would be enough. So I played it up on the walk home—telling him how hot it made me to think of him watching me fuck his brother. I thought it was a game and I was playing along, but when we got home it became obvious he’d been serious and was now more determined than ever to see it happen.
He pinned me to the apartment door before we went in, and kissed me with so much passion it hurt. His hands were everywhere, grasping and stroking, finally settling up under my skirt to tug at the waistband of my panties. He bent and quickly slipped them down my thighs, making me lose my balance and fall against him. He stripped them off and straightened, but didn’t push me against the door again to fuck me like I thought he would. Instead, he steadied me and slid my panties into his pocket, grinning, kissed me once more and fumbled with the key to unlock the door.
The apartment was boiling hot, but I could hear the fan going in the living room. I could hear the TV too, which meant Ryan was home. Kevin led me toward the sound, his fingers gripping my hand tightly, and we found a shirtless Ryan sitting in front of the fan, watching TV. He barely reacted when we came in, only lifting his eyes once without saying a word. I noticed there was a small collection of bottles on the floor beside him; we weren’t the only ones a little drunk.
Kevin met my eyes meaningfully and led me to the other easy chair, pulling me onto his lap as he fell into it. I landed with my legs over the arm of the chair, my feet dangling above the floor.
We kissed for a few minutes, softly and wetly, and I wondered if Ryan was watching, surprised to find how much I hoped it was true. Kevin’s hand moved to my knee and pushed it down so one of my legs fell atop his, my thighs parting. He drew my skirt up and slipped his hand right over my shaved pussy. I gasped against his mouth and for a second was lost in the kiss and light touch of his fingers on my skin before I remembered Ryan. Was he watching?
I turned, drawing my mouth from Kevin’s and shivered at the look on Ryan’s face—his gaze locked on my open thighs and the movement of his brother’s fingers. I wondered how much he could see from his vantage point. Did Kevin’s hand block his view or was he watching his brother’s finger slip between my swollen labia?
I sighed with pleasure at the touch and the thought that he was watching. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw Ryan looking at my face. He looked away quickly, but not before we’d both seen the other looking. I sighed again, thrilled far more than I had expected I’d be.
“Mmm baby, you’re so wet,” Kevin growled into my ear, his voice low enough I was sure Ryan couldn’t hear it over the TV and the fan. He slid his finger along the length of my slit, picking up the wetness and spreading it over my skin. “So fucking wet.”
He kissed my neck and slid his finger deep inside me without so much as a cursory circle at the entrance. I groaned and squirmed against him.
“Did you see?” Kevin hissed. “He couldn’t look away.”
I groaned and looked at Ryan again. He was staring resolutely at the TV, the muscles in his face and neck tense as if he was trying very hard not to look our direction.
“What a naughty tease you are.” I could hear the smile in Kevin’s voice. “Showing off your pussy to my brother like that.”
He moved his finger slowly, drawing it out and pressing it in again, his breath hot on my ear.
“You’re so wet, Colleen. You’re so hot for it—aren’t you? You’ve been thinking about getting fucked by him for a while. I know you have. I know you want to him to touch you like this, like I’m touching you right now.”
He drew his finger out and entered me again, pressing two fingers together and filling me fast. I groaned and arched my back, my eyes glued on Ryan.
“Do you want him, baby?” Kevin’s breath was a little faster than it had been a moment before. “Do you want Ryan to fuck you? Hmm?”
I squirmed and, to my complete surprise, moaned out, “God, yes.”
Ryan turned his head quickly, his eyes landing first between my legs where Kevin was slowly, methodically, and with great restraint filling me again and again with his fingers. When he lifted his eyes, they met mine and drilled right to my center, penetrating me with a spiraling heat.
“Oh fuuuuck, yes,” I moaned. I heard Kevin gasp against my ear and then he pulled his hand away and pushed me up, off his lap and over the arm of the chair where I caught myself, teetering unsteadily for a second before I got my balance and looked up at Ryan.
I walked toward him, moving slowly through a fog of arousal and alcohol, and staring at his bare chest, impulsively lifted my own shirt up and over my head. I heard a stereo intake of breath from Kevin and Ryan on either side of me. I let the shirt fall to the floor and in a few seconds was directly in front of Ryan whose eyes were glued to the sight of my bare breasts.
The air from the fan cooled my sweaty skin and a shiver ran through me from the excitement of what I was about to do. The look on Ryan’s face emboldened me—his expression of lust and confusion. I could feel how much power I had at that moment, his full attention on me.
I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear the crack of discharged electricity when my knee touched Ryan’s. I felt the thrill all the way through me. I felt as dazed as he looked, my head filled with a sudden and overwhelming desire to touch him, to make him want me.
I slid my knee against his and reached out to steady myself, hands on his hot shoulders, as I climbed onto his lap. My skirt hid the view, but I could feel my wet pussy opening as I straddled him, and the thought of how close to his cock it would be once I settled into his lap made my head swim.
Ryan’s mouth hung open slightly, incredulity showing on his face. “What…”
It wasn’t a protest, just a declaration of disbelief, and I silenced it with my mouth, pressing my open lips to his and kissing him the way Kevin often kissed me—deeply and with unrestrained desire. He reacted after a second, and his returned advance made my lust surge. I kissed him harder, more passionately.
He made a strange noise against my mouth and I realized he was trying to talk and kiss me at the same time. I drew back and the sight of his face made my stomach tighten excitedly; it had been a good kiss, he’d thought so too.
“What the fuck?” he said, eloquent as ever. “What is this?”
He looked at Kevin and I followed his gaze, surprised to see Kevin was just watching—not stroking himself, though from the look on his face and the bulge in his pants, I knew he was enjoying this.
He shook his head, grinning. “It’s fucking hot, brother, that’s what it is. Just enjoy it.”
I looked at Ryan, who was still staring at Kevin uncertainly. Worried he was about to protest or to push me from his lap, I leaned close to his ear, making sure my lips touched his skin, and whispered, “I want you, Ryan.”
He tensed, holding still, and I ran my hands over his shoulders, shifting my legs slightly, settling down into his lap more, my open pussy now making contact with the rough fabric of his cargo shorts and the hardness beneath that had to be his cock.
I drew back and turned his head to mine again.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, looking him in the eyes.
He exhaled suddenly. I felt the heat of his breath against my mouth and the tension shift through his whole body. I kissed him again and felt the heat of his hands as he laid them gently on my hips.
I shifted until my torso was level with his head. I watched his face as I moved closer, and we both moaned as I delivered my nipple to his mouth. He opened it and my moan turned to a gasp as he closed the gap between, pressing his open mouth to my breast.
I ran my hands over his head, threading my fingers through his short dark hair, thoroughly messing it up as he very carefully, almost hesitantly, explored the surface of my breast with his tongue. I turned, bringing my other breast to his mouth and watched with delight as he gave it the same careful treatment.
Kevin had never been this gentle or slow, not that I had ever minded his lusty need—I just hadn’t known moving so slowly could be such a turn-on. But I was definitely turned on.
Ryan’s hands moved up to grasp my breasts, and for a few more minutes he moved from one to the other, his tongue tracing slowly all around and over my nipples before he sucked them, one after the other, applying more pressure until he had me breathing fast.
When he drew back, I relaxed back onto his lap and he looked over at Kevin again. I looked too, noticing Kevin’s hand had moved to the front of his jeans, but he still hadn’t drawn his cock out yet. I marveled at his restraint—it wasn’t something he often showed.
He shook his head, grinning drunkenly, but I knew it was lustful drunkenness at this point, not from the alcohol.
“Oh baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he said looking at me. “Don’t stop.”
Ryan gave me an uncertain look, clearly not sure what to do. I returned my hands to his face quickly, and gave him a long, soft kiss, pressing my tongue against his lower lip until he opened his mouth. I searched for his tongue, found it, and we kissed with increased intensity as I slowly slid from his lap.
The fan blew my skirt, flipping it up over my ass, the cool air soothing my throbbing pussy. I heard a noise of approval from Kevin at that; he loved my ass. And since he’d taken my panties in the hallway, he had an uncensored view of everything I had to offer.
I ran my hands down Ryan’s chest again, drew back letting our mouths part with a wet sound, and reached for the button at the waistband of his shorts. His eyes went wide and he made a gurgling sound of desire deep in his throat. I couldn’t help smiling at that.
I knew what he wanted to hear, what all men wanted to hear, and I bent toward him, seeing his eyes were on my breasts, and said in a soft voice once my fingers reached the button and began to undo it, “I want to suck your cock.”
I adjusted my posture slightly to get access to the zipper and waited until he looked up at my face in disbelief.
“I want to suck you, Ryan. I want to feel your cock sliding into my mouth,” I moved one knee back, lowered the zipper. “My lips wrapped around it.”
He stared, his eyes wide and starting to gain a more animal look to them.
“I want to feel it go deep.” I was laying it on, thrilled by his silence and disbelief, and thinking with some delight that Kevin would soon be coming in his pants if I kept it up. “All the way in—deep.”
I moved one foot to the floor, drew my other knee from the chair and stepped between his legs, bending at the waist to lower the zipper all the way. I could see the shape of his erection, held tight to his body by the dark blue briefs he was wearing, and swallowed excitedly.
I reached for the elastic waistband as I slowly sank to my knees, and with great care—one hand lowering the fabric, the other slipping into the gap—drew his cock out and into the light.
Every man wants to believe their cock is the most beautiful, the biggest, the thickest you have ever seen. Every man wants to believe that as you begin to suck them, you live for nothing else but the chance to get as much of their cock in your mouth as you can. Every man wants to hear you exclaim what I exclaimed with complete honesty at that moment.
“Oh my God, you’re so big.”
He was. His cock was huge. Not freakishly huge, not porn star huge, but certainly the largest cock I’d ever seen. And it was beautiful—long and smooth, a slightly lighter shade of bronze than his body, with a subtle curve at the middle, so that when I drew it all the way out and held it erect in my hand, it seemed to lean toward me, as if searching for my mouth.
I stroked it gently as I kept easing his briefs as low as I could, wanting to see the whole package. I knew he must be proud of his cock and I wanted him to think I was impressed—which I was, in fact. I let my eyes go a little wide as I slid my hand in and under his scrotum, cupping it in my palm for a second before I brought it out, pushing the tight fabric of his briefs down underneath it.
I looked up at him. He looked completely shocked, but with obvious excitement under his surprise. He wasn’t stopping me, so I stroked his cock and gently kneaded his balls in my palm. I looked over at Kevin, who had shifted in his seat and was watching with anticipation.
“Go on,” he said excitedly. “Suck him, baby.”
I couldn’t believe the thrill that ran through me at his words, but it ran through like a violent shiver and made me turn my head back, my mouth opening as I did, wanting nothing more than to do what they both wanted.
“Oh fuck,” Ryan breathed as I turned back to him, my eyes now focused on the blunt tip of his cock, drawing it toward my lips. I let my tongue poke out slightly and then extend, moving forward to meet him and slid the head right into my mouth, cradling it with my tongue, keeping my lips soft.
“Holy…fuck,” Ryan swore as I eased my mouth down over the whole flared head and several inches of his thick shaft before I closed my lips and with my tongue moving like a wave against the underside, drew my head back until I was at the tip again.
He groaned and I saw his fist clench and unclench on the arm rest of the chair.
I rolled my tongue in a circle over the tip of his cock, closed my lips to suck, and brought myself forward again, letting him slide into my mouth slowly and as far as I could. He groaned again and I brought my mouth back up, licking and stroking with my tongue as I did. I took him deep a few more times concentrating on taking it as slowly as I could, wanting to make it last.
I held him between my lips and reached up with both hands to grab the fabric at his hips and tug. He automatically lifted his hips so I could lower his shorts, and when he did his cock slid further into my mouth, making him swear loudly.
Once I had his shorts to his ankles I sat up a little and stroked him, twisting my hand around the shaft of his cock while sucking the head. I looked at him and was delighted to see that look of utter amazement men get when they’re being blown—like they’d died and gone to heaven. I smiled, knowing how completely I had him.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” I asked, extending my tongue and letting my lower jaw drop slowly, bringing my mouth to his cock as if my question needed visual support, as if he hadn’t already had the idea himself. I swirled my tongue over the head, licking up the fluid the leaked from the tip.
“Oh my fucking God,” he moaned in disbelief as I cradled his cock in the trough of my tongue. I took that as a ‘yes’ and adjusted my posture so I could begin a steady bobbing over him, enveloping his cock with my mouth, relaxing my jaw and focusing on the motion, feeling the thick head going deeper with each downward motion, until it hit the back of my throat and we both made a noise of excitement.
Ryan groaned and I closed my eyes, imagining Kevin watching—both of them watching as I slid my mouth up and down Ryan’s shaft. He shifted his feet, removing them from the tangle of fabric around his ankles and as his thighs parted, I moved closer, settling against him, the prickly heat of his thighs beneath my arms, relaxing as I found my rhythm, sucking and stroking, a low moan coming from my throat as the thrill of what was happening built.
I drew back after a while and looked up at Ryan’s face. His look of desperation made me shiver. I stroked him and glanced at Kevin, who groaned when our eyes met. I could tell he wanted me to continue—they both did. I brought Ryan’s cock to my mouth again and, still watching Kevin, sucked the head between my lips.
Ryan groaned, Kevin groaned, and I felt my head spin with excitement. I held Kevin’s gaze as I bobbed slowly, just taking the head of Ryan’s cock in my mouth, sucking and licking as I did. He looked like he was going to explode as he stared.
I turned my eyes back to Ryan, paused, and took him deep into my mouth, deeper than before, and held him there for a second before drawing back and doing it again. I wanted him to come, I decided that as I sucked him and felt his body tense every time his cock head hit the back of my throat. Each time he groaned, swearing loudly, exciting me in turn so that each downward thrust of my head was a little more enthusiastic, a little quicker, more forceful.
I felt his thighs tense beneath my arms, spared a moment to look up and recognized the expression of a man on the verge of orgasm. It thrilled me to my center, I felt it deep inside me, in the tissue of my breasts and the swollen flesh of my labia. I stroked and sucked, wanting his cum, then held still as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth with his cock.
He groaned loud, panting, and I clutched at his hips, pulling him toward me, bracing myself, waiting for the sudden flood of heat on my tongue. I heard Kevin on the other side of the room, encouraging his brother in an excited voice.
“Fuck her mouth, Ryan. Fill it up.”
I squirmed as pleasure rippled through me and then a second later had to swallow as Ryan came—his cock jumping as his semen coated my tongue, so much in one spurt it threatened to leak from the corners of my mouth. I swallowed, drawing my mouth off, catching the next jet of cum on my tongue.
“Fuck!” he swore, staring as his cock jumped again and again, emptying into my open mouth. I drew back, making sure he was watching, and swallowed. He made an indescribable noise between pain and delight, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his face pure disbelief.
Kevin was on me in a second, lifting me from the floor, his hands coming around to cup my breasts, his mouth against the back of my neck. I felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he thrust, his cock pressing against my ass.
“Oh baby, that was hot,” he said, moving one hand between us to lift my skirt and move his cock lower, seeking the wet treasure between my legs. “I’ve got to fuck you right now, I can’t wait.”
I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against my thighs as he positioned himself. He found his target in a second and thrust it home, filling me roughly, making me cry out. I fell forward, catching myself before I fell onto Ryan, and braced myself with my hands against the back of Ryan’s chair while Kevin fucked me hard.
Ryan stared up at me, my breasts bouncing in front of his face, his hand on his now limp cock, and for a few seconds he held my gaze as his brother fucked me, grunting and swearing, his hips slapping against my thighs, pushing a breath from my lungs with each forward thrust.
Kevin stopped suddenly, draping himself over my body and wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt him quivering against me, knew he was on the edge of coming, but wanted to stop. His breath was fast and I could feel his heart beating against my back.
“Oh baby,” he whispered. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen…”
He straightened after a moment, pulling me with him. He lifted the front of my skirt and with his cock still inside me, brought his hand down to part my pussy lips with his fingers, exposing me to his fingers and his brother’s hungry eyes.
I whimpered with pleasure as Kevin’s fingers circled my clit, Ryan’s eyes widening, his hand moving over his cock as he stared. I brought my hands up to stroke my breasts and closed my eyes for a few seconds while Kevin circled and stroked me, drawing sighs from deep in my chest, each one making me more aware of the presence of his cock inside me and the taste of Ryan’s semen on my tongue.
“I loved watching you suck his cock,” Kevin growled. “And you let him come in your mouth…” He pushed himself against me and I gasped with pleasure as his cock pressed inside me, touching somewhere deep inside me, a new sensation spreading through me. “He came in your mouth, Colleen. Fuck, that was…so goddamned sexy.”
I opened my eyes and saw Ryan’s rapt expression.
“I want to see you come too,” Kevin said, his finger moving more rapidly over my clit. “I want to see you come on my brother’s cock.”
I groaned, squirming in Kevin’s grasp.
“Holy shit,” Ryan breathed. His hand was moving over his cock, which I noticed was starting to get hard again.
“I want him to fuck your pussy.”
I groaned again, clutching my breasts.
“I want him to fuck you and make you come.” His voice was savage, excited, and he rocked his hips slightly, sending subtle ripples of pleasure through my pussy as he did. “Mmm, baby. I want to see you get fucked.”
I squealed and Ryan gasped, clearly excited by this exchange. Kevin stepped back suddenly, his cock slipping from my pussy so roughly I squealed again. He grasped my arm and pulled me toward the couch. I looked at him as he pushed me down—I’d never seen his face like this, so excited, so completely driven by lust.
He looked to his brother who had shifted in his seat, but hadn’t stood yet. They stared at each other for a second and something wordless passed between them. Kevin took a step away from me and Ryan stood, both them looking at me, their cocks in their hands.
I wasn’t sure what to do then. I waited, still sprawled where I’d fallen on the couch, my skirt up around my waist, my legs open. Ryan approached me, his face now confident, all the disbelief gone from his expression, and I watched him stroke his cock as he came toward me.
“She’s already wet,” Kevin said to his brother. “Just fill her up and fuck her.”
For a second I was nervous—he looked so intent, his dark eyes even darker under his drawn brow, but when he reached for me he lifted me gently, turning me so my head was at the back of the couch, my hips at the very edge. He knelt in front of me and brought his cock to my open sex.
“Oh God,” I said excitedly as he pressed the thick head into the opening of my vagina. It was as much the thrill of what was happening as the pleasure I felt as he slowly eased his way inside me.
He was bigger than Kevin—and while I’d never had a complaint about Kevin’s cock, the sensations as my pussy stretched and yielded were so new and different I felt them in a way I never had before. I clutched the seat cushion beneath me and groaned as he worked his way deeper, filling me completely, bending my knees back so my feet were in the air.
He let out a long cry of pleasure from deep in his throat. “God,” he groaned, his head rolling on his neck as he pushed his hips against me, burying himself as deep as he could.
Kevin moved onto the couch beside me. He’d undressed completely now and was stroking his cock as he watched his brother draw himself out and push it deep again. He brought his hand down and spread my pussy lips open with his fingers, making all three of us groan.
“Look at that,” he said. His voice was thick with arousal. “Fuck. You have the most gorgeous cunt, baby. Look at your hard little clit.” He ran his finger over it and my hips bucked involuntarily, causing Ryan’s cock to hit deeper, making me cry out.
Kevin looked at me with an expression that was like a caress, so soft compared to his lusty expression of a moment before. I shivered and he bent to kiss me, swiping his tongue across my lower lip. “I love you, Colleen. You’re so fucking sexy.” He sucked my lip and made circles over my clit while Ryan started to move, drawing his hips forward and back, filling me slowly and completely.
Kevin kissed me until I was breathing fast. His finger was circling faster and Ryan was moving more quickly, filling me more suddenly, his face red, his expression wild.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come again,” he groaned in disbelief.
“Oh baby—he’s fucking you,” Kevin said in awe. “Filling you up…oh God…you’re gonna come too, aren’t you?”
Kevin sounded on the verge of coming himself. I glanced at his face and he tried to smile, but couldn’t, clearly he was more turned on than he’d ever been. He looked back to my pussy, and I looked too, moaning as Ryan adjusted his hold on my legs, and started to move more quickly. He had a determined look on his face, sweat gathering at his hairline as he fucked me.
Kevin’s other hand was on his cock, stroking in the same rhythm as Ryan’s thrusting hips.
“Come on, baby,” he said, watching my face. “You’re close…come on Ryan’s cock.”
Ryan swore, looking up at us, dragging his eyes reluctantly from the sight of his cock plunging into me.
“Jesus,” he said in breathy pant. “So fucking hot…”
“He’s fucking you, baby. So hard.”
I writhed, pleasure building to a painful intensity.
“Come on his cock,” Kevin said roughly. “Come on my brother’s cock.”
When my orgasm hit I was clutching the couch cushions desperately, staring up into Ryan’s sweaty face, straining to reach my peak from Kevin’s relentless stroking. I looked at him, saw him watching too, and felt my insides clench.
“Oh baby,” Kevin groaned, recognizing what was happening. “Yes, Colleen, you’re gonna come. He’s fucking you so hard. He’s making you come.”
I gasped and whimpered as the pulsing began, my pussy clutching at Ryan’s thick cock even as he continued driving into me with force. He echoed my cry of “Oh God” and stopped for a second while the muscles of my vagina spasmed and pulsed around his penis.
“Colleen…” he said in an awed voice. Then his attention was drawn to Kevin who was still stroking his cock, clearly very close to his own orgasm. He swore and began thrusting into me again, quickly reaching a fevered pace, breathing fast as he fucked me.
Kevin’s excitement was palpable. “Fuck her, Ryan,” he encouraged, still stroking himself. “Fuck her hard.”
Ryan needed no more encouragement—he lifted my hips and held them as he thrust. He was going to come again; I could see it in his face. I held onto the couch, my legs bobbing above me, my whole torso folded uncomfortably as he angled his cock to drive down into me from above. I cried out, he groaned, and with a savage thrust that brought a growl from deep in his chest, he came.
He shook against me, thrusting a few more times, his breathing erratic, sweat streaming down his face. He stayed inside me for a few seconds after his cock had stopped pulsing, and then slowly drew back.
Kevin was on me in a heartbeat, grabbing me greedily and pulling me toward him on the couch. He was inside me the next instant, pressing me down into the cushions with his weight, his body hot and slick with sweat.
“You looked so sexy,” he said with a growl. “Getting fucked like that.”
He went up on his knees, pulling my hips with him, and started to thrust in a steady rhythm. He wouldn’t last long, I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he came. He’d waited all this time, postponing his orgasm so he could come inside me.
“Oh baby,” he gasped. His face was full of emotion, mostly lust, but there was tenderness there too—somewhere under his animal need to fuck the shit out of me. “Baby, you feel so good.”
Ryan was still kneeling on the floor, recovering from his orgasm and watching his brother plunging his cock where his own had been just a moment before. He moved toward me and to my surprise, he bent his head and kissed me softly on the mouth. Kevin’s thrusting made my whole body jump, but Ryan held my head still and gave me a deep, soft kiss that I felt all the way through me. He slid one hand to my breast and circled my nipple with a light touch.
Kevin swore, thrilled by what he saw.
I lay completely passive as the two brothers’ attention clashed and overlapped, confusing me with sudden jolts of solid pleasure that were layered with a more subtle sensation of warmth building inside me. I moaned and sighed, my eyes moving from Ryan’s face to Kevin’s.
“Oh don’t stop,” I said suddenly, realizing how intense the sensation inside me had grown. “Don’t stop—I want to come again.”
Both of them groaned in reply. Kevin slowed his thrusts, but I could see it took some effort for him to hold off. Ryan moved his mouth to my breast and licked and sucked my nipple, his hand moving to cover the other breast. I ran my fingers through his hair again, pressing his mouth to my breast, and stared up at Kevin.
“Colleen…” he whined. “Tell me when…tell me when I can move.”
I sighed as the action of Ryan’s tongue sent sparks of pleasure zipping through me. I twisted my hips looking for the magic position, making Kevin groan. He moved a hand to my clit and trapped it under his thumb. He pressed hard, making slow circles against the erect flesh.
I squirmed, arched my back, dug my fingers into Ryan’s scalp, and gasped.
“Now, Kevin—”
The words weren’t even all the way out of my mouth before Kevin’s hips drew back and slammed against me. My body bounced and Ryan’s teeth closed over my nipple, making me cry out so shrilly it was nearly a screech. Kevin howled and my pussy clenched again, milking his cock as he held himself tight, his cock spurting deep inside me.
We cried out in chorus, a tangle of curses and praises, both of us throbbing against the other, our pleasure joined in the most intimate pulse.
Ryan brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me softly before sitting back on his heels. I looked at him and he smiled, making my heart swell.
Kevin panted, shaking his head so his long hair hung over his face. I watched his chest and belly rise and fall in a quick rhythm. He shivered once, made a keening sound, and slowly relaxed his hold on my hips, letting them sink to the surface of the couch again. He drew himself out and collapsed on top of me, pressing his sweaty face to my neck, panting as he kissed me.
He rested there for a second and I felt his hammering heart gradually slow. When he pushed up on his arms to look at me, a grin spread across his face. He looked me over for a few seconds and then turned his head, looking at Ryan who was still kneeling on the floor by the couch. “You just fucked my girlfriend,” he said grinning.
For a second Ryan looked uncertain. Then he smiled too, his face reflecting his brother’s like a mirror.
“I told you it would cheer him up,” Kevin said, grinning. He ran a sweaty palm over me, closing it over my breast. His eyes flicked from my face to his brother’s and his smile grew wider, his voice full of amusement when he spoke.
“Want to do it again?”