And when I release into her mouth and she swallows me down, all the stresses that reverberate in my head slip away, if only for a moment.
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There is absolutely nothing hotter than feeling a woman’s pussy contracting in waves around my fingers and my tongue. The smell of her arousal. The softness of her body. The sounds she makes.
My dick is like a baton, but I haven’t even squeezed it for a little relief. I’ve been fixed on Sandy and making her feel good.
Somewhere behind me, Arden has come. He needed to go first. I love my brother, and I understand him through and through. His dyslexia has been like an open wound in his chest his whole life. It makes him feel less-than, and so I’m happy to step aside if it makes him feel better.
Sandy raises up, and I sit, taking in the overwhelmingly perfect view of her peachy ass as she rests her head on Arden’s knee. He’s sitting with his hand over his cock, and a glazed look on his face, like Sandy sucked the life out of him through the straw of his dick.
Sandy looks wrecked too. I gave her my best, and she felt it. I reckon her legs are like jelly.
I move closer, running my hand down her smooth back, lingering where her waist tapers, tracing the dimples on her hips and the swell of her ass. She sighs gently as I kiss my way down her spine, reaching around to slide the strap of her bra down. When she turns, and our eyes meet, she’s still dazed with pleasure.
“Use a condom,” she says. There’s one in my wallet on the couch, which I find quickly, and slide it over my length, shucking off my jeans and underwear. I don’t want anything between us that isn’t a necessity.
Sandy’s panties slide easily over her hips, and she shuffles from side to side so I can remove them. We kiss softly, and her lips are still a little puffy, which feels good.
She touches my chest, following the line between my abs, over my navel and lower, gently rolling my balls in her hand. “You made me feel so good,” she whispers. “Let me do that for you too.”
“I’ll make you feel good again,” I say, my lips twitching as her lids drift closed at just the thought. “And Arden’s going to watch.”
As I take my place behind Sandy, my hands are jittery. Every bit of restraint I can muster tells me to go slow. This is our first time together and she’s already been fucked by three of the men in this house. I don’t want to hurt her. I want this to be good for both of us. There will never be another first time.
I know I’ve made her wet enough to take me, and when I notch at her entrance, it’s Sandy who pushes back until I’m halfway in her tight, slick heat.
“Fuck,” I hiss, as my balls draw high and tight. “Do you know how good you feel? Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this since you first walked in the door?”
Sandy sighs, her hand reaching behind to seek mine. Our fingers dance over each other, linking and gripping as I move slowly inside her. I curl over, kissing the back of Sandy’s delicate neck and running my fingers down her spine. Just because I’m behind her doesn’t mean this can’t be intimate.
Her other hand is supporting her, resting on Arden’s knee. He plays with her fingers, too, stroking them gently as he palms his cock, watching everything.
Maybe some men would find it uncomfortable to do this kind of thing in the presence of their brother, but it’s never been like that for us. We’ve been together since the day our single cell split into three. We are each other in a strange way that I can’t really ever explain to an outsider. When I look at my brothers, I see my own reflection.
Sometimes I describe that we’re one bar of chocolate that has been snapped into three pieces—slightly different shapes but mostly the same.
“Does that feel good?” Arden asks Sandy, cupping her cheek. I think he’s stroking over her bottom lip because it takes her a while to answer.
“So good,” she murmurs.
“Is my brother fucking your sweet pussy?” he asks.
Sandy nods, her pussy squeezing around my cock from listening to Arden’s dirty talk.
“One day…not today because we need to work you up to it…one day, we’re both gonna fuck you in that pretty little pussy at the same time. Would you like that?”
I know she likes it before she moans. Her pussy contracts like a vice around me. We really would have to work up to that. She’s so tight and good, and I’m starting to lose my rhythm from the pleasure beginning to pool.