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“That’s it, pips,” Caleb’s hot breath grazes the skin of your cheek, “love when you get like this, brainless and eager for cock.”
It takes everything in you to not scream, his big dick bullying itself a snug home inside your spasming walls as you teeter closer to the edge. He has you lying prone on your belly, your fingers twisting into the sheets as he fucks you from behind, his calloused hands digging deep into your love-handles keeping you still. You plop your face down with a high keen of your big brother’s name, a string of drool soaks the sheets while your hips arch to meet his as the bedpost rattles incessantly against the wall.
This all started with you growing desperate right when you were about to sleep for the night. You couldn’t handle the sopping wetness between your legs, deciding to push your shorts down and use your fingers to glide through your folds. Nothing had worked, and so, that’s how you found yourself quietly whimpering as you hobbled your way to your big brother’s door. All it took was two small knocks before he was in front of you, one glance before he gave you a smirk with promise and lead you back towards your room with a hand squeezing one of your asscheeks.
The memory abruptly fades into a wisp, it’s a hard thrust that knocks you out of your thoughts. You’re not quite sure how much more of his pounding you could take until you’re saved by the stutter of Caleb’s thrusts. He plunges once, twice, until you’re helpless against the battle of your eyes rolling back for another time. He doesn’t seem to let up even after that, rendering your pussy unable to do anything but ripple around his girth from the force of your orgasm — how many times does this make it?
Six, seven? You’ve long surpassed the point of remembering.
With how many rounds you’ve been going for, a frothy white ring had begun to form around Caleb’s cock, squelching each and every time he stirs up your guts. He makes his appreciation known by pumping his hips shallowly, eyes helplessly fixated on the sight; it’s the fact alone you’re making such a pretty sight for him, even as he ruins you now, through and through that drags a pitiful mewl out of you.
You’re definitely past the point of caring of being loud, however, that feeling of shame makes itself known even through the thick fog of pleasure clouding your mind.
“Enough, Caleb,” you say breathily with a hand pushing at his abdomen, “we should stop.”
Your words seem to snap him out of his trance, “Stop?” He roughly grabs your arm and pins it against your lower back, leaving you defenceless when he picks up the pace as your cunt squelches with every pump. “I think I prefer your answer down here more.”
“Big brother,” you cry out as he abruptly pulls out, leaving you clenching around nothing but air when your whole world tilts as you’re flipped onto your back.
“This tight fuckin’ hole just can’t get enough, keeps pulling me right in.”
With a low growl, Caleb’s hands are shoving at your thighs to spread them further apart, your ankles nearly touching your ears now; he has you positioned in a mating press and before you know it, he’s sinking his fat cock into your heat once more. Your eyes widen as you lose yourself in the view of where you’re both connected, his tip nudging deep against your cervix.
“He’s g’na wake up,” you frantically whisper up at him before turning into a sharp gasp as he bottoms out, never fully able to get used to how good he splits you open.
He doesn’t bother heeding your concerns before he’s railing into you harder than before, balls slapping against your ass with every plunge he takes. You’re helpless as moans and whimpers are punched out of you upon every jerk of his hips, arms flexing with the strength he has to keep you right where he wants you. It doesn’t help when Caleb dips down to your neck to trail possessive hickeys, his dog-tag necklace dangling in between the valley of your tits.
Your big brother breathes a chuckle into your skin, “You’re not putting up much of a fight for someone who wants to stop,” he looks down at you with a mischievous gleam to his eyes. “It’s like you want us to get caught with how loud this pussy’s crying for me.”
“Q-Quit it! He’s definitely going to hear—“
“—Look how wet you’re getting, hah… you’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Him catching us doing very bad, bad things with each other.” Your brother croons oh, so sweetly into your flushed ear, “Or better yet, why not have him join in on the fun?”
“W-What? No way,” You shake your head vehemently, “that’s— a-ah— ‘s wrong!”
“As if what we’re doing isn’t?” Caleb chuckles breathlessly, slowly losing himself to the feeling of you wrapped around him, “You don’t care how wrong it is,” his deft fingers reaching down to tease your puffy clit, “as long as big brother makes you feel good, right?”
You’re opening your mouth to say something, anything, however, it tapers off into a loud mewl as the tip of his cock nudges against the entrance to your womb. He’s digging deep into your guts like it’s nothing, and this is the part you hate the most — you’re never able to get enough. Your eyes are dazedly trained on the sight, you watch with infatuation as his fat dick sinks balls deep into your heat; too much so that you don’t even notice how the door to the room creaks open.
Caleb tilts his head in the direction of the newcomer, “‘Bout time,” he lazily says, not even stopping his hips.
You can feel the room’s temperature dip into a chill, paling as you very reluctantly dart your eyes to the gaping door. Of course, hovering between the threshold was Zayne, the infamous best friend of your dear brother.
“You were getting too loud, it’s almost impossible to sleep under these circumstances.”
“Ah,” Caleb breathes out, pumping into you harder with deep yet short thrusts, “and here I thought we were being quiet.”
A squeak is pulled from your throat, you’re stuck on the fact that Zayne has caught the two of you in the middle of committing a sin that you nearly forget about Caleb being very well lodged balls deep inside of you.
“Z-Zayne…! This i-isn’t—“
“—Don’t bother,” he replies almost as if he’s bored. It doesn’t take him long to reach the bed before he’s right at your side.
Caleb gives a small laugh, “You’re free to shut her up, you know.”
There’s no hiding anymore, not when your brother picks up the pace, and then he’s pounding you into the mattress once more. Your bed squeaks as your moans ricochet off the walls as you’re helpless to his ministrations, tears gathering in your eyes from both humiliation and arousal. You can’t help yourself when you bounce against his thrusts, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Caleb nails that spot inside you that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
“Pretty girl,” Zayne’s voice murmurs, barely hearing him over the sound of your own moans, “what a sight you make, taking it so good for us.”
You can feel yourself going limp with the feeling of getting fucked, fingers scrambling for purchase into your sheets. You nearly miss the rustling sound of Zayne pushing his pants down so he can poke at the seam of your lips with his cock. He’s not as thick as your brother, however, he’s long and pretty when he’s in front of your groggy gaze. The tip is an angry red with precum dribbling down the shaft, he looks so hard that it hurts.
Only one thought echoes through your head and that is to relieve him of his pain, and so you palm at his length without any hesitation. Giving him a bat of your eyelashes with your big brother still fucking you, you open your mouth to guide Zayne in. Above you, he knocks his head back as the warmth of your throat slithers around his cock.
“That’s it,” he whispers in encouragement, “just like that, our good girl.”
You whimper with your eyes fluttering shut, losing yourself as your tongue swirls around his shaft as your hand jerks the rest of his cock off. He’s too long to fit in your mouth, but you can only take so much anyway as Caleb is still pounding away into your sopping wet cunt.
“Fuck, attagirl,” Caleb grunts with a smack to your thigh, “keep tightening up and I’m gonna bust all in this pussy.”
Whereas Caleb is rough, Zayne is there to soothe; his chilling hands are there to grope your tits, roaming over the supple skin as you bob your head back and forth on his girth. Drool sloppily leaks out of the corner of your mouth and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head, body rocking with the motions of getting railed by Caleb and pleasuring Zayne. You try the best of your ability to get him off, hand curling around him as well as fondling with his balls — the areas where you can’t reach when your throat is being used like nothing more but a cocksleeve.
Zayne knocks his head back, “Shit— you’re so— good for us, good for me.”
“Fuckin’ whore, look at you. One cock ain’t enough for ‘ya?”
You can’t speak, your thighs are knocked back further, ankles reaching the tips of your own ears as you’re folded in half. Caleb’s tip penetrates your womb and you can only wail with Zayne bucking his hips relentlessly into your mouth. His pace grows faster and faster until he holds your head still, taking his pleasure for himself as you’re turned into a mere fleshlight between the two men you love in your whole lifetime — there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
You feel your cunt gush with squirt all over Caleb’s lower half, loud squelches overwhelm the room as you wail the best you can when Zayne releases his load deep in your throat. He lodges himself into the depths of your mouth, spurt after spurt going down the hatch.
You cough once, twice when he pulls out, and then you’re whining up at your mean brother, “C-Caleb,” you mewl, “big brother, please…!”
“Not very fair when you get to cum and I don’t,” he chuckles meanly, “don’t be so greedy, pips. Now, shut up and take it.”
Your last resort is turning to Zayne, you can barely make him out in your watery gaze. You find him looking down at you already with a soft gaze, however, his next words are a final push of the nail in the coffin of your fate.
“You were doing so good for us, love,” his hand softly brushes away the beads of sweat from your forehead, “you can’t act all spoiled now.”
“He’s being too r-rough— mnngh…!”
“Shh, shh, shh,” Zayne soothes, “but that’s how you like it, sweetheart. Who else could fuck you so well, if not your dear big brother?”
You squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh truth, gritting your teeth as you teeter over the line of another damning orgasm.
“He didn’t grant me the permission of getting inside this tight cunt,” he continues murmuring, “you belong to him, don’t you, pretty girl?”
“Fuck, she just got wetter,” Caleb breathes with a grunt, “that right, lil’ sis? You know who owns this pussy, no one else can come close to this cunt unless it’s me.”
“Ahh— yes, yes…! Only— big brother can fuck this pussy…!”
Caleb moans with his release, shooting deep inside your womb as your words push him over the edge. He wastes no time to kiss you deeply, groaning at the salty taste of your tongue that still undoubtedly holds Zayne’s. When he lets you go, you flop down onto your mattress with a huff.
“That was a little weird,” you giggle breathlessly, “and hot.”
“You’re cute,” Zayne fondly says, petting your head before he’s moving to leave.
“Wait,” Caleb calls after him.
Your brother’s friend pauses mid-step, turning to you both once more. Their eyes seem to hold a silent conversation, something you can’t understand now with the mind blowing sex you just went through, so you take matters into your own hands. You grasp onto Zayne’s cold wrist in one hand and reach for Caleb with the other. You tug them both down with you so you’re snuggled up between them despite being all sweaty.
“We’re all adults here,” you grin as you get comfortable under the blanket, “we can share, right?”
“Not sure if you remember the saying, lil’ sis,” Caleb clicks his tongue, “but an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“That’s if you throw it hard enough,” Zayne rebukes.
You’re nearly drifting off to sleep by the time tension rises, so you give them a whack on their arms to get your point across. Reluctantly, they snuggle in too, and you fall asleep with a soft smile grazing your lips.