CHAPTER 10
EMILIO
I wake up to voices. Low and muffled through the wall. Not my wall. Massimo’s. I know that sound. I’ve heard it every night since we were kids. He’s getting off. But he’s not alone. Screwing someone while I’m on the other side, stuck with an itchy leg encased in plaster.
The road rash sucks. The broken leg sucks. The whole ‘takes me twenty minutes to shit’ thing? Sucks. I’m tired of all the effort it takes just to exist. But I’ll be damned if I let it stop me from seeing who he’s fucking without me.
After too many sweaty, grunting, curse-filled minutes, I finally haul my ass upright and hobble toward the door. Not exactly stealth mode. I sound like a herd of elephants with asthma. So much for sneaking. And then I hear her moans. Louder the closer I get. Even louder when I push my door open. By the time I creak open his door, it’s like damn surround sound.
My balls tingle. My breath stops. My eyes bug out. My heart slams against my ribs.
It’s Sofia.
My angel is getting eaten out by my bro. It’s impressive he bagged her. I wasn’t sure for a hot minute if this day would ever come. Now it’s here and hotter than I jacked off to. She has one hand on his head, pushing it down. Good, smother him with that juicy pussy.
The other grips the pillow behind her head. She’s got a tiny white top on. Her brown nipples push against it. I want to suck the milk out of them. Her thick caramel thighs are spread wide as fuck. When Mas leans away, his fingers buried deep inside her, I see her skin is darker around her pussy. Like a fucking bull’s eye for my tongue. No wonder my twin is motorboating her. I’d be all fucking in it. Eating her from ass to clit and back.
I lean against the doorframe, my good leg holding me up while the other throbs like a bitch. I don’t care. The sight in front of me is worth every fucking second of discomfort. Sofia’s back arches, pushing her tits higher, and I can’t help but lick my lips, imagining the taste of her.
My cock hardens like a fucking flagpole. Fucking Mas, getting to taste her first. I hate it. I tug my basketball shorts down, get my chubby out, and start stroking it in time with his fingers inside her.
He looks up, his face glistening with her juices, and smirks at me. Bastard knows I’m dying to be in there with them. He winks and dives back in. His tongue lapping at her like a man starved. Sofia’s moans fill the room, her hips grinding against his face, and I can’t take it anymore.
I hobble closer, my cock tenting my sweats. Sofia’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and she gasps. But she doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. Both know I’m fucking here. Watching and waiting. It’s so unfair.
“Mas, share,” I groan, hungry. “I want her too.”
I shuffle forward. My shorts snagged on the top of my cast, making it harder to shuffle closer.
“Fuck your fist.”
His answer sucks. But he goes back to eating her like fucking Thanksgiving dinner. Moans pour out of her, but her eyes are locked on my cock. A teasing smile on her lips.
“My angel. Do you want to watch me fuck my fist while Massi eats that pretty pussy?” I lean against the wall, spit into my palm, and start stroking. She’s mesmerized. “Tell my brother he’s a good boy.”
Her eyes shift to him. He stops licking her cunt, waiting as I am. It’s hot and tense. She holds the power. Can decide everything right fucking now. It makes my cock tighter and grow longer. We’re a solid seven inches and very girthy. But right now, I feel like my cock’s at least twelve. Pulled so far away from my body, like he’s watching her getting finger fucked too. It’s cool as shit.
“Tell him with both sets of fat lips.”
Her hips move faster. The sound of my brother’s mouth sucking and fingers plunging in and out has her screaming when she finally comes. It’s laced with Spanish words and is too fucking hot, I start leaking into my hand. Not coming yet, but close. Mas goes into overtime. Getting rougher and sloppier.
“That’s it, baby. Let him hear you scream.” My hand pumps faster, but I want more. “Fuck her, Mas. Harder. Don’t let up. I want to see her legs shake.”
Bro doesn’t need encouragement.
He’s already relentlessly assaulting her cunt. She’s a screaming, soaked, wiggling mess. It’s like watching porn but in real life. His hand is a blur as he fucks her with his fingers. I can feel my orgasm at the edge. The tingling in my balls intensifies as I watch her come undone.
“You’ve got to let me see that ass. Flip her over.” I’d bite her if it weren’t such a fucking hassle shuffling over there with my cast, shorts, and stiff dick in my hand. “Hands and knees, Sof. Serve my brother some cake.”
Cinnamon roll cake with white cream-filled icing oozing out is what she is. I just need to spray my sprinkles on top. I’d fucking devour that every damn day of my life.
“Fuck Em, you’re going to make me come,” my brother groans, but I don’t care.
I’d flip her over and fuck both holes if I could. But he complies, helping her with her shaky legs. My heart hammers faster when I see how big and bubbly her ass is. Far more than a handful.
“Ahhh, fuck my angel,” I grunt when I see how sweaty her skin is. “Look at how fat it is. Mas, bite it for me. Tell me what she tastes like. I bet she tastes so fucking good. So sweet and salty. Ughhh.”
I’m fucking my fist raw. The skin is being tugged so damn fast, it’s painful, but I have to chase it. I’m too far gone. She’s perfect.
