“Face down, baby. Let’s show Em what he’s missing.”
Fuck if she doesn’t sink her body into the mattress. Her eyes are glassy, but she is looking over her shoulder at me. Mas, naked, hard as fuck with a reddish-purple cock moves to the side. Gives me the whole damn view of perfection. Like cinnamon toast crunch, where it’s lighter in some parts, darker in others. Her two holes are coated in toasted cinnamon. One glistening and needing a cream pie. The other is dry as a fucking bone and needs love. I fucking love Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
“Eat her ass, Mas. She needs it.” I shift forward, my cock dribbling. “Sof, tell him, he’s a good boy for eating creamy donut holes.”
He doesn’t hesitate to dive in. I shuffle forward. My fist rockets back and forth so fast. Her moans are a damn symphony. Bouncing off the walls and landing straight into my eardrums. But my brother, damn that guy, is taking his time. Slow and steady. He’s always been more that way. I’d slam into her over and over again. Make her scream, whereas he makes women moan. It’s hot as fuck.
My chubby is spilling jizz everywhere. Fighting my brain to come when I want this to last forever. Her hand curls into a fist, eyes glued to mine. Her body convulsing away from his deep tongue. Then pushing back into it for more.
“You little freak, my angel. Love my brother’s tongue stuffed in your no-no hole.” His fingers plunge into her pussy. Pumping so fucking fast that I match his pace. “Like a fucking dream.”
Sweat rolls down her cinnamon skin. Catching in the blue glow of the pool waves from outside, her skin glows. She looks angelic as she lets devilish things happen to her. It’s like the best porno in the fucking world.
“Come for me. Let me drink it,” Mas mutters against her soft body. His nose is buried in her ass, his mouth working around his fingers. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her mouth falls open. The only sound is an agonizing moan that goes on forever.
“Fuck that sounds painful.”
Because it does. Like she hasn’t come in forever. Then she screams and floods my brother’s face. Squirting like a damn hose all over him. He’s shocked. I’m shocked. I come without fucking knowing it. My hand freezes. My chubby spewing like a volcano after seeing her release. Even Massi is tugging like a madman on his chubby. Getting it to blow with us. He jizzes all over his bed. Not even fast enough to drizzle all over her back.
“Top that, twin,” he taunts.
Looking at me with his face soaked with her juices. They run off the edge of his chin. His shit eating grin pisses me off.
“No fair. I make them scream. You make them moan. That’s the deal.”
I pout, shuffling to the edge of the bed. Wanting to get on it and taste her. Drink her like him. But my cast, shorts, and chubby are all done for.
She’s mumbling under her breath. Words I don’t know. But Mas, like a fucking shithead, keeps going. Doesn’t let up on her pussy. Brutalizes it more. Pulls more out of her. Not the blow it was before, but dribbles adding to the pool of her juices on his sheets.
“Ay,” she whispers, dazed and confused.
She moves those sweet holes away from my brother. I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t even get a taste, so he can be done too. He doesn’t care. He nips her ass and collapses beside her. Giving me a full view of her thick thighs and fat ass, her small waist, sweat glistened back, and wild curly hair.
“Ah, come on. Where do I get to lie?”
“The wet spot.”
He smirks, knowing full well I will.
“Cool by me. I’ll lie in her juices. Bathe in them, drink the sheets, and use her ass as my pillow. Sounds like a perfect night to me.”
I turn and aim my bare ass at the bed. Wipe my cum crusted hand on the sheets and struggle to remove my shorts. Sofia is done for. A slight smile on her face. Her eyes aren’t squeezed tight, but still closed. She can yell at me all day, every day, if our nights end like this.
“Scoot over, Mas, make room.”
He backs up to the edge of the bed. Grabs her around the waist and tugs her into him. She groans but doesn’t fight him. She wiped out in the best way. Still on her stomach, I shove in beside her, ignoring the discomfort from my road rash.
True to my word, I snuggle up to her body. My cheek pressed against the top of her crack, breathing in her scent. My chubby comes back to life. Wanting to separate her cheeks and shove him in, but I settle for stroking through her folds. Feeling her softness for the first time and groaning loud enough for everyone to hear my frustration.
“She’s asleep, Em. Leave her be. She had a bad day.”
“I am,” I defend, but we both know I’m not.
My fingers have a mind of their own. My chubby too, which is poking into her leg. Wanting to poke somewhere else. I inch closer, the wet spot running toward me now. It hits my side, slips beneath me, and drenches my skin. She smells fresh. Her skin, her cum, and her wetness. Must be her diet. But damn if I don’t like them with a bit of flavoring. Like, no shower after working. I’d eat that shit up all night.
“I want her, Mas.”
Silence.
