Caleb
Joelle is limp in our arms as Wade carries her upstairs. She’s boneless, flushed, and beautiful, like the storm of pleasure still hasn’t quite let her go. Who knows how many orgasms the buzzing butterfly gave her while we were finishing our day’s work? All I know is she’s ripe and ready for us to give her more.
Wade lays her out in the center of our bed, freeing her of her soaked panties and spreading her pretty thighs. He lifts the butterfly, and she groans. Underneath, her clit is swollen and red, tortured in the best way. My cock throbs, leaking precum, ready to make her scream my name and show her who she belongs to.
Wade shakes his head and exhales through his nose. “By the time we’re done with you, pretty girl, you’re gonna be in a pleasure coma.”
“Please, Wade,” she begs, and he hooks his thumb inside her and pushes upward. Her knees snap shut, and her bodytrembles. “Oh, god,” she moans, jerking as she orgasms all over again. That sound—raw, high and helpless—rips right through me. It’s mesmerizing to watch her body convulse so easily at my brother’s touch.
“She’s ready,” Wade says, confirming our earlier discussion.
Tonight, we’re going to claim her together. Share her in the most intimate way possible.
I climb onto the bed at Joelle’s side and stroke her pretty blonde curls away from her damp forehead. She stares up at me, eyes glazed and a little dazed.
“There you are, sweetheart. There you are.” I dip my head to kiss her, and she rolls close, seeking the warmth and solidity of my body and the safety of my arms.
The way she clings to me, even through her haze, wrecks me a little. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about trust. Surrender. Belonging.
I roll to my back, pulling her with me. The vibrating butterfly is still working, and when it presses against the underside of my cock, I groan with her. “I want to be inside you, Jo. Put me inside you.”
She shifts, lining up the head, rocking her hips to ease me deep and then deeper. Wade climbs behind her, kissing the dimples at the top of her spine, his big, work-rough hand gripping the back of her neck, urging her closer to me. She hisses, her body going totally still, as he rubs his thumb over her taint, circling her light little hole.
“Relax,” he says. “Relax, pretty girl. You can take us both. You’ll see.”
I pull out an inch, and he lines his dick against mine. “Ready?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes. Yes.”
That trembling yes hits me harder than a scream. She wants this. She wantsus.
My laughter dies in my throat as Wade pushes an inch inside her. “Just the tip,” he groans. “That’s all it is.” He kisses her spine, and she arches her back, pushing against both of us, working us deeper.
“That’s it, Jo. That’s it.”
I laugh again at the wrecked sound of Wade’s voice, as Joelle’s body spreads wide enough to take us both.
“Oh god,” she cries out. “Oh god… I’m so… full.”
Wade pulls out, then thrusts back in, earning a long, low groan from us all. I stroke Joelle’s cheek, kiss her pouty lips, swallow her cries as Wade speeds and the butterfly vibrates harder and faster. Her nipples leak milk onto my chest as my cock leaks precum inside her, lubricating the friction perfectly. This is everything I hope it would be: our perfect girl taking us both so well, it’s like we’ve been dancing this way forever.
Wade’s hand comes down on her ass before she comes, and the pulsing of her pussy is what yanks my brother and me over the precipice into the most intense orgasm of my life. The strained look on his face, which morphs into utter relaxation, tells me he feels the same.
Joelle collapses over me, her body twitching as she whimpers. Wade eases from inside her, and then I do, making sure to be careful.
She’s shaking a little, and I wrap my arms around her, anchoring her. Her skin is damp, her lashes wet with tears neither of us saw coming. But her smile—small, exhausted, and so radiant that my throat catches—is everything.
I unsnap the butterfly from her hip, easing it away from her body. She’s had enough, now. It’s time to let her restand recover.
Wade curls into her back, wrapping his arm around her chest so he can hold her left breast. She’s asleep, her breathing shallow and regular, before either of us can say a word about how much we love her.
“I knew she was the one from that first day,” Wade says, surprising me.
“Yeah?”
“She was so broken, but she held her chin high. And when she came just from my mouth on her nipples…”
I snort. “And the milk had nothing to do with it.”
