Bryson felt a little guilty for interrupting their alone time. He had intended to just listen for a little while, but when he heard Kaydon crying, he found he couldn’t leave the hallway. And when he heard Kaydon’s admission, and heard the rejection Kaydon felt, Bryson found his hand on the doorknob.
He tallied every mark on Kaydon’s body. Marks Adria had given him.
Marks he could no longer give.
Bryson watched her pushed Kaydon’s knees close to his chest.
Watched as she expertly pressed her fingers into Kaydon’s ass, fucking him, her black hair falling from her tightly wound bun.
With her other hand, she wrapped around Kaydon’s shaft.
“It feels so good filling your holes,” she said, and Bryson’s dick was instantly hard.
Pressing her thumb into Kaydon’s tip, she said, “When we get home, I’m gonna find a way to plug this hole. I’m going to force you to have an orgasm with me pluggingeveryhole.”
“Holy fuck,” he and Kaydon said at the same time.
“I’m going to use you whenever I want, take this little hole whenever I want,” Adria said, and Bryson could feel Kaydon was close.
“Open your mouth,” Adria said.
Kaydon barely parted his lips, and Adria was shoving her pre-cum-soaked fingers into him.
Bryson had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning.
“Put your mouth on your brother,” Adria said to him, and Bryson didn’t need to be told twice.
Licking Kaydon’s shaft, Adria’s torso pressed into them from above. Kaydon gagged and convulsed under him.
“You are ours,” Adria said, and Bryson felt a warmth growing in his chest.
“We own you,” she said.
“We ruin you,” she said, and Kaydon spasmed into the back of his throat.
“Keep going,” Adria said to him, and Bryson doubled his efforts.
“I’ll use any of your holes anytime I want,” she said from above Bryson.
Adria made Kaydon come twice more before she finally collapsed next to Kaydon.
Bryson wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck.
“You aren’t responsible,” she said again to Kaydon while petting his head.
Bryson thought it would make him sad, seeing her take care of Kaydon in all the ways Bryson knew he no longer could, but instead he felt more resolved in his decision to give her the reins. She could handle it.
Adria pressed her forehead into Kaydon’s. Bryson could hear her whispering to him. No doubt, words of encouragement.
Soon it was clear Kaydon had fallen asleep, his slack body taking in all the sensations of the afternoon’s events. It was like a festering wound that Adria had cut out. She had burned it away. Chasing away all the feelings that had been eating at Kaydon’s insides. Feelings so intense that Kaydon was willing to claw off his own skin to find relief.
Bryson knew that feeling.
Adria settled back into Bryson’s arms, her hand still petting Kaydon.
“You aren’t responsible either,” she said, just for him.
Bryson moved to her ear and said, “And neither are you.”
