Authors: Vivian Leigh
He watched her standing there, naked in the middle of the room. “Okay. What should I do with this?” He gestured toward the condom still clinging to his diminished cock.
She crossed the room to her desk and pulled out the trashcan beneath it. “Drop it in here. I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
He peeled off the condom with a pop, and let it fall into the can. She folded an empty envelope over it, just in case.
“So how was it?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, who’s a better fuck? Me or my brother?”
Dylan laughed uncomfortably. “I don’t know. It was pretty different.”
“Six of one, half a dozen of the other?”
“Something like that.” He slid his legs into his shorts and pulled them up, tucking his dick inside.
“So you want to try again tomorrow?”
“I don’t know.” He pulled on his t-shirt.
“You don’t know? I take your cherry and all I get is ‘I don’t know?’ What kind of guy are you?”
“A tired one. And one that doesn’t want to get kicked out.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine. It’s not like Robbie can complain.”
“Good night, Amanda.”
She waited for him to leave, then flopped onto her bed when the door closed.
The room smelled like sex, and her motor was still purring. There wasn’t going to be any chance of sleep until she put it to rest. Another trip to the nightstand brought her her favorite purple vibrator. It wasn’t as good as a hard man, but it would have to do the job. With a sigh, she turned it on and lay back onto the mussed sheets.
F
AMILY came in from all over Wisconsin and Illinois for Thanksgiving. Uncle Chester and Aunt Marge even flew in from Florida. Amanda and her mom had to go pick them up in Milwaukee.
Dylan moved his stuff up to Robbie’s room, and while he was ostensibly sleeping on a pallet on the floor, she had heard some noises late at night that made her think otherwise. The fact that he hadn’t expressed any further interest in a second tryst only made her more suspicious.
Amanda made her way through the throng of people toward the kitchen. The smell of roast turkey hung thick in the air with the sweet scents of pies and marshmallows adding a mouth-watering undercurrent.
“Sure smells good, doesn’t it, honey?” Aunt Margaret said when she caught sight of her.
“Uh huh. Have you seen Robbie?”
“Oh, he’s out back with the boys. They found them a football.”
“Great, thanks.” She wound her way through the kitchen, taking care not to make eye contact with her mother lest she be drafted into buttering rolls or chopping sausages or something.
Outside, a dozen or so cousins were lined up. Dylan hunched over the ball, his ass up in the air. Robbie’s hands were snugged up so close under Dylan it looked like they were doing something
really
kinky.
“Hut. Hut hut,” Robbie called.
Dylan snapped the football into Robbie’s waiting hands. Boys on both sides of the ball ran around in a disorganized rabble. Dylan held off Earl, a fifteen year old cousin from Chicago, while Robbie lofted a pass into the far corner of the yard. It glanced off a branch and fell harmlessly short of its intended target.
“Nice throw, Detroit!” she yelled from the porch.
“Oh, that’s low, Robbie,” Earl said. “You gonna take that from her?’
“You think you can do better?” Robbie said to her. “Get on down here.”
Tightening her shoelaces, she grinned. “Of course.”
Robbie tossed her the ball as she crossed the yard. “Show us what you can do.”
“You go wide left and run a skinny post. Dylan, keep Earl off me. Pete, go about ten yards out on the right side, then slant to the left corner.”
Pete cocked an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“The rest of you can do whatever.” She turned to Dylan and whispered, “On five.”
He crouched over the ball again, and she slid her hands into position under him. Heat radiated from his crotch. His ass wiggled, rubbing her knuckles across his camo fatigues.
“Hut. Hut Hut.” She stared at Earl, daring him to cross the line early. “Hut. HUT!”
Dylan thrust the ball into her hands and jumped out at Earl. She took two steps back, caught Pete’s eye, faked a throw, then fired a pass right over Earl’s head and into Robbie’s outstretched hands. Robbie sprinted the last fifty feet to the end of the yard with two of the younger cousins hanging off him.
“Touchdown!” Robbie called from the end zone.
“Nice throw, hon,” her mother’s voice said from behind her.
“Hey, Mom. You want to play, too?”
“I don’t think Earl could take it if I embarrassed him. Listen, can you run to the store and get some ice?”
“Uh, I guess.”
“Hey, Robbie, go with your sister and get a couple bottles of pinot noir.”
Robbie trotted back over, tossed the football to Pete. “Right now?”
“Please? The food will be ready in about forty-five minutes.”
“Alright.”
Amanda went to the porch and took the twenty dollar bill her mother offered. Robbie followed her into the house. “Let me get my keys,” she said.
“Sure.”
Five minutes later they were in the car and on their way.
“So what’s up with you and Dylan?” Amanda asked.
“What do you mean?”
“How long have you been fucking him?”
“What? Are you insane?” He tried to sound shocked, but it came off as defensive.
“Are you? Can’t you get kicked out of the Corps if anyone finds out?”
“Why would you even say that?”
“Because I caught you. I saw it with my own eyes Sunday morning. And I heard it again last night.”
Robbie’s mask of indignation collapsed, his face scarlet, his eyes wide. “You can’t tell anyone. Don’t even it say it out loud.”
“Christ, Robbie, I’m not going to rat on you. I just want to know what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t know. The first time I was drunk. He just went down on me and the next thing I knew…”
“You weren’t drunk last night.”
“Well, the first time wasn’t Sunday, either. We’ve been hooking up for a few months, whenever we knew we’d have some privacy.”
“You really have to be more careful. Mom and Dad are going to catch on.”
“I know,” he whispered.
She pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot, parked the car in front of the grocery entrance. “Are you actually gay or…”
“Not really. Dylan might be, but—”
“He’s not.”
“Huh?”
“Well, he might be, but he’s… uh… sampled from the other dish.”
Robbie shook his head. “You didn’t fuck him, did you?”
“Maybe.”
He snorted. “Well, shit. Didn’t see that coming.”
They got out and headed inside. “What can I say, I like men in uniform.”
He shot her a look, half-surprise, half-question. “What’s that mean?”
She gave him her most innocent smile. “Nothing. Nothing at all…”
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HE house was dark, and Amanda was on her way back from the restroom when she heard the grunting. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She stopped at Robbie’s door, pressed her ear to the wood. The sharp slap of skin on skin mixed with groans. The knob twisted under her touch. Unlocked. She edged the door open.
The slapping and groaning grew louder. Sex and sweat hung heavy in the air. Robbie’s back was to her, his legs and ass flexing with each thrust. Dylan lay across the bed on his stomach, his head toward the door.
“Oh, shit,” Dylan said.
“What?”
“The door, Robbie, the fucking door.”
Robbie twisted around, his hands still on Dylan’s hips. “Amanda, shut the door,” he hissed. “Get out of here.”
Her heart pounding, she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. Snicked the lock shut. Robbie was leaving in the morning, and she didn’t know if she would ever have another chance.
“What are you doing?” Robbie said. He panted, still out of breath. “Go… go to your room.”
“No.” She licked her lips, moved closer.
“What? Do you want to
participate
?” Dylan asked. A smile stretched across his face. “Hot.”
“You can’t come in here. This can’t happen again
.
” Robbie glanced around, looking for help that didn’t exist.
“Again?” Dylan asked. “You mean, you two…”
“Yeah,” Robbie whispered. “We did.”
She unbuttoned the flannel shirt that passed as her pajama top. Let it fall to the floor. “We’re not actually related by blood.”
Robbie had pulled out, stood there with his cock erect between them. He was only inches away, heat radiating from his body. Each breath shifted her hair. “This is a bad idea.”
She pushed him in the center of the chest, sending him stumbling back onto the bed. Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, she shimmied out of her pants.
“I don’t care. Not anymore.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Robbie asked.
“Are you? Anyone could have caught you.”
“And they can’t catch you? What do you think would go down worse, me being bi or… or incest?”
She shrugged. “Six of one, half a dozen of the other, right, Dylan?”
He was sitting up now, and leaned over to slap Robbie on the leg. “Scoot over. Make some space.”
“I could lose you,” she said. “Any day I could get find out you’re dead in some godforsaken hellhole. Well, I’m not going to lose you without something to remember you by. Now scoot.”
She hopped up on the bed between them and grabbed Dylan by the dick. She reached for Robbie, but paused and took an extra second to peel off his condom and flick it to the floor. He held his breath the whole time.
“So what do you have in mind?” Dylan asked. He had a hand in her lap, his fingers massaging her thigh, occasionally sneaking down between her legs.
“I thought maybe you could finish what you started the other night.” She gave him one last squeeze, then turned her attention to Robbie. “I’ve been dreaming about this since you left for the Corps.” Her mouth plunged for his cock.
He tasted clean with a hint of salt. Sweat more than cum, though after a few strokes the flavor changed a little toward the latter. His shaft was thick and warm, his crown soft and velvet. She swirled her tongue around the edge of the crown, feeling his ridges. Her head bobbed as she worked up and down the length of his prick. Idly, in the back her head, she wondered where it had been since he’d left her. How many girls had sucked him? The devil on her shoulder wondered how many boys had, too.
She pushed her head lower until her nose was right in the curly forest of his bush. Twisting, she let his prick enter her throat, gagged against it, but kept it going. It flexed inside her. Tightened. It remembered.
Her ass hung up in the cool air, and Dylan stroked along her hips. Something pressed against her pucker, and for a second she thought he was going to try to fuck her like a man, but his tongue flicked against her, moving forward. He swirled around, flicked her nub, teased into her folds
Robbie’s breathing grew ragged. Each time he thrust into her throat, he tensed a little more. She lifted up and away, his prick coming out of her mouth with a pop.
“Why did you stop?”
“I want you inside me, but not this way.”
She turned around, made to lean over Dylan’s lap, but he raised a hand. “I’m good.” He slid out of the way, leaving her a pillow. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“What, are you going to fuck Robbie while he fucks me?”
“You got it in one.” He grabbed a condom from an open box on Robbie’s nightstand.
She crouched over the pillow, bunched it up under her chest with her ass up in the air again. Robbie reached for a condom. “Don’t,” she said. “Bareback.”
Robbie’s eyes went wide.
“I’m on the pill.”
He licked his lips. Looked at her ass. Hands shaking, he gripped her hips, got into position. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times,” he whispered.
“Me, too.”
He rubbed his tip across her folds, coating himself with her wetness. When he slid himself inside, her world turned upside down. Years of her fantasies were realized in an instant. She hissed out a long sigh into the pillow, squeezed herself around her brother. God, but she’d missed him.
The back of the bed shook as Dylan crawled behind Robbie. Her brother stopped deep within her, gasped. His prick flexed, feeling like it doubled in size.
“What was that?” she said.
“Dylan,” Robbie said through clenched teeth. He screwed his eyes shut and just held her.
Dylan’s thrusts came through Robbie, moving him within her. After a moment, he picked up the motion, the three of them moving as one.
Amanda reached back, felt the hardness of her brother’s thighs. Found his balls and cupped them. Dylan’s thrusts sent his sack slapping into her hand.
Heaven could hold no greater delights. She sighed, fulfilled at last.
Robbie’s dick grew harder, flexed inside her. Her hips burned with pressure as he squeezed them. He was close. Oh God, he was close.
Thrust, flex, thrust, squeeze. She rocked forward as his hips collided with her ass.
Shuddering and groaning, he came. His warm slickness filled her.
He sighed mightily and lowered himself to her back, one arm supporting him, the other wrapping around her. She sank into the bed, letting him bear her down until he lay on top, spent.
Dylan wasn’t done, though. He pressed Robbie into her rhythmically. Her brother’s breath blew warm and moist in her ear.
Dylan groaned, threw himself into Robbie harder and faster. He sucked in a breath, threw himself forward one last time, and let it hiss out. The bed shook.
The weight on her back eased as Dylan climbed off. Robbie pulled out and sat up, letting her roll over to her back to face him.
“That was lovely,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? That’s it?”
“I’m in shock, Amanda. I never expected this to happen again.”
“But you wanted it to.”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I did. And I want it to happen again. Soon.”
His eyes went wide.
“I’m not kidding. I want to enjoy you while I have you.”
Dylan came back over. “I’ll finish the job, if you want to wait a little bit.”