by Vivian Leigh
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.”
She looked him over, admired the hard muscles of his chest, the thick sausage between his legs. “Deal. You both can.” She leaned back on the bed, crossed her arms behind her head. “It’s going to be a long night, boys. You can sleep on the plane tomorrow.”
Send Off
AMANDA stood in the airport beside her dad. Tears streamed down her mom’s face as she gave Robbie one last hug. “You be safe, you hear me?”
“I will, Mom.” He squeezed her back. “I will.”
“Bye, Robbie,” Amanda said. “You come back to me in one piece.”
“Get over here.” He let go of her mom and caught her in his arms.
“I’m going to miss you,” she told him.
“I’ll miss you, too, sis.”
She let him go, wiped away a tear. “Be safe. You, too, Dylan.”
“I’ll try.” He grinned, shrugged, a picture of innocence.
“Alright, boys, you better get moving, or you’re going to miss your flight,” he dad said.
Robbie hefted his backpack and adjusted the straps. Dylan copied him. “Thanks for letting me stay with you folks. And thanks for all the memories.” He looked at her as he said it.
“It was our pleasure,” her mom said.
“Absolutely,” Amanda agreed. “You feel free to come back any time.”
They each waved goodbye, then jogged off down the corridor side by side.
“He seems like such a nice boy,” her mom said as they walked back out to the car.
“He is,” Amanda said. “He really is.”
It was going to be a long winter waiting on her brother to come back home again, but at least she’d been able to spend time with him. And it had been a good time. Good memories. Better than she’d expected, and almost as good as she’d imagined. Whatever happened in Afghanistan, whether it be to the boys or between the boys, nothing could ever take away those memories.
About the Author
Vivian Leigh is a mild mannered CPA by day and a raunchy smut slinger by night. She enjoys chocolate ice cream, pretty sunsets, gang bangs and chianti.
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