by Brill Harper
Penelope leans over me, sinking all the way to the base of my dick. I feel her tongue work against the bottom of my shaft and something tight presses against my tip.
Her throat. God damn.
She makes three more trips along my saliva-coated dick before she pulls away to give Shane the same treatment. She trades between us a few more times. I watch Shane fuck her mouth when it’s his turn.
I love the way he watches her. He really is completely in awe of her. She looks at me, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, and I don’t care how perverted I am, I love watching the two of them. I love making eye contact with her when he’s in her mouth. My dick twitches greedily.
Shane’s blue eyes meet mine, and he tilts his head a moment. For once I can’t read his thoughts. He pops out of her mouth, and she comes back to my aching cock.
"Are you ready to be fucked, Velma?" he asks. "Are you ready to suck that hard dick in front of you while another drives into you from behind?"
"Oh, fuck yeah," she moans and drops her face to my crotch.
Shane pushes in close behind Penelope as her tongue flicks against my balls until she dives back over my shaft. She makes a mewling sound around my dick that vibrates to my fucking soul, and her mouth moves on my cock as Shane fucks her with long smooth strokes of his hips.
I can’t believe we’re doing this in my childhood bed. What would it be like in her childhood bed? Does she have a girly room back home? With pink and lace and unicorns?
If she does, it’s because someone else picked it out for her. My girl probably has posters of mitochondria and a chart of the elements.
Shane picks up speed. The slap of his hips hitting hers is probably too loud. I scoop her hair in my hands and pile it on her head, so I can get a better look.
"You're amazing, Penelope," I whisper. "And so damn beautiful."
Shane and I both sense she’s getting tired, so he pulls back from her.
We get her on her back, and she smiles and holds her arms out to me.
I dropped to my knees between her spread legs, and Shane kneels at her head, his erection bobbing over her face. She arches her neck to put it in her mouth.
I grab a pillow and hold it out to Shane. He nods at the offer and lifts her head to slide it under her neck and shoulders. “Don’t want our girl hurting herself,” he says.
I press my lips against her swollen pussy, my nose against her brown curls. I love the way she smells and tastes. She was made to be my feast.
I kiss. I suck. I slurp. I run the tip of my tongue between her juicy lips until I spear it deep inside her. “I love your pussy so much, Penelope. It’s all for us. You’re the best thing that ever happened to us.”
Shane shifts around so he is sliding his dick across her mouth like it’s the slit of her pussy. I munch on her while I watch the incredible show.
"I need your cock," she whispers to me. "I need to feel you in me."
I rise above her, her juices coating my mouth and chin. “I know what you need, sweetheart.”
"Please," she whines. "Please, fuck me."
I toy with her, rubbing the head of my cock around her pouting pussy lips. She mewls, impatient.
“Hush, bad girl. You’ll wake up the whole house and everyone will know what naughty things you’re doing with two boys.” She pants and slurps on Shane’s cock in response.
“That’s a good girl. Look at you, begging for two cocks.”
“God, I’m such a slut. Please fuck me.”
I push inside her and lunge hard.
“Oh, God. I love it when you do that.” She’s trying to keep her voice down, and it’s a struggle. “You’re so strong and rough. I love it.”
Shane knee-walks back to the top of Penelope’s head. She guides his angry-looking dick back into her mouth as I thrust into her again and again. Her breasts wobble with each thrust of my hips. Shane reaches out and begins kneading her fleshy tits.
Shane and I find our rhythm together and fuck her mouth and pussy between us as she writhes and moans and digs her heels into my back. I’m still not happy with the angle of her neck. "Turn her over."
She rolls to her hands and knees, and I thrust into her, eager to keep my dick wet. This time she thrusts back against me as I push forward, and her ass bounces every time we collide.
Shane grabs her head and thrusts his hips at her face as I am drawing back. I plunge forward, he draws back, and Penelope rocks back against me.
We are perfect together. The three of us. I feel the cum brewing in my balls and know I won’t last much longer.
"You're going to make me come, naughty girl."
“Fill her up, Fletcher.”
“You too, man.”
“I’m waiting for that pussy.”
I’m not waiting for another damn thing. I let go, trying to keep my groan inside. Staying quiet is the hardest thing ever.
"My turn." Shane says, coming to my end.
"Come here." Penelope says, pushing herself up. She pulls me down until I’m looking into her eyes. “I love what you do to me,” she says and kisses me, rocking into my mouth with each thrust from Shane.
“I love you,” I tell her just as Shane shoots his load. From her shocked expression, she wasn’t prepared for my confession, but I get my hand on her clit as Shane pulls out and she goes off like a rocket. I swallow her cries, kissing her deeply.
We don’t say anything about it while we clean up and try to put my room to rights. I know Shane heard. I know he’s not ready to admit it either. And Pen seems like she’s in a daze.
"I'll see if the coast is clear." I offer, pulling on my pants.
Penelope nods and pads behind me. I open the door, slowly. Looks okay. Pen stands on her tiptoes and kisses me in the doorway. “I love you, too,” she whispers.
I feel Shane at her back, feel his face near mine as he kisses the back of her neck. This is good. Too good. Does she know he loves her too? That someday he’ll say it?
He pushes her into me a little more, and I start getting hard again. Bad idea. We need to get her back into my sister’s room undetected.
“What the fuck?”
Oh, shit.
That was not a whisper. That was loud enough to wake the house.
And it was Jenna, my sister. In the hall. Outside my door. Hands on hips, her eyes squinted, her mouth breathing fire.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Shane
I am coming off the biggest sex high of my life when I see Jenna in the hall freaking the fuck out.
Shit.
Jenna just caught her best friend doing the walk of shame out of her brother’s room. And it wasn’t just Fletch that Penelope was having sex with. We are all busted.
We’re in the hall, and I close the door behind me because it smells like sex in there and that seems a little counterintuitive to calming this chick down.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jenna yells.
“Calm down, Jenna. You’re going to wake up Mom and Dad,” Fletch says in his very reasonable voice.
But Jenna is not a girl easily reasoned with.
“I don’t fucking care! What did you two do to her?”
Penelope grabs her wrist and speaks in a hushed tone, “Nothing. It’s not like that. It’s...complicated.”
Jenna points at Fletch. “I asked you to take care of her, not take advantage of her. How could you do this?”
Pen is still trying to calm her down. “They didn’t take advantage of me.”
“They?” Jenna’s voice rises to stadium levels. “They’re both doing you?”
“Oh my God.” Penelope buries her face in her hands. My immediate instinct is to wrap my arm around her, but I don’t want to make a bad situation worse.
“What’s going on out here?”
Fletch’s face turns white as he hears his mother’s voice. Oh man, bad situation just got worse.
“Mrs. Fletcher,” I say, trying to sound neutral. “Jenna just learned that Fletch and Penel
ope are dating and she’s a little upset that nobody told her. We’ll try to keep it down, but you can go back to bed.”
“Dating?” Jenna sneers. She points to the bedroom door. “They’ve both been having sex with her, Mom. They took my sweet, innocent friend and corrupted her. I can’t even believe this is happening. I trusted you, Fletch. You were supposed to look out for her like a sister. Not fuck her.”
“Language, young lady.”
Jenna’s eyes round with surprise and her cheeks get very, very red. “Are you kidding me right now? My language is what’s wrong with this situation?”
Mr. Fletcher comes out wrapping his bathrobe around him. Hell, he’s wearing the same pajama pants that Fletch is wearing. “What’s going on out here? Are we waking the neighborhood for a good reason?”
Little Bit looks like she is about to cry, and I hate that. I hate anything that hurts her. She’s wringing her hands and pleading with her best friend. “Jenna, please don’t be mad at them. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was just worried.”
“Worried about what?” Jenna’s voice booms off the walls.
“She was worried you might not handle it very well and freak out,” I say dryly.
“Shut up, Shane,” all five people in the hall say.
“How long has this been going on?” Jenna asks. The anger is leaching out of her voice to be replaced by a pretty raw sadness. Shit. We hurt her feelings.
“A while...”
“How long?” Jenna pushes. “Were you guys doing it when I came out to visit? Oh my God, were you doing them both and that guy Jones?”
“No. No. Nothing like that.”
Penelope looks up at Fletcher, and the fucker gets this totally whipped look on his face when he pulls her to his side. “I know this isn’t what any of you want to hear right now, but the three of us are in a relationship and it’s nobody’s business but ours. Nobody owes you an explanation, Jenna.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “Pen and I used to share everything.”
“I wasn’t ready to share this. I’m sorry,” Penelope says.
“It’s sick,” Jenna says in a wobbly voice.
“No, it’s really not,” says Fletch. His chest gets bigger, and I think he gains an inch in height. “It’s not what you’re used to, but that doesn’t make it wrong. It’s not sick. It’s love.”
Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher look like they are going to hurl. “Let’s just deal with this tomorrow, shall we?” Mrs. Fletchers says. “Things will make more sense after a good night sleep.”
As if on cue, an alarm clock in their room goes off.
“Time to put the bird in the oven,” Mr. Fletcher says. “Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”
AFTER A VERY AWKWARD meal of dry turkey and stilted conversation, Fletch and I agree to go get Velma from her parents’ and just go home. We needed to be together. We needed to be home. Our home.
There was very little talking in the car. When we get in the house, Penelope’s phone rings. She looks hopeful for a second, but then shakes her head. “It’s not Jenna.”
She takes her bag into her room while she answers the call, and I throw myself onto the couch. “This sucks. You okay, man?”
“We should have just told everyone from the beginning. Now it seems like we were ashamed.”
“Well for a while, you were.”
He chews the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know what the right thing is.” Usually when he gets all glowering like this, I invite him to shoot zombies on the big screen with me. I don’t think that will do it right now, and I find myself wondering if I’m supposed to hug him. Is that part of this now? He said relationship, and included me, and that wigs me the fuck out, to be honest. But he’s the best dude I know and doesn’t deserve this shit and I kind of wish that putting my arm around him would be the thing that would make him feel better. Since I’m not sure it wouldn’t make things weird, I keep it to myself.
Penelope comes out of her room with a tight jaw and a white face. “That was housing. My roommate, Sami, isn’t coming back to school after the break. They said they know I haven’t been staying there, but that I can move back in if I want to. That I’ll get a new roommate at semester.”
I’m more torn than I thought I would ever be about her moving out. It almost seems like this is destiny saying to break it off now. Maybe she can patch things up with Jenna. Maybe she can have a more normal college experience, living in the dorms and not fucking two guys.
But I don’t want her to go. I really don’t want her to go.
My heart just ices up at the thought. I promised myself I would never do this. That relationships are bad news. That life was meant to be fun and settling down is the opposite of that. No responsibilities means never letting anyone down. Not being in a relationship means I wouldn’t have the opportunity to hurt someone. To be weak like my old man.
“What do you want to do?” Fletch asks her in his cool, authoritative tone. I want to fucking punch him in the neck for it. Why isn’t he begging her to stay? He’s the one who should be good at this. For convincing her that this is what she wants and needs.
She shrugs and suddenly looks so small. “I don’t know. Maybe it would be easier to move out.”
“Don’t,” my voice croaks out before I realize I’d even opened my mouth. “Don’t go. We can work this out.”
My mind is flashing a neon stop sign at the back of my eyelids. I’m moving into dangerous territory here.
If I want something too much, then I’m bound to screw it up. And I want this. More than I can say. “You and Fletch...you said the L word last night. If you want me to bow out, I will, but don’t go.”
“Fuck you, Shane,” Fletch says. “Just because you won’t say it doesn’t mean you don’t feel it.” He rolls his neck like he’s getting ready for a workout. “Penelope, you belong with us. The three of us belong together. I don’t care what the rest of the world thinks. I don’t even care what Shane says. We are a unit. We’re a family. And it only works with the three of us. But we can’t make the decision for you. You have to want to stay. We’ll face whatever we have to together, but you have to choose this. Us.”
The little wheels in her head start turning. You can see them if you look close enough. “Why? Why do you guys want me? I mean, I know that both of you can get any girl you want—one that doesn’t rip your family or friendship apart.”
“Nobody is ripping my friendship with Fletcher apart. You add a new dimension to it for sure—but if anything, you made it stronger.”
Wait. I said that. Out loud. And I didn’t burst into flames or anything.
“My family will come around, Pen. Jenna’s always been hotheaded, you just never had it directed at you before.”
She bites her lip. “And your political ambitions? You think it’s going to go over very well when they dig around your college years and find out you were polyamorous?”
Fletch pulls her down to the couch and sits down so we’re all in the spots from the night of the hand job. “I plan to still be polyamorous if and when I run for office, so there will be nothing for anyone to dig for. You guys will be right there at my side already.”
Whoa. Pen and I look at each other. Dude just declared long-term long-term.
“The two of you look surprised, so let me make it as clear as I can. I love you. Both.” I think my heart just skipped a beat. “And I don’t know exactly what our future looks like other than we will be together for it. When we were together last night, I knew it meant forever and I won’t change my mind.”
Holy shit. The door isn’t that far. I could jump up and sprint across the room and just start running. He’s fast, but I’ll have adrenaline on my side. Just call me Shane Gump because I’m pretty sure once I start running, I won’t stop. Ever.
He loves us both? Like love love? Bro love? What the fuck is even happening right now?
“Forever?” Penelope says in a weak voice, and I’m stoked that I’m not the only one with doubts.
“Because I’m not easy to love,” Penelope says. “I get weird and sometimes closed off and I don’t always know how to talk to people.”
I let Fletch say the words to reassure her because I’m having a hard time swallowing, much less talking. I can’t stop thinking about the part where he said love. I mean, we’ve done the bro-dude versions of I love you over the years, but now that we are sleeping in the same bed most nights and sometimes touching peen, does he mean the next level love? Like now we’re boyfriends?
I can’t even say I love Penelope, am I supposed to be able to love them both?
I didn’t hear what he just told her, but she looks cool with it. And he doesn’t seem to be circling back to his comment, so maybe the best thing to do is ignore it for now.
“Did they say what was wrong with Sami? Your dorm roommate?” I ask.
“No. I just hope it means she’s getting the help she needs.”
Damn. She’s so sweet. If that had been my dorm roommate, I’d have probably been less nice about it. That girl caused her a lot of drama. But that’s just Pen I guess. She thinks she’s bad with people, but I don’t see it the same way. After all, she’s been a pint-sized bottle of glue in this house.
I lean over and kiss her. ‘You’re smart.” I kiss her again. “You’re sexy.” I kiss her one more time. “And I’m really glad you’re staying. You make me happy.” This time she kisses me. When I come up for air, Fletch is smiling wolfishly as he watches us. That always gets my motor running, having him watch. “I say we celebrate Thanksgiving our way. Starting with giving Velma so many Os she passes out harder than a turkey coma.”
“Challenge accepted,” Fletcher adds, and before you know it we’re naked and Penelope is facing me while slowly lowering herself onto Fletch on the couch, and I can see the juicy, snug walls of her pussy surrounding his cock, inch by inch. Yeah, watching them revs my motor just as much as him watching us. Their thighs touch, and they give a push toward each other until he is balls deep inside her and we all three groan.
Normally, this is where I get my dick in her mouth, but I’m mesmerized at the close-up sight of Fletch’s rock hard cock sliding into her sweet pussy. I watch as he fucks her, watch his pole moving in and out of her, watch her get wetter the more he strokes in and out. His balls are bouncing back and forth, her breasts are bobbing in rhythm as she rides him, ash she goes back and forth and up and down on his cock. Something comes over me, and I get on my knees and lean closer, stick out my tongue, and begin lapping at her clit. I go someplace else when I hear her moan and feel the shaft of Fletch’s cock slide along my lips as it pumps in and out of her pussy.