His moans got louder as he pushed his cock up into her mouth. Releasing one of her breasts, he slid his hands behind her neck into the back of her hair. Gripping her hair through the clip, he fucked her face as she deep-throated his cock. Missy’s nimble fingers slid inside of her pussy as she fucked her fingers and rubbed her clit with her thumb.
“Brody, where are you?” a masculine voice called from down the hall.
Missy started to stop, but Brody’s firm pressure at the back of her head urged her on. “Don’t stop, baby, keep sucking me.”
“Hey, Brody,” the voice called, getting closer to the kitchen.
Missy ignored all sense of decorum and tightened her mouth around his cock as she jerked his cock faster. Moving her hand in the same rhythm, she reached her release seconds before he came, filling her mouth with his warm salty fluid.
“Hey bro, there you…”
Missy was too busy swallowing to look up, not that she would have if she were done. She was too embarrassed and aroused to remember Emily Post’s rules for meeting your boyfriend’s family while you had a mouth full of semen.
“I umm…” said the man. “I’ll be in the other room.”
Brody chuckled harshly as he tried to slow down his breathing. Pulling his softening penis from her mouth, he looked down at her with adoration in his eyes.
“That was fucking wonderful,” he said, pulling her wet fingers into his mouth. He licked up her juices one finger at a time, then pulled her up until she was sitting on his lap.
“You were unbelievable,” he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “Did you get to come?”
“Yes,” she said, glancing at the open door. “Who was that?”
“My brother,” Brody cradled her breasts in his hands and lovingly caressed her. Bending forward, he took her nipple in his mouth and molded it with his lips.
“Umm, Brody,” she pulled back. “Your brother is in the other room.”
“Probably wishing he was in my shoes right now,” he chuckled, sliding his hand between her thighs.”
“No,” she tried to close her legs. “You have company.”
“Let him find his own girl.” Slipping his fingers inside of her moist opening, Missy groaned deep as he quickly brought her back to the edge. Keeping her eyes on the door, she arched into him as he sucked her breast and finger-fucked her at his table. This was the most enjoyable breakfast she had ever had, she thought as she came, biting back a moan.
Chapter 8
Brody was having a hard time getting Missy to agree to come out of the bedroom. After their little rendezvous was interrupted, she had insisted on him giving her back her clothes. He didn’t see what the big deal was. The robe covered her completely, but she was very adamant about it. He took her clothes out of his closet, where he had placed them this morning, and watched as she quickly dressed. The only good thing about her embarrassment was that she forgot about not wanting him to see her naked, in her haste to put her clothes on.
“I have no idea how long he’s going to be here, and you have to be to work in two hours, so you’re going to have to come out of here eventually,” he said, as patiently as he could.
“Then take him to another room so I can leave.”
Sighing, Brody rolled his eyes. “Missy, he’s my brother. You’re going to have to meet him sometime.”
“It doesn’t have to be now, with the smell of your semen fresh on my breath.”
“You can borrow my toothbrush, for Christ’s sake,” he muttered.
“Brody, either you make him leave or I’m staying in here until doomsday.”
“What are you so embarrassed about? It was my cock hanging out.”
“Yes, but it was my mouth around your cock. And it was my hand between my thighs, and my breasts your hands were squeezing. What the hell is he going to think?”
“He’s going to think that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Now snap out of it and come say hi.”
“No,” she said firmly, crossing her arms across her chest.
“You are just being stubborn.”
“And your point is…”
“Arrg,” he fumed, storming out of the bedroom. Of all the hardheaded, stubborn women in the world, he had to end up with their queen. Walking into his living room, he scowled at Bryce, who was kicking back on the couch with a magazine in his lap.
“It’s about time,” Bryce joked, throwing the magazine on the couch. Standing up, he walked over to Brody and gave him a quick hug, pounding him on his still-bare back. “I thought you’d gone back for seconds.”
Pushing him away, Brody resisted the urge to knock him on his ass. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
“I did,” Bryce grinned, good-naturedly. “But apparently you were too occupied to hear.”
“Which should have told you something.”
“Hey, you could have stopped at any time. You had to hear me calling you.”
“Did it look like I was in any place to pause for station identification?”
Roaring with laughter, Bryce dropped back down onto the couch, holding his sides in merriment.
“Would you shut up?” Brody demanded, looking over his shoulder for any sign of Missy. If she heard Bryce laughing, she would never come out.
“I’m sorry man, but you’re killing me.”
“No, I’m not, but I’m about to.”
That only seemed to spur Bryce on. Brody’s scowl only seemed to make Bryce laugh harder. “If you don’t shut the hell up I’m going to pull your bottom lip over your head.”
Chuckling, Bryce pulled himself back together, still grinning like a fool. “So what did you do with your gal?”
“She’s in the bedroom.”
“What? She too tired to come out and say hi?”
“Not too tired, too embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” Bryce questioned. “Why?”
“Why do you think, dummy?”
“Ahh, she doesn’t have to be embarrassed. Now I feel bad.”
“As well you should,” Brody said, plopping onto the couch next to him. Pulling the magazine from under his ass, he threw it at Bryce, smacking him in the head. Feeling a little bit better when Bryce said ouch, he sat back and looked at him.
“Should I go apologize?”
“I don’t know,” Brody shrugged. “She says she’s not going to come out until you leave.”
“Does she know that I have no life and no place to go?” he grinned.
“No,” he grinned back. “But I guess she’s about to find out.”
Grinning, Bryce shook his head and he began to fill Brody in on the new improvement he had made to his shop. Bryce was a mechanic and he had just bought a little shop that he was fixing up so he could open his own business. Always good with his hands, Brody was happy that his little brother had finally found something he enjoyed.
Bryce, unlike Brody, had never excelled in school. He had been fifteen when he was diagnosed with Dyslexia, too late to really do him any good. Bryce had used it as an excuse to drop out of school and had only recently, with Brody’s help, received his GED. It was something that Brody was very proud of, but on the same hand, something Bryce didn’t like to talk about.
They had been talking for fifteen minutes when Brody heard his bedroom door open. Missy sheepishly walked into the room, her purse on her arm, aiming for a quick getaway. But Brody wasn’t having any of that. Jumping up, he took her arm and proudly introduced her to a smiling Bryce.
“Bryce I’d like you to meet the apple of my eye, Missy. Missy, my no-knocking brother, Bryce.”
Reddening, Missy put up a brave front and held her hand out to him. Smiling shyly, she shook Bryce’s hand, and tried to no avail to pull it back, but Bryce, much like Brody wasn’t about to let her slink away.
“I was wondering how long you were going to stay in there,” Bryce teased lightly, pulling her down next to him on the couch. Brody sat down on the loveseat and smiled as his brother tried to
charm Missy.
“Well, truth be told,” she smiled. “If I could have fit out the window, I would have been long gone.”
“That sounds like you are trying to make a fat comment to me,” warned Brody.
Missy stuck out her tongue at him, making Bryce grin. “All I was saying was…”
“I know what you were saying, and you heard what I said too.”
“Am I missing something?” enquired a confused Bryce.
“Your brother is under the mistaken impression that he can tell me what to do.”
“I thought you agreed that I could,” Brody said, raising a brow mockingly at her. Missy’s eyes widened, and if looks could kill, Brody would have been days dead. Chuckling to himself, he knew that he would pay for that later. Hoping to change the subject, he said, “Missy’s under the mistaken impression that she’s fat.”
“You have to be kidding me,” said Bryce, looking Missy over. “What, you’re a size sixteen, eighteen at the most?”
Missy’s mouth dropped open in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What?” questioned Bryce.
“You have to forgive him, sweetheart,” Brody said, smiling over at her. “Bryce was raised by wolves.”
“What?” Bryce asked again. “You’re perfect the way you are. I’m sure Brody has told you that more times than you can count.”
“What, are you a chubby-chaser too?” she asked teasingly.
Both men instantly quieted. Brody knew how Bryce felt about that term. The same way he did, insulted. Brody slowly counted to ten, trying to rein in his temper. He was damn tired of Missy making backhanded comments about her weight, and even more tired of her questioning his desire for her. He was attracted to her. Not because she was thick and curvy in all the right places, but because she had a way about her. And he was going teach her that, if it was the last thing he did.
“What?” Now it was Missy’s turn to be confused.
“You had to go over that line, didn’t you?” Brody asked quietly.
“What did I say?”
“Not only is that an insulting thing to say about me, it’s an insulting thing to say about yourself.”
“That I’m chub…” Missy stopped in the middle of her sentence, finally catching on to what she was saying.
“I warned you about that,” Brody said, standing up from the loveseat.
Missy gulped and pushed back in the couch. “I was only kidding, Brody.”
“I’m not,” he pulled her up from the couch. Missy tried to jerk away, but he held on tighter. Brody sat down on the couch and pulled her over his lap.
“Brody, don’t,” she wailed, kicking her feet, barely missing Bryce, who stood as Brody sat down. “I was just kidding. Bryce, help me.”
“I think if I’m going to help anyone, it’s going to be him. You need any help, big brother?”
“Not yet, but she is a bit feisty,” Brody brought his palm down sharply on her ass.
“I’d be more than willing to hold her arms for you,” Bryce said huskily. Brody looked up, surprised, into his brother’s aroused eyes. He had known for years that they had the same taste in women, so he should have figured that they would have the same taste in pleasure.
Brody paused in between smacks to rub Missy’s ass. He knew his own strength and could tell from her yelps that he wasn’t hurting her. Of the two of them, he was the only one who was hurting. From the moment he had taken her over his lap he had gotten hard, and from the look in his brother’s eyes, he wasn’t the only one.
“Do you hear that, Princess? Bryce is offering to help,” he said, as he gently rubbed her ass. “Do you want him to hold your hands while I tend to your ass?”
Missy froze and looked up at Bryce. Brody could tell that she was embarrassed to be in this position, but more embarrassed that Bryce had asked to help. He let her go, and she dove back on the couch and buried her ass in the cushion.
“You people are twisted,” she grumbled.
“We’re twisted,” Brody countered, looking over at his brother. They were both aroused because he had spanked her, so maybe they were a little twisted. “You’re the one who keeps saying things so I will spank you.”
“I do not,” she denied, blushing. “You just don’t like to hear the truth.”
“Whose truth Missy?” Brody could feel himself getting angry all over again.
“Everyone’s, Brody.”
“Not everyone’s. Let me…”
“Hey, I think this is where I head out.” Bryce said holding up his hands. His eyes had lost the aroused edge to them and now simmered again with amusement.
“You don’t have to go,” Missy said standing up. “I need to be leaving anyway.”
“Why?” asked Brody.
“Because I have to go home and get ready for work.”
“Sounds to me like you’re trying to run.”
“Sounds to me like she’d be smart to,” Bryce said.
Missy and Brody both turned and glared at Bryce, which made him chuckle. Shaking her head and muttering something about men, Missy picked up her discarded purse and swung it over her shoulder.
“It was nice meeting you,” she said to Bryce. Turning to Brody, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Let’s get together tonight.”
“Can’t. I have plans.”
“Plans?”
“Yes, you know those things you make when you intend to do something.”
“With who?” he enquired.
“Scott.”
“Scott,” Brody practically roaring his name. “What are you doing with him?”
“Stuff,” she hedged, frowning. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Fine,” he bit out.
Watching her leave, Brody sat stiffly on the couch, biting back the urge to grab her and force her to tell him what she was doing. He wasn’t normally this possessive with women, but with Missy, it was an entirely different story.
“Oh oh,” Bryce said, sitting down on the couch next to him. “That’s not a happy look.”
“Fuck off, Bryce.”
“Who’s this Scott guy? An ex-boyfriend?”
“No, just a friend.”
“If he’s just a friend, why did the sound of his name make you want to kill?”
“I don’t like him.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s spending time with Missy,” Brody admitted.
“What, you can’t share her?” teased Bryce.
“If I’m not willing to share her with you, what makes you think I’d share her with some little prick?”
“What do you mean?” Bryce asked, his smile dropping from his face.
“Oh please, I’m not blind.”
“I would never make a move on your girl.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, but if I asked you to join us, you would say…”
“No,” Bryce lied weakly. Brody chuckled at the sheepish look on his brother’s face. “Well, I would think no for a second.”
“Then it’s probably a good thing I don’t ask,” Brody teased.
“Good for you maybe,” Bryce grumbled.
Chuckling, Brody felt his mood lightening. Bryce always had that effect on him. His brother was easygoing by nature, and hardly ever got mad. He was the level one in the family, and Brody’s best friend.
“So you want to do something tonight?” asked Bryce
“I already have plans.”
“Doing what?”
“Stalking my girlfriend and a prick named Scott,” Brody said jokingly, well sorta joking, he thought. Looking over at his brother, he asked, “You want to come?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Bryce answered.
Chapter 9
It was a going to be a long, sucky night, Missy thought, scrubbing the spreading spot on the carpet. Not only did every pervert in the world stop by Harris’s today, they all decided that she was an easy mark.
Missy wondered if they could just look at her and see that she had just been laid, or if there was a lasting aroma that mounds of soap and mouthwash couldn’t erase. It seemed as if everyone was giving her knowing looks and lewd come-ons. And Scott, well he had just straight up lost his mind.
He had come to her apartment tonight so she could help him fill out the form for her friend Kayla’s new toy. Kayla had invented an anal stimulator, also known as The Walnut Wand, a sex toy for men, and Scott was one of her test subjects. Missy had introduced them, she knew that Kayla needed men to try it out and she knew that Scott was looking for part-time work. It seemed to be a perfect partnership, until tonight.
Scott had told her several days ago at school that his roommate was having people over, and wanted to know if it would be okay for him to use her spare room to do the latest test. Missy hadn’t seen anything wrong with it, he would go in the room by himself, handle his business, and then they could do the survey. It sounded simple, but boy, had she been wrong.
While they had been sitting on the couch, looking over the survey, Scott had actually made a move on her. He bent over and tried to kiss her. Shocked, Missy had pushed him away and accidentally spilled her grape juice all over him, her couch and the floor. Scott was now in the bathroom cleaning up as she scrubbed the floor. Missy had absolutely no idea how to deal with him hitting on her. She was confused, weirded out, and totally unable to figure out how to put things back to normal. Even if she and Brody hadn’t gotten together, she would have said no to Scott. He was her friend and that’s all he would ever be.
Brody would…Groaning, she stood up and walked over to the trash. Brody would blow a gasket if he knew what Scott had tried to do. Missy could already tell that he had a problem with Scott and her just being friends, which was tough titties for him, because she wasn’t going to stop being Scott’s friend, unless they couldn’t resolve this little issue.
Sighing, Missy jumped as she heard the pounding on her door. Walking to the door, she peered apprehensively through the peephole. Moaning, she grimaced and muttered, “Just what I need”, as she saw Brody’s distorted image in the hole. There was no way in hell this was going to end well.
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