Teasing Daddy's Best Friend

by J. L. Beck

Yet as surprising and exciting as that was, nothing lasts forever. He broke away, leaving me absolutely breathless.

  I swallowed, my wide eyes staring his way.

  "Now, you may think that kissing is a bit tame and all that," he said, "but that's not all of it. Not by a long shot."

  "You mean you want to..."

  Before I could get all of it out, Joel cupped my face, turned me to face him, and forced his lips upon mine.

  I didn't resist. Instead, I did the furthest thing from it—accepting his advances just like I had done with his brother moments before.

  With each kiss, there was a rush in my head, so surprised, so shocked at what both of them were doing. Years of adolescent fantasies suddenly becoming so very real and so very adult. I felt the heat inside me start to boil, and I began to understand all too well.

  Joel caressed me, his hand running through my hair, spiking up those passions and making them hotter.

  As he continued to kiss me, his brother spoke to me in hushed, low tones, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You ever consider that we've been waiting, too? Waiting for a chance to fulfill our own fantasies? From the moment I saw you, Tate, I knew I had to have you. Jeremy be damned, you're too fine a woman to pass up."

  Not even letting me catch my breath, he turned me to claim my lips as his brother copied his methods of whispering sweet nothings into my ear. "You're eighteen. Your own woman. If you don't want this, Tate, you have to tell us you don't want this. Spell it out for us."

  The ball was in my court, and all I had to do was just sort of kick the ball out to stop the game. The metaphors were mixed, but it clearly represented what I was feeling deep inside. Just chaos, uncertainty, confusion.

  Ultimately, though, what I was feeling was lust.

  Logan's lips on mine, we leaned into one another, getting lost in the kiss. Joel, though, wouldn't be ignored.

  He massaged my neck, my shoulders, going lower and lower and showing that this wasn't a touch of concern for the tensions I had. It was a prelude to something far filthier. Those hands descended my body, going down to the hem of my shirt and starting to lift it up, his brother breaking away as he relieved me of it.

  I was blushing again. I was wearing a bra, but this was definitely more naked than I wanted to be in front of a guy. Or did I? Even in my bathing suit, I was wearing more. My mother made me wear a super conservative one-piece from all those years ago.

  Now, though, I was free from even her protection, and with Logan's fingers against my flesh, I was pretty sure that I didn't want to have that protection anyway. Goose bumps followed wherever his fingers went…and they appeared where Joel's hands went, too.

  Their intent couldn't have been clearer, and that intent was getting me naked. The button of my jeans was undone, my shoes unlaced, and all of them pulled off me bit by bit. Again, I did nothing to stop them.

  I wanted this. I’d always wanted this. Only, I was in utter shock that it was all actually happening. My fantasies for the Pierce twins were always meant to be just that—fantasies. They weren't supposed to be real. Neither of them would never fall for me, I thought, let alone both of them.

  Yet here they were. Taking me. Feeling me. Stripping me. It became even realer, more carnal as I felt my bra be unhooked. I wasn't just going to be in front of them in my underwear; I was about to show them something that was supposed to only be for someone I was to give myself to.

  It wasn't meant to be something I just casually showed off to my brother's friends. Something told me there was nothing casual about this, though. I couldn't even call it casual sex. I knew these guys too well for that. Was what they said about me really true? That they were waiting for me to be legal? For me to be able to make my own decisions?

  There was definitely something hot about that. Someone patiently waiting to have you. I suddenly realized I had a whole load of expectations that I had to live up to, and I was driven not to let either of them down.

  With that, I stopped being a frozen and scared little girl. I started being a woman.

  I reached out, pushing myself to kiss Joel back, running my hand over his head, feeling that bushy head of hair, all the while taking Logan's head in my other hand. Both of them. Both of them wanted me. I hadn't even fantasized about both at once; it'd always been sometimes Joel, sometimes Logan. Now the pair were going to put fantasy to shame.

  The cool air of the room tickled my nipples as Joel pulled the bra away. They both paused for a moment, looking down at me, taking in my breasts.

  "Fuck," Logan said, a single word that told me a whole lot. "Those are some damn fine boobs, Tate."

  All I could do was giggle, but Joel wasn't satisfied with only looking. He wanted to touch.

  I thought I liked them touching my skin with a gentle grace, but when he ran a finger around my areola, I realized that I hadn't seen anything yet. There was a whole lot pleasure the two of them could give me.

  The little jittering of blissful lightning shooting through me as they touched my nipples was only the beginning.

  He massaged them, that soft flesh in his hands feeling so good, and he continued to do so. His brother, though, had darker intentions, more carnal ones. His hands eased down to my hips, to my ass, taking a handful of it, making me gasp in anticipation. His hands curled around my body, going to my sex, feeling the heat that was there for him.

  Another gasp, this time from him touching me between my legs. Was I that virginal, that sensitive to all of this?

  It didn't matter. I could deal with all of this, both of them playing with my body and having their way with me. If this was all they wanted to do, I probably would have been happy with it.

  The way they looked at me, though? I knew that a little fingering was hardly the final goal.

  Joel's lips on mine, Logan took it as a challenge to distract me. He massaged my sex, making me shake. Rubbing the fabric against my clit, it was as if he knew my body better than I did. Sliding it into me, the friction of it all simply making me wish that I wasn't wearing panties at all.

  So I wouldn't wear them then.

  I was already trying to push them off and down before Logan did the honors for me, grabbing them in a fist and yanking them off my legs.

  "Turns out our best friend's sister just can't wait to show us all of her body."

  With me completely naked for them, they took a step back, looking me up and down, appreciating my bare form. It made me feel a bit nervous, really. If there's anyone who's ever told you they've had no anxiety about their body ever, they're a liar. I was no different.

  I thought I could be better. Bigger breasts. A rounder butt. Thicker hips sometimes, thinner hips others—nothing was ever perfect.

  Yet they didn't care. They were looking down at me, grinning like fools, appreciating the feast that had been laid out before them.

  "So, who gets to taste her first?" Joel asked his brother.

  "Rock, Paper, Scissors for it?"

  "Sounds fair enough."

  They proceeded to play a children's game over me, tying scissors to scissors first, then rock to rock, then Joel's scissors cut Logan's paper.

  "Damn. Oh well, I get to taste her later. Only a slight delay isn't too bad."

  "Knew you'd always be fine with sloppy seconds."

  "Hey, this isn't to fuck her. This is just to eat her out, man."

  "We'll see about that."

  Were... were they fighting over who got to please me? Yes, I was a virgin, but I wasn't an idiot. I knew what they were offering up.

  There wasn’t exactly a lot of bad press out there about having your pussy eaten out.

  Joel was quick to take the prize. As I was sprawled out on the sofa, he kissed me straight on the lips again, but this time, he didn't linger. His lips descended my body, kissing me all along the way. My neck, my chest, my breasts, my abdomen, all of it leading down between my legs.

  When he finally laid those lips right on my clit, I damn near came from that alone, the sudden bliss s
hooting through me strong. His hands weren't idle, going down my body right along with his lips. They caressed me, invaded me.

  That was when he stopped.

  "Your awkwardness...the tightness. Jerm's little sister is still a virgin, ain't she?"

  I swallowed, acting as if him saying that sort of thing was going to disqualify me from having the two of them, even though the clear smile on his face should have told me otherwise.

  "Never knew the Jerm was that good at birth control."

  They laughed to themselves. After a moment, I laughed too. He really was.

  Sending the point home that my virginity was a pro and not a con for him, Joel thrust his tongue inside me, another sheer spike of delight rushing through my body. A rub of my clit, and he was off to work. He sucked up my juices so happily, and the building bliss inside me was better than I had ever thought it could be. My legs draped around him, letting him have full access to me and all of my previously private parts.

  It took me a bit, too distracted by the deftness of Joel's fingers and tongue to realize that Logan wasn't going to be satisfied with being a voyeur. My eyes darted over and caught him stripping down.

  They weren't lying when they said their job at the firehouse gave them a whole lot of time to work out. God, he was ripped to shreds, and to send the point home? His chest was as smooth as a baby's ass.

  Pants followed, and I suddenly became a little bit intimidated of what I had gotten myself into. He was a bit...on the large side, let's say, and if he and Joel were twins, I doubted it was likely his brother was that different.

  Looking at all of him, though, it really was a dream come true. Like, he literally walked out of my dream into my face.

  Joel didn't let me ogle his brother for too long, doing his damnedest to remind me just what was happening at that moment. His tongue, buried deep inside my pussy, slowly and steadily fucked me harder and harder by the moment.

  I cried out, gasping. Logan was there to pull my hair out of my eyes and level them toward the throbbing hard cock that I had caused.

  That stuck with me for a moment. He had gotten that hard just from looking at me. Feeling me. Watching me get eaten out. I really was their dream, as much as they were mine.

  "It's just common courtesy, Tate. You get head, you give head."

  My eyes shot up to the cocky grin on Logan's face. As his brother licked me so perfectly, I couldn't argue with his logic. If they were going to blow my mind, I was going to try to blow theirs right back. I yearned for Logan's cock, touching it, feeling it throb in my head.

  I caressed it and watched as he let out a little moan, too. Jerking him forward, I eagerly brought him closer, trying to explore him as much as I could, given what his brother was doing.

  It felt so powerful, throbbing under my fingers as I touched him, running my hands down his girth to his balls, dangling heavily with his seed. My eyes closed, wondering why I was even thinking of that. These were guys I could trust to the fullest. They weren't out to knock me up and run away or anything like that.

  Nonetheless, I cradled them, knowing that Logan would like that. I ran my hand over him, jerking him toward my face, trying my hardest to look seductive in spite of the situation of having my pussy eaten so expertly by his brother.

  Urging him closer, I could experience the full scent of his manly essence. I knew I should haven't liked it, but for some reason, I did. Maybe I was some sort of slut and never got the chance to realize it until now. Whatever it was, I jerked him, a timid hand job as the prelude to my rookie attempts at cock sucking.

  All I could hope was that my eagerness could make up for my lack of experience.

  I started with a kiss to the end of his cock, tasting his flesh for the first time. I never understood how a girl could actually like doing something like this. Sucking on someone's flesh just seemed...odd at best, and disgusting at worst.

  Seeing what the simplest of things were doing to Logan, though, I gained a whole lot of understanding about human sexuality with a simple gesture.

  There was a definite thrill in pleasing them just as they pleased me, the desire to reciprocate, to become one lust-fueled lump of flesh with one another...or among all three of us.

  I pulled him deeper into my lips, trying my hardest to give him the proper care and attention. Every so often, I would moan around him, courtesy of his brother. I wasn't going to be of very much use for long, and luckily, the twins seemed to understand that.

  Logan held my head gently as he started to fuck my face, letting me relax into being used as a sex toy and as a meal all at the same time.

  How did the girls in those movies on the internet I definitely do not watch do it? Manage to be taken by two guys like this? It was all rushing at me. It was too much. My heart was pounding, and I was quickly singing Joel's praises, and I was going to be screaming them all too soon.

  "Goddamn," Logan muttered, my lips apparently as blissful as his brothers were on my own sex.

  My thoughts echoed his words. The tide inside of me was rising, and it would soon consume me. It was a matter of moments and not anything more.

  It was almost too sudden the way it tore through me. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, my vision blurry, my screams muffled by Logan's cock.

  My predicament was amusing for them.

  "Fuck, she's even sexier like that," Joel said, finally relenting on his licks of my most sensitive of parts.

  Logan pulled himself from me, too. "I gotta have her proper. I didn't wait all this time for a blowjob. I have to be able to fuck her."

  I swallowed. Fuck me. It felt like a whole new line to cross, as if what we'd done so far was nothing in comparison. Something that was undeniably sex in every definition.

  So daunting, yet I wanted it so much.

  "Who gets to go first?" Joel asked, taking off his shirt and revealing a body just as sculpted as his brother’s. His had a little bit of chest hair there. It wasn't a forest or anything, but it was a handsome little bit of fur. I couldn't wait to run a hand down it.

  "Rock, Paper, Scissors again?"

  I had to laugh. They were again determining this with a childish game. The game of Rock, Paper, Scissors that was going to determine who claimed my virginity.

  This time there were no ties. Logan won immediately, rock smashing scissors.

  "I win the V-card, bro," he said, as casually as if he were declaring he won the last slice of pizza.

  "Damn, sloppy seconds for me."

  "Oh, I know you love that. Your favorite is when it's really sloppy. I'll make sure it's perfect for you." Logan shot a twisted grin at his brother.

  Joel was not amused. "Fuck you, Logan."

  "Wait your turn."

  I looked up their way, and soon, Logan was looming over me. He pressed his body against mine, our lips meeting, him not caring that my lips were wrapped around his cock mere moments ago.

  His cock weighed heavily on the outside of my pussy. He looked into my eyes and spoke so softly, an incredibly stark contrast compared to how he had talked to his brother. "You're so fucking beautiful. Can't believe that I'm going to get to be the first."

  I swallowed, both fear and anticipation strong within me. How would it feel to have him?

  Soon, Logan's cock was spreading my pussy lips, slowly yet so very surely beginning to invade my sex.

  I was already quaking from that, a slight moan escaping my lips. He pushed himself deeper, though. Harder. All the way through me.

  The slightest sting and nothing.

  "You like that don't you? You want me so much your body opened itself to me in every way." He grinned, but all I could do was nod in return. I was completely on board with avoiding a terrible first time.

  Having him inside me, God, it was so immense. I was surprised how good their fingers felt, how good their tongues felt, yet a good, solid cock inside of me was definitely seeming to top it all.

  Logan didn't rush me. He let my body adapt to the invader, get
used to his girth. Even after that, he didn't jump right into fucking me like a madman. He took it slow, steady, driven.

  Given what I knew about him, it was kinda a surprise that he was capable of such tenderness, but I shouldn't have been. I trusted them, after all. This was why I was spreading my legs for him, for his brother...and having them both as my first true sexual experience.

  Logan gave me a simple little kiss on the lips, and then started to fuck me proper. It was like a powerful tide rolling in and out of me, coming at me stronger and fiercer with every penetration. He held me so closely, seemingly coming at me from a wonderful blend of love and lust. I wrapped my arm around him, and now more confident in myself than ever before, I began to fuck him right back, bucking into him, urging him to come at me harder, come at me deeper.

  I was only moments removed from being a virgin, and I was more than ready to delve even deeper into being a proper slut.

  All while his brother fucked me, Joel looked on, letting me enjoy this to the fullest. He stroked himself, his cock throbbing hard from tasting me, from watching me. I knew that I would soon experience him, too, and I had little doubt it wouldn't be anything less than as blissful as Logan was.

  Harder. Faster, we bucked into one another. It was basic missionary sex, yes, but if the most vanilla of sex felt like this, vanilla was suddenly my favorite flavor.

  I knew that would likely change before the day was out, as well as I knew these two.

  Logan was relentless, coming at me like a machine. A finger on my clit, rubbing me with every thrust. It wasn't going to be long until I was a ludicrous mess of bliss by his hand.

  Too much too fast, my nails ran down his back. I kept trying to do my part, but he wasn't going to stop, and I didn't have the intensity to keep it up. Soon he was bucking into me, my legs wrapped around him. It was coming.

  I was coming.

  The heat seared through my body. It was greater than even his brother eating me out. I could barely hear myself call out in bliss.

  Yet he was right there with me. Thrusting into me. Pushing himself deeper. Even in the throes of passion, I could feel every subtle movement between us.