In Time to Love

by Gloria Martin

  Though awkward, occasionally the boys caught each other’s eyes; both of them lost in the lustful feelings being created by their mutual best friend. Bailey felt so turned on pleasing both of the boys. She would never have called herself adventurous when it came to sex, but found she could not help herself when she was around these two. This was where she and her two friends belonged: with each other.

  Jacob stroked his cock as Bailey scarfed his brother’s cock down her throat. She gagged and moaned as she felt it slide against her throat. Andrew eyes were closed, but would sometimes flutter open in order to stare deeply into Bailey’s eyes.

  “Oh….Bailey…. that feels great,” he said. Bailey took his cock out and began sucking on his full balls before stroking Jacob’s cock. Both brothers groaned in pleasure as she alternated between the two cocks; sucking one and lathering it up with her saliva before putting the other in her mouth.

  Jacob pulled Bailey off of his cock as he slowly eased her down onto the bed. Bailey looked at him; her eyes full of lust. Jacob never broke eye contact with her as he spread her legs and slowly pushed into her again. Bailey gasped and closed her eyes as she took his full length. As Jacob rocked in and out of her, Andrew stood by her head looking at the spectacle while he stroked his hard cock. Before he could even register what was happening, Andrew’s cock was engulfed by Bailey’s mouth. Her body moved to rhythm of Jacob’s thrust which pushed Andrew’s cock deeper into her throat.

  Andrew was impressed by how well she seemed to take his cock down her throat. Bailey moaned wantonly. Her pussy gushed with juices. Jacob pulled out of Bailey and moved his cock toward her head, wanting to feel her wet mouth again. Andrew looked at his brother and smiled knowingly at him. Bailey looked up at the boys as they helped her up onto her hands and knees. Bailey had a wry smile across her face as she took Jacob’s cock into her mouth and Andrew mounted her from behind. She pushed her round ass onto his cock, begging for him to fuck her. It took nothing for Andrew’s stiff cock to slip inside Bailey’s pussy. She moaned on Jacob’s cock as her breasts bounced and heaved with each powerful thrust.

  Andrew was a surprisingly powerful fucker. His thrusts rocked her whole body that even Jacob seemed to be impressed with how strong his strokes were. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex as each person approached climax. Bailey’s back became covered in scratches as both men dragged their nails across her skin.

  Andrew looked at his brother, who was short of breath as well, and silently they both agreed on what was to happen. Without warning, Andrew and Jacob pulled out of their respective holes and laid Bailey down on her back. Bailey looked up as the two men stroked their cocks above while she played with her breasts and pussy.

  “Come on me,” she said. “Make me yours forever.” The Nelson twins closed their eyes as they simultaneously emptied their loads onto Bailey’s face and chest. Bailey groaned in pleasure as she made herself climax as well, feeling the sticky fluid of her friends cover her body. Bailey looked up at the twins who stared down at her with loving eyes. The three now realized that this moment in their lives was not just a reunion, but a new chapter in all of their lives and that no matter how far away they would drift apart, they would always be together forever.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 30 of 40

  Twin Bikers of a Sin City

  Nothing beat looking out at the stretch of open road before Danny. He had ridden all over the country and had seen some beautiful sights, but nothing could trump the view of open road. For the past few weeks, Danny had done what he had always wanted to do: travel. While most people would buy a ticket to an exotic European country, Danny only wanted to see more of the country he read about in his history books.

  His mother wanted him to stay in their tiny little home just outside of New Orleans, but after his wife left him, Danny decided not to waste any more time in a place that gave him bad memories. Danny’s wife, Jolene, had finally revealed that she had cheated on him after claiming for six years that his baby boy, Brian, was his. Danny had a violent temper, but he kept himself in check for the sake of the child he had called his own. He wanted to take Brian in and keep him away from her, but Jolene knew too much about Danny’s family to let something like that go to court.

  Danny’s father, Chuck, together with the motorcycle club he created, had been the go to supplier of all things illegal in New Orleans. When people thought of corruption, his father was somewhere in the midst of it. Chuck passed away a few years back just after Danny married Jolene and Brian was born, but he left Danny and his brother Will with the keys to his empire. Danny didn’t want to have anything to do with that side of his family’s legacy, and without his assistance, Will did not have the knowledge to run such an empire successfully. Instead he allowed members of his father’s old club take control. Not that it mattered, however. Chuck’s main rival was slowly absorbing the legacy his father built.

  He charmed those who were loyal to Chuck with promises of money and protection. Those who were not swayed, and could see what Bill was doing were silenced until all that was left was the bar Bill wanted nothing to do with. He decided to leave Chuck’s family alone, feeling that they had been through enough. In truth, it was just so that they might see what he had done and know that there was nothing they could do about it.

  It was for that additional reason that Danny left. He couldn’t bear to think that his family’s dark history was keeping him from a happy life. He needed to get away for a while.

  However, it was time to come home. Danny had played the drifter for far too long and it was time for him to come back home and make an honest life for his family. Word had spread that Jolene had gotten mixed up with the man who had destroyed Chuck’s legacy, the president of another motorcycle club named Bill Carroll. Danny knew the name all too well. To Bill, Chuck had been an old man trying to play a young man’s game. Several acts of sabotage occurred and even though no one could confirm it, Danny and Will both knew that Bill and his gang were behind it. Danny knew Jolene would live with Bill, but he didn’t think she was that bad of a mother to let Brian stay around him. That was something he could not handle.

  Danny’s gave a little more gas to his dad’s motorcycle, Cherry. She was his father’s first motorcycle and the only one he never sold. According to him, Cherry was just a frame when he found her in the junkyard, but Danny’s grandfather taught him how to fix her up. Like Chuck, Danny’s grandfather died before his time due to heart attack. The night he died, his father was planning to ride his motorcycle down to Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras. Danny was devastated when he awoke the next morning to find his father sprawled on the kitchen floor, a brand new helmet with a red ribbon wrapped around it lying next to him.

  Danny shook his head of the memory as he pulled his bike up to the small shack of a home he would be sharing with his mother until he got on his feet. He stretched his limbs as he took a deep breath. Of all the smells he encountered, nothing could compare to the sweet smell of New Orleans sin. He took off his helmet and led his bike into the broken down shed where they kept their bikes and tools. It was early in the morning, and like their father, Will was hard at work on a motorcycle of his own, his face smudged with grease and his skin glistening with sweat.

  Danny smiled. “You look like shit,” he said.

  Will, without turning, chuckled a gestured with his middle finger. “Sit on it, will ya?” he asked. Will looked at his brother and approached him, giving him a big hug. Chuck taught his boys that the only thing that mattered in this world is family. The two could not remember the last time they had an honest to goodness fight, but they could always tell you when they had the other’s back last.

  “Where’s Mama?” asked Danny.

  “Down gettin’ a new shipment,” replied Will. “She really started putting in a lot of hours down at dad’s bar.”

  Danny nodded, but felt the guilt hit him a little. When Chuck died, he left the bar specifically to Danny who had a young family.r />
  “She didn’t have to do that,” said Danny.

  Will smirked. “She loves that place as much as dad did,” he said. “Besides, she says it smells like him.”

  Danny chuckled. “Yeah? Dad smelled like cheap beer and cigarettes?” he asked. Will raised an eyebrow as if to say, of course! The two brothers laughed as Danny took off his leather coat and hung it up on the hook next to his brothers. Will went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

  Danny raised his hands up when Will offered it to him. “Uh…isn’t it a little early?” he asked. Will shrugged and opened the beer for himself.

  “Mom kept all of dad’s policies,” he said. “Including no drinking behind the bar.” Danny laughed as he took a beer out for himself, deciding that his homecoming could use a bit of excitement. He was not sure what to expect in the coming hours, but whatever it was, he wanted to make sure he was sufficiently drunk enough to handle it.

  ***

  Another long night had come and gone for Charlotte. Her body ached from dancing all night, but for the money she made, it was well worth it. Her mother and father always said that she deserved a better life than the one they had when they were growing up, but they neglected to tell her how cruel the world could be.

  Charlotte left her parents’ home to be with a man she knew was her soulmate. They both talked about how they would get married and start a family right in the French Quarter. She was young and stupid at the time, but the thought of having her life laid out for her was too good to pass up. However, she quickly realized he was more interested in drugs than he was in starting a family. She was too embarrassed and ashamed to let her parents know what had become of their baby girl, so she told them lies that she knew they would believe.

  This new life had to work out for her, but with few skills of her own there was only a few things she could do. She worked as a server at a few bars and nightclubs, but the money was not enough for her to survive. It wasn’t until a few strippers came in before they had to work that she realized where the money truly was on Bourbon Street. For the past four months, Charlotte danced and showed more of herself than she ever thought she would. Still, the shame would not leave her. This wasn’t the life her parents wanted for her. They wanted her to be happy and not to have to struggle to make ends meet. She was determined to change that as soon as she had raised enough money.

  Her friends had already left to go grab breakfast, but as Charlotte was getting ready to leave to join them, Kyle, her boss, came up behind her; his hands resting on her bare shoulders.

  “You danced great out there tonight,” he said. Charlotte smiled politely. Kyle was the epitome of sleazy, but the girls had already warned her about being mean to him. Several lives had been ruined by Kyle since the club opened. He apparently was connected with some shady, but powerful people in the city and it was in her best interest to stay on his good side.

  “Thanks Kyle,” she said.

  “Still get scared?” he asked. Charlotte looked at him incredulously.

  “Me? Scared?” she asked. Charlotte scoffed making them both laugh. As Kyle laughed, his hand trailed down to her left breast; brushing against it at first before gently squeezing it. Charlotte’s body tensed up out of instinct. She was grateful that she had put on her normal street clothes. Kyle smirked and let her go before stroking her face.

  “You know, if you need extra money,” he said, “I’m always willing to help you out.” Charlotte nodded as she watched him carefully. He had never forced himself on her before, but she knew he was the type of guy who wouldn’t shy away from such a thing. Plus, she knew the true meaning of his help. She didn’t know what happened exactly in the larger private rooms, but she had heard the stories.

  “Thanks, Kyle,” she said. “I’m fine though. Really.” Kyle kept his smile fixed on his face before walking away. Charlotte waited until he was out of sight before a single tear fell. She knew what would eventually happen with Kyle and the thought filled her with dread, but she had nowhere else to turn to. Her friends told her to just let Kyle have his way with her and he would soon be bored, but Charlotte wondered if degrading herself was worth it. What was to stop him from wanting more from her? Charlotte wiped away the few tears that had come and made her way out the back of the club. She only had to dance for a little while longer. After that, it was anyone’s guess what she would do.

  *****

  Though the two men were twins, Will looked up to his brother. He was the type of man he always wanted to be. When he found out that Jolene had cheated on him with their father’s worst enemy, Will was right by Danny’s side to support him. When they were kids, Danny was always the strong one, but when Jolene broke his heart it was almost too much to look at.

  Still, Will stepped up to the plate and did a good job of being the man of the house since his father passed and Danny went on a soul searching journey. Even though he was up to the challenge, he appreciated the call from his brother saying he was coming back home. After they had finished their first beers, Danny took out two more cold brews while Will finished preparing breakfast for them both.

  “I hope you’re cooking has gotten better since I left,” said Danny. “Not everything needs a shit ton of salt.” Will laughed as he stirred up some hot grits.

  “Oh, you are sooo funny Dan,” he said. “If you don’t stop talking shit, I may have to throw these grits onto your face.” Danny smirked and took a swig of his beer while he scrambled some eggs. Will turned the grits down a little while he proceeded to fry up sausage on another pan. “So what’s the plan?” he asked.

  Danny turned to him confused. “Plan?”

  “Well, yeah,” he said. “I mean, you’re not really going to give up on adopting Brian, are you?” Danny sighed.

  “Thanks to dad, I think that ship has sailed,” he said. “And Jolene knows all of it.”

  Will sucked his teeth. “Well there has to be some way to get him,” he said. “Being around someone like Bill Carroll, isn’t the best thing for him.”

  Danny snorted, “Tell me something I don’t know,” he said. “But until I can figure something out, he’s going to have to stay there.”

  Will turned his lip up. “Well…I did think of one plan,” he said.

  Danny slid their eggs on plates. “I’m all ears,” he said.

  Will and Danny sat down opposite each other. “What if we could link Bill to all of the illegal stuff that’s happening on Bourbon Street?” Danny looked at him curiously.

  “Go on…” he said.

  “Ok, so Bill has taken over most of dad’s ventures since he passed, right?” he asked rhetorically. “What if we could find proof and use it against him? Jolene only had a case against you because of dad, but if her new beau is the one committing crimes now…”

  The plan quickly snapped into place in Danny’s head. “Will, you’re a genius!” he exclaimed. “All we have to do is prove that Brian is better off with us.”

  Will smirked. “And we get the added bonus of getting dad some sweet belated revenge,” he said deviously. Though he would never say it, of the two brothers, Will probably loved his father more than Danny. Will was never a fighter like Danny was, but Chuck told him that it was his mind that was his greatest weapon. When he was teamed up with his brother, there was nothing in the whole world that could stop them. If this plan worked, his father would once again be proven right about yet another thing concerning his boys.

  ***

  Charlotte looked forward to her morning showers. To her, they were reminiscent of all of her troubles melting away. The feeling of the warm water droplets rolling down her back were damn near orgasmic. If the water wouldn’t eventually grow cold, she was convinced that she would stay under the water for as long as she could.

  When she danced, any number of guys snuck a free feel as they slipped dollars into her G-string. It wasn’t the life she wanted, but she felt she had no choice. She had no skills really and since her parents allowed her to drop out of school, she had no f
ormal education. Charlotte was stuck in New Orleans for as long as it would take her to come up with enough money to eventually leave.

  In the meantime, she would have killed for one decent guy interested in her. It had been so long since she had been in a relationship and because of her profession, most of the guys wanted to get their thrill with a stripper and then kick her to the curb. She had been on plenty of dates, but no one had caught her fancy. She even tried to follow the advice of her friends and just find a guy to screw.

  “Sometimes you just need the real thing,” said her closest friend, Candice after the two got drunk one night and began talking about fantasies and past lovers. Candice was a lot more adventurous than Charlotte and her stories excited her to no end.

  As she thought about the stories Candice told, Charlotte closed her eyes and let her hands trail down across her chest. She loved to be caressed gently. So many of the men she encountered wanted to be rough with her, but nothing made her pussy quiver more than when strong hands gently cupped and caressed her breasts. She massaged her aching breasts which made her pussy tingle in anticipation.

  Charlotte bent slightly at the waist and pressed her hand against the wall as she eased her other hand down between her legs. Charlotte’s full lips parted a little as she massaged her swollen clit. Her whole body quivered as her imagination conjured up a lover for her to play with after so long of a dry spell.

  She imagined the he would slip into the shower when she came home late at night; hard as a rock and ready to give her a little pleasure before bed. She would be half asleep and her body would be aching from dancing, but it would not matter; this was something she needed. Charlotte would play hard to get and whimper, telling him that she was not in the mood, but her sexy tanned booty would push against his cock.