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We didn’t tell Mom our plan. She just needed to know that we were working hard in the company and that we were going to take care of her and Ashley. With a woman in the office, we could spend more time at home with them. It was a perfect situation.
We left the office Friday night to go and meet some friends for drinks and dinner, since Mom and Ashley had plans that night. The sports bar was packed and we sat at a table with a great view of the hockey game in the background, eating some appetizers and sharing a pitcher of beer.
Brandon finished the night by leaving with a leggy brunette on his arm, looking ready for a little action. I’d noticed a blonde and once we got to talking, I decided to leave with her for a little fun.
After a wild Friday and Saturday night, we were able to sleep in on Sunday and get back to the tradition of supper with Mom and Ashley. It was bittersweet and Mom shed a few tears through the meal, but we kept sitting there and talking through the hard emotions. We sipped beers on the open porch once we were alone and Brandon looked over the lights of the city.
“Tomorrow is the day,” he said gruffly as he looked at me. “I think it will be the best thing. Mom needs us and we can work and play throughout the day. It’s perfect.”
“I think so as well,” I agreed, ready to try and balance our lives. We needed the touch of a woman but we also needed to run the company in Dad’s memory. We needed to take care of our mother and our sister.
CHAPTER 6
Brandon
I rose early on Monday morning, showering, and dressing in a crisp suit before I went down for some coffee. Brent was already there, looking as eager as I felt to be going to the office and he talked easily with Mom as she sat at the breakfast bar with her own cup of coffee. Today seemed to be a good day and I felt some sense of pride that I’d managed to come up with the idea of Cecile.
We left for the office only slightly early, arriving before our new assistant. We went into the office and lef
t the door open as we warmed up the computers, waiting for her to arrive as we nibbled on the bagels that we’d grabbed on the way in. Cecile was in perfect shape and though she might not appreciate the carbs, she would have to appreciate the gesture.
We looked up as someone filled the doorway, seeing the petite woman looking in on us. She was dressed in a fitted black pencil skirt and a crisp white shirt, and Cecile had accented her wide eyes with dark liner and mascara. She wore red lipstick and I stared at her lips for a moment, wondering what it would be like to have her wrapped around my cock. “Good morning,” Brent greeted her as she smiled and walked inside towards us. “Welcome to M&P.”
We showed her the break room and all the amenities that it offered, as well as the public restroom. We also assured her that we had a private one attached to our office as heat flushed her flawless, pale skin. Cecile looked around before she led the way back to the office and I was glad that nobody was around to see her pink cheeks at that moment.
Brent took her into the office and started showing her the software and how it worked. She did need to know the business as well as everything else, at the very least for appearances. I came around the desk and looked over her shoulder as I took a long look at the slit in her skirt, just in the side. It showed off her toned legs and I licked my lips as she looked at Brent with a slow smile. I pulled up a chair and slipped my hand over her skirt as she stilled, underneath the slit to rub her knee gently. He looked at me and then his eyes ran down her body as I stroked her a little harder with every moment that passed. “You two don’t waste any time, do you?” Cecile asked in a low voice as I glanced at the locked door.
“You’re gorgeous. Why would we?” I asked her as Brent watched my sliding hand further up her thigh. “Are you wet for us, Cecile?”
She sucked in her breath and Brent slipped a hand into her silky bob as she stared into his face. He leaned in to kiss her as I slipped my hand up between her legs, finding the lace of her underwear damp. I teased her through the material, hearing her moan against my brother’s lips before I pushed my fingers under the material. Her legs were pressed tight together due to the style of the skirt, but I found her needy slit and stroked it as she shuddered underneath my hand.
Brent was kissing her harder and I felt her jerk against my hand. Cecile was so fucking wet and I slipped a finger inside of her as she whimpered. Brent was tonguing her mouth, his hands in her hair as I slipped two fingers in and out, still palming her clit.
Fuck, she was tight. My cock was hard in my pants but I wanted to build her up to this and prepare her for me, for us. I wasn’t going to force myself on her just like that, willing to give her time. The way that she was reacting to me, I knew that we were both going to hear her come soon.
Cecile fell over the edge with my brother’s tongue in her mouth and his hand cupping her perky, little breast. She rocked against me as I felt her heat washing over my fingers, loving the feeling. This woman was going to be ours and I felt a sense of peace come over me and I pulled my hand out of her to slip my fingers inside of my mouth. She was sweet and I closed my eyes as I memorized her taste.
When I opened my eyes, Brent had his shirt open and was sucking eagerly on her nipple. She was back against my chest as she moaned softly and I inhaled the sweet cherry scent of her hair. How far was this going to go?
He pulled away, his eyes dark and hungry as Cecile gasped for air. She stood on wobbly knees and made her way to the bathroom as Brent and I stared at each other. His mouth was smeared with her lipstick and I had her taste on my fingers and lips, still hard. “Best fucking idea ever,” he told me softly as I smiled in agreement.
Cecile did work at her desk at times and made friends with a few women in the building. She made up a story of a long-term boyfriend to make it seem like she wanted nothing more than a job here, since we had a reputation. She was a smart woman that knew her job, but she also was learning a lot about our needs.
I don’t know who fucked her first but I took her on the bathroom counter one morning while Brent was taking Mom somewhere. I didn’t care if I was first. I just knew that the office door was locked and she was naked before me, her pussy milking my cock as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I fucked her hard and slow, feeling her nipples against my chest as she dug her nails into my back. I knew that I was close as I rocked into her, her body moving right along with me as I stretched her open. “Fuck, Cici. You are so tight,” I told her as I felt her tearing my skin open. I was thankful for the extra package of white shirts that I had as well as the small shower, letting myself go into the condom that I wore. She cried out as she came around me, making me jerk as her heat pressed through the latex and made me keep coming.
“Brandon, you feel so good,” she said as she pressed her lips to my neck, pulsing around me. I fucked her again, slowly this time before I pulled out and let her slip to the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her as she blushed and smiled, leaning over to collect her red dress. She wore lipstick that matched it perfectly, a red shade that was smeared over my cock as she pulled the dress over her head. I slipped the new condom off and added it to the trash with the other one, wrapped in toilet paper as she leaned forward and fixed her face.
I watched her stroll into the office where she’d dropped her purse as I slipped off the shirt and pants to step into the shower. By the time I was rinsed off and dressing again, her face was again flawless and not showing a single sign of what had just happened.
We returned to the office to work, checking on new accounts as she shared long looks with me every now and then. Brent arrived about an hour after our tryst and looked at both of us as he set his briefcase down. “How’s Mom?” I asked as he glanced at me curiously.
“She’s fine. The doctor said that everything looked good, though he gave her something to help her sleep,” Brent replied as I nodded somberly. I knew that she was having trouble sleeping, often having nightmares. She admitted it to us in hushed tones and that was when Brent decided to take her to the doctor.
Cecile was aware of everything that was going on, offering him a sympathetic glance from the laptop that she was working on. Her hair was perfect and hung over her face as he took a seat and let out a sigh.
“Is everything good here?” He asked, giving me a long and questioning gaze.
