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“No.” She doubles down on her answer by shaking her head.
“Turns out she’s a bit submissive. Tell her what you want and she’ll make your wish come true. Just be sure whatever you wish for, it’s going to please her.”
“On it.” I’m swinging my leg over the chair as I stand, move forward, and carefully pull her off my brother’s cock. I turn her petite body and she wraps herself around me. “So you like it when the guy takes control?”
“Yes.”
“Then first order of business… Sit right here and let me eat your pussy.”
Her smile is worth gold. I grab a corner of my towel that I hadn’t wiped my face down with and gently wipe my brother’s cum. Then I go down on her. I wish it was only her sweetness, but it is what it is.
I’ll never get tired of her thighs clamping around me or the tangle of her fingers in my hair or the sound of her orgasm. But the slight rise and fall of her stomach as I watch her drift through the pleasure gives me hope with each rise that I can make it stay rounded.
As much as I want to sink inside of her pussy, I also want to give her a new experience. “Have you ever given a blowjob?”
“No. Do you want me to?”
Right, the submissive thing. I want to know, though. “Baby, I can assure you that I want you to, but I want you to answer this one. Does the thought of sucking on my cock excite you?”
“Yes.”
“Then get on your knees.” I change to a commanding tone and step back to give her room to comply. It also gives me a second to undress.
She looks up at me from under her lashes. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Open your mouth and keep your eyes on mine.”
She does exactly as I say. I cup a hand around her head. “Such a good girl. Now suck my cock.”
Twelve
Cindy
Imusthavebeenexhausted after sex and a blow job and countless orgasms. I wake up in a tangle of bodies and carefully slip away to the bathroom. The last couple days has been a blur.
We haven’t officially talked about this being anything more than the guys doing their good deed to tidy up their reputation. I don’t figure I can trust declarations made in the heat of passion.
Everything between us has been private. It will be good for me to get away from the house and process what this is and what I want.
What I want? I remind myself we’re not a thing, we’re a fling. Although I’d at least like to keep this as siblings with benefits. Perhaps every Tuesday night we could…I smile at my wild bed-head in the mirror. No need to limit fun to Tuesday nights.
Showering and dressing, I wonder if I’ll be able to slip away to work before they wake up. It’s weird having time and space to myself. I button my blouse, and when I look up, Jeff is in the doorway to the bathroom.
“You’re actually going to go to work?”
“Every Monday at the accounting firm.”
“Can you call in sick? We need to check in with each other.”
“It’s not necessary. I get it.” I want to drift on the high a little longer before facing the reality I agreed to. I try to move past him, but he grabs my arm.
“Do you?”
“I do. Don’t worry. I’m not going to get all needy.” I throw the statement out, having heard friends mention it being a big concern.
He flinches and for a second his hand grips tighter around my arm, then he releases me. “Is that the way you want it?”
Is he messing with me? How can they repair their wild and crazy reputation their coach is mad about if they go public with me? In my fantasy about how to make this real like so many other groups have, their coach seemed more problematic than our parents.
