“Are you fucking kidding me?”
My fiancee sat straight up in shock, her boy-toy fumbling to cover himself with the sheets. All I could do was repeat myself as I stared at them, unable to form any other words. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Brandon, baby, it’s not what it looks like, I promise -”
“I’m not your fucking baby.”
“No – please -” Jamie had tears in her eyes that I was sure were fake. She stood up, bringing the blanket with her. I would have laughed at the other man hastily covering his junk with a random pillow if I wasn’t so angry. I would have laughed if it had happened to anyone else.
“Get your shit and get out.” I said in a low, warning tone.
“No – Brandon, honey, please – you don’t understand -”
“No, I understand perfectly,” I growled. “I understand that you’re a fucking whore, and that you don’t deserve your fucking ring.”
“My ring?” she repeated incredulously. She suddenly sounded angry. “Come on, that thing is worth more than a month of my paychecks! I’m at least selling it. You can’t stop me.”
“I put money down on it, and the payments are in my name. It’s mine. I’ll fucking sue you for it if I have to.”
“Fine! Sue me! You’re gonna miss me, Brandon, you fucking know you will!”
“I told you to get out.” I didn’t want to hurt her – I’d never be able to forgive myself for laying hand on a woman – but I couldn’t even look at her right now. “Give me the ring, get your shit, and go.”
“You’re gonna miss me -”
“JUST FUCKING GO!”
Suddenly I was in absolute physical bliss. My eyes were closed – or maybe it was just too dark for me to see three inches in front of my face. Either way, my cock was rock hard and pulsing with need, and something warm and wet was wrapped around it, moving up and down along my shaft. Almost as soon as I registered that the sensation was not a pussy, but a skilled mouth instead, a tongue slithered up along the base of my shaft and licked a line to the tip, swirling around it before the mouth deepthroated me and wagged the tongue along my aching ballsack. Fuck, this girl was talented.
I attempted to reach down with one hand and grab a fistful of long, soft hair that smelled of strawberries and vanilla, but was thwarted by my own knee-jerk reaction to the second tongue that joined the first, a sensation that sent me reeling onto my back in absolute ecstasy. I felt unholy moans leave my chest as the two soft, warm tongues slicked their way up and down my shaft. One of them hesitated at the tip, pulling it between two plush lips to suck like a lollipop while the other tongue focused on my balls.
My orgasm rushed toward me like a crashing wave, colors fluttering behind my vision as I surged forward from the hips, thrusting up involuntarily into the two mouths, wanting more and more as I planted my seed deep in the mouth on my tip. I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as I rode out the intense pleasure. It took a moment for me to catch my breath, and when I finally started to cum down from my high, I opened my eyes groggily – and was met with an all-too-familiar set of beautiful brown eyes.
——-
The evening sun streaming through my blinds in golden rays bright enough to startle me as I jolted awake. Memories of the dream I’d just had were dancing in my brain like little puffs of smoke, already fading away before I could catch them. What the hell was that? I thought, remembering the honey-colored eyes staring gleefully up at me through the mess I’d left.
Shaking my head, I tossed the covers off and stumbled to the bathroom, still wearing my pajamas from the morning before. The door clicked behind me, and I sighed as I flipped on the faucet and ran my hands under the water, gently splashing my face as I tried to clear my head. Everyone has dreams like that once in a while, right? Especially when you’re as close as I am to my sibling.
Being the only family each other had left, Brittany Marie and I had grown incredibly close. People looked at me weird sometimes for being so close to her. I’d hear things like, “It’s just not normal,” or “Don’t you guys ever fight, even a little?” Or, my favorite: “Ugh, I could never – I hate my sibling!” But Brittany and I were different. My baby sister was my everything. I used to joke that entering the armed forces was me making good on my promise that I’d take a bullet for her, any day.
So it was normal, right?
Considering how close we were, and that I hadn’t had sex in the time it had taken me to leave Jamie fucking Shenton, break my lease on my apartment, and close on a house with my sister, it was probably reasonable that I’d be having dreams about her. She was one of the most important women in my life – my brain probably just put her face on the image of a blowjob.
Right? Sure. Yeah.
But who did the other tongue belong to?
An excited pounding on the door, accompanied by a two-tone flurry of giggles, pulled me out of my own thoughts. “Bran-doooooon, are you finally awake?” Brittany’s voice called from the other side.
“Who the hell sleeps until seven o’clock at night, anyway?” drawled another playful, cheery voice. Kelly.
Kelly Rose Peterson had been our best friend for as long as I could remember. She was like a second sister – though I would be lying if I said I hadn’t snuck a few glances as we aged. When they were 18, Kelly developed a beautiful body, the type that Vogue and Covergirl drooled over. But that was before I got with my ex. Once Jamie and I got together, I’d done my best to keep my eyes off of Kelly – but I’d never tell her about the occasionally playful kiss I’d shared with my best friend, or the cuddles and movie nights, or the way we’d complement each other’s figure from time to time. It wasn’t wrong – we’re best friends – but I knew Jamie would’ve never understood.
“It was just a nap before we go to the party,” I called as I pat-dried my face. “Is that such a crime?”
“You sound like a boring adult.” Kelly quipped, drawing another giggle from Brittany.
“I am a boring adult. Get lost so I can pee, I’ll be out soon.” They disappeared with more laughter, and I did my business in peace, washing my hands and stepping out into the crisp sunset-air of our just-cleaned-yesterday house. It was a beautiful structure, really, and we had taken good care of it, taking our time to make sure it was truly our own. I loved it here, honestly.
Following the sound of excited laughter and talking, I made my way to Brittany’s bedroom, where she and Kelly were re-doing each other’s hair at the foot of her bed. I smiled as I leaned on the doorframe and watched. The party we were supposed to go to had started hours ago, and I could see they were eager to get there. “Are you guys still gonna try and match?” I asked, glancing at the small pile of yellow and blue spandex on the bed.
“Nah.” Kelly hopped up and skittered past me excitedly, giving me a pat on the ass as she walked by that made me jump indignantly. “Brittany wants to be modest.”
“There is nothing wrong with a basic bikini!” Brittany called after her. She rolled her eyes, grinning at me. “She’s such a fucking slut,” she said affectionately, and I laughed.
“We love her for it,” I reminded her. “So I’m guessing the scraps are hers? What are you wearing?”
“A normal bikini, don’t worry.” She reached across the bed and grabbed a bundle of cream-yellow fabric. “A little more coverage than hers.”
“You’ll both look gorgeous either way,” I mused, wandering over and pulling her in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Memories of my dream tugged at my brain, and I coughed in an effort to distract myself. I refused to think about my sister like that – I just wanted to have a nice time at the party tonight.
——-
We arrived when the party was in full swing. The front door to the host’s house was open to the public, with partygoers having fun on the front lawn as well as inside. The sun had gone down, and several people had glowsticks hung around their necks and wrists, and loud music talking about drinking and dancing and fucking was carrying out to us from the thick of the fun.
Brittany and Kelly rushed in almost immediately, like dogs let off the leash at a dog park. I smiled as I watched them, and headed in after them. I didn’t think I had to worry about them getting too drunk tonight, since none of us were really drinkers and this wasn’t a special enough occasion for them. No, they were here to socialize and dance, and had dragged me with them. Not that I minded.
I followed in after them, doing my best not to push anybody – a difficult enough task when it wasn’t so crowded, considering my heavy-set, well-muscled build. Still, I found my way in with only a few small bump-ins, and it was easier than I thought it would be to mingle with the party. I couldn’t remember what this party was for, but I quickly found one of my friends – an old buddy from my time in the forces – and we got to talking and having fun.
The next few hours went by in a blur. Music pumping so loud that I was sure I’d hear ringing the next morning, and at some point I ended up alone on the couch, gazing absently at everyone around me. Couples. Couples holding each other, grinding on each other. Dancing together, drinking together, laughing, smiling. The party started to blur and my face felt hot. Couples around me were kissing, grinding, getting handsy and smacking each other away playfully. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. Couples acting just like Jamie and her fuckbuddy, God only knows how many times before I caught them.
Fuck it. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stood up with a huff, startling the girl sitting on the arm of the couch with her boyfriend between her legs trying to kiss her neck. Eyes watering against my better will, I rushed past the happily-milling couples – and smashed right into Kelly.
“Hey! Wha- Brandon? You okay?” Her indignant voice shifted immediately to concern as she saw my red face and wet eyes.
“S’fine,” I hissed, darting past her. It hurt to brush her off like that, but I couldn’t focus right now.
I stumbled through the house until I finally found an empty bedroom, and took a moment to fumble with the lock before I stumbled into the center of the room, nearly tripping over the bed. I glared at the piece of furniture, as if it held all the woes of my last bullshit relationship, before letting out a frustrated growl and punching down hard on the mattress. The memory foam gave way easily, only serving to piss me off more, and I grabbed two pillows and threw them across the room with all my strength. One knocked a picture frame off the wall – the other disappeared somewhere.
“Brandon? You okay?”
Kelly’s voice, and the accompanying knock, carried in from the other side of the door, and I wiped away the tears that were threatening to betray my usually-manly appearance. Fuck, I’d spent my whole life around women, I knew it was okay to cry, but fuck this. “I’m fine,” I called, wincing as I heard my voice crack. “Go away.”
“No. Brandon, open the door,” she said firmly. I hesitated, and as if she could sense it, she knocked again, this time more demandingly. “Brandon, come on, don’t be a bitch.”
I sighed and did as she told me, unlocking and opening the door before plopping myself down angrily on the bed as she entered and closed the door behind her. She was still in her bikini, which was slick with poolwater, the blue mosaic-like pattern darkened and sticking to her tan skin. She brushed her damp blonde hair out of her face as she came to sit next to me, her denim overshirt falling loosely off her shoulders. “You’re gonna get the bed wet,” I muttered.
“You think I care?”
“No.”
“That’s right.” She put her hand on my knee. “What’s wrong?”
My lip trembled as I spat out the words. “These stupid fucking couples.” I sniffled, my hands gripping the edge of the bed until my knuckles turned white. “They think it’s okay to be here sucking and fucking like nobody can see them -”
“It’s a party, of course they are.”
“Yeah, and I’m happy for them, sure, but it’s just so fucking tiring to watch, and to be around them, and I just… ugh!” I broke off in another snarl, frustrated. Kelly waited for me to catch my breath, and I ripped my hands off the edge of the bed to press my palms against my eyes. After a moment that consisted of two deep breaths and a gruff cough that cleared the growing lump in my throat, I finally looked up at her. “You know I haven’t even gotten a blowjob in, like, eight months?”
Kelly looked taken aback. “Eight months? How?”
“I dunno,” I said. She knew I was a bad liar. “After Jamie… I dunno. After we split up, I never got out there. Never fucked around, y’know? Hell, I hadn’t even had sex with Jamie for a while before I caught her. And I certainly never tried to find love. But that means I’ve gone this whole time just jerking off into tissues while thinking of…” I trailed off, remembering my dream from my nap earlier. She couldn’t know about that.
What if Kelly was the second woman?
The thought crept into my mind before I could stop it, and I cringed inwardly. Not at the idea of Kelly being in that sort of position, no. It was more like disgust at myself, for thinking of my best friend and my sister like that. But then, while I refused to think of Brittany like that, Kelly would admittedly look amazing on her knees like that. Sucking me off, her tongue working wonders, her hair tugged into a half-assed ponytail by nothing but my hands…
“Right?”
I startled back to the present, not realizing I had just been staring blankly at her as I mused over the morality and sexual appeal of my dream. I blinked at her. “Uh… shit. Sorry, what?”
“It’s what best friends do, right? They help each other.” Her cheeks had flushed pink, but I was no closer to comprehending what she had said.
“Sorry… repeat the part before that? I kinda spaced out.”
“I could suck you off.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my face grow warm. My body stood up without me asking it to. “I – what?”
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” She giggled, as if what she had just suggested didn’t cross a line that had suddenly blurred. “Sexual frustration is nothing to mess around with. Blue balls are… greatly exaggerated, but the idea is real. You’re my best friend, and I’m not seeing anybody, and I know that seeing all these sluts hooking up with other sluts can be difficult when you haven’t had another person make you cum in a while. And I haven’t had anything to drink yet, I am stone-cold sober, so it’s not like I can’t say yes. I could blow you.”
I could barely breathe. Why did this feel different? Different from our little kisses here and there. Different from cuddling. Different from her slapping my ass, or me picking her up and throwing her around. It was different from all of it. And yet, my dick was suddenly standing at attention, straining against my pants in a way that it hadn’t done in months. My body wanted this, whether it was different or not. Hell, I wanted it, but I could only choke out a couple of words: “I… um – what about Brittany?”
“Brittany…” Kelly repeated to me as she thought about my sister. She looked away for a moment and chewed on her lower lip. Then she turned back to me, holding eye contact as she placed her hands gently on my hips and guided me to sit back down on the edge of the bed. “Brittany doesn’t have to know.” She slid gracefully down on her knees in front of me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as her hands started to undo my belt.
The world was starting to blur around me. Was I sure I hadn’t had anything to drink? Fuck, I knew I was sober, which meant that this shit wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a hallucination, it was real. My body was suddenly very tingly and my head was spinning. Cold air brushed around my shaft as her soft hands freed all eight inches of my erection. I was shaking, and I couldn’t tell if it was from shock or excitement.
Then her mouth was on me.
I gasped, tensing as her lips wrapped around the tip, her tongue circling it for a moment before she pulled off and licked a stripe up from the base to my frenulum, sending sparks radiating through my thighs and chest. The fizzing ecstasy settled in my face as I let out an involuntary moan, and she barely gave me time to think before her mouth closed on the head again, and this time her hand wrapped around the base to pump the shaft in time with her skilled mouth.
Fuck, this was amazing.
I hadn’t felt this good in months, and even so, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a blowjob this good. Kelly was surprisingly talented, her tongue moving in waves on my shaft as she worked her way down, then sliding up to graze the tip again. I found myself hunched forward, arching into her mouth, and had to fight my own body to lean back and breathe, letting myself enjoy the sensations. I glanced down to see her blinking up at me with grinning eyes, her lashes fluttering as she sucked me. She looked so fucking pretty with her mouth full. And she knew it. Her soft, plump lips were stretched wide around the thickness of my shaft, drool spilling from her mouth, only serving as lubricant for her to take me further in her mouth, her hand gripping me just tight enough to drive me insane, and her other hand moved to caress my balls. Each time she moved down the length of my cock again, her lips closed tightly around me, and her tongue swirled down along the underside of it, and her dazzling eyes locked onto mine, and her hands moved just right, and it was all so fucking delicious…
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Before I could stop myself, before I could do anything to hold back, a rush of pleasure washed over me, and I groaned as my hands tightened on the bed sheets once more, my hips surging up against her face. She didn’t seem to care that I’d cum much too quickly – instead, she took her hand off my shaft and deepthroated me, and my load shot straight into her mouth. She swallowed around me with ease, and I was suddenly gasping as fireworks went off behind my eyes.
It took a moment for the sheer ecstasy to subside. Kelly pulled away from me, smiling, and I felt my face flush pink with embarrassment. “I… um… I didn’t mean to… it’s just been so long – and you’re really good, I-”
“Quiet,” Kelly said sharply. “Don’t worry about it. You feel any better?” She giggled as I nodded slowly. “Good. My work here is done.” She stood up, wiping her mouth as she turned towards the door that led to the room full of copulating couples.