“What are you suggesting?” Brittany said. Her voice wasn’t exactly suspicious – rather, just intrigued.
“I’m suggesting that you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you felt when you were watching me and Brandon. I’m suggesting that maybe you could put it to use.”
Brittany looked away for a moment, thinking. When she turned back to Kelly, it was with an excited glint in her eye. “Yeah… maybe you’re right. But, uh… I dunno.” She hesitated, biting her lip. “I don’t think I could do that kind of thing alone.”
“Well, I could do it with you.”
“You are bold, you know that?”
“I took a job as a nude art model for a room full of nerds with cramping fingers and broken glasses, nothing scares me now,” Kelly giggled. “But come on, you know having me there would help! For one thing, I’ve already done him. And you’d probably be a lot more relaxed if I was there, at least showing you what to do.”
“I’m not a virgin, I know what to do,” Brittany laughed. “It would just be really awkward. I’ve never even kissed another girl, let alone seen one naked. I’m straight!”
“That’s fair. I’m pretty sure I’m straight, but I’ve never kissed a girl either. Or seen one naked.” Kelly thought for a moment, her eyes looking off somewhere into the distance as she gathered her thoughts. “Do you wanna kiss me?”
Brittany bit her tongue over another comment about Kelly’s boldness, instead trying to work her way into her next few words with pure logic alone. “I guess if I was gonna kiss any girl, it would be you,” she said, looking up. “Like, right now?”
“Sure,” Kelly responded, leaning forward with a smile. “I don’t see why not.”
Brittany leaned in as well, Kelly let her hand slide up to caress her friend’s face, and the two giggled nervously before their lips met. It was just a small peck at first, and they nearly fell over giggling and muttering “wait, wait, no, wait” to each other, but eventually the kiss was slow and genuine. Experimental above all, but Kelly couldn’t deny that she loved the softness of Brittany’s lips, and Brittany smiled at the taste of cookies-and-cream ice cream as she kissed her best friend.
When they separated, they were smiling brightly, and Brittany giggled. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said with a soft chuckle.
“I know,” Kelly said with a sigh. “So… you think you can do it for Brandon?”
Brittany was quiet for a moment, thinking. When she looked up at Kelly again, it was with a smile. “For Brandon.”
——-
The girls awoke to the sound of a guitar from upstairs. They had fallen asleep on the couch, and I had finally gotten a good night’s rest. The sun streamed in through cracked-open blinds, and my fingers held each string just right for the next chord, and my voice carried through the otherwise quiet house.
What if I run away to Mars?
Would you find me in the stars?
Would you miss me in the end, if I run out of oxygen?
When I run away to Mars?
I stopped playing and glanced over my shoulder as I sang the last line, startled by a second voice joining me in a beautiful harmony. Brittany was standing in the doorway, smiling in her skimpy little silk pajamas. “You’ve always had a wonderful voice.”
“Same to you,” I said with a grin. “How’d you guys sleep?”
“Good,” she drawled, sauntering over to me and plopping herself down on the bed. “Play me some more.”
Kelly eventually came up to join us as we sang, and I realized that the air between them felt happier, more gentle. Part of me questioned whether Brittany knew about last night’s hookup, but I pushed it away for the sake of the moment. I didn’t wanna think about any of that right now. I just wanted to enjoy their company as I basked in the rays of sunlight that hadn’t felt this good in months.
And so the next week or two went.
Finally, I was feeling better. Maybe Kelly had had the right idea, and all I needed was a good orgasm or two to get my mind off of things. I was happier now, though I could feel the memories of what my ex had done tugging at the edges of my mind. Instead, for the next two weeks, I tried my best to focus on the confidence boost I’d gained from my hookup with Kelly. My muscular body felt strong and revitalized, and I found myself going to the gym for fun again, rather than just to distract myself. We were a power trio again.
And still, the memories of what had happened still tried to pull me into the shadows again. I kept having dreams about Jamie, dreams where she’d scream at me, or turn into a giant monster, or just where I’d walk in on her over and over again. I still reminisced about the good memories I had with her, and the plans we’d had for our wedding. She would’ve looked so beautiful in her wedding dress, if the mere idea of her with another man hadn’t warped my mental image of her from an angel to a wretched succubus.
The girls, however, made sure I never fell too far into it.
Every time I started going a little too hard at the gym, Kelly would walk by and trace her hands along my biceps and my back, reminding me of her touch that night at the party. Every time I started feeling sluggish and tired at home, Brittany was there to give me a quick hug or a kiss on the cheek, making me feel safe and comfortable again. Did I notice when the gentle kisses and hugs and the occasional teasing started to escalate? Did I notice when Kelly would bend over in front of me and “accidentally” rubbed up against my dick? Did I notice the way she would make it a point to rub up against me while passing me in the hallway when she came to visit us? Did I notice when Brittany started showering with the door open, or let me walk in on her in the middle of changing?
No, not quite.
But I did notice the way Kelly’s tightly toned body looked ever-so-soft and touchable in the shorter shorts and tighter shirts she kept wearing to our house. And I noticed, against my better will, how Brittany’s body had filled out since we were younger. The way her hips looked perfectly grabbable, and her breasts were a perfect handful each. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about my own sister like that, but as I’d told myself once or twice before, it was normal, right? She was the closest woman to me, of course my brain would drift that way.
So of course, in trying to justify my admiring of their bodies, I pushed away the dirty thoughts of them, and instead focused on just how fucking grateful for them I was. They were truly my everything, and I was lucky to have them.
——-
All the teasing that I hadn’t caught on to came to a head one evening after I’d cooked dinner. I was washing dishes, humming to one of the songs I’d been writing, and I was sure Brittany and Kelly had gone upstairs – so I was a little startled when a soft pair of hands with immaculate nails wrapped around me, tracing their way down my chest and stroking the outline of my soft cock in my pants. I sighed, grinning. “Kelly, come on… Brittany’s gonna catch us.”
“What’s so wrong with that?”
I immediately spun around, my heart racing. That voice wasn’t Kelly’s.
Brittany was smiling at me, her hands up in mock surrender. “Easy, dude, you’re fine,” she teased lightheartedly.
“No, no, not fine, what exactly were you doing?” I sputtered, flustered with myself for getting hard at her touch.
“Brandon, chill,” Kelly said, and I noticed she had perched herself on the counter, also smiling brightly at me.
“No, this is not chill. Brittany, we’re close, you know that, but that was -”
“I know what Kelly did for you,” Brittany said gently. “I know she helped you. And I wanna help you too.” She reached forward, and my hands gripped the counter behind me, frozen as she started to undo my belt. “We’re adults. We know what we’re doing. I just want to help you forget about Jamie.” I couldn’t respond. All I could do was sit there, pressed up against the counter. I wanted this, and my body knew it, judging by the way that my cock stood straight up as my sister freed me. I watched anxiously as she lowered herself to her knees, unsure of whether I should stop her or not. She was right, we were adults, and she just wanted to help, right?
“You’re okay, Brandon,” Kelly said softly, sauntering over and putting her hand on my chest. “We just wanna make you feel good.”
“We… we shouldn’t be doing this.”
That was all I could muster before Brittany took the head of my cock into her mouth, and Kelly’s hand wrapped around the base.
All rational thought flew out the window. I was awash in absolute bliss. One woman doing this would’ve been amazing, but two? Christ, I was in heaven. Kelly’s hand kept perfect time with Brittany’s mouth, pumping me slowly and deliberately. My sister worked with her tongue, swirling it around the head before dragging it back and forth over the underside of the tip. I brought my hand up to my mouth and bit down on my knuckles in a feeble attempt to stop the obscene noises rising in my throat. Kelly pushed my hand away gently, her own hand touching my face as she leaned in and kissed me. I moaned as her tongue slid past my lips, welcoming her ministrations as Brittany sucked me off. Fuck, this was incredible. This was, quite literally, a dream come true.
My heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest as Kelly suddenly let go of my dick, and Brittany took nearly every inch down her throat. She was shockingly skilled, more so than our best friend, and I was glad that this time, I felt like I was going to last longer than the hookup at the party a few weeks ago. I broke my kiss with Kelly, my head falling back in pleasure as my hips pressed forward against my sister’s face, and I shivered as Kelly trailed sloppy kisses down my jawline, over my sensitive neck. Fucking hell.
“We, um… could we t-take this to one of… fuck… one of the bedrooms?” I huffed, my chest heaving as I tried to breathe. “Or just the living room. T-that works.”
Brittany pulled away, and the girls looked at each other and giggled. Brittany stood up, and together they led me to the living room, where the dying sun was shining warmly through the barely-open windows. The girls put me on the couch and tugged my pants off, and my eyes widened as they both dropped to their knees in front of me. My cock was throbbing by now, and as Kelly’s tongue touched it first, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the sensations flooding my body.
Both of them put their lips around the sides of my shaft, moving up and down in almost perfect sync. Their tongues slicked up and down the length of it, and I could only lay back and groan in absolute bliss. I tried my hardest not to squirm as one of their tongues hesitated on the tip, licking circles around it before deepthroating me, wriggling back and forth over the base as my eight inches poked into the back of her throat. The muscles spasmed around my tip as she gagged, but she managed to take me regardless. The other girl moved down to my sack, gently sucking my balls into her mouth and moving her tongue over them in ways that had me dizzy. I opened my eyes to look, and was met with Brittany’s brown doe-eyes blinking up at me as she took every inch of me into her mouth. Fuck me, she was more talented than I could’ve ever imagined. I reached forward to stroke her hair out of her face, catching a whiff of her strawberries-and-vanilla shampoo, and she pulled off of me with teary eyes from taking me so deep, grinning at me as she sucked the first few inches, up and down, up and down.
Kelly pulled away as well, and I almost protested at the sudden feeling of emptiness. I kept quiet, however, as they pulled me gently onto the floor with them. I haphazardly tugged off my shirt on the way down, and they giggled, their hands exploring my chest and hips as they laid me on my back. Kelly glanced at me. “Comfortable?” she asked, her mouth wet with drool and precum. I nodded so fast I thought my head would fly off.
They laughed like little schoolgirls at a slumber party as they started to undress each other, and I stared, mesmerized once again by the perfection of their bodies. Slim, smooth-skinned, lightly tanned beauties with perky tits that bounced just a little as they unhooked each other’s bras. For a moment I wondered if they’d ever seen each other this naked – then suddenly my best friend was stroking my cock again, and my sister was mounting my face.
I stared up at her, hypnotized, as her pussy hovered right above my face. She was perfect in every way, and the pinkness beckoned to me like a fucking siren. I took a deep breath through my nose, wanting to smell her, and fuck, all it did was make me want her more. I couldn’t help myself – I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it so goddamn bad. Before I could rationalize a damn thing, I poked out my tongue and flicked it over her clit, drawing a moan from her.
My sister tasted fucking heavenly.
I reached up and grabbed her around the thighs, pulling her down onto my face. She gasped, moaning again as my tongue immediately entered her, lapping up all of her sweeter-than-honey juices. I couldn’t get enough, and her thighs were suddenly trembling in my palms as she reached down and grabbed a loose handful of my hair. I was so entranced by her wet, delicious pussy that I had almost forgotten about Kelly stroking my dick, until I suddenly felt her straddling me as well, a moment before the head of my cock slid deep into her all-too-familiar pussy. I moaned loudly, the vibrations making Brittany squirm on my face, and I prodded deeper with my tongue, my hips thrusting upward into the tight depths of Kelly’s pussy. Everything around me was so wet and warm and delicious, I could die now and die a happy man.
My hands held Brittany tighter as I let my tongue explore her folds, flicking over her clit before sucking gently on whatever I could find. I didn’t give a shit about giving good head right now, I knew I was skilled enough that whatever I did was pleasurable. I only wanted to taste her. Meanwhile, Kelly was riding me at an agonizingly slow pace, gliding up and down on my throbbing cock with the muscles in her pussy tightened so that I could feel every texture within. I was surprised, honestly, that I hadn’t cum already. Brittany leaned forward a little, her soft brown hair falling in a gorgeous curtain around her sweet face, her mouth agape as she moaned, her hips bucking over my face. Her movements were faster and more needy than Kelly’s, and I realized that I hadn’t seen my sister visit a guy or bring one home in a while. Shit, she probably needed this as bad as I did.
Kelly started to pick up the pace, slowly but surely speeding up until she was truly riding me. I was overwhelmed with pleasure now, and it seemed to be the case for the girls as well. Are they really going to cum at the same time? I thought to myself, feeling my cock twitch excitedly. I was almost right – Kelly’s inner walls spasmed and quivered around me, and I heard her moaning louder as Brittany bit her lip and shut her eyes tight. My sister humped my face for just a moment longer before her legs started to shake, and I felt her clit throbbing against my tongue as a small trickle of thick, sticky cream touched my chin. Jesus fuck, this was perfect.
The girls rode me for just a little bit longer, and I allowed myself to let go and be used, until Brittany finally settled down and said something that made my dick twitch again and my heart beat impossibly faster: “Kelly, get off. I wanna fuck him.”
I moaned at the thought of it, dazed and thrilled as the girls rearranged themselves. Before I knew it, Brittany was sitting on the couch, her legs spread, with Kelly right beside her in the same position. Two perfect pussies, all mine. I sat up on my knees, staring. Their hips were at the perfect height for me to fuck them, and as I looked at Kelly, she giggled and gestured to my sister, who reached down with one hand to spread her pussy lips open for me, the soft pink folds practically begging to be railed.
Quietly, I moved forward, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing the tip up and down her pussy. She was so soft, and wet, and I took a deep breath before pushing in as slow as possible. I wanted to savor the feeling of her around my dick.
Every inch felt like heaven. As I pushed further and further in, I couldn’t help but fall forward, gritting my teeth in an effort not to cum right then and there. Her pussy felt like it was fucking made to take my cock, and I could only stare at her face as I pressed in to the hilt, watching as her expression screwed up in pain from the penetration, but she nodded to me to go deeper, and suddenly our hips were flush against each other. Slowly, gently, I started to slide in and out. I sat up, and my fingers found Kelly’s pussy, sliding in with ease. Kelly leaned over to kiss Brittany as I fucked them both, and I moaned at the sight. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, but I wanted to make it as mind-blowing as possible, for all of us. It took everything I had to hold back from pounding Brittany relentlessly, but I managed, carefully pumping in and out of her as my fingers worked inside my best friend.
Brittany broke the kiss with Kelly to tip her head back for a moment, and with Kelly’s hands roaming back and forth over her breasts, before looking up at me. “Brandon, please… faster.”
I groaned in sheer pleasure and did as she asked, my hips speeding up as I fucked her. She was so fucking tight, so soft, dripping wet like her body was begging for me. I couldn’t take it. “I need to fuck you,” I said, breathless, “I need to fuck you hard and fast, please.”
“Yes!” Brittany moaned loudly, and it was all I needed.
Almost immediately, I began pounding her, fucking her like an animal in heat. My fingers moved in and out of Kelly’s wet pussy, and I was thriving off of the moans that were quickly turning into screams of pleasure, each of the girls begging for more, telling me how good I was, how they were mine, all mine, how they were mine to use and fuck. They were shaking, trembling, and I could tell we were all getting closer. I could feel it surging through my body, every cell aching for release, and I could feel both the girls tighten around my fingers and cock as their own orgasms built faster and faster. I glanced down, amazed by the way my sister’s pussy gripped around my shaft, impossibly stretched open by the girth alone.
Fuck, these girls were made for me.
I grunted like a fucking animal as I felt my body start to tremble, the first few sparks of my own climax sending shivers down my spine, and I glanced back up at the girls’ faces. “Fuck… shit, I’m gonna cum,” I huffed, fucking Brittany harder.
“Cum inside her,” Kelly gasped, with my sister looking up at me pleadingly. It was all I needed to send me over the edge. My hips faltered, and I used the last of my strength to thrust as deep as I could into Brittany’s tight pussy, making her scream in pleasure as a splash of warm liquid hit my lower belly, her pussy tightening around me as if her body was milking me for all my worth. In the same moment, Kelly reached down to grab my wrist as I played with her, not wanting me to stop as she came on my fingers. In that moment, as I shut my eyes and filled Brittany’s pussy and felt them both shaking against me, we were nothing but a single moaning, trembling, sweating, euphoric mess.
For a moment, I let myself float through the waves of pleasure. Then I opened my eyes to two smiling, tired-looking girls that meant the world to me. Gently, I pulled my fingers out of Kelly’s pussy, then slowly pulled out of Brittany’s, much to both of their dismay. I laughed as they pouted half-heartedly at me. “Hey, hey, come here,” I said in a shaky, breathless voice. I rearranged us so that I was laying between them, with one of them under each arm, their heads resting on my bare, sweaty chest. “That was… wow.”
“Yeah,” Brittany purred, “wow.” She looked up at me, smiling lazily. “So… you feel better?”
“Much better,” I smiled, realizing that the memories of my ex no longer had such a tight hold on me. “Thank you.” I craned my neck to kiss each of them on the head, my body still feeling weightless.
“We love you, Brandon,” Kelly said, sounding sleepy.
“Yeah, we love you,” Brittany added through a yawn. “Glad we could help you.”
I smiled, staring up at the ceiling and marveling at how fucking lucky I was to have them both in my life. “I love you, too. Both of you.”