961

She shrugged, figuring that it was no big deal even if it did piss them off. As she neared Tino, she saw Sally coming toward her.
“Leaving?” she asked.
Alex nodded. “Are you going to Danny’s after?”
Sally shrugged. “I kind of want to go home,” she admitted.
Alex smiled, then slid in close and looked around. Tino was the only one that could see the two of them.
“I promise,” she said, pulling Sally tight up against her with one hand, the other sliding into her jean shorts and panties and causing the gorgeous barmaid to gasp in surprise, “that I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
Sally grinned, obviously fighting back the urge to kiss her, and then nodded. “Count on it,” she whimpered as Alex slid a single finger inside. Pulling it out, she brought it up and winked over at Tino as he grinned widely, popping it into her mouth and sucking it clean.
Sally whimpered, then turned, shaking her head and heading over to the bar.
Alex giggled, moving over and giving Tino a hug. He smiled, following behind her as she walked out, and marched her all the way to her vehicle.
“Have a good night, bonita” he said.
“Thanks big guy,” she said, winking. Turning, she got in her car and headed directly over to Danny’s.
As she drove, she realized how much she smelled, and wondered if Hannah and Danny would mind if she showered. Going in, she knocked on the door and smiled as Danny opened it, looking a little ragged.
“Hey Alex,” he said, smiling. “You look great.”
She smiled. “I hear we’re partying here tonight?” she asked.
Danny laughed. “Well shit, Dane and I were gonna hang out and play video games and shit.”
“Sounds like my kinda party,” she said, smiling. “Still, I got beer spilled on me and I’m all sweaty. Mind if I shower real quick?”
He chuckled. “I can definitely smell the beer,” he said, then gestured down a hallway.
Smiling, she started to strip as she walked, seeing his obvious stares as she did so. “So, where’s Hannah?” she asked, sliding out of the dress completely as she turned into the bathroom.
Danny followed, stopping just short of the doorway so he could still hear and speak to her.
“She’s at a concert in Dallas with her friends,” he said. “Miranda Lambert, girl’s trip,” he added.
Alex snickered, reaching in and turning on the water. She stepped in just as soon as she felt the water get warm and turned, expecting to see him watching her. Frowning, she called out for him. “Danny?” she asked.
“What?” he said, still just around the corner.
She rolled her eyes. “You’ve seen me naked lots of times, doofus,” she said. “Get in here and talk to me. I haven’t seen you for weeks.”
He chuckled and moved just inside the door, leaning against the jamb and shaking his head at her.
“Don’t you remember fucking your girlfriend on top of me?” she asked, grinning provocatively at him as she rinsed off all the grime.
“Hell yeah, I remember that shit,” he said, smiling.
She watched for a second as his eyes roamed over her nude form, and she smiled, moving to keep her long hair out of the water. It was a moot point, though, as it seemed to get wet anyway. She sighed, dunking her head under the spray and gasping as the sensation flowed through her. She reached out for a towel, momentarily forgetting that she was at Danny’s and not in her own bathroom.
Still, he was good enough to hand her one and she tucked the towel around her, then between her breasts.
“Got one for my hair?” she asked.
He nodded, grabbing another as she started to dry off. After a few minutes, she’d run a brush through her hair and then finished drying the rest of herself off. Danny smiled, leading her to the living room and offering her a drink.
She shook her head. “Too late for that,” she said, sitting down on the couch next to him as he drank a pull on his beer.
Leaning over, she laid her wet head on him, expecting him to shove her off in annoyance. He didn’t though and smiled as she felt him lean over and prop his own head on hers.
“I love when Hannah’s hair is wet and she lays down on me,” he said. “Probably sounds a little weird.”
Alex smiled. “Oh yeah?” she asked. “Show me how y’all normally relax.”
He shrugged, then turned to lay down on the couch on his back.
“And Hannah?” she asked.
He smirked and then patted his chest.
“Well, take your shirt off then,” she said. “I don’t want it to get wet.”
The logic behind the statement was ridiculous and she knew it, but she wanted him at least partially nude. There was something about being skin on skin that was absolutely delightful.
He sighed and sat back up, shucking his shirt and leaning back down.
“And she’s on this side or the other,” she said, leaning over and laying her head on his left side, close to the couch.
He sighed in happiness, “Right there,” he said. “Perfect.”
She pulled the towel open, smiling at his glance as she settled down against him, his warmth oozing into her. She smiled, part of her wet hair draped over his chest and his arm around her. After few minutes, she began to idly stroke his chest as he flipped through the channels on the television.
“So, does she do this?” she asked, running her fingers through his sparse chest hair.
He chuckled. “She does,” he confirmed. “Man, I love that feeling. Wet hair and fingers on my chest. You sure know how to make a man happy,” he said.
She giggled, thinking that she did indeed know how to do that. Still, things between the two of them had always been unspoken, for the most part. She was afraid that she’d scare him off if she just started sucking on his cock then and there. So, little by little, she slowly worked her finger strokes down his chest until she was rubbing them across his flat stomach.
Looking down, she smiled when she saw her inevitable target, the bulge in his shorts.
She looked further, seeing that he had his shoes on and rolled her eyes.
“Okay, you’re not even comfortable. What happened to the Danny I know, sitting around in underwear and scratching his balls?”
He chuckled. “I’m in a relationship I’m trying to keep,” he said. “You’re stuck with me for life. I can be as gross as I want with you.”
She sat up, shaking her head. “Well, no more chest and belly rubs until you kick your shoes and shorts off,” she said. “I want the brother I know back.”
He sighed, shaking his head as he sat up, reaching down to untie his tennis shoes and kick them off along with his socks. Following that, he slid his shorts off, stopping to make sure that his boxers didn’t go with them.
She smiled widely at him, nodding as he looked down at her questioningly. “Much better,” she confirmed.
Danny rolled his eyes and laid back down so she could lay on his chest. “Just make sure you get up quickly if you hear Dane coming,” he said. “This looks pretty weird.”
She giggled and rolled her eyes, resuming her idle strumming of his skin.
They started talking about Hannah then, and for a few minutes, she didn’t move any lower than she had been, her fingers sliding down from his chest to the very top of his boxers. She could see his stomach go flat as he felt her affectionate touch. Smiling, she saw his bulge growing a little bigger with each stroke, and soon, she figured that he had to be at least half-erect.
“Why, Danny,” she said, reaching down and playfully opening the front hole on his underwear. “What do you have for me in there?”
He shifted, reaching down to cover himself up. “You’re the one rubbing on me,” he said.
She giggled, pulling his hand away and finally deciding that she’d waited long enough. “Oh Danny,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Sometimes you’re really thick as wood.” Moving to a sitting position, she pushed down on the couch and stood, turning and tucking the towel back into her tits, then smiling as he looked up at her curiously.
“I’m sorry, Alex,” he said. “I don’t know…”
She smirked rolling her eyes. “Obviously,” she said, kneeling down in front of the couch as her hand moved to search for his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Danny said, suddenly catching on to what she was getting at. He started to sit up, but she didn’t care how he was sitting, her fingers sliding in and finding his nearly fully aroused cock. Smiling, she grabbed it forcefully, stroking the way she’d been taught by Wade, Kenny, and her other friends, and pulling it out from the hole.
“Fuck,” she said, whimpering as she saw it. He was definitely nearly the same size as Dane, she realized. She doubted if she would be able to pick the two cocks apart if that’s all that she was looking at.
Danny seemed shocked, but she really didn’t know what the big deal was. She’d had his cock in her mouth when he was cumming. Maybe he assumed that was a result of being really aroused, or that she had been so turned on that she’d forgotten?
She smirked, stroking his shaft and looking up to smile at him. A thick blob of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she groaned in protest, leaning forward to kiss the head of her brother’s cock, her tongue sliding cross the hole and gathering the goo on top to pull it back into her hungry mouth.
As the tangy flavor hit her taste buds, she moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes, leaning forward almost automatically to suck the entire head into her mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “Alex… what the hell?”
She ignored him, sliding her lips down his shaft and sucking hard, one hand moving to cradle his pendulous balls and gently knead them. Down, down, down, she went, her lips moving down as far she could go without forcing it deeper, and she smiled, quietly thankful that both of her brothers were well-equipped.
Finally, the need to breathe won out and she lifted her head up, looking up at him as a long line of drool and pre-cum hung from her bottom lip to his cock. She slurped it up, looking up at him and staring wantonly.
“You’re… fuck…” he groaned, her lips sliding down over the head of his cock again, then traveling the decently considerable length of his shaft. She groaned in pleasure, the engorged flesh between her lips and under her tongue pulsing with his arousal. The blood-filled organ was sliding more and more easily into her mouth as she progressed, groaning in pleasure as she heard his repeated questions and ignored them.