Lia’s Lust: Brotherly Love
Lia has to choose, Scene…
‘Hey, what are y’all doing?” I call after them. Locking the door, I have no choice but to follow them. Kwame’s getting comfortable on my bed, and Scrooge is posted up on my lounge chair. “Okay, I don’t know what’s going on, but y’all have to leave.”
“Not before you choose.” Says Scrooge.
“Choose what?” I ask, bewildered.
“My brother or me,” Kwame replies tightly.
My gaze goes back and forth between the two, and nobody’s laughing. Finally comprehending what they’re suggesting, my eyes widen slightly. Their proposal produces all kinds of wicked thoughts, and my body responds immediately. I have to clench my thighs together in anticipation.
Kwame’s knowing gaze goes to his brother and his slight smirk turns me all the way the fuck on! “Hell yeah.” My response comes out in a hushed whisper, and Kwame’s deep chuckle sends a wave of pleasure through my body. I have to hold on to the doorknob to steady myself. He beckons me over with a slight wave of his hand, and my body obeys.
Scrooge has come up behind me, pulling me into him. Relaxing into the heat of his hard body, his lips softly caress my neck. Kwame’s dark-eyed stare holds mine through half-lidded eyes as my robe is undone. Scrooge’s fingers leave a trail of excitement and suspense as they travel down my stomach to the junction between my thighs.
Inhaling deeply from his fingers teasing my nub, I grind my ass on Scrooge’s hard stick, poking through his pants. The slick moisture from my pussy drenches his fingers, and an involuntary tremble wracks my body. Kwame comes up off the bed and goes to his knees before me. My leg’s lifted over his shoulder, and his lips softly kiss my lips below.
“Oh…” I moan at his tongue, wet and warm gingerly circling my clit. My hand goes to the back of his head as I encourage his ministrations. Kwame’s grip on my ass tightens as he sucks harder on my clit. His lips pressed deeply into my folds, erotically massage my pussy. “Kwame…” I moan, trying to resist the pull of my orgasm peaking. Lightly teasing the rigid tips of my breast’s Scrooge’s lips pull and forcefully suck on my neck. The stimulatingly intense pleasure from the brothers forces me to succumb to my orgasm.
“I’m coming….!” I announce as waves of sexual gratification wash over my body from head to toe. “Oh my god….” I murmur in between quivers. I can feel Scrooge moving behind me, but my gaze is fixated on Kwame’s pants being lowered. Reaching for his huge dick that makes an appearance, I’m quick to gobble it up.
Our positions are arranged with Kwame on the bed and Scrooge positioned behind me. Bent over, with one hand on the bed for support, I’m stroking Kwame’s thick muscle while my lips circle the head. My tongue samples the precum before fully tasting his rod. Scrooge is hard as a rock and penetrates my sex teasingly slow — inch by inch.
Impatient with excitement, I impale my pussy on his staff. Filled to the hilt, his hand goes to my shoulder as a rush of air leaves his lips in a hushed breath. His body tensed, and I knew he was trying to keep his release in check. Grinding on his dick, Scrooge’s nails digging into my skin, beg me to stop.
I allow him time to recover and return my complete focus to Kwame. He’s leaned back on the bed, reveling in the euphoric bliss that my mouth is giving him. He’s the director of this show with his fingers locked in my hair. I let him use my mouth as he sees fit.
I’m being rammed from behind as I feast on the juicy bulge being plunged in and out of my mouth. Slowly and then, our pace increases as we surrender to the rapture of our animalistic act. It’s a blend of pleasurable moans, slurping and sucking, smacks, and wet squishing sounds resonating throughout the room. Unable to take any more of the sexual intensity of our union, my body quivers on my climax. My pussy juices gushing, Scrooge releases his searing hot nut inside my womb as Kwame’s dick erupts between my lips.
*Thanks for reading! Please check back for an update on my next “One-Shot” Climax story, “Miss. Prude”!
