It doesn’t take long to reach the house. We bought it for that very reason. The other trucks are still in the driveway, so I’m certain that Greg hasn’t gone anywhere. Inside, the house is quiet.
There’s no one downstairs.
The den is like it was left last night, and, in the kitchen, a single half-filled bowl of cereal, with milk sloshed over the side, remains on the counter. That’s how I know something’s going on. Greg would never leave a mess like this unless he’s distracted by something big. The brute looks like he should live without a care, but he’s the neatest freak I’ve ever met.
I toe off my shoes in the hallway, wanting to maintain as much stealth as I can as I make my way up the stairs. Greg’s room is the one before mine, so I have a legitimate reason to pass it without it looking as though I’m purposefully snooping.
A whimper vibrates the air in the hallway. It’s a desperate keening sound that fondles my balls and stiffens my cock.
A sound that tells me Greg’s got Sandy on her back.
I knew it wouldn’t take him long.
He’s a devil with the ladies, and it’s always the pretty, uptight, librarian types that spread their legs for him the fastest. But I have to admit that I’m surprised. Greg has strict codes and expectations around behavior. Of all of us, he’s the one I thought would have the most concerns about Tyler’s suggestion to share Sandy.
But it would seem that I was wrong about him and Sandy. I guess there is more to this whole thing than meets the eye.
I wait, my left ear tilted up to catch more sounds. Another whimper from Sandy, and my cock is rock hard. I adjust it with my hand, giving it a squeeze for good measure, then Greg makes a low growling sound that reminds me of a lion at the zoo, and the headboard begins thwacking rhythmically against the wall.
Fuck.
He’s giving it to her slow and hard, just my tempo. I like to push in deep in one thrust and then roll my hips, keeping an even rhythm that makes a woman’s toes curl.
I take another step forward until I’m close enough to see through the crack in the door to the bed beyond.
Greg is on top of Sandy, his hand around her throat, his eyes open and fixed on hers. Her legs are spread wide, angled on a pillow that tips her hips up, setting her up for deeper penetration. And I know it’ll be deep. Greg has a huge cock. No wonder the poor girl is whimpering. He’s pinned her hands above her head with his other hand, so she’s completely in his control, but I don’t miss the roll of her hips beneath him. She’s moving against him, loving every minute.
I squeeze my cock again, imagining what it will be like to get inside Sandy myself. Maybe she’ll be up for being with me and my brothers, all at the same time. Girls love triplets. It’s like a triad of pleasure. Three holes to fill and three dicks to do it.
But after the sex, what will Sandy want? Does she know about what happened with Tyler? Has Greg told her Tyler’s idea, and she’s into it or has he just seduced her, keeping everything a secret?
Maybe Sandy’s changed from the girl she used to be. Tyler built her up to be an angel rather than a real woman. Soft, kind, perfect. Almost untouchable.
But that’s not the girl I see beneath Greg. This girl is begging him. “Fuck me harder,” she moans, but Greg doesn’t listen. He’s playing games with her, slowing down until it’s an unhurried drag out and an even slower push back in. A sob leaves Sandy’s throat, and I can’t take any more.
If I didn’t think Greg would cut me in two, I’d be barging into that room and joining in. But what’s normal for me and my blood brothers hasn’t spread to the rest of the men who live in this house. Only time will tell if they’ll want to take sharing to that other level.
I pad back downstairs, making sure to close the front door without making a sound.
I’ve found out what I wanted to know.
Now it’s back to work.
My time will come to feel the tight, warm heat of Sandy’s cunt. And after, I guess I’ll find out if she’s as sweet and good as Tyler’s always told us.
Sex is one thing, but I’m looking for something more permanent than that for all of us in this household.
Maybe Sandy could be the girl who warms all our cold, ragged hearts.
15
GREG
My body is hers.
Everything I have, I want to give to her.
Sandy moans beneath me, her eyes glazed and her lip trembling with each inhale. I feel her swallow against my palm, and I almost come from that feeling. There will come a day when I'll slide my cock into her throat and feel that swallow reflex from a different angle, but not today. Today it's all about Sandy.