Spreading my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and I take two fingers to my clit, pressing down on that sensitive spot and stroking him with fast vicious circles. I chomp on my lower lip as I touch myself, barely blinking as I take in the scene unfolding right before my eyes.
My hands moves as if it has a life of its own, my fingers destroying my clit with precise but vicious strokes. There’s a hurricane of thoughts dancing inside my head, and they all seem to whisper the same thing: I have to make them go all the way. There’s no other option.
They want it, I know it, but they’re too afraid to admit it … and too afraid to do anything about it. But look at the way they’re enjoying themselves now, completely lost in what they’re doing. In fact, I think I’m going to stop him because if I don’t, I bet Drake is just going to suck on Sloane until he cums into his mouth.
"That’s enough," I tell them, slowing down the motion of my fingers. Drake stops sucking on Sloane, suddenly taking his cock out of his mouth and turning to look at me, confusion in his eyes. "You want more."
They just look at me with wide eyes, not doing anything, but I can see past their facade. "Say it," I demand, staring them down.
"I… want more," Sloane finally says, pushing the words out of his mouth one at a time.
"I want more," Drake repeats, his voice loaded with electric anxiety.
"Good," I tell them with a grin. "Now, you know what to do." I narrow my eyes, still staring them down as my grin widens. I don’t need to say anything else: Sloane goes down to his knees and then he turns around so that his back is turned to Drake. He bends over, placing his hands on the floor and juts his ass back at Drake.
Our stepdad takes a deep breath and, pursing his lips, closes the distance between him and Sloane. He runs the tip of his fingers over Sloane’s ass crack, lingering over his asshole, and then presses down on it. I go back to working on my clit as I see Sloane grimacing, an expression of pain and pleasure taking over his face.
That’s it, boys, show me what you got.
Replacing his finger with his cock, Drake starts brushing it up and down over Sloane’s crack. Taking another deep breath, he places the tip of his member over Sloane’s asshole and moves his hips forward, feeding one inch of his cock into my brother’s asshole.
"Fuck," Sloane groans, his eyes closed shut as Drake slides his cock into his ass, only stopping when he’s all the way in. "Oh, fucking hell," Sloane continues, getting the words out from between his gritted teeth.
Hell, I want in on the action.
I get out from the table and walk toward them, lying down by Sloane’s side. He looks at me with a confused look on his face, but I just take one hand back to my clit and, with the other one, I grab his cock. I look at Drake and nod; reading my thoughts, he starts rocking his hips, making his cock slide in and out of Sloane’s ass.
I move my hands at the same rhythm Sloane’s thrusting, mimicking the flowing motion of his body, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Even though all I want is to surrender to the pleasure demanding my attention, I can’t turn away from what’s happening right in front of me; this is too important for me to miss.
"Give me… all… you got…" Sloane groans, and that’s all it takes for Drake to go completely insane. He grabs Sloane harshly and starts to thrust wildly, slamming his cock as fast and as hard as is humanly possible. The sound of his thighs slapping Sloane’s ass drive me insane, and I have to let go of Sloane’s cock so that I can focus on my pussy; right now, it demands all of my attention, and it’s not up for debate.
I bite on my lower lip as my clit seems to boil, and a scream takes shape in my mouth as a sudden orgasm explodes inside me out of the blue. I arch my back, my fingers still moving over my clit, and I moan as my body convulses.
Even though I’m lying down on the floor, convulsing and moaning, Drake and Sloane barely seem to notice; right now, they’re in a world of their own. And that’s just fine; they’ve more than earned it.
"I’m going to—Fuck, I’m close," I hear Sloane say, and that wicked side of me jumps into action. Without even knowing what I’m doing, I jump to my feet and dart toward the table. I grab one of the glasses of water lying there and run back toward Sloane, kneeling by his side.
"Cum, cum for me… Cum for us," I whisper into his ear, once more grabbing his cock and stroking him. The glass is in my other hand, and I place it right under Sloane’s cock, tilting it toward him.
It happens fast; Drake gives one final and violent thrust, grunting, and Sloane’s cock throbs against my fingers. A fraction of a second after that he starts gushing his seed into the glass, and my mouth hangs open as I realize just how much Sloane is cumming. I’m using a tall glass and, once he’s done, the glass is half-filled.
He tumbles forward, collapsing on the floor with a grunt, and I turn my attention toward Drake, holding the glass right in front of his cock. And I do it just in time, because he starts cumming in no time. I curl my fingers around his cock as the first strand of cum flies out from it, and I angle it down so that it all goes inside the glass.
My heart races faster as I see the glass filling up with his translucent seed, and all it takes is a few seconds for it to be brimming. Drops of it drip down the clear surface of the glass and onto my hands, and the last strands of cum Drake shoots hit me across my forearm.
"Now this is impressive," I whisper, holding the glass in front of me as I go up to my feet. Drake just looks at me, breathing hard and not knowing what to say.
"What’s that for?" Sloane asks, going up to his feet and standing side by side with Drake.
"What do you think?" I reply with a question of my own, twirling the glass in front of me and watching their cum blend until I can no longer tell to whom it belongs. Drake doesn’t respond, but the expression on his face is a reply of its own; in his eyes there’s surprise and excitement. And all that just intensifies as, without taking my eyes off of his, I raise the glass to my lips and let a mouthful of cum drip into my mouth.
Their saltiness coats my tongue with all its raw flavor, and I just do what instinct tells me to: I swallow. Their juices go down my throat easily, and that makes me lose all control. Throwing all caution to the window, I open my mouth as wide as I can and tilt the glass down.
Their cum slides from the glass into my mouth in a fountain, cascading over my tongue like a never ending river. I feel drops of it splattering my face, and a few strands drip down my chin as their juices fill me up to the brim. Once the glass is empty, I let it slip from my fingers and onto the carpeted floor; still holding all that cum inside my mouth, I grab Drake and Sloane by the hand and pull them into me.
Their mouths fly straight into mine at the same time, and we share a kiss that transcends this dimension we live in. Seriously, it’s so amazing it’s hard to believe that I’m not dreaming.
The three of us are kissing now, our tongues dancing and wrestling togeth