“Every fucking second was spent out there. Mom always brought a nanny along just to get anything done.” I smiled sadly at the memory and sipped the melting Pina colada. “We’ll go later on, after we eat. It’s a very private stretch of the beach and especially pretty at night, with the stars in the sky.”
“Great idea,” she agreed with a soft laugh. “The sun is not your friend when you have this skin.”
Brandon returned with something on a plate, lighting the charcoal before he placed the meat over the flame. He started the other grill and cooked what was I assumed his marinated veggies along with some Jerk chicken, judging from the scent of the food that was in the air. Cecile seemed to doze for a while as he was cooking, curled up in her oversized chair as I smiled at her.
We ate at the smaller bistro table, sipping more drinks as she moaned over the food. There was something about eating in this setting with the ocean waves just feet away as the salty wind blew over our skin. After the meal, we snacked on fresh fruit before Cecile insisted on cleaning
up.
When the place was clean and the sun was going down, we made our way to the sand as I took in the ocean. Cecile walked barefoot over to the water, bathed in the orange flow of the setting sun as I stared at her. Brandon walked to the edge of the water and they joined hands as their lips curled into smiles. I couldn’t help but snap a picture with my phone, knowing that it was vague with the bright sunset, though still gorgeous.
We frolicked in the waves as the sky darkened further and Cecile smiled brightly as she ran away from us. We were all still in our suits and Brandon tackled her, gently bringing her down in the water as she laughed. The tide was rising and we’d been moving with it, so the waves just brushed against her. I was a few feet behind, taking a break and when I reached them I could hear her moaning about the sound of the ocean. Cecile was on her back with her legs spread as his hand teased her under the material of her bottoms. I could see that he was fucking her with his fingers and stopped to watch as I imagined the bed in the house. I was just waiting for her naked body and I adjusted myself as I watched my brother plunged harder inside of her as he spoke in a low voice.
“Brandon, yes. Yes!” Her voice rose as she cried out and jerked against him, and I could tell that she was coming. I glanced up and down the beach, seeing nobody anywhere on it and focused on her nipples straining against the cloth of her top, wet with the water.
We both helped her up once she was done, and walked towards the house as she took ragged breaths. We walked into the house and locked the doors on the lower floor and headed upstairs where we showered. Cecile started on her own but both Brandon and I joined her as he stepped behind her and cupped her breasts. I reached down to stroke my cock as I watched him kiss her neck before I walked forward and dropped to my knees to taste her pussy with my tongue. Even with the water dripping down her thighs, I could taste her release from earlier and I found her clit with my teeth, drawing it into my mouth as she whimpered. I kept stroking myself as I looked up to see Brandon pinching her beautiful pink nipples as I tugged at her.
Cecile was a weak mess by the time we left the bathroom and carried her to the bed. I looked at Brandon and he nodded with understanding as he walked to the luggage for the soft binds that we’d bought to surprise her. I was kissing her as Brandon tied her arms to the headboard, making her eyes widen as she groaned. “What’s this?”
“You’re ours tonight,” he told her as I kissed her again, tracing down her body with my hand as she shivered. I made my way down her neck before I reached for a condom, sliding it over my shaft as I looked down at her.
CHAPTER 8
Brandon
I watched as Brent pulled her legs to his shoulders and started to fuck her. I’d shot off in my shorts making her come on the beach but I’d be ready for more soon as I watched her eyes flutter with the force of his thrusts. Cecile was on the petite side but she took us both so easily, asking for more all the time. I knew that she was going to come when she started shaking, her perfect breasts rocking with the fucking. She screamed Brent’s name as he groaned and stilled for just a moment, triggered by her tight pussy.
I watched him drop beside her on the large bed, breathing deeply as he reached for the cold beer on the night stand.
The windows were open to let the ocean breeze inside of the room and I stalked towards her, flipping Cecile onto her stomach. She moaned as I pushed her to her knees and reached for another condom. She was still wet from Brent as I took her, closing my eyes as her wet heat surrounded me.
This was bit off the plan for us, but the house was empty and we had a long weekend off. Cecile easily agreed and this way we would not have to hold back. I could make as much noise as I wanted to, slapping her pale ass if I wanted to and letting her know how hard that I was coming. It always had to be contained in the office and we all knew that there was some suspicion around the office already. Brent and I weren’t too concerned since we already had reputations but we didn’t want Cecile blacklisted if she ever wanted to leave. She was a strong worker outside of the sex and if she ever chose to leave, we didn’t want her to have a difficult time finding another job.
Cecile was great in bed but we all knew that it was just sex.
We spent the weekend alternating between sex and swimming, eating whenever our bodies demanded the fuel. It seemed like the time flew before we were driving back into the city, dropping Cecile off at her apartment.
Brent and I took our stuff to our rooms before we showered for the night. Work was tomorrow and we needed some rest after the weekend, dropping into bed. I played back the best moments in my mind, seeing Cecile’s face as she came screaming for us. We had more surprises that just tying her up and she loved the toys that we used on her, one busy with that while the other pleasured her in other ways. It was one of the longest running affairs with one woman for either of us and I grew curious as to whether or not that was becoming more than sex for anyone. I did not do relationships and Brent was wired the same way, although I could see him settling down before I did.
He was up before me, making coffee as I came into the kitchen dressed for work. The house seemed so quiet and I looked around, hoping that Mom and Ashley were having a good time.
We left for the office and went straight to the inside, getting everything ready inside. The building was coming to life and I listened to the voices floating down the hallway, relieved that we had something of a private area.
We did hear the chair outside of the door and grinned at each other. Cecile appeared at the door, greeting us softly as she walked inside, dressed in a black dress with heels. “Good morning,” Brent replied as I smiled at her. There was something on her face that made me frown and she closed the door and sat down on the couch.
“I have some bad news,” Cecile told both of us, looking at the floor. “My grandmother is ill in Japan and my mother wants me to go with her to see her. It looks like we don’t have a lot of time left with her. I don’t know how long that would be and I don’t expect you to hold my job for me.”
“You’re leaving?” I asked as she nodded, finally looking up.
“I have to. My family is close and I need to be there for Mom and Grandma, not to mention the others.” As good as Cecile was in bed and on the job, I did know that her family meant a lot to her. “I don’t want to end this on bad terms, though.”
Brent cleared his throat and I glanced at him. “We lost our dad recently and we understand. You have been an amazing employee…and more, but it would never be a bad ending.”
“Really? I appreciate that so much,” Cecile told him as she looked at us. She looked so relieved and I let out a breath. “I can contact you if we’re back anytime soon, assuming you have this opening. The trips to Japan usually last a long time, though.”
“Don’t even worry about that. We are willing to send you off with a letter of recommendation if there are no openings here. You’ll be fine. Focus on your family.” Brent spoke again and I sat down and looked her over, remembering all the good times. It was a perfect mess and I wondered if we could find it all again with someone else.
Unfortunately, Cecile had to resign rapidly and she was gone that day. We sat in the office after she left and Brent worked on the computer while I replied to some emails. “It was great having an assistant. Think we should get another one?” I asked as he paused to give me a long look.