His eyes seem to trail over the things displayed on Cora’s nightstand; the photos of her with smiling friends and her with her mom when she must have been around eight years old. Was that before or after her parents’ split? Probably before.
I know that family pictures from after my mom passed are harder for me to look at. It’s as though smiling for the camera can only be false now that she’s not here with us. As though we’re trying to go on despite losing the center of our world.
Danny’s eyes meet mine, and there’s a moment of uncertainty there that hits me in the gut. He’s so much like our father. Always plowing forward, not thinking things through until it’s too late. He’s kind, but he’s also impetuous, and when he’s wounded, he’ll only ever come out fighting.
Is he looking for my approval? Does he need my reassurance? Can I give it?
My eyes dart to Tonie, who’s now just in panties and a pretty lace bralette. Her smile is slow and inviting, already half drugged from what she’s anticipating it’ll be like with both of us focused solely on pleasing her.
“Cora might come back,” I whisper.
“That’s the point,” Danny says, but his tone doesn’t carry the certainty it did before we entered the room. Maybe seeing the bright, sweet way Cora’s turned this room into her sanctuary has made her just a little more real, a little more vulnerable.
“What she said was messed up,” I say slowly. “But…”
I don’t get a chance to explain why I think we need to give Cora more of a chance than we have, because Danny’s already climbing onto the bed, spreading his big body over Tonie’s and crushing her in a kiss. I didn’t intend to remind him of what brought him to this place tonight, but I did, and now there’s no going back.
I should go back to my assignment and leave Danny to exorcise his demons, but I won’t. He reached out to me because he needed me by his side in taking this action to retaliate against a person who’s bruised his ego. He wouldn’t have come to my room if he could do it alone.
Grabbing the back of my shirt with one hand, I tug it over my head. I roll my shoulders back, once, twice, and tip my head from side to side as though I’m preparing for a game rather than limbering up for sex. My cock is already hard despite my back-and-forth over whether this is a good idea or not, my body oblivious to the rights and wrongs.
As Danny slides Tonie’s panties over her toned thighs, I take hold of my cock and tug it in slow pulls.
Fuck, she has a pretty pussy. All pink, soft and wet. She’s primed and ready for us, and Danny hasn’t even touched her yet.
Maybe we can do this and be out of here before Cora returns. I could straighten her comforter, and she’d be none the wiser. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am approach might be the solution.
I can get this girl off in a few second with just the right flick of my tongue and curled fingers pumping in her pussy. And we could fuck her simultaneously, double-penetrating in that tight slick heat in exactly the way she wants us to.
Two for one would save time.
Fuck.
That’s what we’ll do. And if Danny objects…well, then I can say I have work to do. I’ll have done my brotherly duty, and he won’t be able to say otherwise.
Danny’s already working on Tonie, his fingers making slick sounds as he pumps into her. Her back arches, her arms thrown above her head, disturbing the fluffy pillow pile propped against the headboard. “Fuck, you taste good,” Danny says, his tongue finding her swollen clit and flicking it. It looks like he has stage one covered.
I latch onto her nipple, sucking it hard and using the point of my tongue to flick against it. Her fingers grip the back of my neck as she whimpers, please, already so close to exploding. I’m not going to delay her pleasure, and I hope that Danny feels the same.
“Oh God,” she says, shoving my face away as she comes, and her whole body becomes rigid in a flash.
“You’re good at that,” I laugh, eliciting a deep and devilish chuckle from Danny. “You got rubbers?”
“Sure,” he says, drawing back to lick his slick lips and search his pocket. Two silver foil packets drop onto the bed. I don’t pause for a second, discarding the rest of my clothes and gloving up. When my knees hit the bed, I swear I inhale a different scent from Tonie; the memory of the girl who sleeps here like Goldilocks in a stranger’s bed.
I sit with my back resting on the pillows, trying to ignore their softness or that Cora chose to place them here to make herself feel more at home. Tonie climbs into my lap, her thighs spread wide, wasting no time before she sinks onto my waiting cock. With her head tossed back and her spine arched, she lets out the kind of deep guttural sound that I make when I come.