Beast Brothers

Cody nips at my inner thigh while Brock zeroes in on my clit. He tugs with his soft lips and I scream in surprise. He chuckles against me, the vibrations of his laughter adding to the wonderful sensations. Then Brock bites at my other thigh, and Cody returns to my pussy, slowly circling his tongue around my inflamed bundle of nerves.

They shift back and forth like this several times while I struggle to breathe. My pulse races and I fly toward the edge of something amazing, but the difference in their styles — Cody gentle and slow, Brock forceful and possessive — keeps me on the edge, as if I’m waiting for what’s coming next. It’s all so incredible, but it’s so unexpected, and despite all the buildup, I’m not quite able to find my release.

When Brock is tongue-deep inside me, Cody looks up. “How you doing, Megalicious?”

I pant in response, and eventually find words. “Good. Great,” I say. “Amazing.”

“We’ve got you, Megan,” he says. Cody slips two thick fingers into me — I’m so wet they slide in, and my muscles clench around him. “It’s time for you to let go.” He curls his fingers inside me, just as Brock flicks his tongue over my clit at top speed. I grab their shoulders, one hand on each of the twins, sensation ramping up inside me like a boiler getting ready to blow, and then I do. I let go.

As soon as I do, the climax rips through me. I dig my fingers into their skin, holding on tight. I feel like I’m free falling. Actually, they’ve still got a firm hold on me, but I am flying. I scream my release, and Brock continues with his tongue, and Cody pushes his fingers in deeper. “Oh my god!” I yell. “Yes!”

It’s huge and amazing. I come so hard, one Beast Brother’s face buried in my pussy, the other fucking me with his hand. “Yes! Yes!” I cry. I have never, ever been so vocal. I’ve never been moved like this. My god, what I’ve been missing.

When I finally become aware of my surroundings, I look down to see huge grins on both of their faces. They look almost amused, and I’d be embarrassed about letting go so completely in front of them, but they look extremely pleased with themselves too.

Cody takes my leg from Brock, bends down and sets me on the carpet, where I slump against his shoulder, not yet ready to support myself. We’re just getting started, though. I need one more minute to recover, and then I plan to give as good as I just got.

You Haven’t Ruined Anything

Cody

Megan tastes delicious. Brock’s nickname for her, which I’m sure was inspired by her sexy curves, is right on target. I could eat her pussy all night long.

I lick her nectar off my fingers that were just inside her, and then I pull her to me for a kiss. I can’t help myself. There’s something sweet and almost vulnerable about her, so different than most of the girls we’ve been with.

I wish like hell she wasn’t Coach’s daughter. And with our mom getting engaged to Coach, it’s got the potential to be a real mess, but I’m starting to agree with Brock on the situation. Fuck it. Who cares. Some things are too good to pass up.

Megan’s still breathing heavily, her soft breasts pressing against me as I taste her lips. I want to bury myself inside her; it took so much restraint, while we were feasting on her, not to pull her down and plunge my cock into her wet pussy.

I usually let Brock go first, but with Megan, I don’t think I can wait.

She kisses me back, her mouth moving on mine, conveying almost as much hunger as I feel for her. Her hands push up my shirt and slip under the waistband of my sweats. I’m surprised my cock hasn’t burst through the fabric already.

“Megan.” Brock’s voice, loud and serious, breaks in. What the fuck? Just this once, I want to get on with things first and he has to interrupt?

“Megan,” he repeats, and she pulls away from me and turns toward him. He’s standing over her jeans, holding her phone in his hands. Does that thing never stop ringing?

“Is it my dad?” she asks. I swear I can feel a chill pass over her. “Oh god, my dad found out I’m not there.”

She starts to move toward him when Brock says, “It’s Jason again. Who the fuck is Jason?”

The mood in the room changes instantly. Her face goes from pale to pissed, and she pulls away from me. Is Megan here with us even though she has a boyfriend? She wouldn’t be the first one to do that, but she doesn’t seem like the type.

Brock tries to hand her the phone but she waves it away. “What the hell?” she says. “What time is it?”

She glances around while I check the wall clock. “It’s after one,” I say.

“What the hell?!” she repeats. Her jaw is so tense it changes the appearance of her whole face. All the pleasure we’ve just given her seems to be forgotten. She slides away from me and reaches

for her shirt.

When she twists back in my direction, I’m stunned to see tears in her eyes. I put my hand on her shoulder and she buries her face in her hands. I slide my arm around her and a sob escapes as her body quivers under my touch.

Then Brock is at her side. “I’ve got her,” he says. He scoops her up and deposits her in the middle of couch, where we take up positions on either side of her.

“Megan, what’s going on?” I caress her bare back and smooth away the curls that have fallen across her face.

“I’m so sorry, guys. It’s just been such a long day.” She’s looking up now, her teeth gritted, a few tears still falling. “He won’t fucking leave me alone. He didn’t pay half as much attention to me before I left.” She mutters the last part, almost to herself.

“Who is this asshole? What’s going on?” Brock’s jaw is even tighter than Megan’s.

She wipes away her tears and sits up straighter. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. But I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined everything tonight.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” I say. “Tell us what’s going on, and we’ll help you.”

“There’s nothing to—” she starts, but Brock cuts her off.

“Start talking, Megan. We’re not taking you home until you tell us.”

Mr. Micro Dick

Brock

I know I can be my own kind of persistent asshole sometimes, but that’s usually what it takes to get results. If Megan thinks she can burst into tears just at the sight of some jerk’s name on her phone and not tell us what’s going on, she needs to think again.

This Jason has called her at least a couple of times today, she doesn’t take the calls, her car was full of her belongings — she’s not here just to visit Coach. I don’t need to be a detective to put all the clues together.