Seven Brothers of Sin

But no sweat. We’ve got a moneymaking machine, and medical bills aren’t gonna do us in. In fact, if anything, we’re doubling down. My brothers and I are contemplating a sizeable donation to the hospital, maybe to build a wing or something. That way, our dad will get the best treatment.

It’s not how we usually roll. We’re generally undercover and low pro, there’s no need for peeps to know that we roll in dough, money spouting from our ears. But this time, it’s for dear old Dad. So maybe we’ll throw off the cloak of anonymity and go for it. Maybe we’ll let the world know just how loaded the Morgan brothers are.

Shaking off my suit jacket, I take a deep breath, powerful chest expanding. Shit, they cut suits so tight these days, making us look like British dandies. But there’s an image to keep up, and I can’t roll into work wearing some baggy shit down to my knees.

So taking another deep breath, I breathe deep. At least the tie is gone, no longer a noose around my neck. But when I look up, a vision appears. A mirage, shimmery and magical. Is it the extra oxygen? Now that I can breathe, is the rush of extra air making me see things?

No, can’t be. Because what day nurse wears a t-shirt only? With no pants? That can’t be right. Plus, this curvy little angel has long, wet hair trailing down her back, with a freshly scrubbed look.

I do a double-take. Because yeah, the brunette’s literally wearing nothing but a man’s undershirt, baggy and oversize. But the thin material does nothing to hide those wide hips, the big, bouncy boobs, like juicy fruit to be savored.

Unbidden, my dick hardens. Shit, I’ve got needs. You don’t sit in front of computer banks all day without the sperm boiling in your balls. And damn, but this little girl is right up my alley. Those pink lips are full and luscious, her tongue unconsciously licking along the bottom one. Tantalizing. Like a kitten.

But it’s the girl’s eyes that give her away. They’re velvety and caramel, heavy-lidded in that I just got fucked kind of way.

Oh yeah, I know that look well. Girls fall onto my dick, it’s like they rain from the sky, seating their pussies on my cock. I don’t even need to lift a finger, it just happens. So that freshly fucked look was totally familiar.

Except … aw shit. Five of my brothers materialize behind the girl, giant forms looming. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Really, losers? You guys pounded this sweet thing until she couldn’t take it anymore? And then dressed her in a men’s t-shirt? What, you got pudding for brains? Worse than that, all five of you?

But they don’t care. As we pause in the hallway, eyeing one another, satisfied grins break out on their faces.

“Really?” I grunt. “Really?”

They nod like a bunch of fucking puppies. Damn them. Oh yeah, some level-two gangbang just went on, hot and heavy wherever they were. But this time it’s different. Because the five asshats actually look serious, even if their heads are about to pop off with happiness.

“Really?” I grunt again. “This one?”

And this time, they nod in unison, expressions pleased. Because oh yeah. If we’ve found “The One,” then hallelujah, praise be. The Lord giveth, and he taketh away. But this time, he giveth generously.

Because we’ve been looking for one woman. The holy grail of females. Sharing isn’t new to us, in fact. We shared toys. We shared books and sporting equipment. We shared all sorts of shit, there were seven of us, for crying out loud. And yes, as soon as our dicks started working properly, we shared girls.

So it comes natural, what can I say? Seven dudes have the combined libido of a tsunami, and believe it or not, the women love it. Sure, they act scared at first, protesting, “No, no, no, I’m too precious!” But sure enough, when they see our dongs, the heavy dripping rods, all resistance goes out the window. Then they chant, “Yes, please. Serve it up, I’m hungry, mister.”

For example, there was this one cheerleader, Amanda. Holy hell, that female was hot. She had perky little tits with perfect little red nipples. Her waist was tiny and her ass a round bulb of pleasure. She loved it, one of us right up her little brown hole, one of us up her sweet vag, and one in her mouth. She sucked and fucked and came all over, that sweet, teenage cum rolling down her thighs.

And yeah, Amanda was close to what we needed. She managed three of us at once. And there’ve been some girls who’ve done three or four, or even five. Who was it that did five? Oh yeah, Evelyn. That blonde was a good little doll, her holes stretched and filled, moaning with pleasure. But never has there been a female capable of taking seven.