by Fiona Layne
Seth’s blue eyes fixated on me, boring into my depths, almost as if he was probing for the truth. I looked back, unwavering in my gaze as I let him search so that he could find it. The longer I looked into his eyes, though, the more I felt like I could get lost in them. It was so true what I had said. What happened earlier between Dane and I… it could just as easily have happened with Seth.
Hell, it still can. I knew right there and then that I was going to give myself to Seth in the same way I had given myself to his brother. With the same enthusiasm. I’d wanted this for as long as I could remember, and there was no point in fighting it any more. I’d already crossed the forbidden boundary with his brother, there was no longer any reason to hold myself back from crossing it again with Seth.
He must have seen the decision in my eyes, because as soon as I made it, Seth moved forward and brushed my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth eagerly, and he invaded with the urgency of a conquering hero. My body melted into him as his hands swept around me. Thoughts of how wrong this was still swirled in the back of my head, but it was easier to ignore them now that I’d already been with Dane.
“I’ve thought about this for so long,” he whispered, pulling his mouth from mine and then grabbing the front of my towel and yanking it away from me. I let out a little yelp of surprise, but bit it back right away. I needed to be quieter this time. Being too loud is what got me in this situation in the first place. Then again, I wasn’t disappointed that I was now there.
My fingers found the front of Seth’s pants and worked to undo them, anxious to free the object of so many of my fantasies. His hands, instead of helping, reached forward and grasped onto my breasts. As soon as his skin made contact with mine, we both let out a groan.
“I’ve dreamed about touching these for so long,” he whispered hoarsely.
“And this has been my fantasy,” I replied as I reached into his underwear and wrapped my small hand around his growing cock. From what I could tell, he was just as big as Dane and still growing. The sensation of his soft skin hardening under my palm made me even more anxious to feast on it with my eyes. Wrenching myself from his grip, I bent down his legs, yanking his clothes along with me.
His massive cock bounced free and I squeaked in shock and awe. Dane might be older, but Seth was definitely bigger in every way. My mouth watered at the sight of such a big cock. If I hadn’t felt myself stretch around Dane, I would have been more fearful at the sight of it, but since I know knew that it would fit, the thought of getting that between my legs made me ache with desire.
“I wish I had been first,” he said, looking down at me with adoration.
“You still can be,” I said, letting my tongue slip from my mouth to wet my lips. My gaze still hadn’t wavered from his cock.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t do everything with your brother.” My hand reached up and stroked his length as I shifted position to my knees. My head was lined up perfectly with his cock, and now I looked up at him meaningfully. I could see by his expression that he knew exactly what I had in mind, and he nodded almost imperceptively, like he was afraid any sudden movement would make me change my mind. Fat chance of that.
I squeezed his manhood tighter, pulling him closer to examine what I was holding. As my face got nearer to him, I felt Seth's cock grow even harder and I smiled, knowing why. Like Pavlov's famous dog that salivated every time a bell was rung knowing he would get fed, Seth's cock was conditioned to get harder every time a girl's mouth got close to it in anticipation of a blow job.
I stared at the huge cock in front of me. As far as I could tell, it was fully erect now and jutting out from his body like a coat hook against a brick wall, ready for use. My hand was still wrapped around his shaft. Slowly, I started to move it back and forth along his skin again. I had to loosen my grip a bit so that it would slide more easily, but once I got a rhythm going I could see that Seth was starting to breathe a little heavier.
I smiled, proud of myself, and then leaned forward with an open mouth. When his cock head was just an inch away I paused, considering for a final time how wrong this was, but then remembering again that it was too late anyway, I had already crossed the bridge and there was no point in turning back now. I’d wanted Seth just as long as I’d wanted Dane, and now was my chance to finally get everything I’d dreamed of for so many years, yet never imagined would ever actually happen.
I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the tip where there was already a small little bead of precum. I licked it off and pulled my tongue back into my mouth to savor what I had scavenged. It had a musky, salty flavor, like the couple other guys in my life that I had given blow jobs to. Yet this time was different. I felt more for Seth than I had ever felt for those other boys, and maybe for that reason his essence tasted better.
I opened my jaw as wide as I could and leaned forward, letting his cock slide into my mouth and across my tongue, careful not to let my teeth scrape along his skin. I knew from my limited experience that that was a definite no-no.
When I heard Seth gasp in pleasure, I knew I was doing it right. I closed my lips around his thick shaft, and swirled my tongue around it as well. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself and then started to move my head back and forth, up and down his shaft. Imperceptibly at first, and then getting more and more pronounced, Seth started to move his hips along with my blow job, getting into a rhythm that felt good to him.
I continued on but my jaw was starting to ache from being stretched around his girth. Besides, I didn’t want this first encounter with Seth to end here. I had gone all the way with Dane, and I had no intention of doing less with Seth. Fair was fair, and I was nothing if not fair. Truth was, my pussy was burning with anticipation and I wasn’t sure who would have been more disappointed if we didn’t actually have sex, Seth or I.
I pulled my mouth off of his shaft and lay down on the bed. Seth looked disappointed, but then perked up as I spread my legs wider and looked meaningfully down at my pussy. He slipped in between my legs and began sliding up along my body right after eagerly shucking off the rest of his clothes.
Seth had no sooner descended on me that I felt his massive head pushing against my sensitive folds. They were already wet, both from my time with Dane as well as my own burning desire for Seth, so I had no fear about how he would feel. Instead, I felt more breathless anticipation. My hands wrapped around his strong body and I dug my fingers into his ass, yanking him forward as a way to urge him into finally completing the act.
He needed no more encouragement than that. With a groan as he buried his face in my neck, his cock split my folds and dove into my hot core. It was all I could do to supress a scream, but I knew I didn’t want his brother to burst into my room – not now, anyway. Although the thought of the two brothers taking me at the same time swirled through my sex addled brain for a moment until the thrusts and voice of Seth brought me crashing back to reality.
“Oh fuck, Alley, your pussy is so fucking good. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.”
His hips were pounding into me so quickly already that I couldn’t trust my voice to respond, I only moaned, hoping he would understand that as agreement. I believed him, though. He was obviously so turned on that he couldn’t help himself from slamming into me hard and fast, and I was fairly sure that meant that our dalliance wouldn’t last very long. That was fine, though, as my own orgasm was already flooding my pussy, surrounding his cock as it squeezed and tried to milk a climax out of it.
My mind flipped to the thoughts of protection again, but I knew it was too late. I could probably stop him, push him out before he came, but there was no point. His brother had already sprayed his seed deep into my womb. If I was fertile right now, the damage was done. Besides, there was a certain allure to having Seth’s seed follow his brothers. If one of them did happen to take root, I’d have no idea whose it was.
I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling my brother deeper inside me as his thrusti
ng began to come to a crescendo. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t want him to have any ideas of pulling out until he was done.
I need not have worried. Seth pushed his face into the pillow underneath my head and roared into it as I felt his cock expand inside of me. He obviously had no intention of coming anywhere but inside of me, and I felt the gush of life spill from him at the same time as the sound reverberated in my ears. It seemed loud to me because he was so close, but I knew it was muffled enough to not alert Dane.
My brother continued to twitch and shake, emptying the rest of his essence into me before rolling to the side and slipping free. His hand draped across my breast as his fingers lightly tickled my nipple as he looked over at me.
“I can’t believe that actually happened.” He was looking at my face carefully as he touched me, as if to make sure that I was still okay with everything. I smiled in reassurance.
“Me neither, but I’m glad it did.”
“Yes. But what now?”
“You mean because of Dane?”
Seth nodded. “Dane. Me. This… changes everything.”
“In a good way, I hope,” I said. “But I think that for now we have to keep things quiet. Telling Dane… would just complicate things. At least until we can figure out the right way…”
“Does that mean you pick me instead?” Seth’s voice rose in hopefulness, but I shook my head, still keeping my smile.
“It’s not a competition, Seth. I told you before. I love you both. And this… if it’s to continue… I’m only going to continue if I don’t have to choose. You’ll have to accept that, or we can’t go on.”
He watched my face as I spoke, but then finally nodded. “I guess I can accept that. But it’s only fair to tell him then.”
I took a deep breath. “You’re right, I know. And we will… just give me time.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Time…” He was quiet for a moment, and then a smile spread across his face as well. “We all live together in this house. Our parents are never around. You’re right, we don’t have to rush into anything. We have all the time in the world…”
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Alexis apologized for elbowing her neighbor yet again. Running late, she was forced to try and do her hair in the crowded bus as it meandered down the bumpy Antiguan roads. Alexis tried to work quickly while smiling sheepishly at her grumpy seat mate. Finally she managed to scrape her straight, milk chocolate colored hair into a precarious bun. She dropped her arms into her lap and tried to be as small as possible. Not an easy task at all since Alexis had curves just about everywhere.
When she smiled, the curves started with her heart shaped face and just kept on going - softly sloped shoulders, large pendulous breasts, her smooth rounded belly with an innie belly button that seemed to form a squashed smile of contentment. Her hips belled outward in a stunning race to make the highest roundest ass possible before tapering down to plump thighs, dimpled knees and adorable pink toes. But Alexis wasn't really aware of the lush bounty of her body; she was too busy seeing it as a hassle.
Despite the island heat, her white shirt was buttoned all the way up to her neck and her full breasts hidden inside a strict minimizer bra. She had bought her tan slacks because they advertised a fabric blend with “hold you in” control. Alexis’ work uniform didn't need to be this restrictive but she was terribly self-conscious. No one she knew was as tall, busty and wide hipped as she was. The bus swayed and Alexis tried desperately not to crush the frail old lady who had the window seat. Everyone else on the bus seemed to fit in their seats, while Alexis only had one cheek settled. She thought about escaping into the aisle but it was standing room only.
The bus hit another pot hole and Alexis almost jounced and jiggled out of her seat. At last it was her stop. She jumped to her feet and began to work her way forward. “Excuse me, please” she said pressing against the back of a tall gentleman in a worn suit. “Sorry” she said again, turning sideways and pressing her full body past him. She blushed as her breasts squeezed against his arm and her rear nudged the shoulder of a fellow seated behind them. Squashed and rumpled, she finally popped out of the bus feeling a bit breathless, trying to straighten her uniform.
The Island Breeze resort and hotel loomed up in front of her. Its pristine white stucco glowed in the early morning sun and the palm trees swayed majestically. To everyone else, it was a great place to vacation. For her, it was work. Although if people knew that she only got the job because of who her brother was, they would probably think she just took it to relax in the sun. But Alexis took it seriously. Her step dad may have given her the job in the first place, but she was fairly confident she could have gotten it on her merits alone.
She sighed and checked her watch. Despite her best efforts, she was late. “Well, may as well be popular and late,” she muttered to herself.
Mind made up, Alexis turned around and headed across the street toward the pastry shop at the end of the block. She picked up a dozen fresh donuts with pink frosting and walked down the block to the hotel.
Alexis moved through the hotel lobby like she was an invisible little mouse. She gave small smiles and discrete waves to the front desk staff, but upon reaching the hotel’s sweeping main staircase, she ducked to the left and slid through the service door. Pausing briefly, she balanced the donuts awkwardly and pinned on her name tag “Alexis Miller – Hotel Manager”. Then she hurried onward past the service elevators and the laundry, until she got to the staff locker room. She put on a bright smile and shouldered her way in “Hi girls! I brought donuts!”
Twelve angry faces turned towards her. Alexis was so surprised she almost dropped the donuts. “Oh my gosh, what’s wrong??”
“Alexis, honey, wait until you hear this,” said a slim motherly woman named Cassandra.
Jessica, a younger woman with kinky hair and fierce frown took over the complaint. “He thinks he can dress us up like whores!” She hitched her thumb at a tall stick of a man. It was Nathan the resort manager, looking shocked and exasperated.
“God, no! I've already explained,“ he started as he ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair, “they're just swimsuits and my staff is already wearing them.”
“Wait! Wait!” Alexis said holding her hands up pleadingly between the warring parties. “Nathan, why don’t you just explain from the beginning? So I can catch up?”
He sighed deeply. “There’s a new marketing initiative that’s come straight down from the owner himself. Because it’s hurricane season and this place is dead except for the travel agents convention, he wants all the staff to wear swimsuits. To give it a festive feel.” He rolled his eyes and gestured wildly with his long fingers. “My staff is already in the new uniforms and at their stations. But because you’re late,” he looked at her pointedly, “I had to come over here and explain everything to your half of the team. But they damn near want to kill me!”
There were a bunch of angry huffs and somebody blew a raspberry at him. “This isn’t my idea!” Nathan retorted. "Don't shoot the messenger!"
Alexis shushed them but Nathan was already making his exit, although not before plopping a cardboard file box full of brightly colored spandex on top of the donut box Alexis was still holding. “Wait! Look, this is ridiculous,“ she sputtered, but Nathan had already stomped out into the hallway. “Girls, just give me a minute,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried after her indignant counterpart.
Out in the hall he took pity on her and stopped. “I know your girls hate it, my staff wasn'
t thrilled either. Get them to wear it for at least one day. You haven’t been manager for very long, but I don’t have to tell you that it won’t do them any good if you get canned before you can negotiate getting the old uniforms back."
Alexis knew that her stepbrother was unlikely to ever fire her, not without having to answer to her parents, but luckily no one here knew they were related. It helped that they had different last names.
"The girls love you," he continued. "Just let them know its temporary, just until we can talk to the owner and tell him this is a terrible idea.” She opened her mouth to try to get a word in, but Nathan cut her off with a wave of his hand. “You know I’m right. And I have to go. There’s an ugly pair of Hawaiian swim trunks with my name on it. Managers aren't exempt either.” He rolled his eyes and rushed off down the hallway.
