“That makes more sense than him falling for a chick.” Brandon pulled her closer. “I’d never win at a game like that with you.”
Bridgette stepped into the room. “Is anyone else hot?” She fanned herself, then pulled her top off, revealing a thin tight tank top underneath. Glass breaking followed. “Drop something, Jake?”
Mackenzie giggled. “He’s done for. She’s playing dirty.”
Jake appeared, shirtless. “That musta been Chico.” He waited for her attention, then flexed his rather large biceps. “My rhythm’s too good to be dropping shit.” He leered at her. “At least that’s what I’m told.”
Scott shook his head. “Why the hell are they teasing each other? They’re turning me on, dammit.”
Chico laughed as he walked past the crazy couple. “Just fuck already, please.” He sat in the recliner again. “I got a hard-on from this shit.”
That confirmed it in Mackenzie’s eyes. “He’s not gonna last much longer.” She spied the growing bulge in his pants. “Hope he doesn’t break her.”
“Anyone wanna go swimming?” Bridgette asked the room. “I’m going in the pool.” She ran upstairs. Minutes later, she reappeared wearing the tiniest bikini possible.
Austin’s mouth dropped. “Wow. If he don’t fuck her, I will.”
Jake stared at her barely covered body. “I don’t need a bathing suit.” He dropped his pants. “I’m not ashamed of nothing.”
Chico balked, “Damn, really? Put on some clothes, man.”
Margarette threw a dishtowel at him. “We have neighbors, you know.”
Biting her lip, Mackenzie looked Jake over. His cock wasn’t at its full size, but it was quite obvious it was much bigger than average. She knew from experience it was too big for her tastes. She frowned when Jake used the towel to cover his crotch and followed Bridgette outside.
Brandon jumped up. “I gotta see this.”
Scott did the same. “No way can they resist each other.”
They both stood at the back door, watching. Jake jumped in the pool, and Bridgette followed. Then she took her top off and tossed it on the deck. Her bottoms went flying soon after. She was floating on her back, and everything was exposed. Jake looked at her lustfully but made no move towards her. She looked frustrated.
Laughing, Scott waved at Austin. “This is too funny. They’re torturing each other, naked.”
“She’s naked?” Chico rushed over and peeked outside. “Damn, she is. Look at those tits.”
Margarette smacked Chico’s shoulder with a towel. “Stop looking at mi hermana.”
“She’s naked,” Chico said as if that explained it. “How can I not look?”
Pouting, Margarette replied, “Every guy looks at her.” She hated that men went for her sister before her. “Jake’s gonna cave. We all know it. Todos quieren.”
Chico felt guilty and stepped away from the door. “Mira, te quiero. Solo a ti.” He pulled her close and hugged her. “I just like to look at tits.”
Mackenzie hoped Jake lost so he couldn’t gloat. She walked over to the crowded back door, curiosity killing her. “What’re they doing now?”
“Jake’s doing his worst.” Scott grinned while Brandon turned away.
She smirked. “He’s touching himself?”
“Yep.” Scott watched Bridgette try to avert her eyes, but Jake kept getting closer. “He’s determined to win.”
Scott quickly ducked down. “Shit! I think she saw us.” Then he and Brandon ran back in the living room.
Not long after, Bridgette stomped into the house, only a towel around her body. “Who’s the peeping tom?”
Jake walked in behind her, also in a towel. “Bet the neighbors liked that view.” He grinned, eyebrows going up and down. “She’s hot as hell.”
“Still not gonna break me,” Bridgette insisted as she headed to the stairs, Jake on her heels. “I can resist anything.”
He laughed. “Oh yeah. We’ll see about that.” He followed her upstairs.
Brandon sighed. “I give them two minutes.”
“Five,” Scott countered.
Austin raised a hand. “Ten. She’s tough.”
“What are you betting on?” Margarette asked.
Chico finished his beer. “How long until the screaming starts.”
“Oh, fucking God!” Bridgette called out.
Brandon jumped up. “Told ya!”
Jake started moaning loudly. Then Bridgette cried out again.
“How about we all go outside.” Margarette was not comfortable with listening to her sister getting off. “Come on.” She opened the front door. “Let them have sex in private.”
Chico kissed her on the lips as he passed her. “I thought he was gonna explode.”
Everyone sat in the wicker chairs on the porch. With the door closed, the moans were partially muted. Seemed like no one knew what to talk about. The silence was a bit awkward. When the door opened and Jake appeared, everyone seemed relieved.
“Why’re you guys outside?” Jake stepped onto the porch in jeans, but barefoot.
Chico pointed a thumb to the house. “You guys were pretty loud.” He tilted his head. “So? Who won?”
Bridgette poked her head out. “It was a draw.” She had a well-fucked look on her face. Without another word, she walked to a wicker loveseat. “Jake?”
He glanced around at his friends before heading her way. “Yeah, babe?”
“Come ’ere.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him down.
He exhaled loudly and sat beside her. Then he shocked everyone by putting an arm around her shoulders. “Better?”
“Yep.” Bridgette leaned on his chest.
Brandon’s jaw had dropped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Jake, were you in an accident or something?”
“No.” Jake felt his face heat up a bit. “People change.”
Chico threw a seat cushion at Brandon. “Leave him alone. She’s happy.”
Mackenzie laughed. Then she put her hands up when Brandon swung the cushion at her. “Hey! No fair.”
Brandon watched her squirm and grinned. The way her body moved was turning him on. He dropped the pillow and pulled her to him by the neck. “Need to fuck you so bad,” he whispered. Then he pressed his lips to hers.
“There’s a guest room upstairs,” Jake called across the porch.
Mackenzie pulled back and bit her lip. “Perfect.”
Not waiting for Margarette to balk at the idea, Brandon pulled Mackenzie into the house, then upstairs. Frantically, he opened doors, looking for a room that looked unoccupied. When he found Jake’s duffel bag next to a queen bed and nothing else, he shook his head. He slept in the guest room? Fighting laughter, he tugged Mackenzie into the room and shut the door.
“Hurry up and get naked.” Brandon rushed to undress, feeling like he was about to spontaneously combust. He balls ached, his cock was harder that a rock. “Fucking shoes.” He had knotted up the laces. Kicking them off, finally naked, he rushed to Mackenzie.
She had her top and bra off, but her jeans were still at her ankles, blocked by her shoes. Suddenly, she was on her belly, bent over the unmade bed. “Brandon?” He filled her pussy with his cock in one stroke. “Oh, God, Brandon!” Pleasure washed over her from head to toe. Gripping the comforter, her back arched.
Brandon held her waist tightly as he drove in and out of her furiously. He growled. He was hell-bent on spilling his seed, even if they were interrupted. Her constant thrashing added to his pending orgasm. Watching her enjoy his rhythm always helped him get off. Another scream, and he thrust even harder, and the squishing sounds became louder.
Mackenzie couldn’t see, it was so powerful. Her entire body trembled and spasmed, for what felt like minutes on end. Fluid ran down her legs. Every one of Brandon’s thrusts made the pleasure grow. She cried out again, feeling like she couldn’t take anymore. Never had she gotten to that point so quickly. He slammed into her ass again and again, harder and harder.
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p; “Baby… baby… Please,” she begged.
Not even hearing her, Brandon called out her name. Then he gripped her, digging his fingers into her skin. “Gonna… cum…” He groaned loudly and ground into her deeply just as he flooded her body with semen. “Fuck, finally.” He collapsed on top her, no strength left in him at all.
“You OK?” she asked softly.
He nodded and kissed her shoulder. “Damn.” He took a few deep breaths. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Yeah.” Mackenzie sighed.
After a while, Brandon lifted his head. “Sorry, if it was too much.”
“Uh-uh.” She turned her head and grinned. “Shocked me at first, but, then it was all, holy shit!”
“Good.” He pushed off the bed, getting to his feet. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
She rolled over and winked at him. “Everybody needs fast and furious sometimes.”
“True.” He put out his hand and helped her up. “Bathroom is right next door.”
Mackenzie felt the oozing already. “Yeah, I’m gonna need that.” She grabbed her shirt and bra, then shuffled out of the room.
After dressing, Brandon sat on the bed. He was drained, but he felt good. He looked around. Jake hadn’t unpacked, but his things were the only ones there. He shook his head. Can he really change?”
“Uh, Brandon?” Mackenzie called out. “I have a little issue.”
He stood and walked into the hallway. “What’s wrong? Did your period start?” He hoped not. Even with her birth control implant, sometimes she menstruated.
“No.” She opened the bathroom door and showed him her jeans. “I can’t put these on. They’re wet.”
Brandon cracked up. “Damn!”‘ He hadn’t thought of that. She glared at him and he tried to stop laughing. “Sorry. I know. Not funny.”
She pouted. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Hang tight.” He pushed her back and closed the bathroom door. “Be right back.” He hurried down the stairs, then burst out onto the porch. Everyone laughed loudly.
“Done already?” Austin asked, knowing Brandon normally took forever with Mackenzie.
Scott put a hand over his mouth for a few seconds, then said, “I think you guys woke the dead. You were so loud.”
“One of the neighbors stopped by and asked if Kenzie was all right.” Chico doubled over, falling on the floor, hysterical.
Brandon sighed. “Glad to be so entertaining.” He looked to Margarette. She looked to be Mackenzie’s size. “Uh, can I ask a favor?”
Margarette was trying to hide her blush. While Mackenzie was screaming all she could think was, He must be as good as Chico. “What do you need?”
“Uh, it’s kinda…” Brandon didn’t want to make them all laugh again. “Can you come inside?”
She stood. “Something wrong?
“Sorta.” Brandon opened the door and followed her inside. “Can Kenzie borrow jeans or shorts?”
Margarette headed up the stairs. “Sure. Is she OK?”
“Yeah… well… her jeans are kinda… wet.”
Walking into her bedroom, Margarette laughed as quietly as she could. “You mean like in she wet her pants?”
“Not exactly.” Brandon was starting to feel uncomfortable. “When we have sex, she… well she…”
“Oh!” Margarette blushed deeply. “Oh wow. TMI, Brandon.”
He groaned. “Don’t tell her I told you. Please.”
She nodded. “I won’t.” She sorted through a drawer and came to him with a pair of jeans similar to what Mackenzie had been wearing earlier. “No one will know the difference.” She sighed. “Should I change the bedding?”
“I would,” Brandon replied sheepishly. “Sorry. She’s hard to resist.”
“I understand completely. When Chico came home, he knocked me onto the couch.” Her hand went over her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that.” She shooed him with her hands. “Go give that to her.”
When Mackenzie had changed, her and Brandon went to the kitchen to get a drink, then joined everyone on the porch again. They sat in the same chairs, both much more relaxed.
“Better, right?” Jake asked.
Mackenzie smirked at him. “Much.”
Chapter 7
Scott woke up Monday morning thinking it had come much too quickly. He glanced at Austin sleeping behind him. They had gotten even closer that weekend, but he dreaded having to talk about his family. He knew Austin wanted to know what happened. It wasn’t something anyone who wasn’t involved knew.
The night before, they had gone out with Brandon and Mackenzie to a karaoke bar. It was a lot of fun. Mackenzie wasn’t as bad as she said she was. She and Brandon sang “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” by Meat Loaf. Buzzed and laughing through most of it, in the end they pulled it off. The crowd loved it. Scott admired their guts, since neither of them sang too often. Brandon only did when writing music.
After a few hours, they left and went to a strip club. Mackenzie’s idea. She had a good time dancing with the girls working the floor. Scott paid for her to get a lap dance, and she enjoyed it more than he expected. When they got back to the hotel, he thought she would be all over the three of them, but she and Brandon went to bed. He heard them having sex, but it wasn’t wild. It was most definitely making love.
He knew he needed to leave the night before behind and move on, but it bugged him. Lifting Austin’s arm carefully, he slid off the bed. After relieving himself, He took a shower. Then with a towel around his waist, he walked across the room. The door to Brandon and Mackenzie’s room was open. He moved as stealthily as possible and peeked in on them.
Brandon had his back to the door, his arms around her. Biting his lip, Scott scanned Brandon. His entire body was exposed. He admired his ass, wondering if he would ever be allowed to touch him again. Sinking his fingers into him was something he would never forget. He was sure he had added to Brandon’s orgasm that night. His cock twitched when he imagined driving it into Brandon.
A noise made him turn. Austin stirred and landed on his back. His stiff cock lay over his hip. Torn, he licked his lips. An image of Austin and Brandon sucking him and fucking him came to mind. Then he shook his head. Not gonna happen.
“Come back to bed.” Austin lifted a hand, then dropped it. “I’m lonely.”
Scott took one last look at Brandon and walked back to Austin. “Sorry. Couldn’t sleep.”
“What’s wrong?” Austin’s eyes were still closed, but he was half-awake. His hand opened, hoping Scott would take it in his.
Sitting on the bed, away from Austin’s hand, Scott sighed. “I guess I was hoping with our rooms connected there’d be more threesomes… or foursomes.”
“It’s not like we can swap partners,” Austin reminded him. “Brandon’s changing. He loves her.”
Scott shrugged his shoulders. “‘I know, but she really likes watching us and us doing her.”
“Yeah, but he don’t.” Austin sighed. Then his phone alarm went off. He rolled over and turned it off. It was time to get up, but he wasn’t exactly willing. He threw his arm over his eyes and stretched his legs out. Sensing Scott was having doubts about their relationship, he asked, “Are you bored with me?”
“No!” Scott was surprised by the question. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. You know I like a woman in the mix more times than not.”
Austin shook his head. “Is that because you’re afraid of your feelings? Or mine?”
“It’s not like that.” OK. Maybe it is, Scott thought to himself. “Wouldn’t you enjoy constant threesomes with a woman who wanted us both?”
Smiling, Austin moved his arm up and eyed his lover. “Maybe not constant. But often? Yeah. I like watching you fuck. Seeing that thick cock slide in and out of a pussy is so hot.” He closed his eyes, gripped his own shaft and stroked it. “Watching your ass as you slam into her again and again.”
Scott heard Austin’s voice getting deeper and glanced at the bed. His lids
lowered slightly as Austin ran his hand up and down his dick. Austin deserved better, but Scott knew he didn’t want anyone else. To prove he still cared, he crawled over to him and knelt between his legs.
When a tongue caressed his balls, Austin jumped. He had been lost in fantasy, forgetting he had been talking to Scott. “You want me to fuck you?”
Shaking his head, Scott leaned down again. Then he dragged his tongue up Austin’s inner thigh and across his scrotum. The soft moan told him he was right on track.
Austin’s hand moved faster when Scott sucked on a testicle. “Fuck, yes.”
Mackenzie was soon awake. When she heard Austin moaning, she smiled. She tried to get up, but Brandon held her tightly. Slightly disappointed, she lay back down on his bicep and listened to the sounds of pleasure from the next room. Quickly, they grew louder. She tried to imagine what was happening. Since only Austin’s voice was heard, she expected he was being fucked. She could see Scott behind him, pounding his ass as hard as possible. Suddenly Austin cried out even louder. Then there was silence.
“They better be done,” Brandon mumbled. “Woke me outta a good dream.” He hugged Mackenzie tighter. “Me and you were onstage, and you asked me to marry you.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out for a few seconds. “I what?”
“Proposed to me.” Brandon sighed. “You even had a ring. It was cool.”
She shut her eyes. No way! He better not be thinking marriage.
He could feel her cringing beside him. He said,“It was just a stupid dream.” His eyes closed, feeling a bit dejected. Guess I need to wait on proposing. She relaxed slowly and he ran a hand over her arm. Changing the subject seemed a good distraction. “Think I should cut my hair? It’s kinda getting longer than I’m used to.”
“I like it.” She reached back and combed his hair with her fingers. “But if you wanna cut it, it’s up to you.”
Brandon chewed on his bottom lip a bit, then kissed the top of Mackenzie’s head. “If it gets too hard to fix, I’ll cut it a little.” He usually had his hair spiked in all directions, but it was taking more work lately. “Do you really like it?”
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