“You’ve got some nerve to say that about me!” he said. “Especially since you’re the one who couldn’t give a shit if our dad lives or dies tomorrow!”
Jacob started to get up to attack his brother, but Bailey quickly moved between them.
“Stop it!” she said. “Both of you! This isn’t right!”
“He had no right to say that!” said Jacob.
“Then you know how he feels,” she said. Jacob turned his head away in shame. Bailey’s head moved from one to the other.
“Your dad is dying,” she said. “Did you ever stop to wonder why he doesn’t want the chemo anymore?” The boys stood in silence, waiting for the answer. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe he wants to spend these last few months with his family, happy?” Andrew let his head drop knowing that she was right. Bailey said, “I don’t care if you fight over me, but I’m not going to let you fight over your dad when he loves you both so much. I know you two are hurting and dealing with things in your own way, but… being apart is not the way to handle it.”
Andrew looked at Bailey and then at his brother Jacob. When they were young, they were the best of friends and now here they were ready to fight each other on their dying father’s birthday.
“She’s right, Jake,” Andrew admitted. “I was too busy thinking about my own pain to realize what was going on with you.” Jacob looked at his brother, sadness filling his eyes.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve been an ass. I’m sorry.”
Bailey smiled.
“Now it’s a real reunion,” she said.
The brothers smiled at each other and then turned to Bailey.
“Thanks Bails,” said Andrew. Jacob nodded.
“Almost makes me hate that we were about to let another thing come between us,” he said.
Bailey blushed again.
“It shouldn’t have,” she said. “We’ve always been together… that shouldn’t change.” Jacob raised an eyebrow, unsure of what his dearest friend meant. Suddenly, Bailey approached Andrew and pulled his head towards hers. The two embraced in a deep passionate kiss. Jacob looked on his brother held the woman he had fucked the previous night. After a few moments, the two broke apart and Bailey made her way to Jacob.
“I love both of you,” she said. “I always have. There is no reason that has to change.” With that, she moved in and kissed her second lover with just as much passion as her first.
***
The three went to Andrew’s suite and put a privacy sign on the door. As soon as they entered, the two brothers took turns kissing Bailey. They both took her clothes off until she remained in her purple lace bra and matching panties. Bailey had fished their cocks out of their pants and promptly began sucking them greedily. Jacob and Andrew stood in awe as Bailey slowly alternated between their cocks.
Though awkward, occasionally the boys caught each other’s eyes; both of them lost in the lustful feelings being created by their mutual best friend. Bailey felt so turned on pleasing both of the boys. She would never have called herself adventurous when it came to sex, but found she could not help herself when she was around these two. This was where she and her two friends belonged: with each other.
Jacob stroked his cock as Bailey scarfed his brother’s cock down her throat. She gagged and moaned as she felt it slide against her throat. Andrew eyes were closed, but would sometimes flutter open in order to stare deeply into Bailey’s eyes.
“Oh….Bailey…. that feels great,” he said. Bailey took his cock out and began sucking on his full balls before stroking Jacob’s cock. Both brothers groaned in pleasure as she alternated between the two cocks; sucking one and lathering it up with her saliva before putting the other in her mouth.
Jacob pulled Bailey off of his cock as he slowly eased her down onto the bed. Bailey looked at him; her eyes full of lust. Jacob never broke eye contact with her as he spread her legs and slowly pushed into her again. Bailey gasped and closed her eyes as she took his full length. As Jacob rocked in and out of her, Andrew stood by her head looking at the spectacle while he stroked his hard cock. Before he could even register what was happening, Andrew’s cock was engulfed by Bailey’s mouth. Her body moved to rhythm of Jacob’s thrust which pushed Andrew’s cock deeper into her throat.
Andrew was impressed by how well she seemed to take his cock down her throat. Bailey moaned wantonly. Her pussy gushed with juices. Jacob pulled out of Bailey and moved his cock toward her head, wanting to feel her wet mouth again. Andrew looked at his brother and smiled knowingly at him. Bailey looked up at the boys as they helped her up onto her hands and knees. Bailey had a wry smile across her face as she took Jacob’s cock into her mouth and Andrew mounted her from behind. She pushed her round ass onto his cock, begging for him to fuck her. It took nothing for Andrew’s stiff cock to slip inside Bailey’s pussy. She moaned on Jacob’s cock as her breasts bounced and heaved with each powerful thrust.
Andrew was a surprisingly powerful fucker. His thrusts rocked her whole body that even Jacob seemed to be impressed with how strong his strokes were. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex as each person approached climax. Bailey’s back became covered in scratches as both men dragged their nails across her skin.
Andrew looked at his brother, who was short of breath as well, and silently they both agreed on what was to happen. Without warning, Andrew and Jacob pulled out of their respective holes and laid Bailey down on her back. Bailey looked up as the two men stroked their cocks above while she played with her breasts and pussy.
“Come on me,” she said. “Make me yours forever.” The Nelson twins closed their eyes as they simultaneously emptied their loads onto Bailey’s face and chest. Bailey groaned in pleasure as she made herself climax as well, feeling the sticky fluid of her friends cover her body. Bailey looked up at the twins who stared down at her with loving eyes. The three now realized that this moment in their lives was not just a reunion, but a new chapter in all of their lives and that no matter how far away they would drift apart, they would always be together forever.
THE END
Bonus Story 36/40
One Night Stand
Blair
The train journey home was long, tiring, and arduous, but I was glad to be getting back. I’d spent the weekend at a work conference, but unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on how you wanted to look at it – the final speaker had fallen ill, meaning the event had been cut short.
I was disappointed, because she was the only person I’d been really interested in seeing, but I was excited to surprise Gary. It felt like ages since I’d seen him last and I couldn’t wait for some much needed one on one time with him. Things had felt a little off recently because I’d been so busy, and I was glad for the opportunity to make that up to him.
We’d been together for years by this point, and I was becoming increasingly convinced that he was slowly heading towards proposing to me – finally! He was being secretive and a little shady, which could only mean that we were finally going to take the next step. One I’d been waiting for forever.
I was certain that once we were engaged, he’d want to move in together too – something else I’d been angling for, dreaming about for a very long time. It wasn’t that we didn’t love one another, it was just that he had a slight commitment phobia – one that I’d been chipping away at.
As I finally staggered off the train carriage, I made the decision to go to Gary’s before even making a quick trip home. Sure, I could use a shower and a change of clothes, but I feared if I went back there I’d end up crawling into bed, too shattered to do anything else, and I really didn’t want to. I felt like that would be a waste of a free evening, so I hopped in the nearest cab, and gave the driver Gary’s address.
My heart began to pound as we grew nearer to his home; I was excited, needing to be with him once more. Luckily I’d thought to take his house key with me before I left because it meant I could really shock him.
He was going to love
it; I was certain of that!
I opened the door quietly, and snuck inside. As I peeked at my watch, I noticed that it was just after ten pm, which meant he was probably watching television in bed, wanting to be ready for work the next day – he was obsessed with his job – so I tiptoed silently, trying not to giggle, and I flung open his bedroom door, yelling “Surprise!” as I did.
Silence. The silence hit me like a smack in the face. I’d expected him to yell with joy at my arrival. What the hell was going on?
Then it hit me what I was actually seeing. Gary, in bed, having sex with someone else.
“What the fuck Blair?” he finally cried out in shock and annoyance, pointlessly trying to cover himself up. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Who?” I panted, stepping backwards, trying to fit the jigsaw pieces together. It wasn’t quite making sense to me. “What?”
“Who’s that Gary?” the red haired vixen next to him called out, looking about as stunned as I felt.
“It’s my ex-girlfriend.” He turned to face her, exasperation filling his face.
“Ex?!” I shrieked. “Ex? When the fuck did I become your ex? Why didn’t you tell me?” I turned to face the woman. “We’ve been together for nearly four years. If we aren’t together anymore, then he didn’t have the decency to tell me.”
“Don’t listen to her Sandra,” he looked at this stranger pleadingly, caring more about her opinion than mine. “She’s crazy.”
Sandra.
His secretary. I remembered him talking about her nonstop for a period, but for some reason I’d trusted him too much not to be worried. What an idiot! And what a fucking cliché – she was probably the reason that he liked his job so much.
I didn’t want to stay and fight what was so clearly going to be a losing battle. Gary wasn’t even acknowledging me, and I had far too much pride to force him to, so I spun on my heels with tears racing down my face, and I raced from Gary’s house, gagging for some fresh air.
“What a fucking prick,” I muttered under my breath, as the cold air hit me, while I tried to decide on my next move.
What the hell was I going to do now?
Not only had I just lost my boyfriend, I’d lost the future that I’d been depending on for years.
This was absolutely gutting, and I had no idea how I was ever going to recover…
*****
Jason
I’d only been in this new city for a few hours, and I already liked it a whole lot. I could sense opportunity pouring out of every orifice, and with the amount of money I had at my disposal, anything was possible.
I’d already purchased a new business venture here, before even setting foot on its grounds, and I was certain that I’d do well no matter what. If there was one thing that I understood well, it was how to make money, and that was what I fully intended to do here!
I decided that the only way to get to know a new place was to go out drinking there. Trawling through the bars, I’d get to know the city, the people, and what people did for fun. It would give me an idea of what the vibe of my new home was.
So that’s why I headed to the nearest drinking hole almost the second that I stepped off of the plane, and I’d been exploring ever since.
By the time I spotted the crying woman sitting in the trashiest bar I’d come across, I was well and truly buzzed. I didn’t normally go out of my way to speak to strangers, because I always found that they were after something once they learned my identity and about my riches, but there was something about this one that drew me in. She intrigued me, and in my tipsy state, I decided to find out more.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked, sidling up next to her, acting totally out of character for me.
“Piss off,” she shot back glumly, not even looking up to see me. As I examined her appearance, it was clear that she was hurting, and that made it feel safe for me to continue. I wasn’t about to be used by someone who had their own problems in mind.
Was I?
“I’m sorry,” I sighed deeply, suddenly wishing that I could find the right words. “I just… you look so sad; I wanted to make you smile.”
With that, she finally looked up at me, distain filling her entire expression. “Well then, can you go back in time and stop me from wasting four years of my life on a fuckwit?” As she spoke, it was obvious that she’d been drinking, but that the pain was keeping her sober. In that moment, I wished I was less tipsy too. I wasn’t wasted, but this felt like a serious, somber moment that should be treated as such.
“Oh dear,” I shook my head sadly. “What happened?”
She eyed me suspiciously for a few moments, trying to assess my motives. I tried to keep my expression as straight as my intentions were. There was no denying that this woman was gorgeous, but I had no desire to take advantage of her vulnerability! I’d spent too much of my life worrying about people doing that to me, I certainly wasn’t about to do the same.
“I found my boyfriend in bed with his secretary,” she sneered at me, clearly realizing that I could be trusted. “A while ago. And even worse, he told her that I’m his ex-girlfriend. Sure, things have been a bit shitty for a while, I suppose, but he never broke up with me.”
All the things I wanted to say about this man started to bubble to the surface, but I forced myself to keep them inside. Things were often said in the heat of the moment, then retracted later on, and I didn’t know enough about the situation to intervene, to give an opinion.
So instead, I decided on a different tactic. “Come on,” I held my hand out to her, standing up. “Let’s go and get rip roaring drunk.”
“Why?” She looked at me through narrow eyes, her guards flying back up.
“Because you need cheering up,” I shrugged. That was honestly all that I cared about, and I hoped that she could see that.
“But you don’t even know me.”
She was rightly suspicious, but I wasn’t going to let that put me off.
“So? We can still have a laugh, right?”
With that she smiled, finally accepting my offer, took my hand and followed behind me.
*****
Blair
Somehow, the stranger had taken me from heartbroken to elated in the space of a couple of hours.
He insisted on taking me dancing, despite my terrible appearance and suitcase – which he paid someone to look after – and he forced me into some random nightclub.
At first, I was extremely dubious, but after a few drinks, when I’d managed to let my hair down a bit, I began to really seriously enjoy myself – something I hadn’t expected at all. Moving to the beat and acting mad on the dance floor with this crazy fun loving guy, was the absolute best remedy for my horrible situation.
I certainly wasn’t thinking about Gary and Sandra at any rate…
And as the night wore on, it was safe to say that while he was being honorable, keeping to his word; my mind kept wandering into dirtier territory. I hadn’t expected to feel anything about this guy, but somehow through my alcohol addled mind, seeing him naked was all that I could think about.
Jason – as I now knew he was called – was easily one of the most gorgeous men that I’d ever laid eyes on. He had sandy blond hair, sparkling green eyes and the kind of muscular body that he’d clearly worked hard for. He was totally the opposite to Gary’s dark, thinner appearance, and that was enough to have me feeling incredibly turned on.
But it wasn’t just his appearance that I was attracted to. I really enjoyed his personality too. He was exciting, funny and really sweet. Sure, it seemed like he had a lot of money too, but I really didn’t care about that. I liked Jason for him, and considering what had happened in the last few hours, that was something of a revelation.
I knew it wasn’t a wise move to lose myself in this stranger when I was hurting so badly, but logic had well and truly gone from my mind by this point, and as I watched him swinging his body, goofing around on the dance floor, trying to make me laugh, all I could focus
on was lust.
I could feel a clear, strong connection between us, and I needed to act upon it now before I changed my mind, before I allowed myself to think rationally. I just felt like I’d regret it if I let this opportunity slip past me, so without giving myself another second to think, I leant across to kiss him, internally praying desperately that he wouldn’t reject me.
He didn’t.
Instead, he pulled me in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me, kissing me gently and passionately all at once.
When we eventually pulled apart, I stared into his desire filled eyes, and I bit my lip in anticipation. I didn’t care how stupid it was, I wanted this guy badly, and I hoped that he could see that.
“Come on,” he finally whispered against my lips. “Let’s go. My car is waiting outside.”
I nodded numbly as a reply, no longer trusting myself to speak.
As soon as we stepped into his limousine, he told the driver to take us to his home, and closed the partition to give us some privacy.
Then, he put his hands on my cheeks, filling me with an intense warmth, and he rested his forehead against mine, just staring into my eyes.
In that moment, it became far more than just lust to me. It felt romantic, and I was actually enjoying that. It made it feel that much more special.
I didn’t even look at Jason’s home as we pulled up outside it. I was too busy staring at him, and wondering what was going to happen next. I was aware that the building was huge, that it was practically a mansion, but that was about it.
All I wanted to do was get my hands on him, to feel him all over me. I wanted to forget everything else, and just remember him.
As we eventually made it through the door, Jason instantly turned to face me, pulling me in for the horniest kiss ever. I almost crumbled under that touch alone.
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