Page 27 of CurVy Baby

My head gets heavy. “Fuck, Pup. You sure do suck like you want something to swallow. So greedy for the milk from my fat cock. Now drain my brother’s like that, too. Such a good girl for us. Such a spoilt girl with all this attention.”

Tyler moves her body while she focuses on me. Moulding her legs around his waist, he circles her wet centre and then pushes into her, pressing violent moans up her throat that rumble around my cock.

“Fuck.” My neck rolls on my shoulders.

Then I hear it.

Footsteps coming down the stairs.

He did come…

I lift my head in time to watch Dexter take the final step, dressed in jeans worth more than most people make in a month and a crease-free white shirt. He drove here, took the dirt road at the back—that’s not good. He didn’t join us in our way, in our game, hunting rabbits.

When Vallie notices him and tries to pull from my cock to say something, I stop her, holding her impaled. Gagged. Mine. Show him who we are!

“Tut tut, Pup. Suck.”

Dexter stares at me deadpan and then looks at Vallie drooling for my cock, and Tyler as he uses her body, driving moans from her, touching her everywhere. My twin makes love with every limb, hand—inch. He touches and kisses.

It’s damn mesmerizing.

“Sit. Watch,” I say as Vallie sucks me deeper, tearing my attention from him and back to her. Vallie’s face shows her state of overstimulation; lips spread, eyes squeezed shut, drool pouring into my pubic hair. “Or… My wife has another hole, brother. You can have that.”

Tyler slows down, hesitation seeping in. I can almost hear the ‘What if he doesn’t want to stay,’ ‘What if I do something wrong.’

Overthinking…

But then Vallie brushes her nails up the back of his neck and into his hair, releasing his tension, a show of muscles trembling to her gentle attention.

I use her mouth.

Take control of it.

Dexter studies us and strokes his jaw, thinking. “What do you let them do to you, Baby Girl? Like this. Here?” Sitting down on the chair opposite, he leans back and watches. His eyes are dark and unreadable. “Daddy’s watching now.”

She moans, and I realise she likes it. Their pet names. Well, well. I fuck her throat deeper while Tyler contradicts the rough speed by rolling slower, surely hitting every inch she needs to come. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy, baby? Like—Oh Fuck. Vallie Baby, your cunt is choking me.”

He is close.

But nervous.

His hands fist her thighs, pawing, frantic, desperate for it to happen, but— “Fuck. Fuck!” he complains.

I push deeper and then hold still, impaling Vallie, my cock a protruding path down her neck. I growl. Feels so good. Try to ignore the pressure building inside my balls. Moments from exploding. Taking control so my sweet brother can come, I reach both hands out and wrap them around his throat, squeezing as he continues to pound her pussy.

And the sounds…

Wet slapping.

Hot grunting.

Choking.

Frantic moans.

My cock lengthens to the chaotic energy in the cabin. Dexter a dark presence watching. Vallie so overwhelmed she’s mindless with us. Tyler’s airless growls of agony mix with the hot, wet smacking of his body against her core, culminating in the message I want for Dexter. This is us.

I lock eyes with my big brother. “Welcome home, brother. This is what we are.”

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