Page 16 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

Besides, I’d never had an experience like this in my life. I’d always wondered what it might be like, surrendering my bodyto two or more lovers. I imagined the thrill of having them ravish me, over and over. Taking me in debaucherously new ways that would only be possible when there were six eager hands, three pairs of lips, and a hot trio of thick, throbbing members, all hard and swollen and ready to sheath themselves in my womanhood.

As they took charge and guided me into the nearest bedroom, my head was still spinning.

If there was ever a time to let loose, for a girl to fulfill her every most sordid fantasy, this was it. I was five thousand miles from home. Safely tucked away in some beautiful mansion on a distant island, surrounded not only by men I loved and trusted, but who alsoseriouslyturned me the fuck on. I could do anything in the world I wanted tonight. I could fuck these men unconscious then dance through the halls naked, singing at the top of my lungs.

I started off by jumping straight into the middle of the king-sized bed.

“Alright, a couple of ground rules,” I started off. “First, this is a one-time thing.” I looked pointedly at Kayden and Bishop. “We’re blowing off steam, here. Satisfying long years of curiosity, and letting out decades of pent-up sexual pressure.”

“Agreed,” they both said.

“Second…” I paused dramatically, “Whatever happens tonight never fucking happened. And by that I meannobodyfinds out. No friends, no buddies, and especially not Jason. Got it?”

“So what happens in the mansion stays in the mansion?” smirked Bishop.

“Don’t joke. I’m serious.”

“This all goes without saying,” Kayden reassured me, elbowing his friend. “Pay no attention to dickhead, here. Next?”

“Third, and most important of all, this doesn’t change or affect our friendship,” I went on. “If I thought that were even a possibility, I’d never do this, but we both know you boys are shallow enough to willfully forget.” I wagged a finger at them. “Once this is done, I don’t want either of you treating me any differently than you always have.”

“So we can still keep teasing and fucking around with you?” laughed Bishop.

I nodded firmly. “You’d better.”

“Fine. Works for me.”

“I mean it,” I reiterated. “Everything’s the same after this. Nothing changes. Except, well…”

A moment of awkward silence stretched out between us.

“Except for the memories of our one-night trip to pound town,” said Bishop, matter of factly.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I also chuckled.

“See? This is why you don’t kiss your brother’s best friends,” I quipped.

The boys approached the bed from three sides, like hungry sharks ready to feed. As they reached for the waistband of their boxer briefs, Kayden locked eyes with me.

“Anything else?”

I thought hard for a moment, then smiled.

“Yeah. Make it good for me.” Falling back into the softness of the bed’s fluffy down comforter, I stretched my arms overhead and sighed. “It’s been a while.”

~ 10 ~

JOCELYN

It was better than I’d ever dreamed. Hotter than every one of my wildest and most twisted fantasies, which in retrospect was crazy, because I’d stored up quite a few.

There should’ve been weirdness between us, considering our history; an awkwardness that got in the way of physical intimacy. Instead, it was exactly the opposite. The taboo aspect of finally getting to fuck my brother’s friends made it all the more forbidden, nasty and wrong. The nastier it got, the better it was for me. And the better it was, the more my body began desperately craving their touch.

“You ready for this?”

I nodded vaguely as Kayden and Bishop crawled into bed on either side of me, grinning as if they’d finally gotten the one toy they’d always wanted, yet somehow had been denied. Their kisses were volcanically hot, their wandering hands strong and insistent. But it was the feel of their hard bodies that turned me on the most. The sensation of them grinding against me, pressing into me from the front and the back, was almost too much to bear.

The boys took turns on my mouth, passing it back and forth between them and even fighting over it like a trophy. They kissed me so deeply I became lost in lust, staring dazedly into their eyes as my mind struggled to grasp the enormity of whatwe were about to do. In time I was writhing, twisting, groping. Reaching out with both hands, for anything I could find. At first the boys wouldn’t let me touch them. They deflected my every attempt with octopus-like efficiency, while their own hands and mouths roamed my body with full, frustrating impunity.

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