Page 47 of Property of Necro
“Do you do this a lot?” I ask as my cock twitches to life. Just a bit.
Rot nods and continues to bathe her cunt with his tongue. One final time, he pushes down on her stomach, and when he’s confident he’s gotten every bit of her clean, he slides back and sits on the end of the bed. His chin is covered in saliva, and his lips are cherry red. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth to get rid of the evidence.
I glance at Necro. “You grossed out our brother just ate our cum?”
Necro shakes his head as if he doesn’t give a fuck. That makes one of us, ‘cause the thought of Rot eating my cum makes my stomach churn.
“That’s always been my plan,” Rot explains as if I’m supposed to know what that plan is.
When he doesn’t fill in the blank, I gesture for him to keep talkin’.
“When we were livin’ in the foster home, we talked about what we wanted outta life, right? We talked about sharin’ a woman.”
“Youtalked about sharin’ one. We didn’t,” I remind. He was the kid sitting on the bed, droning on about gettin’ out in the real world together, finding us a woman, and making her ours. Necro and I… yeah… We weren’t down with that. I hate women, and he… Well, that’s his story to tell, not mine.
Rot rolls his eyes. “Semantics.”
I snort. Semantics, my ass.
“What else did we talk about?” I challenge. “It sure as fuck wasn’t you eatin’ my cum. Are you bi, and you didn’t tell us?” It’s fine if he is. None of us give a damn about who you fuck and wanna be with, but we’ve been brothers for more than half our lives. The least he coulda done was tell us.
Rot’s face screws up like he’s suckin’ on a lemon. “Ew. Gross. I mean, you’re not ugly.” He checks me out, clinically, stops at the clear outline of my half-hard cock, and rolls his eyes. “But thinkin’ about your dick or hairy ass doesn’t get me hard. No offense.”
Good.
Glad that’s settled.
“None taken.” I nod, but… “And my ass ain’t hairy,” I tack on, ‘cause how dare he insult my perfectly decent ass.
“Yes, it is hairy.”
“No, it’s not.” I chuck the wad of bloodied gauze at his chest. It hits between his pecs before it finds its way to the floor.
Rot doesn’t seem fazed by my outburst when he turns to address our other brother, who never has much to say. “Necro. Is Coffin’s ass hairy?”
“I have blond hair and blond pubes.” I point out the obvious.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a hairy ass, idiot.”
Pulling down the back of my pants, I flash them a full moon. “See.” I point to the smooth cheeks. “Nothairy.”
Rot climbs off the bed, walks right over to my exposed ass, and plucks a hair off my cheek. Growling at him, I shove him in the chest as he smiles like a fuckin’ douche, holding up a blond hair pinched between two fingers. “See. Hairy.”
To prove some dumb point, Rot turns around, pulls down his pants, and points to his far-too-sculpted ass cheeks.
Alright.
Fine.
His cheeks are smooth, but that doesn’t mean mine are hairy.
Rolling my eyes, I right my jeans as he rights his, and we both turn to Sola, done with this hairy-ass conversation.
Rot removes her purple slippers and smacks me in the chest with them. “You stained her favorite thing. You’re gonna fix it.”
“She slapped me.” I point out the obvious, again.
“Yeah. She did. It was hot.”
