Page 27 of Nine Inch Nasty
She’s got one arm wrapped around my head, the other around my brother, breath stuttering as she whimpers.
When I can’t take it anymore, I start working my brother inside her as well, wasting water in this pointlessly long shower but not fucking caring, because when he starts to squeeze inside that tight, hot spot with me, I start to black out and Delaney starts screaming, squeezing us for all she’s worth.
I know we made plans to take this to the bed, but it’s been too many days since I’ve been inside of her, and this isn’t going to last long at all.
August starts sucking on her neck and marking it up while I take her mouth again, my fingers in a death grip on her hips so I can use her body in the harshest way possible. It’s impossibly tight and strangling, and I can’t even move very fast with me and my brother both shoved inside of her this way, but every thrust feels so impossibly good that it doesn’t even matter.
“Ohfuck, Delaney. Come all over us and scream, baby. Need to fill you up. Want to see us dripping out of your body.”
I snake a hand down between our bodies and stroke her clit in the slow, lazy way she likes, and it’s not long before her second orgasm breaks, her legs shaking as she’s held wide open for us still, our thick cocks stuffing her so damn full the cum can’t even drip out of her until one of us pulls out.
I wait to do that until me and August are both completely spent, kissing him on the forehead before taking his spot, helping Delaney to stand while I start washing her hair, watching mybrother wash his and slap a washcloth into Wil’s hand, already sudsed up. Wil lifts a shaking hand up to start washing Delaney, getting more and more comfortable touching her as he goes.
“She’s not going to break, you know.”
Wil freezes, flashing his eyes up to me. “Huh?”
“Touch her, man. She wants it, I promise.”
Wil nods to himself as he starts to finally put a bit of force into his scrubbing of Delaney’s arm, freezing again when he gets to her collarbone, eyes refusing to drop any lower. He gives himself some sort of silent pep talk because he then proceeds to run that washcloth right between Delaney’s glorious breasts, and I let him do his thing while I wash Delaney’s hair and my brother finishes washing himself, moving on to washing my hair for me. We must look like a bunch of monkeys in here, grooming each other like this.
Whatever, it feels nice.
“So, Delaney, can I ask you something? I’ve been meaning to ask you for a b-bit, but like, I kept forgetting, you know? After all that business up in the rainbow realm and trying to fix everybody…it just keeps slipping my mind.”
Delaney sighs, leaning against me as the hot water pulls the suds from her hair. “Of course, what’s up, Wil?”
He takes a deep breath and then pulls one of her hands into both of his. “It’s just that…we didn’t get the courtship I would have wanted, and I’m okay with things moving like they did, really, but I wanted to know if I could possibly set up a date for just us? Or, you know…whoever else wanted to come….” His voice trails off, his face flushing red. “Actually, never mind. That was a stupid idea. Forget I asked.”
He kisses her on the cheek and moves to finish washing himself, but Delaney grabs his hand. “Wil, that’s not stupid at all, it’s sweet. And I’d love to.”
His eyes perk up. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Great! I mean, yeah, that’s…I would love that. And are we…are we telling other people? About us, I mean. It’s just that I don’t want anyone gossiping and getting anything wrong, don’t want my parents to show up here again and harass you. I’m still very sorry about that.”
“I know you are,” she says as she wraps her arms around him for a fully naked hug, his eyes widening.
I flip the water off and hand Delaney out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the shelf and wrapping it around her shoulders.
“Of course we’re telling people, Wil. You’re not a secret I want to keep, I’m proud to be with you.”
Wil starts toweling himself off but freezes at that. “Really? You’re not just saying that? I know I come off a bit…strong…but you would really do that?”
Delaney throws him a look of confusion. “Wil, of course. Did you think I was going to just pretend like we were still friends or something in public?”
He shrugs, keeping his towel firmly around his hips. “Didn’t want to assume.”
We all follow her into the closet to grab something clean to put on, and I find some sweats from Adam’s drawers that should mostly fit him, so I toss those at him. “You’ll want to get your stuff moved in here when you can. Let me know when you want to do it and we’ll all pitch in.”
“Th-thanks, August.”
I crack a smile. “I’m Jackson.”
His face flushes scarlet red, and Delaney pinches that splotch of red because she knows it’s cute.
“Right. Sorry. I should have known that. I feel very…overwhelmed right now.”
