From voyeur to participant

I saw Brooke’s car in the driveway and told Jennifer to drop me off up the street instead. I waved goodbye to my friend as she drove away and then quickly dove into action; running across the yards of our peaceful suburb back to my house. I crouched down as I got closer and peered through the pickets of our fence.
“You got a problem with me?” Brooke asked my stepbrother.
“What? Who are you?” my brother answered in surprise.
“Got a problem with this?” Brooke sneered at him, grabbing the hunk of shemale meat in her shorts. Her cock created a massive bulge, especially in the skimpy pair of shorts she was wearing. It was every bit of nine inches long with the girth to match.
“I don’t even know you! I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Do you know my sister or something?” Brandon dropped the rag and the hose he’d been using to wash the car.
Brooke was tall, muscular and large-bodied without being fat. She was all these things while maintaining her femininity. Brooke had full lips, a nice firm ass, and massive breasts. Her nipples get so long and stiff when she’s aroused, it’s like–I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?
Brooke closed the gap between herself and my stepbrother. She was easily a few inches taller, and fantastically intimidating as she stared down her nose at him. “That’s right, I know Tiff. You’re going to apologize to her and you’re going to apologize to me. Got that?” she grabbed his arm threateningly.
Okay, this situation requires some explanation. It started when our parents took off to attend a week-long conference. They left the car to my stepbrother for a week. What a slap in the face, right? I’m older. Brandon hasn’t even graduated high school yet! So I wanted to do the responsible thing and work out a schedule where I got the car for a few days, too. Brandon wouldn’t even consider it.
That’s where Brooke comes in. I met her at college. We have a small support group for t-girls. There’s only five of us. Brooke is the alpha shemale. Any time one of us has a problem–like some idiot bothering us because we have dicks–we go to Brooke and she takes care of it. Nobody asks how she does it, but that idiot never makes so much as a wrong peep again.
I was so pissed at my brother that I bent the truth a little to get Brooke on him. I told her he was being a jerk and making fun of t-girls. Brooke doesn’t take that laying down. So here I was witnessing Brooke’s method. I had a front-row seat to see how the sausage got made.
“Get your hands off me!” Brandon shouted. “I’m not apologizing for anything. It was my parents’ decision. Get the fuck out of here!”
Brandon’s pride was talking as he stood up to her. He didn’t realize he was doing more harm than good. People didn’t talk to Brooke like that–she made sure of it.
“You disrespectful little shit! I don’t know how Tiffany lives with you.” Brooke pushed him and he fell back against the car with a yelp. “Get your sorries out now before I really get pissed,” she scowled.
A moment of indecision crept over Brandon’s face and then suddenly he balled his fist and flung it at Brooke. It didn’t connect. The two of them started to scuffle. Brooke had a smile on her face which told me she wanted it this way all along.
Brooke put him down fast with less humiliation than I expected. I realized that was about to come as she dragged my stepbrother behind the cover of our fence into the grass. I had an even better view now–barely more than a few feet from both of them.
I watched my friend squat over my brother’s body. I’d never seen a bigger smile on her face. Brooke was in her element. My brother opened his mouth to talk, but Brooke covered it before he could. “Don’t scream. Don’t try anything. You really shouldn’t start fights you can’t finish.”
“Let me up,” he said in a low voice after she removed her hand.
“Nu-uh.” I couldn’t believe it when Brooke unbuttoned her shorts. “You obviously never learned your manners. Trying to punch a girl! I’m gonna teach you so well that there’ll be no forgetting from now on how you treat a woman.”
“What the hell are you doing? Let me up!” Brandon started to struggle under her. Brooke responded by sitting down on his chest.
She beamed down at him, her finger wagging in his face. “You’re gonna learn first, you little snot.” Brooke slipped her shorts and panties down her muscular thighs in one menacing motion. Her big, half-hard cock sat up on her balls and pointed right at my brother’s face!
“I’m not going to learn anything. I’m going to put you in jail if you don’t let me up right now!” Brandon cried, desperately trying to free himself from under her.
“I don’t respond to threats!” the smile vanished from her face. “The only thing I respond to is respect.” Brooke slowly pushed forward on the grass, her big balls swaying just above Brandon’s head. She stopped as her asshole hovered within reach of my stepbrother’s face. “You have to kiss this and then I’ll let you up.”
My girly cock was so hard it hurt. I pulled her out and started to stroke my girly meat, unable to tear my eyes off of them. This was unbelievable. This was freaking awesome!
“Not a chance!” he shot back.
Brooke shrugged. “Okay. You win. No harm done.” She started to get up. Brandon lifted up onto his elbows, but then Brooke suddenly came crashing back down on him. His face wedged between the firm cheeks of her bare ass. Brooke disregarded his muffled pleas, grinding her big buttocks on his face. By the time Brooke finally let up, Brandon was gagging and choking for air.
“I’m ready for that kiss now.” Brooke waved her ass over him, “or do you need more time to decide?”
Brandon reluctantly pursed his lips and pressed them right on the opening of her smooth asshole. He made a kissing noise and then withdrew his lips; no more, no less.
“Now get off me,” he declared in a disgusted tone.
Brooke had a huge grin of her face, she scooted back and sat down on his chest. Brooke gave her growing cock a squeeze. It filled out, moving even closer to my brother’s face. The big, flared head looking too threatening for words. “I can tell you haven’t learned your lesson yet. Let’s see if kissing this,” she squeezed her shaft just above his lips, “will get the message across.”
Brandon growled, “there’s no way in hell,” then pushed his face as far away from her cock as he could.
“I don’t think you understand your situation.” Brooke grabbed her cock at the base starting before his chin and let it flop all the way across his face. Her shaft was so thick that it obscured most of his face. “I could face fuck you until your jaw don’t close right no more. Keep that in mind before you try to talk tough again.”
I couldn’t believe she was talking to him this way. I mean, she talks to everyone this way. It was just different when it was so openly sexual; so sexually aggressive. She was going to make my brother kiss her cock for crying out loud. I frantically stroked my cock, steadying myself against the fence.
Brandon pursed his lips and gave Brooke’s shaft a kiss. It reached full mast, I couldn’t believe all the mouthwatering veins running up and down her shaft–this was a monster cock if there ever was one.
I could tell Brooke really enjoyed that, but she kept a straight face. She actually looked quite agitated; you had to know Brooke to know she was actually anything but. I realized at that moment what Brooke had her heart set on.
“You didn’t look very happy doing that, and that means I’m not happy,” Brooke slapped his face with her dick. “When I’m not happy, I’m angry. You can prevent that one way and one way only. Blow jobs make me happy.”
Brooke pressed the tip of her cock right at my stepbrother’s lips. I thought my eyes were deceiving me when Brandon opened his lips and gingerly pulled the big head of her cock into his mouth. My cock shot a strand of precum into the grass. I licked my hand for lubricant and masturbated the girly dick between my legs furiously.
More and more of Brooke’s cock disappeared between his lips. “Start that tongue swirling if you want to make me happy,” she told him. I could physically see her shaft throb. I gathered from the noises Brandon was making that his mouth was working hard to please her. Brooke, never satisfied, wrapped her hands around the sides of his head and began to plunge more of her length between his lips.
“Mmmm… good boy. You might have some potential yet, you little cocksucker.” Brandon’s cheeks were sunk in hard around her cock. He was applying a lot of suction on her big monster, his face red. Before long, Brooke was being more aggressive; actively sliding her length in out of his mouth with her snapping hips. “This is how bitches like you should treat a girl like me. Got that? Yeah… you like this, huh.”
Brandon made an incomprehensible, gurgling noise in response. There was no way he could get a word out with a cock like that in his mouth. Brooke just kept pounding away at his face, pausing only to let him bathe her cock with spit and swallow the big head in his throat. I could only imagine how much precum she must have been pumping down his throat.
I’d been stroking so hard that my dick was nearly raw. There was no postponing my orgasm. It was here. I leaned my weight against the fence and bit down hard on my bottom lip to stifle my moans. My hand flew from the base of my penis all the way to the tip. I came on a patch of leaves, with long shots hitting the fence.
“I’d wager you like having a dick down your throat. Getting your lips and your tongue all over it feels good, huh? You got pretty DICK-SUCKING lips,” Brooke moaned. She slid forward on his chest and completely stuffed his face with her shemale meat. He was helpless, and based on the way he’d been sucking her like his life depended on–he knew it.
Even though I’d already cum, I still watched with an unbridled fascination and more than a little lust. My cock stayed stiff. I controlled my breathing to stay hidden and gave my girly cock a few strokes.
“Swallow this!” Brooke eyes clenched shut. “Waste an ounce and you’re fucking–oh damn, I’m CUMMING!” she moaned and growled all at the same time.
I watched my stepbrother’s throat constrict as he struggled to swallow her potent seed. Brooke humped his face in short strokes, a look of sheer pleasure on her face. I had a pretty good idea about how much cum was being forced down Brandon’s throat by the size of Brooke’s bloated balls. I envisioned them churning around an endless supply of semen; pumping it out her tip and down my brother’s throat to his stomach.
Brandon took the threat Brooke couldn’t finish about wasting an ounce of her jizm seriously. He gulped her essence down desperately. I think Brooke finally finished spewing. I watched her eyes slowly open. Brooke couldn’t put an unhappy face on, not after what Brandon had done.
She kept her cock buried in his mouth as she told him, “That’s called respect. Run your mouth again… without a cock in it… and we’ll really have a problem. I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a month.” Brooke got up, making sure to slide her big balls across his face as she did.
I might have been visible from the driveway, so I fixed my clothing and ran around back before Brooke got to her car. Man, oh man, that was great. I knew at least one of them agreed.
***
Brandon never mentioned the incident that weekend. He was basically himself, maybe a little more distant. I spent the entire time worried that he’d figure out I had a hand in this. If he did, he kept it to himself. Until Monday morning.
“Tiffany, can I talk to you?” he asked me that morning.
I was immediately mortified. He must have put two and two together. I didn’t want my mom or his dad finding out about this. I came into his room to listen to him. He sat at his desk and looked up at me.
“You know a girl from school named Brooke, right?”
My face started to turn red. If he was angry, ready to get me in serious trouble, his face didn’t show it. “Yeah, she’s, she’s a friend of mine,” I answered.
“She came over here on Friday. Do you think…” Brandon shifted around in his chair. “Do you think you could give me her number?”
He wants her number? I mean he wants her number! I couldn’t even think straight. “I didn’t know you knew her.”
“I didn’t till then. We, ummm… spent some time together. Tiff, can we be serious?” he asked me softly.
“Mhmm,” I responded.
“I feel like I’m going insane, Tiff. I know we just met but I can’t stop thinking about her! Do you think you could… sort of… put in a good word for me. Please?” his eyes pleaded with mine.
I must have looked utterly shocked. “Brooke?” I asked. “Big Brooke? I mean, dark hair. You mean Brooke? That Brooke?”
“Yep,” he said with a goofy, fond smile.
“She’s not a bit… I don’t know, harsh?” I tried to maintain my composure. The images of Brooke’s cock stuffed down my stepbrother’s throat flooding my brain.
“You bet.”
“She’s a lot… ummm… bigger than you, isn’t she?” I asked, only realizing the sexual connotation once it came out of my mouth.
“Yeah-huh,” he said, unfazed.
“Okay,” I shrugged. “I’ll tell her.”
I still had to call Jennifer and tell her I was ready to get picked up, so I turned to leave. “Wait, Tiff.” I turned back around and he threw the car keys at me. “I had it over the weekend. Take the car till mom and dad get home.”
***
My mind went over what had just happened in the car on the way to school. Two things became extremely clear. One: my brother was smitten with Brooke. Two: Brooke would hear none of it because of my fib about the things Brandon had said which started this whole thing. I only had one conclusion to draw from those two facts: I had to tell Brooke the truth about my lie. gulp
Those thoughts mixed in my mind all day while I should have been working. I got through all my classes and rushed across campus. I was meeting the girls today and I needed to be the first one there so that hopefully I could talk to Brooke in private. I got to the classroom where the group was meeting in fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, there was no reason to congratulate myself. I heard someone inside already. Two people by the sound of it.
“Carmen, we can’t. They’ll be here soon,” I recognized Lilly’s voice talking to Carmen.
“I can’t wait until after. You’re getting it now!” Carmen said in lust.
fuck! They’ve been screwing. I had no idea. I leaned my ear against the door and listened closer.
“Carmen. Carmen… please,” I heard Lilly moan after what sounded like a long kiss.
“You look so good today. So beautiful. Let me just…” I heard more kissing follow. I needed the visual! Very carefully, I cracked the door just a bit. Becoming a voyeur for the second time in as many days, I gazed into the room and watched my friends.
Carmen, a thick Latina, had Lilly, the littlest blonde you’ve ever seen, on her back on a desk. I watched from behind as Carmen stripped Lilly’s pink panties out of the way and started to finger her hole. Carmen was clearly the aggressor, eventually entering Lilly. Little Lilly wrapped her legs around Carmen’s butt and held on for dear life. Carmen’s Latina bubble booty bounced back and forth in time with her thrusts, slow at first and then really gaining momentum.
“You’re so tight! Shit, you’re one sexy piece of ass,” Carmen moaned. They kissed savagely, fucking like wild animals. Carmen pounded into little Lilly, her balls slapping loudly against Lilly’s ass. Lilly, for her part, was already a mess of moans and sweat. This was too hot. I took a quick look around. The coast was clear. I started to rub my cock through my skirt.
I didn’t know how long Carmen could keep this ferocious plowing up. She kissed and slobbered all over Lilly’s beautiful body. “We gotta be quick,” she kept saying. My hand was soon under my skirt and stroking my cock. I needed to be quick, too. My girly cock was rock hard and unbearably sensitive. Sparks were going off in my head as I watched them put on one hell of a sexy show.
They’ve been doing this right under our noses, I thought, nearly giggling out loud at the thought; luckily, I was able to suppress it. I concentrated hard on gearing myself up to cum when they did so we wouldn’t get found out. One hand rubbed my cock and the other tickled my balls.
“Ready for this cum?” Carmen moaned into Lilly’s mouth. She started to thrust even harder. Man, she must have been tearing Lilly’s ass up. Fuck, look at Carmen go. I was nearly there. With one more look around the hall to make sure it was still clear, my brain gave the nod to my balls that it was safe to cum.
“Oh fuck, yeah! Squeeze that cock with your itty bitty butthole.” I watched Carmen violently drive her cock as deep as it would go inside Lilly. Carmen’s body stiffened and I knew she was filling Lilly with her cream. My cock was all of the sudden too sensitive to touch. I started spurting, spraying the inside of my skirt with every ounce of girly cum my balls could produce. Another satisfying orgasm from another sexual act… I wasn’t a part of. Come to think of it, this was starting to become a troubling pattern.
Carmen and Lilly didn’t have long to get settled again. They kissed passionately for about a minute and then straightened out their clothing. I did the same with my clothing and then entered the room officially. Brooke and then Jennifer followed a couple minutes later. Carmen and Lilly made goo goo eyes at one another the entire meeting. They had to think we were all oblivious to what was going on between them. I was just counting the minutes until everyone dispersed and I could talk to Brooke alone.
The time finally came. Carmen and Lilly shared an extra nod when they left, making it pretty obvious to me that they had plans to meet up again today. Jennifer walked out afterward. Brooke and I were finally alone. sharp intake of breath The moment of truth.
“Brooke, I need to talk to you,” I said, hoping my uncertainty hadn’t shown in my voice.
“What’s up, Tiff?” Brooke was sitting at one of the desks. She’d been going through some papers, but she put those down to look over at me.
I shifted nervously from one leg to the other. “I don’t know any other way to say this. What I told you about my brother… it was a lie. I was angry at him for a totally different reason. I’m so sorry I did that.”
Surprise, then betrayal registered on Brooke’s face. She processed everything I said and then stood up. I immediately felt her hulking presence as she stepped closer. “You mean, you used me?”
“I abused your trust. It was completely wrong of me,” I bit down on my lip and stared at my feet. It didn’t work; I could still feel her eyes boring holes through me.
“You did a lot worse than that!” Brooke told me with her voice raised. “You disrespected me.”
Her words sent a shiver through me. I knew those words. I knew I didn’t want to hear those words come from Brooke’s mouth. “No, Brooke… wait,” I pleaded–still unable to look at her.
“I don’t let that happen, Tiff. Anyone who disrespects me gets a lesson in respect.”
Just like that I felt her big hands grab me. My eyes shot up to hers as I tried to struggle. Brooke manhandled me against the wall. She started to pry my legs open. I pictured her battering ram of a cock and shrieked, “My brother’s crazy about you!”
“Fooling won’t help you. You got this coming to you, Tiff,” she snarled.
I shut my legs tight and told her desperately, “I’m not fooling! It’s true. He’s out of his freaking gourd for you! You should hear him, Brooke. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I swear it. He wants to see you again.”
Brooke’s grip loosened a tad. “But I didn’t tell him he had to,” she said, only half-believing it.
“You don’t have to. Brandon asked me to put in a good word for him,” I told her reassuringly.
Brooke had the hint of a smile on her face as she asked, “He, he really likes me?”
“Mmhmm,” I told her with a broad grin. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“He did seem pretty mature. I think he had a lot of fight in him, too. I like that. And… and I’d wager he could really please a woman. I know he’s like your stepbrother, but don’t you think?” she looked at me hopefully.
I embraced my friend, telling her sweetly, “I think he’s a great catch.”
***
The fact that everyone seemed to be finding the people that made them happy but me started to take its toll on me on the way home. I was on the outside looking in, literally. Brooke and Brandon. Carmen and Lilly. Tiffany and… Tiffany’s hand. sigh
I wasn’t paying as much attention to the road as I should have been. Suddenly there was a guy crossing the street in front of me; I slammed my foot on the brake and heard the tires screech. He was no more than a few feet from my front bumper when the car finally stopped.
I flung my car door open and got out. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! Are you alright?” I called out to him.
I only caught the tail end of what he muttered, “I’m really sorry. I shoulda seen where I was going,” he said.
He was pretty shaken up. I couldn’t even get him to look at me. My eyes took stock of him. He was actually pretty adorable. Short dark blonde hair, slim frame and a young, boyish face.
Get yourself together, Tiff! I told myself. My plate had enough on it without adding manslaughter!
I walked in front of my car, getting a closer look at him. His eyes flickered up as I did. I lifted my sunglasses into my hair and greeted his eyes with mine. “As long as you’re alright. I can’t believe I almost hit you. Sure you’re alright?” I smiled at him nervously.
“Yeah. I’m sorry–my fault.”
Another car drove up behind mine. I nodded toward him and then turned around, my hips swaying back and forth as I returned to my car. I got back in the vehicle and then popped open the passenger door. “Get in,” I told him confidently.
After a moment, he scurried over and got in. He couldn’t seem to get the door closed. I reached over, my cleavage brushing past him, and shut it. I sat back in the driver’s seat and realized his eyes had followed me back there. They were fixed on my breasts. Looking in my mirror, I did look damn good. Healthy, long hair, full lips, and a tight t-shirt showing off my pert breasts. Yeah, why shouldn’t he look?
I started the car and he pointed out the next turn to his house. I drove right past it.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“There’s this abandoned building a few blocks away I take guys to have my way with them,” I told him nonchalantly, my eyes faced forward on the road. “I don’t mind telling you this now since you couldn’t close the door earlier. I’m betting you can’t open it either. You’re my prisoner and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” We hit a pothole and a little smirk crept over my lips.
He squirmed in his seat. I glanced over and saw his cheeks were flush–a fact which made him all the more adorable. “That was vulgar of me. I’m Tiffany and I didn’t mean that,” I giggled.
“I’m Ethan,” he said, ogling my breasts again. I caught him in the act and his face turned a deeper shade of red.
“I know the street you live on, so we’re taking the long way, which gives me another chance to apologize. I nearly flattened you.”
“It was my fault really. I should have.. umm… looked at who was coming. I’m sorry.”
“Ethan, I’m the one who nearly turned you into a pancake and you’re the one apologizing!” I laughed, but I think he took it as a bit of an insult, sinking lower in the seat.
“How come you got in? Do you always do what you’re told, Ethan?”
“This one is me,” he pointed toward a house. I stopped, pulling out my phone and typing in his address. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“You’re cute so I wanted to save your address.” I turned to look at him and smiled.
“Thank you for driving me home.” He lingered in his seat like he would have had asked for my number if he had a little more courage.
“Wait,” I told him as he fumbled with the door. “Want to come to my house? I live with my parents but they’re out of town. Sound cool?”
“But I just met you. I mean we haven’t known each other–”
“So what?” I put my hand on his knee; his skinny legs were trembling. “This is a one-time, like right now offer. Those don’t come along too often. Be spontaneous or forget this. I think based on the way you were staring at me the entire ride here–you don’t want to forget this.”
“I want to go with you.”
We talked some on the way home. I learned he went to a nearby college, but mostly I just got the impression that he was extremely shy; okay, I knew that already. I found it endearing. Here was this cute little guy and he could barely talk.
We arrived at my house and I saw Brooke’s car in the driveway. “My gosh, Brandon works fast,” I mumbled out loud.
“What?”
“Err… my brother. He’s home and he’s got a girl with him. Don’t worry about it, cutie pie. They won’t bother us.” I got out of the car and opened his door for him. Fumbling for the house key, we got up to the door. “My room is just down the hall.” I opened the door.
Muffled noises were coming from my brother’s room; which happened to be right next to mine. Ethan seemed to get even more nervous as we neared my room. The poor boy looked ready to faint. I wrapped my arm around him, steadying his shaky legs. He sure did feel nice against me.
I sat him down on my bed and that’s when we heard it. “Fuck me Brooke!” Brandon screamed from the next room. We heard the unmistakable sound of a squeaking bed; that’s when I started to turn a little red in the face myself.
I put some music on, but we could still hear them in the background, “Yeah! Fucking take it. Take my dick, you little bitch!”
Sitting down on the bed next to Ethan, I said, “Okay, this is a little awkward.”
“It’s, ummm… it’s fine,” he responded. Ethan looked up at me and then back at my carpet.
“I think you’d have to be made of candy if you were any sweeter,” I caressed his cheek with my hand. Ethan looked up at me again, his big sparkling eyes and soft lips calling me closer. I pressed my lips on his and kissed him. He was a little jumpy at first, but with the wet push of my tongue into his mouth, he started to relax. My hand slowly ran up his chest and I felt his frantic heartbeat. After that, my hand slipped lower. It landed on his crotch. Just as I was curling my fingers around his shaft–he jumped back.
“Ahhh… ahh… oh wow,” he said, licking his lips.
“What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand away and gave him space. My cock was making a large tent in my skirt.
“I think we’re kinda moving a bit fast. I, I’m not comfortable with–”
“With me feeling your dick? But don’t you think I’m pretty?” I said, baiting him a bit.
“Oh, yes! I do!” he sputtered. “It’s just… I don’t know if I can satisfy… you know, a girl. I’m not very, umm big.”
“Ethan, cutie pie… that’s the last thing I care about. Honest. Besides, can I let you in on a little secret?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I kissed him tenderly, then took his hand and laid it on the bulge in my skirt. “I’ve got something which can satisfy us both.”
His eyes bugged out as he touched me. Ethan jerked his hand away and told me in a high-pitched wail, “You, you have one!”
“You’ve come upon another decision,” I told him warmly, “you can leave now if my cock is a deal-breaker. I’d like you to stay but you’re not my prisoner. What do you want to do, Ethan?”
“I, well, I–”
“Fuck me! I love that dick. Fuck me! Fuck me!” my brother cried from the next room.
I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing. Ethan smiled. I decided to make the gamble, placing my hand in his lap once again and squeezing his erection. My lips found his and he kissed back, his hot tongue sliding against mine.
My hands fumbled with his pants. “Mmm.. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just get ready, cutie pie. Now you’re mine!” I slipped off the bed while pulling his pants down. I kissed his skinny legs; they were hairless except for a few scattered light blonde hairs. I pulled his boxers down right afterwards. Embarrassment registered on his face. He was on the small side, but it looked bigger on his slim body. I winked at him, then sunk my mouth over his beautiful knob.
“Oh! Tiffannny…. ahhh ooh,” he whimpered.
I took his entire length into my mouth, stopping only when my nose hit his pubes and pressed into the little pad of skin there. The smooth head of his cock massaged the back of my mouth. I opened my lips and bathed him in my hot breath, then closed them tightly around his base again. My tongue twisted and curled over his shaft. I felt Ethan start to buck his little butt off the bed, pressing his cock just a little further into my mouth.
His dick was so wonderfully warm, and incredibly hard. My mouth started to bob on it. His hands tugged and played with my hair. I opened my eyes for the first time and looked up at him, continuing the suction on his cock all the while. He looked down at me gratefully, the pleasure he was experiencing evident on every corner of his face. I hummed around his dick; my tongue caressing him.
“This… feels so good! This has never happened to me before… never!” he struggled to get out each word.
I smiled around his cock. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be cumming soon. Reluctantly, I lifted my head and left only his tip between my lips. Ethan gasped as I really picked up my sucking power. My tongue flicked and swirled around the head of his dick. Just when he’d gotten used to that, I started to tickle and massage his corona with my tongue.
“I think I’m gonna… gonna–Oh Tiffany!”
I swallowed every inch of his cock and sucked as hard as I could on it. My tongue ran laps around his shaft, literally milking him into my mouth. Then just like he bucked forward and came. I swallowed some and let the remainder rest on my tongue. I knew just how sensitive his cock was at that moment so I ever so gently continued to suck on him. His cock began to shrink. After a while, I let his dick slip from my lips, kissed his tip, and then swallowed what was left on my tongue, smiling up at him the entire time.
“You taste good,” I giggled.
“That was… thank you. Thank you,” he giggled too, his eyes lighting up.
“Let me get another taste,” I told him. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and flipped him up on the bed. This gave me a view of his cute little pink hole for the first time. I nearly swooned, his sweet treasure staring me right in the face. I licked his tight, hairless bottom. Then, spreading his smooth cheeks with my face, I touched his dot with my tongue. He gasped, his hole wincing at first touch.
After that I dove in. At first I kissed him there, then circled his hole with my tongue. I feel him sharply intake breath. I couldn’t tell if all the moaning I heard was coming from us or from next door. I loved the way his warm cheeks squeezed my face; the way his sweet hole tensed at every touch. My cock ached so bad as I slammed it against the bed. I was digging my face deeper into the crack of his vulnerable, boyish bottom.
“Gonna blow… fuck yeah, you dirty little bitch! Milk me dry!” we heard from the other room.
I wanted Ethan so bad. These feelings couldn’t be held in any longer. My big girly cock couldn’t be held back. I needed to be inside him. “Let me fuck you. Baby, I’ll make us feel so good.” I didn’t wait for an answer, kissing up his scrotum, his stomach, and then pulling his shirt all the way off. Ethan helped get my shirt off. I let him bury his face in my tits while I worked my skirt off.
“Be gentle,” he moaned, his voice reverberating through my tits. I kissed the top of his head, then spit in my hand and covered my cock with it. I had lube somewhere–somewhere wasn’t good enough–I couldn’t wait that long. The head of my cock slid between his cheeks and I found his opening there. Ethan released my tits and looked up at me. We looked at each other as I entered him. He was so sweet, so warm, so wonderful. I humped into him, my tip gently pushing through his sphincter. Ethan gasped and I covered his lips with mine.
My hips pressed forward, depositing the inches of my girly cock into his incredible tightness. His tender walls pulsed around my cock. I could see pain in his eyes, but we trudged on, until finally I bottomed out inside him. Ethan exhaled; I stayed buried inside him–basking in his warmth. His soft, spongy walls clutched my hard piece of meat. It was a damn good thing I’d cum earlier because just entering him probably would have caused my orgasm otherwise.
“Gentle. Gentle please,” he whispered.
I slowly withdrew my womanhood, feeling his hole cling to me every step of the way. Once I’d pulled about halfway out, I pressed back inside him. Ethan groaned and I kissed him. I kissed his chin next and then his chest. With his calves hanging over my shoulders and my cock sliding into him at a slow-moving pace, I started to suck on his nipples.
“Oooh, Tiffany. Go easy. You’re so big,” he murmured.
I couldn’t stay at this slow pace forever. This was wonderful but I needed relief. I needed to fuck, and hard. Beginning to thrust faster into him, he began to object, but I shoved my tongue in his mouth before he could get it out. He wrapped his arms around me and groaned into my mouth as my cock filled his tiny body.
My hips snapped into his backside harder. “I can’t hold back. It feels too good inside you.” I drove my cock into him as deep as possible on each thrust. We were really working up a sweat here. Moaning, I told him, “Suck my tits, baby,” and his sweet lips started to nurse on my nipples.
“Atta girl, Tiff!”
“Jeez sis!”
We heard voices from the doorway. Brooke and Brandon were peeking in on us! Ethan’s sweet inner walls immediately seized up. His insides clung so tight. We both sunk deeper into the bed, but I didn’t miss a single thrust into his little bottom. They were barely dressed, and Brooke openly groped my brother with her big boner bobbing in front of her.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, I started fucking Ethan even harder with the added audience. Brooke and Brandon couldn’t contain their cheers. I knew I’d have to make their intrusion up to Ethan later. But when my eyes returned to him, his face told me just how turned on he was. The very next thing he did was throw his arms around my neck, bury his face into me and grind his ass back against my cock. Ethan took every thrust like a champ, moaning into my ear for more.
“I’m gonna fuck you like that. Screw you proper,” Brooke told my brother. I heard lips smacking and wondered if they were about to do it in my doorway, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Ethan as he held on to me for dear life.
“Oh, sweet cutie pie,” I struggled to find the words. “Tiffy needs to cum. She needs to cum real bad.” My balls slapped against his upturned ass; I could feel the cum boiling in them. It was all too much. Ethan’s vulnerable asshole clung so tightly to my shaft that I felt like I could barely move–this motivated to plow even harder–even deeper into him.
I came so hard in his ass. It was like no orgasm I’d ever had in my life. It struck and the room went dark. The only thing in the world that I believed existed was Ethan and I. My cock jumped, it throbbed powerfully inside him as I started to blow. Thick spurts of warm ejaculate blasted from my cock, coating his insides with my essence.
More and more cum boiled up my shaft and doused Ethan’s tiny hole. My eyes were shut so tightly that I nearly began to cry. The more cum that blew from my balls, the more pleasure I felt. I shivered, all my feelings and all the relief reaching a crescendo of pleasure. My body collapsed on top of Ethan’s as we panted for breath. My balls were finally drained.
We both became aware for the first time that Brooke and Brandon were screwing on the carpet a few feet from us. Brooke was absolutely ravaging my stepbrother and neither of them could get enough. It dawned on me then just how well things had worked out. I wondered what my parents would think of the slightly unconventional, utterly perfect relationships Brandon and I had begun while they were gone.
Those thoughts disappeared as Ethan and I gazed into one another’s eyes. We regained our strength and he asked earnestly, his voice all but gone, “You don’t want me to leave, do you?”
“What? No!” I kissed his lips again and again.
“Well… you said this was a one-time offer. I don’t want it to end is all…” I could feel his muscles begin to massage my still lodged inside him cock back to life.
“And you took me up on the offer. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to. You’re my prisoner, cutie pie. You might as well get used to it.” I smiled down at him. My hips starting to move, I ground my dick gently inside his sweet ass.