CHAPTER EIGHT
Krissy
Fuck! Troy had blown me off again. Since moving in with my new brothers two weeks ago, I’d made absolutely no progress researching the entertainment industry. They were like stone walls, blocking me at every turn, no quarter whatsoever.
I’d tried my hardest too. I was always walking around in seductive outfits to get them to take me to the club. Gone were my comfy plaid PJ’s, I’d traded them for silky sweet night things that barely covered my breasts, my curves on display. Plus, I’d invested in some bikinis, hoping that they’d be tempted to join me out by the pool sometime, maybe going for a skinny dip in the warm water.
But no such luck. It turns out that my brothers work like fiends. I mean, I know they’re ambitious, but Troy and Tyler are a bartender and bouncer respectively. I don’t see why they have to be gone all the time, coming home to crash before heading back out immediately. Obviously, Darren, my ex, is long gone. That loser with the little prick has nothing to offer compared to my brothers.
I guess ever since fucking my steps, my inner woman has blossomed, and I’m doubly alert to their male rhythms. Sometimes I dream of Troy and Tyler’s cocks, of how I struggled to take their members in me, my little body tight and wet, only to wake up panting and frustrated. And now I was in their vicinity, their apartment a constant reminder of them, the furniture masculine, male articles of clothing strewn about. Picking up a sweater, I lifted it to my nose. Was I being gross? But the scent was woody and citrusy at once, a stark reminder of Troy and Tyler. Fuck, my cunny was dripping again.
I could hear the shower from the hallway, Troy humming as the water pounded. The door was slightly ajar, and I nudged it a bit forward, just enough to see through the crack. The sight made my breath catch.
Water sluiced off of Troy’s back, rivulets tracing the heavy musculature, his tats gorgeous and almost alive in the steamy heat. His hair trailed wetly, and I watched as the shower pounded his lower back, trailing to his ass, that piece of male flesh hard and firm before moving down his heavy thighs.
As he turned slightly, I gasped aloud. Yes, his dick was big, but even more so … he was aroused. In my memories, I’d forgotten how hard, hot and thick a piece of live cock can be, and the penis before me was all that and then some. He was at least ten inches, his member bulging, sticking straight out from his body, deep purple from arousal, the head juicy and engorged. And he was stroking it – the humming I’d heard was actually moaning, my brother with one arm braced on the shower wall as he palmed himself.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned low in his throat, his hand squeezing along that fat shaft, a pearl of pre-cum bubbling at the tip. “Fuuuuck, Krissy …” he panted.
I gasped. Had he just called my name? Evidently so because in the next second, I heard another “Krisssssy, unnnnnf,” unmistakably calling me.
I was beyond turned on, mesmerized as the bead of pre-cum at his tip grew, dripping wetly off his penis to trail to the shower floor. I desperately wanted to taste that cum, and there was only one way to get it. Shouldering the door open, I stepped into the steamy bathroom and stripped off my bikini, totally bare, my snatch bald and glistening, my breasts jiggling slightly as I smiled.
“Brother,” I purred seductively. “I’m here.”
His head snapped up in the stall, his eyes uncomprehending for a moment as he took in my naked form. Pressing my advantage, I cupped my breasts, lifting one to my mouth for a sweet suckle before hitching one of my feet on the toilet stall and baring my cunt. Holding my lips open, I cooed, “You want some of this?”
My moist pink insides glistened in the light, my channel hot and tight, winking at his dick. I thought he’d be on me in an instant, but instead Troy frowned. “Get out,” he growled, his eyebrows lowering in anger. “Leave, now.”
But I wasn’t deterred. My prize was so near, and I was so hungry, so desperate.
“Why big brother?” I purred. “Don’t you want some of this?”
This time I turned so that my back was to the stall and bent over, lifting my naked ass in the air. I reached around and pulled my butt cheeks apart, revealing my cunny and anus, showing him my inner pink as well as the little pucker in back.
This time, Troy couldn’t resist. A big arm snaked out and wrapped around my waist, dragging me into the shower stall. I gasped, both from the scalding water and from the feel of hard, hot male pressed against me, not an inch separating our slick bodies.
“Is this what you want, little sis? Is this it?” he growled in my ear, as his hand quested through my folds. I creamed immediately, reaching up to circle my arms around his neck, writhing and moaning.
“Ah ah … Troy!” I squeaked, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. Unable to help myself, I bit him on the shoulder as his clever fingers fucked me, pressing into my tightness, sliding two, and then three digits into my channel.
“Uh uh uh,” I moaned as he finger fucked me, feeling so tight, so filled up already, the hard pumps driving me to the edge. But just as I was about to come, he pulled out and dropped to his knees, his mouth fastening onto my cunny.
I screamed as he formed a hard suction, taking all of my pussy flesh between his lips. My slick juices were everywhere, covering his chin, sliding down his throat as he fucked me with his mouth, pressing his tongue deep into my channel before circling my clit, lapping that little nub and giving it a hard rub. I would have collapsed, my legs too weak to stand, except that Troy had it all under control. With a lightning fast thrust, he stood and fucked into me, forcing my little pussy onto that hard shaft.
It was just like the first time. He was so big that I couldn’t take it in one try. Instead, his penis went in an inch or two, lifting me in the air, my cunny struggling to accommodate him. I wriggled and writhed, spreading my thighs, letting my juice drip, and after bit of squirming, creaming, and moaning, he slipped in more, stretching me as if I were being split in two.
This time my legs circled his waist, and I clung to him, desperately aroused, pressing kisses against his strong neck as his dick took me below. With a mighty thrust, he lifted my hips and shoved me all the way down on his cock, his fuckpole impaling me completely, claiming what was his.
“Ahhhh fuck,” he ground out, savoring the hot clench of my puss. With a slow sucking sound, he drew out, before slamming my hips back down, my twat with no choice but to accept the deep penetration.
“Troy, my brother, oh god,” I gasped as he pummeled me, that donkey dong driving me to the heights of ecstasy, forcing me to give it up every which way, cream spurting from both of us. Like a volcano, my orgasm rushed upwards, my pussy twitching and spasming on the dick inside, clamping down hard on the organ which was giving me so much pleasure.
Troy too, erupted. Biting my throat, he fucked multiple deposits of semen into my little body, each spurt like an explosion of lava, coating my ovaries, spreading his seed over my fertile plains.
“Brother, yes, that feels good,” I panted against his ear. I’d have a hickey tomorrow which might be hard to explain, better to wear a turtleneck. But Troy had no such reservations, and instead bit down again, hoisting me around his hips as he shouldered us out of the shower.
We were dripping wet when we landed on his bed, his dick still in me, and he didn’t bother to pull out as he lapped my breasts again.
“So little girl, get what you wanted?” he rumbled, his big form crushing me into the bedspread, a delicious weight.
“Yes … no,” I said coyly.
He gave me a hard stare.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t come like a fucking house on fire,” he ground out, his eyes flashing, his pole twitching in my body again.
“No brother,” I said soothingly, trailing my hands over that hard chest, tracing the outline of a tattoo. “You were amazing in bed,” I smiled. “I just want to go to the club with you tomorrow night,” I clarified. “You know, so that I can write up an article for my school paper?”
He snorted and dropped his head, burying his face in my neck where I couldn’t see.
“Krissy, you’re eighteen, you can’t work at the club. No one under 21 can work in an establishment that sells liquor,” he said exasperatedly.
“I know, I know,” I soothed, stroking his shoulders. “I don’t have to get paid, I don’t want you to break any laws. How about if I volunteer as the coat check girl? I’ll be by myself in a little box the entire night. How risky could that be?” I asked.
My only answer was another snort from my brother as he nuzzled my neck. But I could smell victory, and a little smile crept onto my face. I would be spending more time with my brothers … and doing a little digging myself.