CHAPTER NINE
Peyton
Our graduation ceremony was winding down and staff was already sweeping up, moving folding chairs out, clearing plates and hauling trash.
It’d been a good four years at White Plains High, Pax and I have had a great time. Of course, it helps if you’re the stars of the football team, the unquestioned MVPs, an unstoppable force on the field and adored by the student body.
But no matter. We’ve made a lot of friends, known a lot of these kids since we were young, and there was nothing to regret. Besides, it was time to move on, this city was getting small and Pax and I? We’re headed to the next stage, playing for the Alabama Crimson Tide. After that, nothing but pro ball.
So it was with a clear head that my bro and I sauntered the grounds of the high school one last time. We were headed out the next morning, training camp started early for student-athletes. This was a last nostalgia tour as we strolled around slowly, breathing deep, the stadium lights dim, the green grass almost fluorescent in the rays of the setting sun.
“It’s been a good run, hasn’t it?” remarked my brother. This had been our kingdom for the last four years and we’d always have fond memories.
“Oh yeah,” I rumbled. “Oh yeah.”
We were just about to turn around and head to the parking lot when we heard muffled sobs from a grove of trees by the west side. That was odd. It was almost like a kid crying, someone lost in the woods.
With perplexed frowns, we wordlessly began heading over in that direction, our legs eating up the ground, following the noises. Fighting through underbrush, pushing tree limbs out of the way, we followed the sobbing noises. Weird, but the sounds seemed to be disappearing deeper into the forest. Was it a kitten of some sort, separated from its mother and mewling for help?
And to our surprise, it was a kitten … if you counted attractive girls as kitties. Because there was our beautiful step, bawling her eyes out, her hair halfway covering her face as she wailed, sitting on the ground, her dress spread around her.
“Ana,” I frowned. “What’s wrong? What are you doing here?”
She looked up for a moment, her tear-stained face glimmering in the low light, only to drop her head again and start crying when she saw us, the tears coming even harder.
Okay, we’ve made girls cry before but usually it’s from pleasure, the ecstasy so great that they literally lost control, shrieking as the tears rolled and their bodies spasmed. But this was weird. We’d just graduated from high school, so there was no reason to be bawling in the forest. In fact, it was doubly strange because Ana had finished with honors, radiant as she strode across the stage, her slim figure enveloped in a billowing blue robe, the mortarboard perched jauntily on her head, golden honor cords hung around her neck.
But the outfit was gone now, discarded in a heap by her side and Ana merely sat on the ground, refusing to acknowledge us as we towered over her small form, baffled by the sight.
“Girlie, how can we help?” rumbled my brother. He looked at me but I had no idea either and just shook my head.
She ignored us, turning her head away piteously.
“Ana, please baby,” I said. “Tell us what’s wrong.”
That got a response at least. She jerked her head up and glared at us with blazing eyes.
“Don’t call me baby!” she spat. “I’m not your baby!”
Of course she wasn’t, but she was in a way, if that makes sense. She was our younger sister, living down the hall from us, someone that we cared about although we’d barely spoken to her in the past couple months.
Lowering ourselves to our knees so that we were eye-level with the girl, I reached one big hand out to tip her chin our way, the hair falling free from her face, revealing those beautiful blue eyes, still swimming with tears.
“Ana,” I began softly.
But she interrupted again.
“Don’t talk to me!” she shrieked. “I hate you.”
Now Pax and I rolled back on our heels, surprised. Hate is a strong word for someone we’d barely had any contact with. I mean, after our explosive meeting at the wedding, we’d taken our dad’s advice and steered clear of the girl. Her mom had already cut checks for our first semester’s tuition and we didn’t want to jeopardize the financial lifeline.
But didn’t Ana know this? I started to explain as best as I could.
“Baby,” I said gently. “There’s no reason to hate us. We’ve maintained our distance from you …”
But she cut me off again.
“Because you’re self-centered bastards, that’s why,” she spat. “All you care about is football, you don’t give a shit about anything else.”
I could see why she thought that. Our days were consumed with practice, training, agility and strength conditioning, and after that, we had study hall before lights out, falling into bed dead tired. Sure, there were various encounters with willing women, but those had been growing more and more scarce as the season ended, our energies focused on the State Championships.
So I tried again to explain.
“Listen Ana, we’re not ignoring you,” I began.
But the girl couldn’t be stopped. She shot me a frigid glare, her mouth rigid.
“What else would you call it?” she spat. “I’ve been living in your house for four months now, and we’ve had all of what? Two conversations? Three? Tell me that isn’t ignoring.”
Pax and I sat back because of course it was. I could have tried to play it off as being busy, we had a lot of commitments, but that was bullshit and she didn’t deserve it.
“Listen,” interjected Pax this time. “We ignored you but it was for a reason.”
“Oh really,” she said sarcastically, “and what could that be?”
“Virginia,” he said simply. “Your mom didn’t want us to come within ten feet of you,” he said darkly, “so we agreed.”
“But why?” she asked plaintively. “Why? Why why why? When we’d already had explosive sex, when I’d already tasted you and I wanted you so badly.”
A rush of heat circled my groin at those words before settling in my balls, my dick growing hard as I looked at her. It was hard to explain. We wanted the money from her mom, and the bribe of free tuition had been enough to draw a line between us, to erect an invisible wall between Virginia’s daughter and the Jones boys.
But it seemed so lame that we’d given up a relationship with our stepsister in exchange for cold, hard cash. So instead of trying to explain with words, we let our bodies do the talking.
“Ana,” said my brother tenderly, “let us make it up to you.”
And with that, he crouched on the floor next to her, brushing her hair off her face. Her cheeks were tear-stained, but there had never been anyone more beautiful, her body lush, her gorgeous features haloed by golden tendrils of hair.
Ana sighed and gave a half-hiccup, half-sob.
“Seems like we’re always meeting in the forest, huh?” she asked, lifting a hand to wipe ruefully at her cheeks. “Wonder why?”
“Sometimes it’s fate,” I said darkly and bent my head to kiss her.
And it was pure magic, as if the world were cracking open. Her lips didn’t respond at first, still beneath mine, trembling as I tasted gently, running my tongue along that seam, tracing the outline of her mouth.
But with a sigh she gave in, opening her mouth, letting me explore, and I was immediately into that sweet cavern, pulling her into my arms, close into my masculine heat, letting her bask in the warmth of our twin suns.
Because Pax was behind her now, massaging those slim shoulders, slowly undoing the dress she’d worn to graduation.
“You won’t need this anymore,” he growled, slipping the fabric off, and Ana lifted her head for a moment, dazed, as the material fell off revealing her big, luscious breasts.
Now I’ve seen a lot of racks in my life, but my stepsister’s are grade A+, and that’s not an overstatement. Big, bouncy boobs of the palest cream, topped with deep pink nipples already hard, dying to be sucked. She was perfectly proportioned, each breast like a scoop of ice cream made of the tastiest vanilla.
And taste we did. My brother and I dipped our heads simultaneously, each taking a nipple in our mouths, rolling and sucking the puffy flesh, savoring the special flavor of willing female as Ana dropped her head back with a sigh, baring her swan-like neck, gasping as we drank our fill.
Because she was gorgeous, and we were two male animals finally taking what was ours again, marking our territory, letting her have a night to remember before we went our separate ways once and for all.
With hungry hands, we tore the dress off, leaving her with nothing but the barest of silk panties on. With a chuckle, I ran a finger along the crotch, lightly nudging her legs apart, letting my digits explore, feel that warm satin.
“You like, don’t you?” I murmured. And gratifyingly, the wet spot I’d been tracing at the center of her panties darkened even more, her little pussy anticipating what was to come, lubing the way for its ultimate satisfaction.
My bro, meanwhile, hadn’t let up on her boobs. He weighed one in each hand, testing their bounce, their heft in his hands, grunting at the way they bobbled up and down, her eighteen year-old body ripe and nubile at once.
“Damn,” was all he managed before pressing her boobs together and devouring both nipples in one gulp, suckling them simultaneously, letting the girl get the benefit of twin jolts of electric energy.
“Oh yeah,” I grunted, stroking her wet folds as my twin went to town. “Harder, she’s getting wetter from the boob-suck, do it harder.”
And with a nod, Pax went at it again, literally slurping as much of that creamy white flesh as he could manage, pulling deeply on her nips, squeezing and kneading as the girl let out breathy little cries, yips and gasps of pleasure.
“Oh oh oh!” she moaned, her head thrashing on the wooded floor as we went to town, enjoying our own personal feast of female flesh.
Pax wasn’t done though. Lifting his head, he pushed her gazongas together and upwards towards Ana’s mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Ana’s eyes flew open, shocked. Suck her own tits? That was so dirty and it seemed impossible, involving acrobatic contortions.
But that’s why we like our girls to be big-titted, it lets you do all sorts of things a pancake wouldn’t be able to do. Slowly, Ana bent her chin and craning her neck a little, she licked tentatively at her nipples, the pink tips growing even harder.
But Pax wanted full-on suck force, not just a few licks.
“Harder,” he commanded again, his voice strained.
And this time, Ana didn’t resist. She bent her head and fastened her lips on those nips, sucking the rosy tips with everything she was worth, her cheeks hollowing, a slight vacuum sound emanating as the pressure mounted.
And I could tell it was good, her eyes flying open with pleasure, her waist twisting and jerking slightly as I grounded her, two fingers now buried tight in that little cunny, reaching deeply into her wet warmth. The moment she’d started sucking, I’d penetrated her with a digit, sliding my finger into that moist darkness, letting the puffy channel of flesh envelop me, moving my finger up and down rhythmically, the sweetest of internal massages.
And the stimulation caused her to cream, her juices streaming like a waterfall now, my hand so deep in her twat that you could only see my wrist as it moved in and out, the female cream running all the way to my elbow before dropping off onto a bed of leaves.
“Mmm,” grunted Pax, glancing at my hand buried in her cunt. “That looks good. Get her loosened up and ready, and then let’s hit it.”
And it was true. Neither of us could wait much longer, we’re usually dudes who invest hours into foreplay, letting girls writhe in ecstasy, twist with pleasure before giving them a taste of donkey dong in their secret place.
But Ana was different. She was so unbelievably sexy, so desirable, so fresh and nubile that our cocks couldn’t wait, they needed to be buried in that flesh asap.
So without losing a beat, I unzipped with my free hand, Pax doing the same. And hearing the slur of the zipper immediately startled Ana from her stupor, her eyes flying open between licks at her nips, searching for what she’d been missing these couple months.
“Ohhh,” she gasped. “Yes, please.”
Our masts were out and waving, stiff as hammers, ready to bang a girl until she was senseless. And not just that but there was the pure size too, the sheer splendor. Fifteen inches aroused, standing to attention in the cool air, hot veins throbbing along both sides, our ball sacs tight and ready to shoot.
And with a slight sigh, Ana immediately lay back, offering her body to us, the most beautiful display, her mouth already forming a tempting “O.” Pax has never been into delayed gratification and he immediately swung his massive form to straddle her head, a knee on each side while pointing that big dick at her mouth.
“Eat it girlie,” he commanded, sperm already pooling at the tip, dropping into her waiting mouth, and I watched with satisfaction as Ana craned her neck forwards to lick his glans, savoring the sweet and salty taste of semen, before sucking genteely on his dickhead, like a lady savoring her first bite of an appetizer.
But she was a hungry little slut because her pink tongue snaked out and wrapped around his glans, wiping up every drop of sperm while my brother braced himself, shaking with pent-up desire, his big body tight with need, the tantalizing actions almost driving him over the edge.
“Suck,” he commanded again, voice raspy, making eye contact with the little girl whose mouth he was about to fuck.
And this time, Ana did his bidding. With a sigh, she opened her mouth wide, letting those lips begin to climb up his cockpole, and began sucking in earnest, pushing her mouth up that formidable length, savoring the manly musk filling her nostrils.
“Ummmph,” she moaned in pleasure, eyelids floating closed. “Umph, umph, umph,” she ground out as that monster edged between her lips, each grunt driving it a little deeper down her throat.
Meanwhile, it was time for me to get a part of the action. I needed my share of this sweet, tempting body and I knew exactly where to start. Moving between her legs, I lifted them up and apart so they were in a wide V, the pink open and glistening, ready to accept anything, be it mouth, fingers or dick.
Licking my palm, I fondled my shaft, lubing it up and down, getting that dicksweat up so that we were ready to pummel. And I reached forward to test the waters a bit, touch that savory pink flesh, quivering like gelatin as I passed a finger over her hard nub.
The answering gush between her legs was all I needed.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “This is one hot filly.”
And like that, I began tracing my dickhead around her clit. The little nub grew hard, harder still, filling me with amazement. Because this girl was anatomically blessed. Her little clit got so stiff and big that it was literally the size of my thumb, poking up between her vag lips like a flower, a mini-dick to be stroked and loved.
Unable to resist, I rubbed my dickhead all over that clit, circling it, massaging my flesh against hers, grinding my pole against her until she began wriggling, her legs twitching, even spasming a bit as I teased.
“You need it, don’t you?” I asked gutterally, my voice harsh and filled with desire. There was no answer but her little dick swelled up even more, telling its own story.
Now most guys would have fucked right into her, but trust me, as a man with a lot to give, I don’t do that to my partners. Ana had a particularly small twat and it would have been sheer torment, the fit too tight.
So I pushed my dickhead against her hole a bit, that pussy stretching valiantly around my mast, trying to take it, to accept donkey for the first time.
“Relax,” I soothed, “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
And although I couldn’t see her face with my brother humping her mouth, her sweet cunny gave me all the answer I needed. It clenched at first, tightening around my dickhead and then relaxed, the lips becoming more elastic, almost kissing my glans on each side.
“Thatta girl,” I crooned. “Take Daddy’s dick, kiss it and touch it.”
And I began sliding my length in, pushing against that spongy resistance, groaning as the cunny stretched and accommodated, that slick, slippery warmth taking more, more and then some more.
I had to be at least five inches in now, five agonizing miles of pleasure … but there were still ten to go.
Tensing my hips, I decided to go for it. With one drive, I thrust forward swiftly, burying myself balls-deep in that sweet, hot cunny, letting her little vagina take me deep.
There was a squeal from up above, a startled grunt from my brother as she bit down on his dick, and I came to a stop as well. Because I’d felt the unmistakable punch of a barrier. I’d just busted a virgin, cherry-popped a teen girl.
“Ah shit,” I grunted. “Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit.”
But you think I stopped, let her relax a little? Hell, no! This little pussy was getting the ream, no ifs, ands, and buts about it.
“Hold on girlie, it’s coming,” grunted Pax at her head, and the little girl held her breath in anticipation.
Because my brother and I started fucking like rockstars, him going at it in her mouth, me between her legs, drilling that sweet, dripping cunt. She was so tight, so hot, that virgin flesh like a new rubber band, that I started blasting after only a few strokes, the sensations overtaking me as I shot reams of sperm into her puss, spraying those fertile fields with pure man milk.
My brother, meanwhile, did the same. Overcome with lust, he blasted shot after shot of sperm into her mouth, the little girl swallowing furiously, her mouth full, almost choking with the white filling her oral cavity.
And in the middle of blasting her, we pulled out and switched positions, double banging her in the mouth and twat once again, our DNA mixing for a creamy froth that only the most wanton girls could take.
Ana didn’t let us down. Without missing a beat, she opened her legs, her mouth, letting us use her body, every receptacle ready for our cum, her limbs moving with an elasticity that surprised us, almost acrobatic in their ability to accommodate.
And after it was all done, the three of us lay on the forest floor exhausted, limp, fluids covering us, smeared all over her body, pools of semen and pussy juice spattered on nearby leaves.
“You like?” she asked sweetly, licking her lips, giving my dick one last swipe with that cunning pink tongue.
Now I know she expected an answer like, “Oh yeah, I’m going to drill you again pronto” or “Hell yeah! Let’s get down tomorrow,” but Pax and I are unpredictable. Keeps girls on edge, you know?
So I climbed off of her and stood up, shaking my dick dry, a few last droplets of semen flying in a spray.
“Come on,” I said to my brother, not even looking her way. “Let’s beat feet.”
And with a soft sucking sound, he pulled his dick from her twat, massive inch after massive inch appearing like a snake from a hole, shiny and glimmering with her pussy juices, shaking it off, droplets of man juice flying.
“Yeah, let me get my pants on,” he rumbled, also not making eye contact with the girl.
Because we hate doing virgins. It’s against our policy in fact, they’re too needy, too clingy, too everything. You can think what you like, but we’re not up for the responsibility of banging a girl for the first time, although plenty have asked, even propositioned us.
So we got dressed pronto, ignoring the girl below us, her expression disbelieving, her body still nude and warm from our incredible sex session, even some big handprints still visible on those boobs and thighs.
“What, you’re going to leave me here?” she sputtered, shaking her head in disbelief. “What am I, just a one-time fuck?”
My brother and I shared a look but didn’t reply. Because yeah, she was, especially now that we’d discovered she was a first-timer. It’s not part of our M.O., and besides, we were headed to school on opposite coasts, it was better this way.
Shielding her nudity as best she could, hands covering her breasts, crossing her legs to hide her cunt, the girl sat up on a bed of leaves and began shaking her head furiously.
“Oh no you don’t,” she spat, “you don’t get to ignore me again. Not anymore,” she hissed, fury in her face, clouds in her eyes.
But my brother and I had no words except the most mundane.
“Sorry, little sister, no can do,” shrugged Pax, sliding a massive arm into his blazer. “It’s time.”
“Time for what?” she practically shrieked, blonde tresses flying. God, she looked beautiful, even angry as she was.
“It’s time for us to go our separate ways,” I rumbled, snapping my watch in place.
And with that, Pax and I disappeared into the underbrush, leaving our girl nude, beautiful, and alone in the forest … again.