Corin

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I was on the edge already, because I’d been on the edge the entire time she’d been straddling me. I’d nearly come when she slid her pussy over me, and had only barely held it back. Then she’d treated me with this titty-fucking, which was something I very truthfully had fantasized about when I was younger. Not her specifically, like I’d said. Just…big, juicy, wet tits sliding up and down my cock, the plump mounds of flesh clutched in her hands, jerking them up and down.

Exactly what she was doing, staring up at me, stroking her big perfect tits up and down the length of my cock.

And then she dropped them, her eyes filled with hunger.

Holy shit, there she went. Ohhh god. Oh god…

I ached. I hurt. I needed release so bad I was crazy with it. And the look in her eyes? I was about to get it. I held my breath in anticipation, my skin tingling, cock throbbing. Tate’s eyes were locked on mine, a hungry, lust-rife expression on her beautiful face as she slid her tits up and down the length of my aching cock, teasing me. A moment or two more, and there’d be no more teasing.

Tate slid up my body, and then sat up, breast swaying in the dim orange light of the dying fire. She reached for my cock, biting her lip.

Yes, god, please…

I heard the shower shut off right then, and then I heard the knob twist. I heard Canaan’s voice saying something, and then the door creaked open.

“Shit!” Tate hissed, and ducked down, tucking her head onto my chest and draping the blanket over us.

My heart was pounding, my cock aching so bad it was agony.

Canaan and Aerie tiptoed across the room, clutching towels against their fronts, and climbed into the bed, tossing their towels aside at the last second.

“This is gonna be interesting in the morning,” I said, and Aerie yelped in surprise, yanking the blanket over her head. “All of us are naked, and I don’t have the slightest idea where any of our clothes are.”

“Let’s just…maybe handle that in the morning?” Aerie suggested, peeking out from underneath the edge of the blanket.

“There’s no point in any of us being shy anymore, though, is there?” Tate asked. “I mean, that would be a little silly at this point.”

“T?” Canaan said.

“Yeah, Cane?”

“Hush, babe. It’s sleepy time.”

Tate just laughed. “You can’t shush me, Canaan.”

“Sure I can. Just did.”

I laughed. “All right y’all. Everyone shut the fuck up. I’m trying to sleep.”

Silence.

“We are all very drunk,” Aerie pointed out, apropos of nothing.

“Yes,” Tate agreed. “Yes, we are.”

“So, I’m just saying, what happens at the cabin when we’re drunk stays at the cabin when we’re sober.”

A moment of silence stretched out as we all processed what she’d said.

Tate was the first to start laughing. “I’m not sure if that makes sense or not.”

“It’s either genius or nonsense,” I added, between peals of laughter. “Not sure which.”

Aerie was laughing too. “It sounded smart in my head, but now I’m not sure it makes any sense either. But then, I’m still seeing double, and it feels like I’m about to fall off the world.”

“Put one foot on the floor,” I suggested. “Helps with the spinning.”

“I can’t. I’m on the inside,” Aerie responded.

“Oh.” I tried to think of a helpful alternative, but couldn’t.

Tate to the rescue, however. “Maybe just hold on to Cane real tight and hope the spinning passes?”

Aerie snickered. “Oh, I’m holding on all right,” she muttered, insinuation heavy in her voice. “I’m holding on real tight.”

I groaned. “Oh, come on. That’s my brother!”

Tate smacked my chest. “And that’s my sister. Like I said, there’s no point in any of us acting all shy at this point.”

Canaan’s voice cut in over the conversation. “SLEEPY-TIME NOW. NO MORE TALKY-TALK.” More quietly, then. “Seriously, it’s like a teenage sleepover: nobody ever shuts up.”

Finally, a real, true, lasting silence swept over the room.

I held on to Tate, felt her breathing slow, felt her body loosen and grow heavy. In all the hook-ups I’d ever had, I’d never actually just slept with a girl before—not counting falling asleep between rounds, I mean. So this was weird.

Or at least, it should have been.

But…it wasn’t.

At all.

Having Tate in my arms, naked, sleeping…it felt absolutely normal, in a heady, crazy, heart-palpitating sort of way. Like, my heart was swelling and thumping and I didn’t want to fall asleep, because it felt so amazing to just have her snugged into my arms, her soft skin all over mine, her breath on my chest, her hair tickling my nose, her hand draped casually just above my cock, which was still hard as a rock, throbbing painfully, but finally starting to subside a little, thank god. Despite the ache and frustration of the climax I’d been denied, feeling myself fall asleep with Tate like this?

It was…heaven.