Shared by My Brother's Best Friends: A Short MMMF Reverse Harem/Why Choose Romance

5. No Touching

five

“Morning, Sunshine,” Royal says as I enter the kitchen where he and Kelly sit at the table while Webster stands at the stove, cooking breakfast.

“Good morning. That smells wonderful, Webster,” I say, standing next to him on my tip-toes, pressing my tits against his bicep, stretching the sleeve of his black T-shirt as I place a quick kiss on his cheek. I take my time, lowering myself onto my heals, letting my pebble-hard nipples graze over his bulging muscles.

With a speed and force I didn’t expect, Webster kills the fire on the stove top, turns and pushes me against the counter, pinning me with his hips pressed against my stomach, and imprinting the hard ridge of his cock on my flesh.

Every breath I take strokes him, making his cock twitch.

Hooking his big hands under my arms, Webster lifts me and plants my ass on the counter. “I know what you’re doing, Little Mouse.”

His cock stretches the front of his sweatpants. Cum leaking from his tip stains the gray fabric.

Our eyes locked, his dark and warning, I dare to inch my hand down my bare thigh until my fingertips trip along his waistband. Hooking my fingers inside, finding he’s not wearing any underwear, my breath hitches before I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Royal and Kelly are now standing next to the kitchen table.

My stomach floats into my chest.

They know Webster so well. Do they already know his answer? Are they coming to join us or are they getting ready to leave?

The possibility of rejection sits heavily in my stomach. There has to be something I can do to keep them here.

“Your brother…” Webster whispers, gripping the counter on either side of me.

“Doesn’t want you touching me. But no one said anything about me touching you.” I slip my hand inside his pants and stroke all the way down his thick shaft to cup his heavy balls.

Webster moans, clenching his jaw, but not pulling away.

I take that as permission. With his balls in my hand, I guide Webster back as I slide off the counter to stand in front of him. Letting go, I drop to my knees, pulling down the front of his sweatpants as I go and grin at the way his cock bounces free.

All three of them hiss and groan as I pull my shirt off and my bare nipples harden against the cool cabin air.

Webster cranes over me, gripping the edge of the counter as I lick the head of his cock and suck him into my mouth to the back of my throat.

Bobbing my head up and down the length of him, my eyes connect with Royal and Kelly, standing behind Webster now. They take my satisfied hum and hooded gaze as the invitation I intended it to be and stride over to stand on either side of Webster.

Royal and Kelly watch me suck Webster’s dick for a moment, slowly stroking themselves before they lose their patience, waiting their turns before they push their pants down and stand with their weeping tips less than an inch from my cheeks.

Webster tangles his fingers in my hair. Getting a fistful on the back of my head, he pulls my mouth off of his cock, turns my head and guides my mouth down Kelly’s length. After a dozen or so pumps on Kelly’s cock, Webster pulls me off of him and turns me to face Royal’s cock, resting heavily in his own hand.

I suck Royal’s cock for a few seconds before going back to Webster. Only this time, with Webster’s thick cock, hammering my throat, I wrap each of my hands around Kelly’s and Royal’s rock hard shafts.

“Shower me in your cum. I want to swim in it,” I beg them, breathlessly after popping off the end of Webster’s cock.

I suck Webster in again, but he nudges me off. Fisting his cock and pumping furiously, he tells the other two, “You heard our girl.”

Kelly and Royal take their dicks from me and jerk hard and fast.

In no time, all three of them lean in, their dicks, hovering an inch from my face, they cum in hot streams on my cheeks and in my hair. With my mouth wide, I catch as much of it on my tongue as I can, like snowflakes in winter. But they taste so much sweeter.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to make you come,” Royal says, trying to catch his breath.

As he reaches his hand toward me and the stream of cum dripping down my tits, Webster slaps him away. “No touching.”

“This is bullshit. We can’t leave her like this.”

“He’s right, Web,” Kelly says. “It’s not right.”

I stand and back up until my back hits the counter. Lifting my ass onto the edge where Webster had placed me earlier, I tell them, “It’s okay. I can take care of myself. You’re more than welcome to watch.” I slip my panties down my legs, kick them across the room as I smear my fingers through the streaks of cum they painted on my body, then dip my sticky fingers into my wet, needy cunt.

It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but when I catch Royal rubbing his hand down the length of his cock, getting hard again already, I don’t want to look away.

“Dammit, Web. I wanna fuck her so bad,” Kelly growls, taking a step in my direction, gripping his fat, iron rod in his meaty fist.

“No touching her.”

It’s funny how strict Webster is about the no touching rule even though he’s the only one who already broke it.

I can still feel his fist in my hair. The commanding turn of his wrist as he marched my mouth from cock to cock.

My center floods with heat as a moan rumbles in my throat.

I want Webster’s hands all over me. I want him to smack my ass, then grip my hips as he thrusts his dick deep in my pussy.

“Please, Webster,” I beg, making eye contact so he knows how serious I am. “I want you inside me. Please.”

He stands stalk still with his eyes locked on mine. Even with a raging hard on, he bends down, grips his sweatpants, and pulls them up around his waist.

I want to be mad. I want to stop touching myself, to punish him for denying me, but I can’t stop. Instead, his firmness and commanding presence brings me to the edge. My clit tingles under my circling fingers. My channel tightens, so fucking hungry for a cock to fill it.

“I’ll fuck you, Sunshine,” Royal says.

I want him. And Kelly. All three of them to fill and stretch me until I beg for mercy.

Instead, I’m begging, “Please,” as I come so fucking hard when Webster pulls Royal back, barking, “No.”

I come even harder when Webster takes both of them by the neck and forces them out of the kitchen. “Get the fuck out and get control of yourselves. Come back when you’re ready to act like men. Not a couple of fucking animals.”

“Maybe I want you all to act like animals.” I walk up to Webster, still naked and covered in their cum. My skin is hot and flushed from my orgasm.

“Go get cleaned up. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Something’s changed. There’s sadness in Webster’s words that wasn’t there before. Wrapping my arms around myself, I ask, “Why are you so worried about what my brother thinks? Do you owe him some kind of life debt or something?”

“I’ve been here before, Mel. It doesn’t have a happy ending.”

“Web—“

“It’s bad enough to have one friend choose their sibling over them. Sex over friendship…” Webster flares his nostrils. Almost like he doesn’t believe his own words. “I don’t even want to think how bad it would hurt Jake if all three of his friends abandoned him that way.”

“What if you didn’t have to choose? What if we just gave ourselves this one weekend? Jake would never have to know.”

Webster takes a step toward me. Again, he breaks his own rule, taking my chin in his calloused hand, lifting my chin, ensuring eye contact. “Because, I know one weekend would never be enough for us to get our fill of you.”