19
The Bear
I know they’re fucking in there,and I’m close to inviting myself in to get my load in her. It’s frustrating that I can’t escape like Austin did, taking off on his bike, whereas I have to take a cab to get away, and I can’t be arsed waiting for one. So, instead, I stay to endure the torture.
Xavier’s door opens, and my brother saunters out, looking pleased with himself, and jealously hits me like a ton of bricks. I don’t care if he’s fucking her, too; I just hate missing out.
“Sup,” he says, cocking his eyebrows and turning into the kitchen to open the utensil drawer.
“You finished in there?” I ask as he takes out a wooden spoon and holds it up.
“Nah, the rubber got stuck up her,” he confesses.
“Allow me to help,” I proclaim, snatching the wooden spoon from his hand.
“Be gentle, bro,” he warns, striding behind me as I head down the hall to his room. The door is open a crack, so I push it further, and she’s lying butt naked on his bed, waiting to be attended to.
“I’m here to save the day,” I announce, holding up the spoon as she grabs the blanket in embarrassment to cover her body. “No need to do that, Velma. I’ll need all hands on deck.”
Xavier snorts behind me as I climb on the bed, throw the cover off her, prise her legs apart, and position myself in the in-between. Burying my face in her inner thighs, I kiss and nibble, turning her on. Her skin is glistening from juice, and I lick it up as my fingers find her core.
She sighs, “The condom-”
“I know all about the condom. That is why I have this,” I exclaim, waving the wooden spoon about, and she quickly looks aghast and glances at Xavier over my shoulder.
I adjust my crotch, pressing hard against my underwear, before sliding my fingers inside her hole.
“Bro, your fingers are shorter than mine,” Xavier’s voice radiates behind me. “You’re not going to reach.”
“Who said I’m reaching,” I hit back as she arches her back, sticking her tits out when my thumb brushes over her clit. My gaze meets her directly, and her body moves against my fingers. “You know I’m about to fuck, don’t you?”
She licks her bottom lip, watching my hand grab my crotch again, and she nods gently. “Take out the condom first.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, moving my thumb faster, watching her unravel under my touch, getting wetter and weaker. Just as she gets massively turned on, I pull my fingers out and insert the handle of the wooden spoon, hunting for the condom.
It wasn’t my intention to turn her on with the spoon, but the way she’s moving her body for every inch of the spoon that goes inside her, I’d say, yep, she’s getting hot on the spoon.
I glance back at Xavier, who grins, “Your girlfriend has a thing for wooden instruments.”
“No,” she cries out as I start pumping the spoon, moving it upwards so I can brush her clit with my thumb.
“I never picked you for a spoon fucker, Em,” Xave teases.
“Concentrate on finding the condom,” she demands angrily. “It’ll be lost forever if you force it up.”
Xavier snorts behind me, entertained by the fiasco. The only person in the room who is not laughing is Velma.
I wiggle the long handle of the spoon and try to peer inside Emaline’s pussy, but I can’t see much. I drag it back out once it feels like the wood has attached to something. “It’s your lucky day, babe,” I charm her, holding up the skin-colored sheath, soaked and slimy, on the end of the spoon.
She sighs in relief as I playfully flick the used condom at my brother since I’m not keen to touch it. “Thank goodness, I thought that thing would stay up there forever and not come back down again until I give birth.”
A thought occurs to me as she’s speaking, and I climb off the bed and signal my brother to follow me out into the hallway. “Just going to chat with my little brother, Em. Don’t move because I’ll be back to fuck you.”
Xavier is frowning with a mischievous smile when I drag him out. “What’s up?” he asks curiously.
“Did you drop a load in her?” I question him bluntly.
“Yeah, probably…” He folds his arms across his chest, looking uncomfortable.
“Fuck, dude, you know she’s on the contraceptive. We had this conversation before. Stop being so fucking irresponsible.”
“It was an accident, man,” he argues.
“Fair enough,” I say calmly. “How about you go make me a coffee while I fuck Emaline Applegate. And if you hear screaming, just know that it’s my gigantic cock giving her a good time.”
“Bro, I’m wounded. I’m incapable of making coffee,” he states devilishly, giving me a light slap on my arm.
“Sure, dude. You weren’t wounded enough to get off on Velma,” I shout back at him, and he flicks me the birdie from the end of the hall.
“She rode me and did all the work, and I ain’t complaining,” he confesses in his usual roguish way.
“Huh. Interesting,” I mutter as I turn my back on my brother and head back into his bedroom. I will be fucking Emaline Applegate in his room and on his bed, and there ain’t nothing he can do about that, especially within his weakened state of woundedness.
Emaline has covered her body with the blankets as I walk in and shut Xave’s door behind me. I stand over her lying there and pull off my sweater, drop my sweats and underwear, so I’m completely naked and hard as a hammer.
Those eyes, filled with fear, travel over my hairy abdomen and balls with a large cock sprouting out, but she’s been here before, so she knows what to expect.
“I thought about fucking you in the hospital but realized the timing wasn’t right,” I explain.
“How kind of you,” she says, slightly sarcastically, which spurs me on.
“Well…contrary to popular belief,” I start, grabbing her ankles and shunting her toward me, legs spread, “I’m a nice guy.”
“That’s true. I have detected niceties from you. I mean, being my personal bodyguard is-”
“Emaline, I might be nice outside of the bedroom, but inside I’m mean as shit. Got it?” I blurt, honestly. “Let’s not try to pretend otherwise.”
“If you want to have sex with me, you should use some manners,” she states proudly, looking me in the eye.
“Nope. I’m not asking. I’m taking. Why? Because I like you, and for some reason that I’m unable to articulate, you’re the only woman I want to fuck,” I express as flatly as asking for ice cream.
“Is that a good thing?” she screws her face up.
I place my hands on either side of her head, caging her in, and lean over her so our lips are only an inch apart. “Take those glasses off.”
She sighs. “Your brother likes me to keep them on,” she says.
“That’s his kink, and even though you’re damn cute with them on, I like to go rough, and I wouldn’t want to break them while grinding you into the mattress.”
“And I thought romance was dead,” she states innocently, which makes me smile. How can I not smile? Now and again, she’ll show me who she really is, and the revelation is soothing to my soul and fire to my libido.
I reach for Xavier’s top drawer, where I know he keeps his rubbers, as her hand starts playing with my cock, rubbing along the length, and brushing her thumb over the head. I claim my cock to cover it over with the condom as Emaline takes her glasses off and places them gently on the bedside table.
Seizing her ankles, I effortlessly lift her legs over my shoulders, penetrating her wet pussy in one cruel thrust so my length is entirely inside her. She gasps as I adjust my position so my cock is driving downward deep inside her. She wiggles a little to accommodate my mass and ease her comfort before I start pounding her hard.
The bed jolts with every thrust, serenaded by her rhythmic gasps and sighs that grows more urgent the more I rail her. I can hear Xavier swearing at me outside in the hall, followed by a quick kick against the door in frustration because I’m borrowing his bed and girl, although I want to make her mine, too.
After several thrusts, I pull out, roll her onto her side, and penetrate her again from behind. Her hand finds the tight space between her legs and starts playing with her clit, turning me on even more. I don’t think I can get any harder than I already am, and it’s been far too long between fucks.
I had the urge to lead her into a secluded room at the hospital and to finger fuck her in Xavier’s car on the ride home, but it was clear that she wasn’t in the mood, and even if I initiated, she wouldn’t respond how I hoped, due to concerns over her sister. Sometimes, a man must brush aside his selfish desires to serve and care for our women. Not that it’s easy.
As I continue to pound, my finger worms its way into her tight hole, and I move in and out. She starts screaming. Xavier wrecked this hole not long ago. It was a virgin hole that he took great pleasure in possessing, but now it’s my turn.
“I’m not sure about that,” she groans.
“Why not? Xave fucked your pretty ass not that long ago,” I argue.
“I’m still in recovery from his penis in there,” she states honestly, and I pause to consider whether I should continue. “I haven’t been able to do number twos for days. Besides…you’re thicker in girth.”
“Way to ruin the moment, Em. Thinking of you taking a shit is not exactly fuel for a skyrocket,” I state, and she frowns in confusion at my symbolism.
She slaps my hand away from her tight hole, the message loud and clear. “My body,” she hisses. “My rules.”
“Fine. I like a woman who knows what she likes and wants,” I resign disappointedly and continue to rail her hard until I cum into the condom.
She rolls over onto her side, and I see the look on her face, and my heart aches for her. I pull the covers up over her naked body and climb off the bed to put my clothes back on. I am about to let Xavier back in after I’ve done my business when I glance at myself in the mirror.
I’m acting like a cunt, and Emaline is the last person in the world who deserves to be the victim of my blatant callousness. My hand rests on the door handle, about to escape, when I look back at her, reaching for her glasses, curled up in the blankets, so vulnerable and alone.
Her brow furrows in concern when I step back and stand over her as self-imposed anger floods my being.
“Have I done something wrong?” she gazes at me, wide-eyed and apprehensive. I can tell she expects me to push ahead and nail her in the ass, even when she says that she doesn’t want it.
“No,” I assure her as I pull back the blankets, revealing her small, pale body. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You could never do anything wrong.”
She swallows nervously as I climb inside the covers and pull them over our bodies. Her skin feels cold, so I rub my hand along her thighs to warm her up, and still, suspicion lies behind her eyes. She doesn’t trust me, and I can hardly blame her. I sense her body stiffening and twitching nervously whenever I’m alone.
“Little bird,” I mumble into the curve of her neck.
“Me?” she asks as I pull her body in close, encouraging her to nestle into me.
“You remind me of a baby bird I found as a kid. It was on the ground at the tree”s root, where its nest was. She must’ve fallen out of the nest,” I whisper as my mind shuffles through childhood memories – some good, some bad. Emaline has the same look of blind innocence and fear as the bird. The bird senses I am a danger yet is at the mercy of my choices. Do I leave it on the ground to die or let it live?
“What did you do?” she asks quietly. Her warm breath graces my chest as she surrenders to my body and wraps her arm around my thick torso.
“I climbed up the tree to put it back in the nest,” I tell her honestly.
She sighs as her body relaxes into me as I stroke her hair and pepper kisses on her cheek, neck, and nose. “Good,” she breathes in relief. “I’m glad.”