40. Cade
I’m lying on a sun lounger, watching Laney swim.
My ears have been ringing all morning, and I’ve just tossed back a couple of painkillers in the hope they’ll ease the thumping in my temples. I’m in need of a distraction, and Laney seems like a good choice.
She’s sun-kissed again now.
The last few weeks of being here, lazing around the pool, swimming and eating well, have done her good.
She should have done this from the start.
I’m kicking myself that we allowed her to persuade us that her going back to the trailer was the right thing to do.
Reed would argue she needed the time to figure out that being here with us was what she really needed, and she would have only resented us if she hadn’t had that time.
Maybe he’s right, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get over finding her in the trailer that day.
The thought that we’d almost lost her had been like a punch to the chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking terrified in my whole life.
Laney lifts herself out of the pool, water droplets glistening on her long limbs, her hair dripping down her back.
Sex has been off the menu since she got back—we wanted to give her some time to recover before we all pounced on her—but seeing her soaking wet and dressed only in a skimpy bikini which clings to her curves is making me hard.
She senses me staring and glances over her shoulder at me.
“Why are you watching me?”
“Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m a thing now, am I?” she teases.
“You know what I mean. How am I supposed to not look at you when you’re standing there with barely anything on?”
She pouts. “I’m wearing a bikini.”
“That’s still too much for me. Take it off.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What? Here?”
“I want to see you. All of you.”
She turns to face where I’m lying on my back on the lounger. I’m only in a pair of swim shorts, and my growing erection is beginning to tent them.
Her gaze travels down my body, lingering on my shorts. Her tongue flicks out and swipes across her lower lip. I recognize the hunger in her eyes, and my cock jumps, my balls growing tight.
“If I have to take off what I’m wearing, then you should, too,” she says. “I want to see you touch yourself. Masturbate for me.”
She’s flipped this around on me, and I like it.
I push my shorts down my thighs and shins and kick them onto the tiled ground. I’m completely fucking naked in the sun now, my cock sticking up at a right angle from my body.
“Touch yourself,” she says.
I take my dick in my hand and flick the piercing with my thumb. The vibrations make me even harder. My cock is big, but then so is my hand. I smear a little precum around as lubrication, and then slowly run my fingers down my length and back up again.
I keep my eyes on Laney. She’s completely focused on my cock, her pretty lips parted. Beneath the thin, wet material of the bikini top, her nipples have pebbled.
“Take off the top,” I tell her. “Touch your tits.”
She gives a coy smile but follows my instructions, dropping the bikini to the ground and then cupping both breasts in her hands. She uses her thumb and forefinger to pull and roll her nipples, and I get even harder.
“Do it faster,” she tells me.
“First, take off the bottoms and put your hand between your legs.”
The bikini bottoms are held on by strings at her hips, and she pulls them apart, first the left side, then the right. The wet material drops away.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I growl. “The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I thought I was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen,” she says as she steps her feet apart.
“Sexy… beautiful… my little stepsister is fucking perfect. And I’d really like to see her riding my cock.”
“Not yet.” She gives a combination of a sigh and a whimper as she pushes her hand between her thighs. She rubs her clit with her middle finger, and then slides it down and pushes inside herself.
Movement comes from the house, and we both glance over to see Darius approaching the pool.
“What are you two up to?” he asks.
“Laney is about to ride my dick,” I say with a grin.
The corners of his lips curl. “Well, that’s not fair.”
“She’s got her fingers in her pussy right now,” I describe to him. “She’s standing by the pool completely naked, her legs spread, one hand feeling up her tits, and the other between her thighs. I bet she’s wet and tight, and just waiting to be fucked.”
Darius runs his hand across his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Hang on a minute,” Laney says. “I want to watch you, remember? Keep touching yourself. I want to see and hear what you look like when you make yourself come.” She turns her head toward my brother. “Now, Darius, get over here and fuck me from behind while I watch your brother climax.”
Dax is already stripping off his clothes. Mindful of the pool, Laney takes his hand and carefully guides him toward her.
She’s still facing me, only now my brother is behind her. His hands are all over her, one on her breast, the other between her smooth, slim thighs to rub at her clit. He licks the water droplets from her shoulder and neck. Her expression changes, contorting, as he pushes his cock inside her.
It might be my brother’s cock inside her, but it’s me she can’t take her eyes off. Her gaze is completely focused on my hand running up and down my length. I stop to pay attention to the piercing tipping the bell end. I build my momentum to match with theirs.
The noises she’s making are out of this fucking world, getting me even harder. I know it won’t be long. She wants to watch me come, but I have a better idea.
“How about you take both of us?” I say. “Come sit on my cock, and Darius can take your ass. I bet he’d like that.” I pick up a small bottle of coconut oil from beside the sunbed. “I think we can make use of this.”
Darius is still pumping into her from behind. “Ah, fuck, I don’t think I can stop, bro.”
“Not even for her tight ass?”
He lowers his forehead to her shoulder, his teeth clenched. “Fucking hell.”
I can tell it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to come inside her.
“What do you want, Laney?” he asks her, before ramming into her one more time, making her cry out.
“I love feeling both of you inside me,” she gasps.
“What Laney wants, Laney gets,” I say.
The two of them part, but Laney takes Darius’s hand and guides him over to the sun lounger.
She straddles me, positioning her pussy right above my cock, and then sinks down.
Darius is right. Her pussy feels incredible.
My hands find her hips, and then I sit up slightly to catch one of her nipples in my mouth.
I suck and lick and bite, and she slowly lowers herself onto me.
Her eyes slip shut. “God, you feel so good.” She reaches back for my brother. “Your turn, Dax.”
The sun loungers are large and wooden, and solid—strong enough to hold all our weight.
I place the coconut oil into his hand. “Use this.”
It’s warm enough for the oil to be in liquid form, and he positions himself behind Laney and pours some over her ass.
“How does that feel?” he asks, using his fingers on her asshole, pushing the oil inside her and stretching her.
I can tell exactly how it feels because her inner muscles clamp down around me and pulse as though she’s trying to get herself off on my cock with barely any movement.
“Oh, God,” is all she manages.
Dax applies the oil to his cock and grips himself. “Breathe, Laney, slow and steady. I’m going to fuck your ass now.”