Chapter 10
EMILIO
I wake up to voices. Low and muffled through the wall. Not my wall. Massimo’s. I know that sound. I’ve heard it every night since we were kids. He’s getting off. But he’s not alone. Screwing someone while I’m on the other side, stuck with an itchy leg encased in plaster.
The road rash sucks. The broken leg sucks. The whole ‘takes me twenty minutes to shit’ thing? Sucks. I’m tired of all the effort it takes just to exist. But I’ll be damned if I let it stop me from seeing who he’s fucking without me.
After too many sweaty, grunting, curse-filled minutes, I finally haul my ass upright and hobble toward the door.
Not exactly stealth mode. I sound like a herd of elephants with asthma.
So much for sneaking. And then I hear her moans.
Louder the closer I get. Even louder when I push my door open.
By the time I creak open his door, it’s like damn surround sound.
My balls tingle. My breath stops. My eyes bug out. My heart slams against my ribs.
It’s Sofia.
My angel is getting eaten out by my bro. It’s impressive he bagged her. I wasn’t sure for a hot minute if this day would ever come. Now it’s here and hotter than I jacked off to. She has one hand on his head, pushing it down. Good, smother him with that juicy pussy.
The other grips the pillow behind her head.
She’s got a tiny white top on. Her brown nipples push against it.
I want to suck the milk out of them. Her thick caramel thighs are spread wide as fuck.
When Mas leans away, his fingers buried deep inside her, I see her skin is darker around her pussy.
Like a fucking bull’s eye for my tongue.
No wonder my twin is motorboating her. I’d be all fucking in it. Eating her from ass to clit and back.
I lean against the doorframe, my good leg holding me up while the other throbs like a bitch. I don’t care. The sight in front of me is worth every fucking second of discomfort. Sofia’s back arches, pushing her tits higher, and I can’t help but lick my lips, imagining the taste of her.
My cock hardens like a fucking flagpole. Fucking Mas, getting to taste her first. I hate it. I tug my basketball shorts down, get my chubby out, and start stroking it in time with his fingers inside her.
He looks up, his face glistening with her juices, and smirks at me. Bastard knows I’m dying to be in there with them. He winks and dives back in. His tongue lapping at her like a man starved. Sofia’s moans fill the room, her hips grinding against his face, and I can’t take it anymore.
I hobble closer, my cock tenting my sweats. Sofia’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and she gasps. But she doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. Both know I’m fucking here. Watching and waiting. It’s so unfair.
“Mas, share,” I groan, hungry. “I want her too.”
I shuffle forward. My shorts snagged on the top of my cast, making it harder to shuffle closer.
“Fuck your fist.”
His answer sucks. But he goes back to eating her like fucking Thanksgiving dinner. Moans pour out of her, but her eyes are locked on my cock. A teasing smile on her lips.
“My angel. Do you want to watch me fuck my fist while Massi eats that pretty pussy?” I lean against the wall, spit into my palm, and start stroking. She’s mesmerized. “Tell my brother he’s a good boy.”
Her eyes shift to him. He stops licking her cunt, waiting as I am.
It’s hot and tense. She holds the power.
Can decide everything right fucking now.
It makes my cock tighter and grow longer.
We’re a solid seven inches and very girthy.
But right now, I feel like my cock’s at least twelve.
Pulled so far away from my body, like he’s watching her getting finger fucked too. It’s cool as shit.
“Tell him with both sets of fat lips.”
Her hips move faster. The sound of my brother’s mouth sucking and fingers plunging in and out has her screaming when she finally comes.
It’s laced with Spanish words and is too fucking hot, I start leaking into my hand.
Not coming yet, but close. Mas goes into overtime. Getting rougher and sloppier.
“That’s it, baby. Let him hear you scream.” My hand pumps faster, but I want more. “Fuck her, Mas. Harder. Don’t let up. I want to see her legs shake.”
Bro doesn’t need encouragement.
He’s already relentlessly assaulting her cunt. She’s a screaming, soaked, wiggling mess. It’s like watching porn but in real life. His hand is a blur as he fucks her with his fingers. I can feel my orgasm at the edge. The tingling in my balls intensifies as I watch her come undone.
“You’ve got to let me see that ass. Flip her over.” I’d bite her if it weren’t such a fucking hassle shuffling over there with my cast, shorts, and stiff dick in my hand. “Hands and knees, Sof. Serve my brother some cake.”
Cinnamon roll cake with white cream-filled icing oozing out is what she is. I just need to spray my sprinkles on top. I’d fucking devour that every damn day of my life.
“Fuck Em, you’re going to make me come,” my brother groans, but I don’t care.
I’d flip her over and fuck both holes if I could. But he complies, helping her with her shaky legs. My heart hammers faster when I see how big and bubbly her ass is. Far more than a handful.
“Ahhh, fuck my angel,” I grunt when I see how sweaty her skin is. “Look at how fat it is. Mas, bite it for me. Tell me what she tastes like. I bet she tastes so fucking good. So sweet and salty. Ughhh.”
I’m fucking my fist raw. The skin is being tugged so damn fast, it’s painful, but I have to chase it. I’m too far gone. She’s perfect.
“Face down, baby. Let’s show Em what he’s missing.”
Fuck if she doesn’t sink her body into the mattress.
Her eyes are glassy, but she is looking over her shoulder at me.
Mas, naked, hard as fuck with a reddish-purple cock moves to the side.
Gives me the whole damn view of perfection.
Like cinnamon toast crunch, where it’s lighter in some parts, darker in others.
Her two holes are coated in toasted cinnamon.
One glistening and needing a cream pie. The other is dry as a fucking bone and needs love. I fucking love Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
“Eat her ass, Mas. She needs it.” I shift forward, my cock dribbling. “Sof, tell him, he’s a good boy for eating creamy donut holes.”
He doesn’t hesitate to dive in. I shuffle forward.
My fist rockets back and forth so fast. Her moans are a damn symphony.
Bouncing off the walls and landing straight into my eardrums. But my brother, damn that guy, is taking his time.
Slow and steady. He’s always been more that way.
I’d slam into her over and over again. Make her scream, whereas he makes women moan. It’s hot as fuck.
My chubby is spilling jizz everywhere. Fighting my brain to come when I want this to last forever. Her hand curls into a fist, eyes glued to mine. Her body convulsing away from his deep tongue. Then pushing back into it for more.
“You little freak, my angel. Love my brother’s tongue stuffed in your no-no hole.” His fingers plunge into her pussy. Pumping so fucking fast that I match his pace. “Like a fucking dream.”
Sweat rolls down her cinnamon skin. Catching in the blue glow of the pool waves from outside, her skin glows. She looks angelic as she lets devilish things happen to her. It’s like the best porno in the fucking world.
“Come for me. Let me drink it,” Mas mutters against her soft body. His nose is buried in her ass, his mouth working around his fingers. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her mouth falls open. The only sound is an agonizing moan that goes on forever.
“Fuck that sounds painful.”
Because it does. Like she hasn’t come in forever.
Then she screams and floods my brother’s face.
Squirting like a damn hose all over him.
He’s shocked. I’m shocked. I come without fucking knowing it.
My hand freezes. My chubby spewing like a volcano after seeing her release.
Even Massi is tugging like a madman on his chubby.
Getting it to blow with us. He jizzes all over his bed.
Not even fast enough to drizzle all over her back.
“Top that, twin,” he taunts.
Looking at me with his face soaked with her juices. They run off the edge of his chin. His shit eating grin pisses me off.
“No fair. I make them scream. You make them moan. That’s the deal.”
I pout, shuffling to the edge of the bed. Wanting to get on it and taste her. Drink her like him. But my cast, shorts, and chubby are all done for.
She’s mumbling under her breath. Words I don’t know. But Mas, like a fucking shithead, keeps going. Doesn’t let up on her pussy. Brutalizes it more. Pulls more out of her. Not the blow it was before, but dribbles adding to the pool of her juices on his sheets.
“Ay,” she whispers, dazed and confused.
She moves those sweet holes away from my brother. I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t even get a taste, so he can be done too. He doesn’t care. He nips her ass and collapses beside her. Giving me a full view of her thick thighs and fat ass, her small waist, sweat glistened back, and wild curly hair.
“Ah, come on. Where do I get to lie?”
“The wet spot.”
He smirks, knowing full well I will.
“Cool by me. I’ll lie in her juices. Bathe in them, drink the sheets, and use her ass as my pillow. Sounds like a perfect night to me.”
I turn and aim my bare ass at the bed. Wipe my cum crusted hand on the sheets and struggle to remove my shorts. Sofia is done for. A slight smile on her face. Her eyes aren’t squeezed tight, but still closed. She can yell at me all day, every day, if our nights end like this.
“Scoot over, Mas, make room.”
He backs up to the edge of the bed. Grabs her around the waist and tugs her into him. She groans but doesn’t fight him. She wiped out in the best way. Still on her stomach, I shove in beside her, ignoring the discomfort from my road rash.
True to my word, I snuggle up to her body.
My cheek pressed against the top of her crack, breathing in her scent.
My chubby comes back to life. Wanting to separate her cheeks and shove him in, but I settle for stroking through her folds.
Feeling her softness for the first time and groaning loud enough for everyone to hear my frustration.
“She’s asleep, Em. Leave her be. She had a bad day.”
“I am,” I defend, but we both know I’m not.
My fingers have a mind of their own. My chubby too, which is poking into her leg.
Wanting to poke somewhere else. I inch closer, the wet spot running toward me now.
It hits my side, slips beneath me, and drenches my skin.
She smells fresh. Her skin, her cum, and her wetness.
Must be her diet. But damn if I don’t like them with a bit of flavoring.
Like, no shower after working. I’d eat that shit up all night.
“I want her, Mas.”
Silence.
Just the sound of her light breathing between us. Something I could get used to.
“I know.”
Something in his voice makes it more than knowing. Of course, he wants her too. What dickwad wouldn’t? She is perfect with her big attitude, bossing me around, and calling me nene.
“What’s up, bro?”
I don’t bother shifting my head to look at him. I can feel the stirring of his emotions in my chest. It’s a twin thing.
“I’m falling for her.”
It comes out as a rippled sigh. Sad and shit.
I know exactly where it’s coming from. It took a long time to come out of that woman.
Messed him up in the head for too long. It’s when we started sharing.
He needed to get laid, and who better than me to be his wingman?
Like I always say, why mope when you can fuck?
Trade one fat ass for another. Looking the way we do and being twins on top of that, we get pussy left and right.
Guaranteed after every party we throw. It’s half the reason we throw them.
“That’s not good,” I mutter, closing my eyes against the intrusive pool glow that was highlighting my angel a few minutes ago.
“I know.”
“What’cha going to do about it? Stop your heart? Stop your cock? Because I want to tag team her before you fuck it all up.”
Another rippled sigh. Then nothing. I wait and then move my fingers to my mouth, sucking her drying juices and groaning deep in my throat. She tastes like a fucking fruit cup. Vision of diving into her holes like a damn jello cup dance before my eyes. Pineapple is what I decide she is.
“Hey, Mas?”
“Yeah?”
“Close the fucking curtains.”
The last thing I hear is the motorized track going and the curtains finally blocking out the glow on my face so I can sleep on my new favorite pillow. One that smells like cum and tastes like pineapple fruit cups. Then Mas.
“I won’t stop either.”