Chapter 13
EMILIO
Mas’s forearm jams across my throat before I even finish the damn sentence. My ass hits the wall. The cast scrapes the baseboard. If I didn’t have this stupid leg anchor, I’d already have him flipped on his back.
“You’re just showing off,” I choke out, shoving at his arm. His muscles feel like damn steel pipes.
Sofia’s voice cracks through the air. “Papito! Get off him!”
She stomps her foot like a pissed-off cartoon character with steam coming from her ears. Mas doesn’t move. He’s shaking, jaw tight, spit flying.
“Not showing off. I’ll beat you to a pulp if you ever treat her like that again. She’s precious, and she’s ours. I won’t let you ruin this because you’re a selfish fuck!”
I flinch when his spit hits my face. Gross, but it’s also my signal. He’s dead serious. That vein in his neck bulges like he’s two seconds from swinging.
“Mas, you’re losing your damn mind,” I rasp, pressing against the wall. “She’s not ours. Hell, she’s not even yours!”
That stops him for half a second. His fist cocks back anyway, ready to rocket straight into me. I tilt my head toward Sofia, voice breaking into a laugh that’s half-dare, half-plea.
“Tell him, my angel. Tell him the truth.”
The look on her face kills whatever noise was left in me.
Mouth open. Eyes soft but wrecked. No words, just that silence that says everything.
Mas sees it too. The fire drains out of him.
His fist unclenches, his forearm loosening from my throat.
He steps back, breathing hard, eyes flicking between us like he can’t believe what just happened.
I rub my neck, smirking even though my pulse is still racing. “Told you, bro. You keep building castles outta sand, don’t get mad when the tide comes in.”
But under the smart-ass grin, my chest hurts like hell.
Because I like her. Not as much as Mas, but I could get there real quick.
And it wouldn’t have taken me five weeks to get her almost in bed.
Mas steps back like she slapped him. His chest is heaving, nostrils flaring, eyes still wild.
He looks wrecked. Not angry wrecked. Heart cracked in half sorta wrecked.
And I hate that I recognize it. I’ve seen that look before.
On him.
After her.
Sofia shoves herself between us, one hand on my chest, one on his.
“Ay, enough!” Her voice isn’t loud, but it slices through us. “Both of you.”
Mas freezes.
I freeze.
“You two don’t get to fight over me. I’m not an object. I’m not a prize. I’m not something to ‘claim.’” Her gaze pins Mas first, then swings to me. “And you,” she pokes her nail into my chest, “Stop provoking him just because you’re insecure and bored.”
“Insecure? I’m not. I’m literally . . . I mean, look at me. I get pussy all the time.”
My mouth falls open. But she’s got me on the bored part. Mas snorts, wiping his face like he’s trying to erase the last five minutes.
“She means emotionally, idiot. Not your baby face.”
“HEY.” I point at him, offended. “This face pulls more ass than a Harley-Davidson.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” he mutters, annoyed and shit.
“BOTH OF YOU.” Sofia throws her hands up. “Jesús, María y José.”
She steps back, breathing hard, like we’ve drained every ounce of patience she had left.
“For the record,” she says quietly, like defeated or something. “I care about both of you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. But I’m not yours. Not yet. Not until I decide it. Not until I feel safe. Not until I know that I won’t regret letting either of you close.”
Mas deflates like someone popped his entire rib cage. My chest goes tight in a way I don’t understand. Like I want to crack a joke, but my stomach won’t let me.
“This is your fault. You started choking her,” Mas growls, edging closer to her, which is closer to me, and she’s giving him a bad look.
“Say it again, Mas, I swear—”
“BASTA!” she yells, whatever that means, but the look I know well. She gave it to me all the damn time in the hospital when she wanted me to shut up. So, I do. My brother does too.
“Fine. No choking. Got it.” I hate that I conceded like a little bitch. But if it will keep her happy and Mas from unfairly jumping my ass, then so be it. “But can I just say it’s your fault, my angel, for being such a hottie and making me want to do nasty shit to you?”
My heartbeat is doing dumb shit again. Dumber than my mouth. Mas scrubs a hand over his face, but I’m not wrong. It’s her fault that she’s hot. Or maybe even her mom’s. Who knows, but it’s not all my fault.
“You lie on the bed.” She points her finger at me like she did with her red marker at the hospital. I hobble over, my cast feeling like a thousand pounds with both of them watching. “No one is going to help me. Damn, I see how it is.”
Mas rolls his eyes so hard his whole skull tilts back. Doesn’t lift one finger.
My angel, with her tits and ass all hanging out, slides under my arm and presses that fine body next to me. I do a big, loud groan like a damn actor and collapse in a heap. She even helps me get my shorts over the edge of the plaster and pulls them off so my cock is free and ready to fuck.
“Sit on me.” I grin up at her, hands behind my head like I’m posing for a calendar shoot. “Face or dick, your choice.”
“Read the damn room, Em,” Mas snaps, disgusted and jealous. “You fucking ruined it.”
I blink and gesture at my body.
“Ruined it? Bro, I am the room.”
“Enough, Nene,” she scolds, but my hand is already on her hip, caressing the soft skin covered in tiger stripes. I’m going to bite each one. “I will show you how I do it.”
She climbs on the bed, and I widen my legs. Ready for a snack and a show. She’s fine as hell when she crouches low between my thighs. But it’s her eyes. Those fucking dark brown eyes that are rearranging shit in my chest.
My cock jumps with excitement. Mas says we have the same dick, size, and all. I think he lied when we measured. Mine looks wide as fuck when she spreads her mouth to cover it.
“Hell yeah. She’s blowing me and not you. Jealous twin?”
Mas just stands there like a dumbass, watching. He does that sometimes. I prefer to get into the game. Fuck things up and get off. He’s always been a sap. Dude already loves this chick, but she doesn’t even know it.
“Not a chance.”
Sof is blowing me good. Getting into a rhythm of tongue, suck, hands twisting the base like a damn peppermill that Mas uses when making steak.
Eyes fucking me too. Yeah, she’s been wanting this.
Cast or not, she’s not letting that stop her.
Should I ram into her mouth like I want?
Hell yes. Will I, no, cuz Mas will kick my ass and my angel will never suck me off again.
“Patience,” she scolds when I start pumping into her mouth, needing more.
Mas smirks, climbing on the bed and kissing her skin.
She pops off my cock to gaze at him. Bro doesn’t know it, but she likes him.
It’s so damn obvious. But his dumbass wouldn’t know because he’s too busy making moon eyes at her.
“My angel, get me off. Swallow my babies.”
“Gross, Nene.”
I don’t care. I’d rather them be swallowed than made.
But like the good girl she is, she latches back on.
Mas tugs her hips until she’s on all fours.
His face disappears into her ass. I watch her mouth on me while he works behind her.
Her moans vibrate through my cock as her fingers find that spot beneath my balls that makes me see stars.
It damn near makes me want to come. But I’m not a little bitch boy that jizzes easily. I can hold off, make this last longer.
“Fuck her already, Mas. I want to hear what she sounds like. I want to watch her eyes roll back in her head while she’s making mine roll back too.”
His face pops up from her ass, coated in her juices. Lucky bastard. The second this cast comes off this week, I’m doing the same damn thing to her.
“Can I, Sof?”
She is sucking, licking, and blowing me so damn good. Her curls get stuck to her face, and the line of precum extends from her mouth to the head of my cock when she pulls off, nodding at my brother. Giving him permission and shit.
I wouldn’t have asked, but I get it. He’s such a needy dude. The bed dips while he gets a condom from his drawer.
“Yeah, fuck her real good. Make her scream on my dick.”
My brother glares at me. Shakes his head and rolls it on.
Then he’s behind her again. Stroking up her back and having her moan when working out some sore spots.
He’s good like that. More obsessed with the whole experience than his dick.
I’m nothing like him. I want to get off, refuel, and go again. Over and over until my cock is raw.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Fuck Mas, of course she is. She wouldn’t be moaning all over my cock if she wasn’t. Such a pussy.”
My fingers hold her hair back, but she shakes them out to glare at me. Another look to say shut the fuck up. Then she slips off, looks over her shoulder again, and smiles. I’d have her face down, pulling her ass cheeks apart for me, but he doesn’t. It’s like watching in slow motion with him.
His hand stops rubbing her back. She hovers over my dick, waiting. Those fucking DSLs are glistening, the lower half tucked in just waiting for him to put his cock in her pussy.
“I’ll go slow and—”
“JUST FUCK HER ALREADY!” He ignores me, staring at his dick.
Her eyes flash to mine, ready to scold, when her entire face changes.
Her teeth sink deeper into her DSLs, and her hand tightens on the base of my cock.
Mas is in. Both moaning. My cock twitches watching her face fall into a soft smile.
The deeper he pushes, the more her mouth forms into a ring. Perfect for my cock to slip through.
“You’ve got to see her face. Get in deep. Like all the way down her pussy, brother.”
His fingers grip her hips tighter, forcing her flesh to pop out the sides. Makes me want to suck, lick, and bite them. He’s moving so slowly. Savoring her. I would too.
Nah, I’d fuck her so hard I’d have her screaming the alphabet backwards. Damn if her mouth doesn’t return to my cock, but so slow it’s killing me. Fucking torture.
“Faster, my angel. Suck my skin off.”
She matches his pace. I want to grab her head, thrust deep, but I already tried that and pissed them both off. I know she’s not just sucking me off. She’s enjoying my brother. Fuck if that doesn’t make this even hotter.
My eyes bounce between my brother’s face, stuck in amazement and stupid love. And hers, with my cock getting further and further in when I pump lightly, and her dark eyes sear into me.
Her nails dig into my thighs. My hand fists her hair.
“That’s it, yes, my angel. Hurt me so good. Get rough. Get crazy. Finger my ass.”
She does the first two but not the last one. Too soon?
“Shut the fuck up, Em,” Mas growls, getting sloppy in his fucking of her. He’s trying to hold off, trying to make this last. Well, good fucking luck. I’m trying everything not to blow at the sight of my angel getting fucked while she’s sucking me.
“Fuck you, Mas. You’re balls deep in her pussy with a full view of that sweet fat ass while I get a lousy sucking.”
She stops. Eyebrow pops up, and just when she is about to say something, Mas hits some spot that has her spewing something in Spanish. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Hit her again. Really give it to her.” She’s barely pumping my stiffy with her hand. Her mouth left a long time ago. “Don’t let up, bro. She fucking loves it.”
My hand locks over her, forcing the pumping to match my brother’s pace again. Her skin is glistening with sweat. Her hair is damp toward the scalp, but she stays locked between us. Receiving like a champ and barely giving.
Mas has gone absolutely mute. Bro isn’t saying anything, just camping out inside her pussy like a damn Boy Scout. I hate him for it. I want to do that. I’m next. I don’t know how I’ll fuck her with this damn cast, but she’s the nurse, she’ll figure it out.
His hand plants on the middle of her back, pushing her toward the bed. She screams. Her eyes have widened. Shocked and so intense, a line forms between her brows. She’s locked in. He is too. Both are synced up. I’m the odd man out like fucking always.
I pump us faster, wishing her DSLs were on me, but damn, she’s coming so hard, screaming so loud, she looks in pain. Her nails claw at my thighs. It hurts and sends a jolt to my balls.
“Come on my brother’s cock. Milk him with that fine ass pussy. Clench down on it.” Mas locks eyes with me, nodding. Wanting me to keep it up. “You fucking love it. You need his cock up that wet hole. Want us fucking you day and night, right?”
She doesn’t answer, but damn if she doesn’t lock in on my cock. My mind explodes with how hot and wet it is. How fast her hand moves beneath mine. How her claws leave my thigh to tickle my taint.
“Yes, lower. Stick them in. Fuck my ass while you’re getting fucked. Hell yeah.”
She doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already blowing my load. Like the sex champ she is, she latches on tighter. Drags it out of me.
“Look, Mas, she’s swallowing my babies. Fuck if that isn’t hot.”
My brother wrinkles his nose. Sissy.
But fuck if it doesn’t feel better than my fist. My jizz keeps shooting out.
Each wave is more powerful than the next.
My toes curl. My fist in her hair tugs. My stomach tightens, yanking on my healing road rash.
It doesn’t scream at me like it used to, but it’s not pleasant.
The pain, the pleasure. It’s fucking with my head.
Turning this into the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“Yeah, Sof. Drink it down. It’s all for you. All that’s because of your fat ass, thick thighs, and dick sucking lips.”
My twin keeps on fucking her. She keeps on sucking me.
My angel closes her eyes, concentrating on dragging every last swimmer out of my stiffy until he’s drained and flapping in her mouth.
It goes on for more minutes than I can count.
To the point she is sucking the skin off my dick until she pulls off.
Rubs the tip over her glossy lips. Her chin fucking soaked. Then she smiles, winks.
“You talk too dirty, Nene.”