Authors: Lee Moore
I don’t know if it was the dream, my sudden freedom, or the sly way the boys looked at me when I was eating breakfast, but I realized something. I was not the good girl, the perfect angel my parents wanted me to be. I wasn’t somebody who wanted to remain a prim and proper girl. Not only did I want sex, I wanted a lot of it, of all kinds, in every way imaginable. I realized I was a sexual creature who’d never experienced sex.
I had lain down on the pillow after getting naked, and looked down my body. My breasts were rising and falling to the rhythm of my breathing, and my nipples were already erect, perhaps awaiting another pinch like yesterday. I teased one, then the other, loving the feeling, imagining that the boys were taking each in their mouth, rolling their tongues over them, kissing them. The thought made me feel wet, just like when I was smashed between the two of them in the grocery store.
I could see my now partially shaved mound, and hoped the boys would appreciate the exclamation point that my pubic hair resembled after shaving yesterday. I’d never shaved down there, but yesterday I had shaved and sculpted in hopes of them licking, sucking, and poking their tongues… I tested with my finger, and almost immediately squeezed my ass cheeks together and squirmed with the pleasure.
I was somewhat breathless when I turned on the vibrator. I marveled that they sold this stuff at Wal-Mart, even if they called it a personal massager. I wondered if I’d need any of the KY I’d purchased, not knowing if it would be needed. It was my fantasy, so I decided to try a little bit of everything. I wouldn’t be Daddy’s little girl anymore, I promised myself.
I couldn’t help it, but I started between my breasts, loving the soft silky feel of it sending vibrations through my body. If it was possible, my nipples seemed to stiffen harder. I circled each nipple with it, decided to see if it felt as good below the belt as it did in the bra line. The tingle I’d been feeling, the lust, seemed to emanate from my pussy, and that’s what I decided to tease next.
I laid the vibrator along my gash, and the sensation it sent through my clit almost made me sit up in shock and pleasure. I already knew the dirty words folks used to describe sex, and had no problems using them in my mind, imagining it was the boys whispering dirty words to me as I laid it back down against my clit. I moaned with pleasure, feeling myself getting wet enough that a warm trickle dripped on my other hole.
I rubbed it back and forth along the surface until my back was arching, and my other hand was spasming, grabbing handfuls of the bedding as the orgasm started rocking my body. This was definitely not rubbing myself off in the shower, this was heaven. I pulled the vibrator back until I wasn’t shaking anymore. My God, that was intense, but I hardly noticed that I had a thin sheen of sweat on me. I wondered what it’d be like to have three of us in this bed, sweating, shaking from the orgasm.
I imagined that’s what it would feel like to have them lick me, minus the stubble that made them look half unkempt and adorable. I’d used my fingers on myself before, but looking at the vibrator I had to guess this was more what the real thing was, size-wise. I turned it on and slid it inside of me experimentally. I immediately pulled my knees up, rocking with the sensation, the vibrations touching something deep inside me. It wasn’t the same as the first time through[?], but I was almost screaming as my hand became a blur, pushing it in and out of my sex, and I had to pull a pillow over my face as I orgasmed again.
I pulled out the second toy and contemplated it. It was a chromed ball with a cord that went to the controller. The controller regulated the speed of the vibration, and could pulse it. It was a toy like this that my roommate had found, probably wondering what part of my anatomy I was using it on. Honestly, right now I wanted it everywhere, and I wondered if the boys would like to take me by my ass? Right now, my entire body tingled, and my muscles were limp. If they were here, I’d let them have anything.
I realized if I kept going, I very well might spend all afternoon and evening in here exploring and playing. I couldn’t do that, though, so I got dressed for the second time that day and went to check on the time. I was surprised to see it was much later than I thought, and the rest of the house was cooling. I decided to get the fire lit.
I went out to the porch to get some more wood, and saw the case of beer the boys had brought earlier. I grinned at the thought of having a good excuse for calling the
Carlson’s’ house, and decided to do that soon.
The fire took me a little longer to light than I wanted, and by the time I was closing the door the phone was ringing.
“Hello?”
“Caroline, how you feeling?”
“Fine, is this Derek?”
“Well, it’s both of us,” he said; obviously they were both on their house line, at least according to my caller ID.
“You feeling better?” Daniel asked
“Yeah, I had a nap after you guys left, and I’m fixing to figure out something to eat,”
“Ahh, want some company?” Oh boy, did I….
“Maybe, but I was just fixing to call you guys. You left that case of beer over here,”
“That’s part of the reason why we called,” Derek said sheepishly.
“Well, how about I come visit you guys?”
“You going to bring your bathing suit?” Daniel asked hopefully. “You don’t have to wear one if you don’t want to,” Derek added, “because you totally rock the nude look, girl,” and I blushed at the memory of the towel that came undone.
“How about yes to the bathing suit, and I’ll bring your beer. Deal?”
The faux wolf whistle made me grin, but I had to pull the phone away from my ear, the feedback from the speaker was so horrible.
“Want me to grab a pizza on the way?” I shouldn’t have asked, I should only have asked how many. After we were done talking I was laughing, and I put the beer in the car.
I was looking forward to this, even if it was only a fantasy, one that had been re-awakened by coming up here. I was halfway out of the driveway when I realized I didn’t have the bathing suit, so reluctantly I drove back and grabbed it, and my robe to wear over it. Their pool was heated, and the hot tub surely was, but at this time of year, southern Utah got cold at night. I wanted to keep the nip factor to a minimum around these two or I might lose myself to the fantasy.
I drove quickly into town and picked up some to-go pizzas from a local chain store, and headed over to the Carlson’s’ house. They were almost as far out in the countryside as we were, but where our house was a cabin, theirs was almost a mansion. Mr. Carlson retired from the military, and had purchased land in Texas. When oil was found, he sold the land and randomly picked a spot on the map to move to. He ended up pointing to a small town called Hurricane in Utah almost forty years ago. Trust me; I’d heard this story dozens of times.
The main house was huge, but I didn’t see his Ranger in the driveway or carport, just the boys’ Jeep by the guesthouse. I guess the guesthouse started out as a pool house, but for whatever reason, when Daniel and Derek came to live with the Carlson’s, they converted it into a two-bedroom apartment. I had fond memories of it, and wished I had acted on my teenage impulses more back then.
I got out of the car and tried to figure out how to get the pizza and big case of beer to the door when the boys appeared from the dark, dripping wet.
“I’ll take those,” Derek said grabbing the beer.
“Allow me,” Daniel said in a mock butler voice, bowed, and offered me his arm.
I laughed, it was just so… so… so them. We entered the apartment through the sliding glass doors that faced the pool. I realized that the dark shape near the door was the hot tub I’d heard about. I looked around and smiled when I saw that it didn’t have a line of sight to any of the windows that the Carlson’s would likely come by, and it was already dark out.
After I kicked my shoes off, the boys toweled off, and wrapped the towels around their waists. I tried to keep my mind on the conversation as we sat and ate. They convinced me that a couple of beers wouldn’t hurt, but I was slightly leery after the morning’s hangover. My mouth had gone dry watching them move about bare-chested, so I finally relented. I never liked the taste before, but it was surprisingly crisp and bitter-flavored, and went well with the pepperoni and garlic-crust pizza.
“And that’s why we’re going back to the Gulf…” Derek told me. Instead of listening raptly, for ten minutes all I heard was “blah blah blah rub lotion all over your body, blah blah blah” and grinned, the perverted part of my brain working in high gear.
“How long will you two be gone?” I asked them, realizing that these two would never be the types to hold still for long, never settle down.
“A couple of years at least. We’re setting up the rig on the Gulf of Mexico, and then we’re heading to the African coast to work in the Gulf of Aden, setting up some new pumping equipment for supertankers,” Daniel answered.
“And after that?” I asked them, knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.
“Buy a boat, travel the world,” they told me as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
“Isn’t that pretty expensive?” I tried to ask and sound innocent.
“Yes, but with what we’ve saved up the last five years, and another two to four years, we can probably retire. Where we’re working off the African coast pays triple our normal wages because it’s right in the middle of the Somali pirates’ waters.”
“Wow that sounds unbelievable. So you guys want to become boat bums and retire by thirty?” I said with a twinge in my heart.
“Yeah, pretty much. That’s why after our first job in the Gulf we’ve been trying to find a boat,” Daniel told me, and Derek was just nodding.
“But your uncle said you’re looking for a place of your own…?” I was slightly confused.
“Yeah, a boat. You know, a hole in the water you pour money into,” Derek told me with a grin.
Two slices of pizza and a beer and a half later I sat back trying to suppress the urge to burp. Definitely not ladylike, and I was trying to keep from openly gawking at Derek and Daniel’s muscled chests and arms. I took another quick sip of beer and rose, grabbing my bathing suit.
“Hot tub or pool?” Daniel asked me.
“What do you two want?” I asked them.
“Hot tub,” Derek said just as Daniel answered, “Pool.”
We all busted up laughing, and I left them arguing the points of each and slipped into their bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I was almost giddy with excitement, the alcohol making me feel bold, sexy. I pulled my suit and robe out of my bag and put on the bikini of my dreams. The bottoms were red, and silky. They accentuated my hips, but it was the top that I was in love with. It was also a red silky material, with a gold ring between the breasts. In the middle of it you could see much more of my cleavage than I’d ever shown off before.
The suit was something I’d bought on impulse months back, but never wore, and I felt as if it was going to be a sin even walking in front of the boys wearing it. I got everything in place, made minor adjustments, and looked at myself in their mirror. Soft black hair, hazel eyes, average waist size, but my hips flared out nicely. I tried a couple of poses, and practiced sucking in my stomach to push my boobs out some. A knock on the door interrupted my posing, so I stuffed my bra and panties into my jeans, and threw those and my shirt in the corner, grabbing my robe.
“Ahhhh, darn,” Derek said when he saw me covered in the robe, “we were hoping you’d drop a towel again.” What did drop was my heart, to the bottom of my stomach, and the hungry look the boys gave me stroked my raw lust into an almost-frenzy. I didn’t want to chicken out, not anymore, but I didn’t trust my voice so I grabbed a couple of beers off the table, shrugging off my robe as I went out the sliding doors and stopped at the hot tub.
I don’t know if I was being seductive or not, but I looked over my shoulder and motioned to the hot tub. “Aren’t you boys coming?” Their jaws were almost dragging the carpet, so I guess the bathing suit worked, and I wasn’t sucking in my stomach that much. They almost tripped over each other in their hurry to the tub. It had one of those fold-up, slide-off covers, and I was trying to figure out how to get it off when Daniel bent over, undoing the buckle that held that side of the top down, and I had a hard time not reaching out, running my fingernails down his lower back to his ass.
“You’ll want to go easy on those,” Derek told me, motioning to the beers. I just nodded and handed one off, and started drinking the other one, as I slid into the tub. The boys just watched for a moment and gave each other a look. I wished I could read their minds at times like these, because being so close together, they always could communicate with body language, a look. I never could figure that out, but they both broke out in a grin and stepped over the side into the tub.
The warmth of the water compared to the chill of the desert air was a nice shock. I could feel the warmth soaking into my body, relaxing every muscle as I sat and watched the boys as they watched me. With a few swallows more of beer, I put my legs back on the lounger built into the seat, putting a jet right in my back and stretched. I didn’t mean to, but a little moan escaped my lips, the pressure of the water hitting my back just right.
That’s when we started talking again. It wasn’t what I had secretly hoped for, but the nervousness left me, as they started asking me probing questions about the ten years since I’d last come up there. How was college, were the parties like they heard about, and why I hadn’t stayed in touch with them? I told them the truth, as horrible as it was.
“My parents thought if I kept coming up here, something would have happened between us.”
“Between who?” Daniel asked me
“Um… Both of you,” I said and then started to blush.
“Oh, why is that?” they both wondered.
“Well, they sort of found out about me taking my top off my bathing suit the last time I came up here…”
“They got pissed about that?”
I just nodded, and reached for another unopened beer one of the boys had brought out and set on the edge.
“My mother mostly, but my dad was horrified. That’s why I was left at home or with one of the church members when they came up.”
“Oh, well, at least we have you up here with us now,” Derek told me with a funny, predatory smile on his face, “and we’ve seen your tits at fifteen, and now at twenty-five,” Daniel finished.
“Oh, and what did you think?” I asked them boldly. As much as I wanted this, I was scared, nervous, and totally self-conscious.
“Uhh, I liked them...” Derek stuttered. I looked over to Daniel. “I’d like to see them again.”
Just like the girl ten years ago, I found the courage somewhere. I reached behind and undid the clasp of the top, and pulled it off. Wicked; at that moment I felt wicked and wild. Unlike the girl ten years ago, I planned on doing something about this little tease, if I could keep my courage up. Daniel actually licked his lips as my breasts fell free of the fabric.
Unlike earlier, when I had dropped the towel, this time it was deliberate, and they were mere inches away. I lay back down on the lounge chair, hiding my naked top under the bubbles frothing the surface of the water.
“Is this what you want?” I asked the boys, and they both nodded. “Well, I’m not going to be the only one getting naked here,” I told them, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
I tried to act nonchalant as they pulled their swim trunks off under the water (damnitt!) and threw them over the edge. I kept sipping on the beer; my mouth had gone dry again, and my hands were shaking as I started getting nervous.
“There. Now your turn,” Derek said, keeping just his shoulders and head above the water. I felt his hand brush against my stomach, looking for the edge of my bottoms and I sat up straight, letting the water run off my breasts. Daniel hesitated a moment, and I could feel Derek’s hands brush across an area I had recently shaved, in order to push the bottoms down.
I was already sensitive from earlier and even the momentary contact had me arching my back. I tried not to think of what my mother would say about what I was doing, focusing on the sensation of the bottoms being pulled slowly off me. I lifted my butt off the bottom so he could continue pulling them off, and that’s when Daniel sealed my lips with a kiss.
My heart soared. This kiss was ten years in the wanting, and I didn’t mind the stubble that poked at me as I tried to start venting my passion. Kissing wasn’t anything new to me, but no kiss had before elicited this kind of response… My chest felt tight, and my breathing started getting faster, almost panting. My legs were lifted as Derek finished pulling off my bottoms, and he started running his hands up the inside of my leg.
I moaned in Daniel’s mouth, while he still kissed me and almost jumped when both brothers decided to up the game. Derek was using his fingers to caress my sex, rubbing me from my clit all the way down to my ass and back up again. Daniel had taken a breast in his hand and was slowly rolling my nipple between his fingers. I realized I had closed my eyes, letting my mind focus on the sensations.
I almost died when the kiss ended.
“Caroline, are you sure?” Derek asked me. I just nodded, not trusting my voice, or giving myself a chance to chicken out, so I stood up, looking down at the brothers sitting by me.
“Who goes first?” Daniel asked, standing up, and I could feel his erection, hot and throbbing against the swells of my backside. “I should,; Derek said, standing, to press his cock against my lower stomach. I was all butterflies, and my knees started to buckle, but the brothers had me pinned tightly between them.
“How about both?” I whispered, and they were silent for a second as they locked gazes.
Derek sat at the edge of the lounger built into the hot tub. Daniel laid me half across a seat, and spread my legs. I gasped as he started rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy and I tried to reach back to hold onto something as he started to push it in. Strong arms caught me under an arm, and I turned to thank Derek and had a cock almost poking me in the nose. I tried to consider what I was about to do when Daniel pushed his cock all the way inside me, and my mouth dropped open in pain and pleasure all in one shot.
My head was grabbed, and before I could change expressions, Derek stuck his cock all the way in my throat. Being totally new at this I tried to remember what I was supposed to do, but Daniel was now pulling his waist back, getting ready to fill my core once again, and the sensation was nothing like using a vibrator. It was hard to focus on anything else for a moment, until Derek started to pull my head in the movements he wanted.