“Hollywood Hills: The Cure
This is the eleventh story in the “Hollywood Hills” series. Due to limitations with character spacing on Literotica, I wasn’t able to convey the full titles of my stories. Please click on my name and read the first eight in the series:
Hollywood Hills: The Hostile Hollywood Hottie
Hollywood Hills: The Japanese Are Brilliant
Hollywood Hills: The River Thames & My Ex James
Hollywood Hills: My Brother’s Keeper Part One
Hollywood Hills: My Brother’s Keeper Part Two
Hollywood Hills: My Brother’s Keeper Part Three
Hollywood Hills: The Referral
Hollywood Hills: Celebration
Hollywood Hills: My Ex & The Supermodel
Hollywood Hills: 101 Ways To Crash A Party
Note: This material is intended for adults, 18 years or older. This story is not to be read by prudes, the under aged, overly sensitive sudo politically correct people, or if porn or erotic literature is illegal in your state. The characters and stories are fictional. Everything is copyrighted and belongs to me, and so If I catch you even trying to take a little of it, you’ll be sorry.
The obvious: Say no to drugs.
The lesson: “Life is ironic. That’s all I’m saying.”-Gilvan Rubin”
“You know, Rosalinda can clean that up tomorrow, that’s when she’ll be back from her vacation.”
Nia ignored me and kept picking up used glasses from the party. I sat on the couch with my hands in my lap, twiddling my thumbs like a child in desperate need for approval.
“Nia?” I said sweetly, “Did you hear me?”
“Why should anyone have to clean up this mess first thing from vacation?” She asked as she put the glasses in a big basin she found under the sink.
“Fine I’ll help you.” I said getting up.
“Why don’t you put on some freaking clothes for god’s sake?”
My halter was barely covering me; my tight mini-skirt was still hiked up over my hips. Not long before, Nia had kicked everyone out saying that I had gotten really sick and it would be better if everyone would leave. She said this after James stormed out when Nia and he had found Roanelle, Carlotta and I entangled in sweaty hungry sex. Now Nia and I were the last ones left. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why she would stay, and to clean up at that.
I watched her clean up cigarette butts when I said, “Why wont you just talk to me? You haven’t said a word.”
“You want me to talk to you?” She said still not looking up as she plucked butts off of the carpet one by one. “These people are nasty. I thought you said no smoking in here?”
“I know you’re pissed. But don’t do this, don’t give me the silent treatment.”
“After you drugged me and raped me with my brother’s dick, nearly impregnating me, you didn’t care what I thought, so why now?
“Because…” I said nearing tears. I glimpsed myself in one of the mirrors saw dark circles under my eyes from runny mascara, and how it looked like my wavy hair had been run through with an egg beater.
“Because what?” She said, finally looking up at me.
“Because I thought *we’d* changed.” I said wiping my eyes.
“Now that you feel stupid you want to get all mushy.”
“I know I let you down–”
“You let yourself down. You say you don’t care about Carlotta, that she’s making your life miserable, and I’m like fine.” She said throwing her hands up, “I’ll try to help her get away from her. And then you say one of the reasons you don’t care about Carlotta is because she’s a lesbian, yet I find out you’ve had your tongue in Ro’s pussy since the day you met her.”
“That’s not true!” I said, even though it had slipped out about what Roanelle and I did in the restaurant bathroom on the day we first met face to face. “Besides didn’t I tell Carlotta right in front of your face that I want nothing to do with her?” Earlier that night upon discovery, Carlotta and I argued. She told me that I should be with her, trying to play me by saying, “You know you like pussy.” I’d said, “Well if I do, its not your pussy I like.”
“You don’t even know who YOU are do you?” Nia said pulling a strand of hair out of her face.
“Please…” I padded over to her barefoot. “Don’t do this to me Nia. I really didn’t want to let you down. What do I have to do to make you understand–”
“Understand what?” She snapped.
“I–I love you.”
She stared at me like I was crazy.
“I know I’ve done all types of shit to you, said all types of shit to you, tried to make you feel like shit but it wasn’t because I didn’t care, I just didn’t know how. I was always so jealous of you.”
She rolled her eyes up into her head, but I had to continue anyhow. It had felt like everything built up to this moment, a moment that would make or break me and reveal the truth, no more lies.
“Jealous of me?” She pointed to herself.
“You want me to go into all and the reasons why?”
“No.”
“Good. ‘Cause even though I admitted that I’m not ready to go any farther.”
“Well.” Nia said a little too loudly with her hands on her hips, “It’s wonderful to know that you know your limits.”
She started to walk away to the kitchen with the basin full of glasses and trays and dishes.
“We’re not gonna go back to square one are we?” I shouted to her as I followed her.
She put the basin down on the counter and turned to me sighing.
I touched her shoulder.
“You’re all I have.”
“Bullshit.”
“You’re the only one who really knows me.”
“You know when you’re sober tomorrow morning, you’re gonna absolutely *kick* yourself when you’ve realized what you’re saying.”
“I’m as sober as ill ever be. I’m just tired of lying and pretending.”
She began a slow clap. “You should’ve won that Oscar sweetheart. So *dramatic*. You’re absolutely fabulous dahling…”
“If you think I’m such a fucked up hypocrite then why are you still here? Why are you so angry about me being with Carlotta if you don’t care about me too?”
She stared at me quietly before she answered, “Well I guess I thought we had changed too.”
***
“She’s acting all weird though, maybe it’s the hormones.”
Jeffrey only nodded and then shrugged. But I knew that deep down inside whenever I’d mentioned Nia’s pregnancy that he probably felt intense relief that the baby wasn’t his.
I had just picked him up from the airport, and he said he had to stop into town on some business with some investors. I was driving one of my parents’ cars, the minivan that they rarely used, but bought with the premise that there’d be big family outings and crap like that once everyone was out of college and ready to come back to Wilton.
I figured that the reason she had been stomping around the house had something to do with the party a couple of nights ago, and I wanted to ask so badly if she’d seen Carlotta, but I didn’t want to blow my cover. I promised Carlotta a long time ago that I wouldn’t say anything about us. But all the secrecy was getting to me. And now that Jeff and I were getting close again, who better to tell than my brother?
There was something different about him. He looked…happy? I told him so.
“And you look like shit.”
It was true. I’d been walking around all pouty and depressed since that night Carlotta left me for the party. I’ve been trying to call her but she’s been ignoring me. Right now I don’t have the energy to go wherever she is and try to talk to her. I suppose she’s made up her mind. After she did make everything clear. She’s a lesbian, I’m not, and that don’t rock in her world.
“Who’s the girl?” We both asked at the same time. We laughed, yeah we were twinning again.
Jeffrey and I were both five foot ten with smooth golden brown complexions, deep set almond shaped brown eyes and strikingly angular faces. People always said if things didn’t work out with our careers that maybe we could turn to modeling. We both had athletic builds, his a little more softer around the middle since he mostly sat around the office all day at his company, testing and developing video games, and I was a professional cyclist. He was New York BoHo with his a curly natural fro and a scruffy goatee and I was smooth and clean-shaven, sporty-preppy. We were like different versions of each other.
“No really is there a girl?” He’d asked.
“Why, is there a girl for you?”
He smiled.
I was surprised, as good looking as people said Jeff was, he didn’t date much. He’s had about two steady girlfriends his entire life. He’s very introverted and into his work.
“Who?”
“You gotta promise to keep this a secret.”
“Damn. Another secret.”
“Its nothing compared to all the other shit we’ve kept from each other.” He was talking about all of us, including our four sisters. And mom and dad were always in the dark. They didn’t even know Nia was pregnant.
“No seriously man. You wanna know the real reason I came to LA or what?”
I hated secrets. It’s torn us four siblings apart during the past few months. It took a lot of truth, and a lot of pain for all of us to get this far, but I think we are all closer than we’ve ever been before.
But then again, I really wanted to know about this lady.
“What’s she like? Don’t tell me it’s a he.”
“Hey only one of us is bi remember?” I was surprised he was making a joke out of this fact when finding out made him so uncomfortable before.
“Anyway she’s Japanese. Really cute. Baby faced and really pretty. Really short, barely five foot two. Brown hair down to her shoulders, she’s small on top though, shaped like a pear, but real curvy you know, small waist, thick hips and calves. She’s just…”
I gave a slow long whistle of approval.
“Yeah and it’s like her fianc‚ is not really sexing her right. I thought I’d never see her again but…”
“Wait.” I said shaking my head in disbelief, “She has a fianc‚? Is that the secret? As messed up as that is man, its nothing to hide from the cops.”
“No that’s not it.”
“What is then?”
“She’s Mia’s shrink.”
My jaw dropped to the floor.
“I know man. If she ever found out she’d kill me. You know how she is. Very possessive.”
“Wow.” Is all I kept saying as he told me the story on the drive to Nia’s place. I was going to grab some stuff and then troop to my parent’s house to give Nia her space. She was being very touchy, and even though it hurt my feelings because I thought we were so close, I understood.
“So tell me about your girl.” He said as we pulled up, “From the look on your face it seems like she broke your heart.”
“You don’t know the half.”
And he didn’t.
***
A few minutes after we got into the loft, Nia was on her way out with a big soft fabric newspaper style briefcase over her shoulder. She looked flustered as she fumbled with her keys and her cell phone. She must’ve finally finished that manuscript, they’ve been hawking her for. She didn’t even notice Jeff and I staring at her.
“In a rush?” I asked and she looked up, back and forth from the both of us.
“There I am, seeing double again. No more morning martinis.”
“You’d better not be having any morning martinis mama.” Jeff smiled.
She walked over to him and gave him a hug.
I thought I was the one who was seeing things.
“I didn’t know you were coming into town.”
“Business.”
“You’re staying here with Gil?”
“Actually.” I said, “I was just gonna grab some stuff and we were gonna crash at mom and dad’s.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Well okay.”
“I mean I just wanted to give you your space you know?” I explained.
“After all this time?” She laughed. “You can go if you want but don’t leave because of me.” She grabbed my hand affectionately on her way to the door.
“I’m saying Gil, you’ve been out here so long you might as well live here. What about your place in Colorado?” Jeffrey said.
I thought about that quickly, gave him a fast answer without any real thought. “I’ll be back there soon.”
“Well if you do leave for mom and dad’s, momma’s gonna be ecstatic. Anyway I’m going to my publisher. I’ll be back in a few hours. We can all hang you know?” She blew a kiss as she left.
We both looked at each other. Was this the same Nia?
“I guess she’s not tired of you like you think she is.”
“She’s tired of something though.” I said. Something was wrong with her, I didn’t know what. “You want a beer?”
Jeff nodded and once I came back with our drinks someone the intercom buzzed.
“Who’s that?” Jeff looked at me warily.
I went to the intercom, “Who?”
“A young lady is here to see Nia.” The doorperson said.
“She’s not here though.”
“Hey maybe its Mia?” Jeff called from the couch.
“Wouldn’t she have said so?” I shook my head at Jeff.
“She won’t leave sir.” The scratchy feminine voice informed me. “What would you like me to do?”
Maybe it was Mia. Or better yet…nah. Yeah right.
“Let her come on up.”
When I opened the door I was surprised to find a tall brown skinned girl, with green-hazel eyes and a smirk on her face.
She had a jacket thrown over her shoulder and a beige lady fedora tilted to one side. She wore a beige halter style dress, which’s cleavage plunged down to her belly button. The waist had fabric draped across and covered her hips, barely covering her butt and long legs.
“Is Nia here?” She asked in an enchanting accent that I couldn’t place.
All I could do was shake my head no.
She managed to glide past me into the apartment.
“Well well.” She said. “It’s the Doublemint twins.”
“Umm Nia’s not here. She’ll be back in a few though.” Jeff said. I could see his eyes traveling over her body.
“Are you lying to me?” She frowned and began to shout Nia’s name walking around the loft.
“Hold on a minute!” I grabbed her wrist. “He meant it when he said she wasn’t here.”
“You look familiar…” I heard Jeffrey say. There was some crazy lady in the house and all he cared about was macking.
“She’s ignoring me. I’ve been calling her for days.” She pouted. “Please, may I have a seat?”
I motioned her over to the sofa. She sat down and delicately crossed her legs at the thigh, revealing a lot of leg. Jeffrey sat across from her, mesmerized.
“Maybe I’ll wait for her. It’s important.”
I sighed. I was tired of people coming over here and demanding to wait for my sister when she was gone. I looked at the strange sexy woman sitting on the couch, who seemed almost too aware of her own sensuality. Next time I’ll follow my instincts and not let people in.
“Are you a model?” Jeffrey asked. “I think I saw you on the cover of Field and Court magazine.”
“Yes I did the swimsuit edition recently. Roanelle Merzai.” She extended her hand to him and he took it gently.
“Wow, Nia knows all types of people. We’ve got a celebrity in our midst.” Jeffrey grinned.
And at first *I* felt like the idiot for not recognizing her. “This is James’ fianc‚ man.”
“Oh…” His face brightened as he made the mental connection. “Right, James!”
I know we were probably thinking: Did she know about the baby? Who knew? After all Nia didn’t even tell our parents. Is that why she was here? A confrontation?
“Look, Roanelle.” I said. “We can’t help you since Nia isn’t home. She really isn’t.”
She sighed. “Is there anything cold to drink?”
Jeff didn’t even ask what she wanted; he just sprang up and practically sprinted to the kitchen.
“She’s probably mad at me because of what happened at the party. Have you seen James around here? You can tell me the truth. He’s been dodging me ever since and I’m at my wit’s end trying to figure out whether to go back to the U.K. without him.”
“You’re looking for James here?” I asked as Jeffrey walked back in with her lemonade.
He handed her glass to her.
“Yes. And I was hoping to talk to Nia. She could talk some sense into him.”
Well if she wanted to talk to Nia about whatever happened at the party, why was she dressed like she was about to do a cover shoot for Penthouse? Wait a minute that’s unfair. I looked at the dress again. Perhaps an edgy spread for Marie Claire. With edgy meaning trashy, but sexy at the same time.
“What made James leave and not tell you where he is?” Jeffrey said, “I mean if you don’t mind me asking.”
She took a small sip of her lemonade and pulled off her hat. Her soft curly hair with blonde highlights was pulled back at the nape of her neck. She wore eye makeup that complemented yet contrasted against her mocha skin, and a deep crimson red lipstick that seemed to reflect light. She took a deep breath and told us what went on at the party.
I was becoming excited as she told us every little detail, well only the parts about Carlotta, I could deal without hearing about Mia.
“He has issues with me being with other people, but he did after all cheat on me with your sister when she was in London.”
I shot a look at my brother. We were probably both wondering the reason why she didn’t mention the baby. Maybe she didn’t know. I hope we were on the same wavelength because I didn’t want to blow up anyone’s spot, it wasn’t our responsibility or place.
“But she’s the only one he’s been ‘unfaithful’ with. Which makes me wonder you know? If he has feelings for her.”
“Well maybe it’s not my place but perhaps if you stopped cheating on him then maybe he’d give all his attention to you.” I said. Jeffrey shot a look at me, probably thinking I was being rude.
“He does. He’s a good man. I don’t want to lose him. I think he’s the only person ever who really loves me.”
What is it about this place that makes perfect strangers want to pour their guts out?
“But I love sex. He’s not on my level with that. He wants me to *talk* about things and issues instead of, lets see, what did he say, ‘using my body to express myself’.”
I nodded. It sounded like good advice to me.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a tiny baggy full of brownish powder. It looked like a cross between curry and chocolate. She tapped a really small portion into her lemonade and swirled it around until it dissolved clear.
She tilted the glass up and began to slowly drain it. It was nearly half gone when she came up for air. She smacked her lips with satisfaction and gave a tiny, “Aaah.”
“What’s that?” Jeffrey asked.
“Oh…you haven’t seen this boys?” She smiled, her mood instantly changing. “It’s The Cure. You don’t have it in the states yet?”
We shook our heads.
“Its for relaxation.”
“Is that all its for?”
“Well it just makes you feel good all over is what it does. Your sense of awareness is heightened. Your skin is more sensitive to the touch…blood flows freely and fast throughout the entire body. Would you care for some?”
“I’m an athlete, I’m not into drugs.” I say.
“Does this just happen to…increase libido?” Jeffrey asked.
She only smiled at him.
“That’s the last thing you need to be drinking.” I said, realizing that I didn’t like this girl very much. She symbolized Nia’s rival, and Jeffrey, the number one fan of our oldest sister didn’t even realize this. He was trying to flirt. He looked intrigued. I suppose this was healthy compared to the alternative…which was our sister.
“Don’t you like being horny?” She asked. “Doesn’t it make you feel uninhibited, powerful, excited?” She smiled and finished the rest of her drink.
“What do you intend to do with this dose you just took?” I asked, not even sure if she was for real, or if these freak feelings weren’t all in her crazy little head.
“Well I’ve never been with twins before.” She purred slowly, pausing on every word. Seemed like the drug had other effects also.
“A threesome?” I asked stunned.
My brother and I looked at each other. I was trying to read his expression when I heard him say to her, “You sure you want to do this?”
“The only way I’m doing anything at all if it’s with the two of you together. Its not everyday you meet gorgeous twins.”
“Well I’ll pass.” I said. Another weird sexual situation involving a family member’s participation? You damned right I’ll pass.
“Excuse us for a minute Roanelle.” Jeffrey came over to me and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt. He led me to the kitchen. When the door swung close he asked if I was crazy.
“Wouldn’t it be weird?”
“Dude, don’t tell me you fantasize about doing stuff to me and that’s why its making you nervous, ’cause if that’s the case, then you can forget it for real and I am out of–.”
“Hell no!” Actually I’ve never thought of Jeffrey like that. Good for me. “I know *you’re* not the one talking about fantasizing about siblings?”
“A threesome with two guys and a girl ain’t the same as two girls and a guy Gil.”
“Yeah rationalize Mr. Genius.”
“I’m serious! Its like, running a train or something.”
I’ve never done that before and was wondering just how much experience my brother had when I said, “Well lets call it that then…a train.”
“Technically I think you need another guy to do that.”
We heard a voice yell from the living room, “Boys bring in some lemonade and ill fix you the best cocktail in the world…”
We opted instead for another couple of beers and sat down.
“Everything okay?” She asked.
We nodded. She took her little baggy of brown powder and lightly tapped a little in to the mouths of our beer bottles.
“I don’t think this is gonna work.” I said swirling it around.
“I don’t even think I need this.” My brother said taking a swig and smiling at her. He was becoming one horny little bastard lately.
She sauntered over to him and sat on his lap while he drank and played with his hair. “Take your time darling. But not too long.”
I sipped mines nervously. I didn’t detect any type of taste or any new and unusual feelings. That’s when I looked up and saw Roanelle’s legs were straddling my brother’s crotch, as her back faced me, and it looked like she was giving him a lap dance. They were kissing and he was clawing her body and reaching for her ass through the thin drapey material she wore.
Watching them I suddenly felt different. I felt light headed and like I was floating, my face flushed and I got warm all over. My skin began to tingle, including my nipples and crotch. I absentmindedly ran my hand over my almost smooth head (because of the low-cut I’d just gotten yesterday), and found that even that felt good, almost pleasurable.
My brother had his hands around her waist and she grinded into his crotch, as they made obscene kissing noises, seeming to get off basically off of that alone. I felt myself getting hard as I saw the material of her dress hiked up over her hips. She wore a black g-string and this contrasted with her high thin heels up in the air and off of the floor. Suddenly I saw her throw her head back and moan in pleasure. I realized that my brother had slipped one of her smallish perky tits out of her dress and began to lick and suck on it.
As horny as I was becoming, I was still nervous about this whole thing. I wanted no parts of it. It almost felt like I’d be cheating on Carlotta and betraying Nia if I did, I don’t know why. All I know is that Jeffrey didn’t feel bad about fucking this girl even though he had someone new in his life. Then again she was cheating on her fianc‚ too, and she and Jeff probably weren’t exclusive at all.
She stood up and slipped her dress off with ease, letting it fall to the floor. She wore nothing but that black g-string I saw and heels.
“So what about you sexy?” She turned to me. “You feel anything yet?”
“I KNOW I feel something.” Jeffrey laughed as he pulled out his dick and began stroking it up and down, not giving a damn if we saw.
“Easy Jeffrey.” I said in a serious tone.
“You mean to tell me you not turned on? That shit is really crazy and she put about this much in.” He signified the amount with a small space between his index finger and thumb.
“It will last for awhile, and even in a small dose you’ll begin to feel…how do you say, ‘uncomfortable’ if you don’t do something about your growing ‘lust’.”
I thought about this, and thought about the fact that in spite of a half hearted erection and what felt like menopausal heat flashes, that I didn’t feel any need to do anything. Perhaps my conscience was getting in the way.
My brother Jeff stood up and wrapped his arms around the damn near naked model. He began to kiss the back of her neck and nip at her ear. I could see her nipples harden as he reached around and pinched them.
“Really this thing is just making me feel sick.” I didn’t know why I took it anyway, maybe it was just to see what the hype was about.
I saw my brother slip his hands down the front of Roanelle’s g-string. Despite its dark color, I could see a deep wet moistening in her crotch as his hands moved lewdly beneath the fabric. She hissed and bit her bottom lip as she grinded her ass into his ever-hardening dick.
“Fuck it.” I heard her say, “You and I could fuck. I need it so bad, threesome or not.”
“Go somewhere else then, not in this living room.” I said. Enough illicit sex had been experienced by the leather couch.
Gilvan led her to my room and she went without protesting.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and then went to the kitchen to get some water to hopefully flush this crap out of my system. The sex couldn’t last too long, then she could leave and I could try to make some sense out of what just happened.
I thought of the crisp mountain air of Colorado and my little house in the rural suburbs, on a quaint cul de sac with trees and a daily evening golden sunset framing my colonial. I thought about the cabin I shared with my buddy in the woods, and cycling along the river and just how simple that life was. Ever since I came here, situations like the recent one has presented itself more than once. Back there I had girlfriends, but I wasn’t really in love, I was in control, and completely straight. But shit was crazy here in L.A. , too crazy to even imagine back in my simpler more uneventful life. But if the life I’d left was so easy, how come I couldn’t go back to it?
Well maybe I knew why. It was because of a girl. It was because of a girl so aggressive and demanding that when she turned the least bit soft it was both a surprising and beautiful turn on. A girl, who hid behind a tough veneer and didn’t really know what love was about. She obsessed about a movie star to attain some sort of unattainable ideal of beauty and femininity. She played females and pimped them every which way. And yeah she loves women, but at the same time there’s something missing from her life. And though I don’t have a vagina, maybe I can fill what’s missing by doing whatever it takes.
The thought was so innocent and sweet, yet it made me rock hard, the concoction I’d consumed not making matters any better. I was thinking, “I want to save her.” No, not from what you’re thinking. I don’t want a nice straight life with two kids and a dog, and for her to wear frilly dresses and lingerie, but I just want her to know what is like to be loved, really loved.
Mia was using her, abusing her, and then blaming her for what she felt herself. After all she slept with Roanelle also. Who was she kidding? Maybe she and I could go to a bar together, that would be fun. We could pick up one-night stands at a “discreet” little place. I’d get my fag on and she’d get her dyke on. She’d probably have a heart attack if she heard me say this, but then again, she cant really say she’s not the type to do that.
I drank the water, and it ran coolly over my tongue and down my throat, suddenly making me think of the time Carlotta let me eat her out. The fluffy folds of her clit, the sweet thick taste of her juice. Umm. My cock was hardening at the thought of how I came just from the thrill of being there.
Suddenly, I felt as what Roanelle would say, “uncomfortable”. I was thinking about what they could be doing in my room, and then I couldn’t wait any longer to go and see for myself.
***
When I walked in, they were laying on my bed. She was on her back with her legs spread and he was lying on his side next to her. He sucked on her cute little hard nipples as he fingered her extra wet and squishy pussy. She caressed and jerked his dick and moaned. They were still on foreplay and enjoying themselves more than ever. This stuff really did work.
She opened her eyes and saw me. “Well, what do we have here? You have perfect timing.”
“Do I?”
“Yes baby. So what do you want to do?” I saw her juicy wet pussy and decided I would show her. I kneeled at the foot of the bed where the bottom part of her body was splayed and spread her legs, throwing each one over my shoulders.
“Oooh…more aggressive than I thought.”
Meanwhile my brother stood over her head with his hard dick hanging just inches from her lips.
I gave a tentative lick down her labia, wriggling my tongue between her nether lips. I felt her leg muscles tighten on my shoulders and heard her moan. I stuck a finger deep inside of her, feeling a warm and thick coating of her arousal, I pulled it out and tasted her.
“Hmm not bad.” I said. She smiled and looked up at my brother. She pointed the tip of her tongue towards his dick and began to teasingly swirl her tongue around the mushroom tip.
I heard him grunt as she teased him, caressing his balls and licking up and down his shaft with a gentle touch of just the tip of her tongue.
I spread apart her lips and stuck my tongue deep into her warm sticky core, my nose nuzzling against her hard clit.
“Ooooh,” She moaned as I did this.
I came up for air and quickly flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue, then I swirled my tongue around it until I felt her rhythmically grind against my tongue, then I pulled away.
“Why’d you stop?” She looked up at me. I could see my brother massaging and mauling her perky little tits, pinching the nipples.
“I’m teasing you the way you’re teasing my brother.” I said, not believing that I was actually throwing myself into this train wreck wholeheartedly. “Now let him stick his dick in your mouth.”
He thrust his hips forward and she opened her mouth wide, letting him slowly slip the first few inches of his dick into her mouth. She reached up to fondle his balls as she did this.
“Now suck that shit.” I said feeling myself get hornier at the sight. She closed her eyes and made obscene slurping noises as she grabbed his shaft and pumped it in and out of her mouth. She made her cheeks tight pulling them together until they were concave as she put extra suction in her sucking. To reward her for her cooperation, I slipped a finger into her pussy and thumbed her clit at the same time. While I went to work fucking her pussy with my fingers, she slurped hungrily at Jeffrey’s dick, moaning as he reached for her tits tweaking them and rubbing them in his hands.
I bent down to her shaved pussy while she sucked on my brothers dick, spread her lips apart and began to tongue fuck her core. I thought about Carlotta’s pussy while I did this, and hers was almost just as good, responsive and pretty to look at with its delicate folds. Her juices ran into my mouth as her muffled moans and groans filled the air. I could hear Jeffrey grunting and egging her on as she grinded her hips into my face. Suddenly I began to lick her clit slowly while finger fucking her, thrusting my fingers deeper and deeper into her wetness. She was so lubricated I thought that if I slipped too much on the thrusting that maybe my whole hand could somehow slide up there.
This thought even got my harder as I flicked my tongue against her clit while I looked up to see her damn near sucking the skin of my brother’s dick. His eyes rolled up into his head and I didn’t know how long he could last.
I could feel her legs tighten around my shoulders and her body shuddering as I assaulted her clit and viciously fingered her pussy, thrusting my fingers in deeper and harder. I heard her squeal in ecstasy as she shivered and humped my face, copious juices running out of her core.
“Aahh,” I heard my brother scream. I thought that he had cum, but when I looked up I saw him pull his dick away from her mouth. She didn’t notice as she came down from her orgasmic high.
“I almost came. I didn’t want to, not yet.” He said. “Damn bro, you sure know what you’re doing don’t you?”
Her eyelids were fluttering when she said, “Hmm quite gifted isn’t he?”
“Well you’ve gotta try her skills.” My brother said beckoning me over to him.
I walked over to her face and she looked up at me upside down, smiling. “Which one of you is gonna cum on my face first?” She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
“You first.” Jeffrey said. How polite. I put the tip of my dick on her tongue and she swirled her tongue around it. She reached up to grab Jeff’s dick at the same time she did this. Finally she grabbed my dick and eased it slowly into mouth, her lips stretching over my shaft to accommodate my girth. She closed her eyes as I slid myself deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel the insides of her cheeks close in on my cock as I did this. I was so hard and so horny that this felt like absolute heaven. I thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking it , my cock banging against the back of her throat, wanting to go further but not being able to. She didn’t seem to mind as I fucked her face though. She moaned and sucked, letting drool slip out the corners of her mouth back onto her cheeks.
“Damn that looks good.” Jeffrey said. “Let me get some.”
She pulled my dick out of her mouth and tasted Jeffrey. He hissed and bit his bottom lip as she licked up and down his shaft, letting her tongue flutter on his tip. She then plunged his cock deep into her mouth and he thrust up and down, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth as she moaned between thrusts, “You like me sucking this cock don’t you baby? Umm…you like it don’t you?” He nodded.
Soon Jeff and I were hovering over her, our dicks in her face. She had each of her soft little hands wrapped around each of our cocks, taking turns sucking and licking us. A couple of times we tried to see if we could both get our dick in her mouth at the same time. The whole situation degenerated down to her holding the tips of our dick close together, and licking across both of them in one fell swoop, back and forth, occasionally taking one in her mouth to suck on. She was definitely good at this, and she was definitely a sex-starved freak. I don’t know how long James thought he could keep a good hold on her until she started fucking everything in sight.
“Shit I’m about to burst.” I heard Jeffrey said.
“Cum all over my tongue then baby.” She beckoned.
He slipped his dick in her mouth one last time as she pumped it fast in and out and up and down. When she heard him grunting she pulled it out and stuck out her tongue. Jeff blew a big spurt of thick white jizz all over her tongue. She smacked her lips together and licked them, savoring every little bit, but Jeff wasn’t done yet. He kept cumming, pumping it out of his dick and onto her cheeks and chin. She licked around her mouth trying to lick up every little drop. I was stunned.
Jeff grunted as the last bit dripped from his dick. He took a deep breath, “Damn girl you are a freak for real.”
She got up off of the bed and changed her position so that her ass faced us, and her pussy lips were spread wide open.
She looked over her shoulder as she rubbed her clit. I knew what time it was. I came up behind her, grabbed her ass and began to caress her ultra smooth skin, surprised at how soft she was, or was it really the “Cure” that exaggerated every little touch and caress?
She seemed surprised at the way I took my time, almost savoring the moment. I leaned over her and kneaded her shoulders, dragged my fingertips down her back and cupped her hips, then I moved into her and rubbed my bare dick against her pussy lips. She moaned, “That feels so good.”
I reached beneath her and cupped her tits. She hissed like a kitten in heat, she responded to my touch, almost purring. I didn’t know that she liked it any other way than rough. I could see my brother from the corner of my eye, sitting in a chair, slowly getting hard again as he stroked himself. I was vaguely aware that Jeff and I were still dressed, more like from the waist up that is. I pulled off my t-shirt, feeling warm and sweaty. Now I was as naked as she was.
I reared back to get a good look at her pussy. She was very thin and didn’t have much of an ass, this left her pussy totally exposed from the back when she bent over. She was thin so I could probably fuck her with her legs closed. I imagined just forcing my hard dick into her. She was so wet it would probably slide in easily. Her high heels were still on, I noticed this as I dragged my fingers down the back of her thighs, over her calves and to down further to her ankles.
“Stand up.” I said, forgetting how in the beginning I was against this little tryst, but now I wanted to drag this out for all it was worth.
She got up off of the bed and faced me, looking at me coyly and biting her bottom lip.
“Hey, Jeff?” I said as he squeezed his cock in his hands.
“What?” He almost snapped, a little annoyed that I had stopped the show.
“We’re fucking James girl. The dude who dumped our sister and broke her heart. We’re having her anyway we want to. Isn’t that some crazy shit?”
He smiled. I could believe the situation we were in. It only made me feel hotter.
“You make it sound bad.” She purred in her sexy accent, pouting with the corner of her mouth pointing downward.
“You know you like it…” I grabbed her face and began doing something I swore I wouldn’t do once this began. I kissed her. And she seemed hungry for me as our lips and tongues smashed against each other. She moaned and groaned and pressed her mouth into mines like her life depended on it. I broke away and moved down to her neck, sliding my hands over her tits, cupping them and tweaking them with my finger as I sucked on her skin. I felt her grab my dick and begin to stroke it.
“You are the sensitive one, yes?”
“Sensitive?” I said, putting my hands on her waist and turning her around sharply. “I’ll show you sensitive, Jeffrey, get over here…she’s gonna suck you till you get so hard you’ll wanna break.”
Jeffrey did as he was told, shooting me a look of stunned approval, like finally I was playing along and taking advantage of this great opportunity like the good boy that I was.
I pulled her hair out of that tasteful little chignon she had, and weaved my fingers into her soft curls. I grabbed a fist full and she yelped, then I pushed her head towards my brother’s cock. She bent over while standing up, I told her she couldn’t bend her knees. For a tall girl in suicide hills she did fine, using her hands on the bed to help her keep balance.
Her mouth slid over my brother’s dick, and she began a slow slurping and moaning.
“I can never get tired of this shit.” Jeffrey said.
Meanwhile I’d taken my dick and guided it toward her dripping hole. Once it was flush with her pussy, I surprised her and myself by forcing myself in without ease, plunging myself into her hot steamy pussy. Oh god, how long had it been since I fucked pussy? She yelped and pushed forward on my brother’s dick.
“Aahh, baby. The teeth, watch the teeth.” He said as he grabbed a fist full of her head, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, guiding her.
I pulled back out again, and suddenly thrust in again like I did before. She squealed and I saw her lift her head up, and tease my brother’s tip with her tongue.
“Yeah that’s good, real fucking good.” He said.
I slid out of her again, this time when I re-entered her, I did it slowly, inch by inch, fully enjoying her, prolonging the pleasure. Is this what The Cure could do? Could it make me feel so…alive? I don’t feel heartbroken when I think of Carlotta right now, I only feel horny, I only feel pleasure…every little thing feels good, and nothing has to feel bad.
Once my tip was in, I put both my hands on her hips and began to stroke in and out of her pussy. I made deep long strokes, hitting bottom and then pulling back out slowly, dragging my cock against the friction of her wet walls. She moaned as she slurped on my brother’s dick.
“C’mon Gil, don’t hog the pussy. I wanna fuck too before I bust again. As good as this ‘Cure’ shit is, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it another time.”
I noticed the clock on my nightstand, we’d been at it for awhile now. Who knew when Nia would be back? I didn’t want her to catch us like she caught Mia and the other girls at the party.
I took a deep breath and began to bang into her pussy on every thrust.
“Oh!” She yelled letting up on his dick. That must’ve really taken her by surprise.
I grabbed her hips and went hard at her again, each thrust picking up in speed. Soon my balls were slapping against her pussy, and our skin smacked together rhythmically as I banged her back out. It was getting so intense that she stopped sucking Jeffrey’s dick, she lifted her head, and I could see the fuck faces she made as I kept going at that spot inside of her that made her grab the covers. Her knuckles drained of color as she balled the covers in her fists.
This is it, she was going to come again. I knew what would drive her over the edge, but I didn’t want to miss my turn trying the maneuver. “You wanna get in on this Jeffrey?” I pulled out of her. He smiled and got up off of the bed.
“Why’d you stop?” She whined.
“Shut up and get on the bed doggy style, get all the way up there, spread those thighs.” She did as she was told, and before Jeff could bum rush, I stopped him. “Wait a minute Jeffrey.”
I got on the bed, lifted one of her thighs and positioned myself under her until she was squatting over my face.
“Now.” I said.
Jeffrey wasted no time getting behind her and sliding right in. Right away he started to ply her juicy pussy, banging in and out. He was grabbing her shoulders and thrusting into her so hard the bed was shaking and her moans quavered as if her vocal chords were vibrating. I waited for the right moment. I knew that once I made her cum this way I’d be ready to shoot my load all over that soft mocha colored ass.
“You like this you slut don’t you?” Jeffrey hissed at her as he grabbed her hair.
“Unnnh huh…” Is all she said.
“You’re a nasty little slut right?”
“Ooooh…yes…yes fuck me, fuck that pussy…”
She was ready. I lifted myself up on one forearm, moved her lips away from her clit, and flicked my tongue up to brush against it. I felt her shiver over me. That’s when I pursed my lips and started to suck on her clit like a little dick, savoring the taste by making juicy smacking sounds with my lips.
She began to pant and moan and the bed shook harder, as Jeffrey was motivated to fuck her harder.
“OH MY GOD!” She screamed, as I began to rapidly flick my tongue over the tip of her clit. Her body stiffened and she screamed bloody murder as her body was wracked with wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm. Neither Jeffrey nor I would let up on the assault until she nearly collapsed on the bed. I reached up and held her shoulders to help her keep her balance as Jeffrey finished.
“Ohhh shit…” Jeffrey said, grunting as he came inside of her. His eyes rolled up to his head and he gave a few more thrusts as he pulled out and rolled over on the bed panting the same way she did.
“I’m not gonna be the only one who didn’t cum at least once.” I said getting up off of the bed.
By now Roanelle had rolled over on her back, eyelashes fluttering open and close as if she were about to pass out. I spread her legs and got on top of her. Sliding inside of her I grunted and bit my bottom lip trying not to cum. I was good and ready by now. She gave a small moan as I did this. Then slowly in and out I fucked her near lifeless and exhausted body, bracing myself against the bed, pushing into her and pulling out of her sticky cunt. Finally I could feel myself about to cum, I pulled out and squirted thick white streams of cum on her navel, pumping it out as I groaned and grunted out my orgasm.
Afterwards I collapsed on the bed too. We must’ve been there for at least fifteen minutes recovering.
***
When she’d gotten dressed and got herself together, she told us, “Just tell Nia to call me if she sees James. As a matter of fact, tell her to call me whether she sees him or not.” She pressed a business card into the palm of my hand, gave my brother and I soft kisses on the cheek, and then took her leave.
After she left my brother told me that he was ready to go to my parents’ house, and he began to grab his stuff and take it back out to the car.
I sat down for a moment, closing my eyes. Yeah I needed a really good nap. I was tired, in a good way. For once I was the aggressor, not worrying about love or feelings. Maybe I could forget her after all.
I shook myself out of my reverie and started to go pack a quick bag before Jeffrey came back to complain that I was taking too long. That was the very moment the doorbell had rung.
The buzzer didn’t go off, so the lady at the front door must’ve let Jeffrey back up without a problem.
I rolled my eyes and swung open the door, “Just let me pack real quick and I’ll be…” My voice trailed off as soon as I realized who was on the doorstep.
“I caught you before you left. I always had good timing.” Carlotta said as she half smiled at me. Her hair wasn’t pulled back like usual, it fell in her face, and she had dark circles under her eyes as if she wasn’t getting enough sleep.
I stood there, speechless.
“Well you gonna let me in or not?”
Life is ironic. That’s all I’m saying.
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