"So this is the infamous Piper Cherry."
Brock Dundee looked down at his dick to bear witness to the blond bombshell's hands gripping it, one hand on his, the other on his Big Brother's. Anchored in she smiled up at Brock with a teasing gaze. "Word of mouth?"
"What was that you were saying about an appetizer Rog?"
"She's not going to stop until we make her Brother of mine." Rog smirked, "I'm not telling that hot ass no under any circumstances."
"I've got him pussy whipped already." Piper grinned and knelt down between them. "I just want a nice quick family get together is all, then we can do lunch." From there she playfully explored Brock's facial hair, "If you two shaved you could almost be twins."
"Oh, no! I like my goat." Brock chuckled then winced at Roger, "Family get together? You two getting hitched? Asking me out here to cater? You do know I'm an ordained Minister."
"No wedding bells!" Rog laughed, "But, I'm pretty sure she can cater to our needs without your help."
"Any life in these still?"
Piper explored their crowns then flicked her tongue over Brock's urethra sending his legs weak at the knee. Roger catching his brother laughing mentioned anchoring one another. From Brock to Roger she teased with lizard like precision coaxing both cocks back to full nobility. "There we go. Just what momma ordered." Again she grit her teeth considering the houseboat was named after their mother Matilda. No apologies spoken she simply stroked them both lovingly. "Bring 'em in boys."
Shrugging they shifted closer not really understanding why. Each shuffle toward one another was not enough as she lured them tighter in formation. Once their peckers touched and they saw her evil grin they figured out her game. No way was she fitting both big boys in that beautiful set of pouty lips. Right?
Rule number one Brothers Dundee...never underestimate Piper Cherry. It took effort mind you, but Piper managed to take in both of their massive heads and sucked on them as much as she could. Roger whistling down at her barnstorming greed shot a memorable glare at his bro.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Indeed!
Both men reached down and grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her as deeply as her throat allowed without hurting her. Eyes tearing up under pressure she let them get away with her full meal steal. For the first time in their 34 and 35 years of living, both Dundee's nutted at the same time, their jizz mixing a fabulous cocktail down her throat. The more they stiffened up to shoot the deeper she fought to take them in. Their grips waning she asserted her own efforts. Feeling the corners of her mouth stretched to their limits and on fire she had to pull back or scream in agony. Dragging off of both bulbous crowns their cum and her saliva frothed from her lips and poured down her chin. A final gasp, she swallowed every drop within her mouth then kissed their six shooters ending her gunfight with blowing away the smoke from both barrels.
"Now that's how the West was won." She giggled. "I need a shower. I feel like I've been sleeping in a riverbed."
"Outdoor shower over in that back corner just pull the cord." Roger helped her up.
"You two go clean up together." Brock advised, "I'm the least dirty I figure, so I'll wash my hands and serve you guys lunch like we planned. I brought steak and lobster tail. Sautéed potatoes and broccoli. I could go all Top Chef and tell you every spice and garnishment but I'll spare you the finesse."
"That sounds incredible." Piper panted, "I'm famished."
"Not enough cum in your belly to hold you over until morning?" Roger chuckled tossing his ballcap off and leading her by hand toward the back door to reach the shower.
"Never enough! You need to feed me more at Horny-Dexter, too."
"I'll work on that."
"Have fun kiddies! I even brought candles."
"Awww! Romantic threesome! Can't wait!" Neither could Brock, looking back at her perfect body he sighed with a dramatic tick. His brother always did land the hottest bitches, unlike Brock. His ex-wife Annie was no where near Piper quality. Bigger bottom and smaller boobs, still nice back in the hay. Day even! Now that girl Becky? Even she was right on the money for Brock's palate. Short, sweet, petite, and adorable. Of course, he did have his eye on a certain someone. Pretty darned iffy though reaching that goal.
"So what made you jump ship on me?" Roger hit the cord igniting a clean water reserve on the boat. Cleaning one another was relaxing and equally as pleasurable as sex, tenderness went a long way for both lovers.
"Stirring up trouble is all. My plan worked perfectly. I saw how those girls looked at you Roger, they were looking for an excuse to dump their guys."
"Reverse psychology Counsellor! I observed some pretty hungry guys eyeballing you too."
"There was no way any of them could get mad at one another over us. The men got what they wanted, the women got their desires met too. I presume you two strapping gentlemen fulfilled their needs?"
"Oh yeah! No problem there. Matter of fact you'll notice when we go inside the ladies wrote their cell numbers in rubbed pussy juice on the window."
"You calling them?"
"Me? Naaa! I'm not gonna start a riot. I'm pretty certain their boyfriends will be less forgiving when you're not there to keep them in check."
"True! If I have nothing going on I'd be your wing girl."
"Can't expect to utilize you at my expense Piper."
"Sure you can." She kissed him then swiped some shampoo from a dangling rack. "Pick the catfish out of my whiskers Cap'n." Applying the shampoo she let him knead at her scalp and cleanse away the Cumberland. Ten minutes of pampering her Rog shut the water off and just held her from behind. She basked in his adoration as she reached around her right profile to palm his cheek.
"This is nice."
"Yes...it is." Piper found her heart opening up slightly. It had been ages since she was just...held. Short lived!
"Dry your asses off and get in here I'm not reheating this shit again." Brock interrupted.
"Raincheck?" Roger invited Piper, "Down time cuddle?"
"Absolutely!"
She kissed him warmly then let him decide to take the lead in going to lunch. Entering the living quarters they discovered that Brock had even brought them a towel from the real bathroom. Drying off Brock insisted on escorting Piper to her chair at the dinette. Seating her the chef set out unveiling his feast by lifting silver plating covers to a stunning meal beneath. Inhaling his work Piper smiled. "Lobster! I feel so special."
"Speaking of lobster...babe you are baked." Her tan had gone darker than earlier. She did warn Roger that fast tans were her jam.
"Golden child!" Brock chuckled and went so far as whipping a cloth napkin out like a sheet and laying it over her lap. "Just so you don't get crumbs in your pubes."
"If I do I'm sure you wouldn't mind cleaning them off with your tongue."
"I do lap cleanup." He winked then felt the need to emphasize his sexual criteria, "Only hot girls though. On that note I'm going to grab my clothes and find my cellphone to jot down the numbers of our new window washers. Bon Appetite!" Excusing himself Brock left them to dine.
"Brock is gorgeous." She beguiled Roger. "Why are you two single?"
"Well, like I said..." He poured her some more champagne from a fresh bottle resting in an ice bucket, "...Brock was married for five years to a gal named Annie. They met in culinary school and were great together, even starting up River Rats as a joint effort."
"River Rats does not sound all that appealing to dine at." She giggled.
"People know what it refers to, being on the river and all. Besides its not just a restaurant it's a bar with a killer dance floor. Live bands even. I think he's got one in house tonight. If I recall it's a country band called Whiskey Dick, not a bad bunch. Fiddler is damn good! Dueling harmonica usually gets the place hopping."
"You better dance with me tonight."
"Love dancing! When I find someone worth cuttin' a rug with." He chuckled cutting his tender steak rather than any rug. "Far as my relationship angle goes...I date fairly often, normally keeping my distance from any gal getting too clingy. He having a bar I frequent on occasion when I feel the need for company."
"I'm very clingy." She nibbles her lobster after cracking the claw and expresses just how delicious it was prepared. Expression exquisite!
"Yes but you don't want a relationship, which I can totally understand with what you've been through. Be as clingy as you want sexually...I'd even be fine with a bit of real passion in the mix. I just don't ever care to settle down."
"Someday I might consider trying that again, but my bucket list is just too long to leave room for that inevitability. Never say never! But...whomever steals my soul has to let me be me."
"Meaning?"
"Come on Roger...I'm a nympho...no...I'm whatever the next level of that is. I'm a Counsellor for God's sake, I should really know what that term is." She laughed. "I fuck who I want, when I want, where I want. My mate would have to be fine with that."
"Not saying I'm volunteering on the mate angle, but I know I'd be down for that." He grinned chewing his food.
"I do feel a connection between us. But, I'm not going to commit to anything other than us being sluts together."
"Fair enough! I believe you know I'm into that showing you off thing you expect of me."
"So far!" She jabs her fork toward him with a wince, "Prove that more often."
"On my agenda! Starting tonight!"
"Oh really?"
"You just wait and see."
"Remember who we're meeting for drinks tonight. Josie is my protégé, actually I think she's evened up with me on that end. Mimi is my true protégé these days. You should encourage her more."
"Mimi Mouse? She is a cutie. Once or twice I've thought about rocking her world, then I found out she has ten cats." He chuckled and almost choked. "Hairball!" She found his comeback amusing.
"If you've noticed she's evolving. Give her time and she's going to be a force to...well...be more open at least. She's into dresses and no underwear so that's a healthy start. She's talking of going with contacts and losing her librarian glasses."
"Yeah, but isn't she and that food truck guy Frank's granddaughter snuggling up?"
"LeAnne is bi just like Mimi. In Mimi's case she went to school with LeAnne so they have history. Her experiences with men are next to nothing but I know she looks I've caught her. That inexperience is eating at her so I expect ravenous here very soon. Tonight I hope to know if the guys can help bring her out of her shell. Their shells for that matter. Just ask Mister Lobster here I've got him coming out of his shell pretty fast." She teased her food.
"Well you did get her to be Dewey's date for tonight. Hate to tell you though, Kevin Fowler is gonna be heartbroken because he likes Mimi. The guy has hearts wearing sombreros spinning about his balding head."
