Wicked Whispers
by Serena Vayne.
The Tennessee night pressed heavy against Tommy's truck, parked in a dark corner of Knoxville, the faint glow of streetlights cutting through the windshield, mixing with the sticky heat and the sour tang of spilled beer on the seat. Sarah knelt between his legs, her blonde hair spilling over his thighs, big tits straining against her tight tank top, lips wrapped tight around his cock--long, thin, throbbing harder than it should, but his mind wasn't on her. Fuck... Lily... he thought, eyes half-closed, imagining those full, pouty lips of Lily's instead, her dark hair brushing his skin, her creamy thighs spread wide for him, that musky scent he'd caught a whiff of back at the farmhouse.
Sarah's tongue swirled, sucking deep, and he groaned, "Fuck... Lily..."--the name slipping out, low and raw, before he caught himself, cum erupting quick into her mouth, hot and messy, but leaving him empty, unsatisfied. Sarah's hot--tight ass, great tits--but she ain't Lily... Guilt twisted his gut, his cock softening as she wiped her lips, smirking.
"What's with you tonight, Tommy?" she asked.
He forced a grin, "Nothin', babe... just tired," but his mind raced back to that first day at the farmhouse, just a few days ago, Lily's image burning into him like a brand.
It'd been a sweltering morning when he'd walked in, duffel slung over his shoulder, the farmhouse creaking under the Tennessee sun. Lily stood in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a thin white tank top and cutoff denim shorts, sweat making the fabric cling to her curves, outlining her full breasts, nipples faintly visible through the damp cotton, her long dark hair stuck to her neck in damp strands. Fuck... she's hot as hell, he'd thought, jaw dropping, heart slamming as he froze, duffel slipping to the floor.
"Hey, Tommy--back already?" she'd called, voice sweet, smiling easy, but that smile, those curves, sent a jolt straight to his cock, stiffening in his jeans.
She's Jake's... my bro's wife... can't think this shit, he scolded himself, forcing a grin, "Yeah, just for a bit," but his eyes lingered, tracing her thighs, the way her shorts rode up, teasing a flash of smooth, creamy skin he shouldn't crave. He'd turned away fast, heart pounding, but the image stuck, haunting him ever since.
Over the next few days, Tommy couldn't escape her. Lily moved through the house in skimpy outfits--short skirts, tank tops, sometimes no panties, he swore, catching fleeting glimpses that drove him wild. One afternoon, in the living room, she bent over to grab a magazine off the floor, her flared skirt riding up, baring the round curve of her ass and a quick, tantalizing peek at her shaved pussy, pink and glistening in the light filtering through the blinds. Holy shit... no panties... he thought, breath catching, cock hardening as he ducked behind the couch, heart pounding, hand slipping into his jeans, stroking fast, imagining her thighs spread for him, her moans filling his ears.
"Tommy, you okay?" she called, oblivious.
He choked out, "Yeah... just hot as hell in here," cum spilling over his fingers, shame burning his chest. She's Jake's... I can't want her... But he did--every damn day, her body taunting him, those big tits bouncing under thin fabric, nipples hard from the AC, or that ass swaying as she walked past, hips rolling with a sultry ease that left him hard and frustrated.
He tried to shake it, meeting Sarah again in town, her tight body pressed against him in the truck, her lips sucking him off, but his mind drifted to Lily--her bare pussy under that skirt, those moans he imagined she'd make for him. Fuck... Sarah's tight, but Lily's... different, he thought, guilt gnawing, cumming quick but unsatisfied, spending nights alone, jerking off to Lily's image, her voice echoing.
"Tommy, grab me a beer..."--innocent words that felt like a tease.
The more he saw her--her legs spread on the sofa, skirt hiked, pussy peeking as she shifted, or her tits straining against a tank top, nipples poking through when she stretched--he grew restless, a hunger clawing at him he couldn't kill. She's too fuckin' sexy... drivin' me crazy... but Jake'd kill me if he knew, he thought, torn between love for his brother and a primal need he couldn't name, kΓ¬m nΓ©n vΓ΄ vα»ng, feeling like he was losing a battle he never wanted to fight.
Then came that afternoon--Jake out in town buying parts for the truck, the farmhouse quiet but for the hum of cicadas outside, Tommy lingering in the hall, restless, heart pounding as a soft moan drifted from the pantry. He crept closer, peering through a crack in the door, breath catching as he saw her--Lily, on her knees, wearing a short skirt, no panties, bare ass swaying, head bobbing as she sucked Tom's cock, slow and deep.
Tom's grizzled hands tangled in her hair, groaning low, "Fuck... Lily... so fuckin' perfect..."--his massive, veiny cock glistening with her spit, pulsing as she moaned softly around it, pussy dripping onto the floor, thighs slick with arousal.
Holy shit... she's suckin' Dad... no fuckin' way... Tommy's breath hitched, cock hardening instantly, jeans tight as he ducked back, heart slamming, hand slipping into his pants, stroking fast in the shadows, eyes glued to her--those full lips stretched wide, her ass swaying enticingly, the wet slap of her lips against his shaft muffled but urgent, the musky scent of their heat seeping out. He came quick, cum soaking his boxers, panting, heart racing, So fuckin' hot... but Jake... fuck, what do I do?
The guilt hit hard--Jake, his big brother, the guy he looked up to, idolized, would lose his shit if he knew. Should I tell him? He'd hate me... but fuck, I want her... Tommy thought, pacing his room that night, jerking off again to the memory, her lips, her pussy, but the shame lingered, a knot in his gut he couldn't untie. He kept quiet, but couldn't stop watching--lurking in shadows, catching Lily's flashes, her curves, that hungry look she shared with Tom, a secret he envied, craved, his hunger growing wilder, more desperate, but still locked away.
