"Let him stay. If he's not here, I might lose control." Then I turned to him, "What if your roommate comes home?"
"Yeah, maybe we should go into the bedroom," he helpfully suggested. Kissing a girl was one thing—this was another. Jenny and I held hands, as much so I wouldn't run away before things got out of hand. If she suspected anything, she didn't let on. I suppose if she hadn't slept with my brother, she might not have allowed him to watch, but maybe she did know what a pervert he was.
Until that very moment, I never wondered what he did with his girlfriends. I mean, I imagined him having sex with Tammy. Probably liked her on top, where he could lay back, relax and watch her boobs as she did him. But I figured it was normal stuff, and the way he fucked me had been an aberration. Maybe that is how he screwed all his women?
I shoved Jenny against the wall where Brandon threw me and kissed the hell out of her to prevent me from panicking. Drunk as I was—and she was an incredible kisser—in no time I was as horny as if I was with Don or Brandon. Sex is sex, I guess, right? Jenny was feeling me all over, not like a guy, but with gentle hands that turned me on so much I actually wanted her.
Her boobs were bigger than mine; feeling them made me a little jealous, but these were the only boobs other than my own I ever touched, so let's just say, it was interesting. It feels different touching someone else's boobs than it feels playing with your own all alone in your bed in the dark of night.
Jenny's hand slipped down the front of my pants, almost buckling my knees even before her fingernails reached the elastic of my panties. This was happening! In Brandon's plan, it never got this far, but once you jump out of an airplane, it is too late to decide you don't have any interest in parachuting. Whether I wanted to know what it felt like for a woman to make love to me, how making love to her felt, or for my brother to watch her hands and lips over me, I had lost my ability to stop.
Her finger inside me instantly found the magic spot.
Brandon watched us take each other's clothes off and giggle as we climbed into bed. Back then, in the early 80s, when girls had their college lesbian experience, they kept it to themselves. This made me feel like one of those libertines in turn-of-the-century Paris or in decadent Wiemar Germany that Brandon told me about in what I thought, at the time, was just a casual conversation about what he was learning in college.
And then Jenny kissed my breast. First, I watched Brandon out of the corner of my eye then closed them, because she kissed like an angel. A woman knows what a woman wants, and inside, a fire consumed me. She sucked and kissed and nibbled on my nipples and then she vanished down my stomach. Brandon watched from a chair turned from his desk to face the bed, sitting with his hand outside his pants, over his cock.
This must be killing him!
Between my legs, Jenny lit a fire and then worked to extinguish it.
"Red hair is so pretty," she said, her long, manicured fingernails twirling my little bush.
"Thank you," I said foolishly, as if I had anything to do with it.
Like her finger before, her tongue licked my button. Our mutual boyfriend liked to lick me there, too, but his tongue, pleasant as it had been, was no match for hers. She knew how it felt to be licked, and knew exactly how to do it. I heard my voice making strange noises, but it sounded like it came from someone else. Almost immediately, it began welling up inside me, and my hips began rolling out of control.
Waves of pleasure swept through my body, shooting from her tongue to my breasts and to my heart. A hand grabbed one breast, and although it felt rough, I did not open my eyes at first. It felt really great, too. When I did look, Brandon stood there caressing my boob while Jenny's face moved between my legs. I almost told him to stop before she saw him, but I just couldn't. Instead, I let the orgasm take me to the most forbidden place I had ever been.
After, Jenny and I held each other, our bodies wrapped together, exchanging little kisses and laughing. "I want to kiss you," I told her, glancing down at her boobs.
"I want that, too."
I tried to kiss her breasts the way she kissed mine, hoping my skills matched hers. To be honest, it was only okay for me, nowhere near as hot as when she sucked my nipples, probably because they made me jealous the whole time. Like mine, her nipples were light pink, but hers poked out more, not flat like mine, and were half again larger in diameter. Big, pink half-dollars. Her boobs were squishy soft cantaloupes compared to my hard lemons.
Beside me, the bed shook and leaned crazily, and then Brandon's arm was around me. Buck-ass naked, he leaned over her other breast and asked, "Can I join you?"
This wasn't how we planned it. I was never supposed to go this far, and he was going to seduce her, so I suppose he was trying to get the plan back on track. "The more the merrier," her little-girl's voice purred. I guess she wants me to stay, too.
Everyone at our little college in a small, southern town seemed so conservative, the school itself endowed by the church, I never imagined three naked students together in bed pleasuring each other. Maybe more happens here than outsiders know. Brandon sucked on one of her nipples while I sucked the other. Even he could not resist her pretty titties.
From time to time our faces bumped together, and his calloused hand rubbed my back all the way down to my bottom. Brandon quickly started sliding down, kissing her side, and then his hand on my shoulder pulled gently on me. I had no idea what he wanted, but I followed. Together we kissed her stomach, and once he licked my ear while I was kissing her skin, and he playfully grabbed my ass at the same time.
Brandon spread her legs wide. To my surprise, I found Jenny's bush shaved—which was probably a good idea, because that girl was hairy! Not shaved off, but carved into a small, black V, little stubble poking around everywhere. I touched her, but my brother pushed my head down between her legs, watching me lick her. Tasting her.
Boobs are one thing, kissing her mouth another, but suddenly I was a lesbian, and I didn't like it. I wanted to kiss her the way she did me, to return the pleasure she gave equally, and tried my best, but at that moment, I knew I was straight. I didn't stop, though, because I owed her, and my brother was like six inches away staring at me licking a girl's snatch, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give up.
He knew, though. He always knows.
Suddenly, his cheek pressed against mine, so I started to pull away, but his fingers gripped the back of my head tight as they grabbed my ass a few weeks before and held me there as his tongue came in from the side. Along the rim of her soft labia, he licked and his tongue touched mine, and then came inside her along with mine.
There comes a time when you know your brother was a freak. I thought it happened a few times, when we were kids and he did something mean or stupid just to piss me off. This was different. This was freaky as hell.
The thing is, just as suddenly as he appeared, I started to enjoy licking Jenny.
Well, I probably enjoyed tongue-kissing my brother more than licking Jenny, but we were tongue-kissing
inside
Jenny, so it's mostly semantics. Together we licked her clitoris, faces smashed in to let both reach the spot. Her clitoris felt huge compared to mine, and I wondered if mine really was this big?
Brandon grabbed my butt, fingers digging in between my cheeks; I rubbed his back. His hand went around between my legs and held my wet crotch, his fingertips up into my bush, squeezing softly.
I gasped right into Jenny's snatch. Brandon kept licking her and I kept licking his tongue, and she was holding both of our heads and rolling around like someone had set her on fire, which, in a way, I suppose we had.
"Oh, god, yes!" she screamed. Brandon shoved a couple of fingers up inside her, and when I knew she was reaching climax, I decided I owed her, so joined my brother's tongue at her button and the two of our tongues fought over it. One of his fingers slipped inside of me at the same time, and once again, I gasped into her hoo-ha.
I suppose with all that going on inside her vagina, she probably didn't really stop to wonder what else was going on.
Then he was gone. From behind, he held my head in place while he kissed my shoulder, the small of my back, one ass cheek. Then he was up sucking on one of Jenny's boobs again, and that was like throwing gasoline on her and she exploded! The neighbors probably thought someone won the lottery when they heard that screaming.
Soon as she was done and so was I, my brother climbed on top of her and started screwing her. Right there in front of my face—not two feet away! Never had I seen two people have sex before—not in real life, at least. Fascinating, in a way, his penis slid in and out of her while I watched, slick from the same juices he made me drink a few seconds before. I could not believe it!
This had been his plan all along, and disgusting as it was, I wasn't supposed to be there when he fucked her. Once the three of us had—well, deviated from the plan—I assumed he wasn't going through with the rest. In and out he pumped, his cute little ass flexing one way, his muscular, soccer-player thighs flexing on the other. So close, I could smell them. Sickening as it was, my eyes could not turn away.
