She scooted over between my brother’s legs and went down on him while I got up and got behind her. Lisa raised her butt up off the floor as I pushed up her skirt, which showed she wasn’t wearing panties. I grunted my approval as I leaned forward.
I ran my tongue along her sex and found she was swamped. As I pulled back to take a closer look, she moaned around my brother’s junk, making known her displeasure that I’d stopped.
Lisa was dripping all over my floor. The little wanton loved this.
Greg had reached down and was toying with one of her breasts, so I cupped the other one before going back down on her. She was on a hair trigger and came hard from my oral attention after just a few seconds. Lisa pulled off my brother to focus on her own pleasure. Greg and I gave each other mental high fives.
When she’d recovered, she turned back and smiled at me.
“I love sucking your brother,” she announced.
“Why’s that?” I asked without thinking.
I winced when a smile came to my brother’s eyes.
“Because he’s smaller. He’s exactly the right size to suck,” Lisa said. I struggled to keep a straight face as I envisioned years of teasing that were about to commence. “But I love to ride yours because it’s so big.”
“You’re the best girlfriend ever,” I announced as I scooted behind her.
I pressed Mr. Happy to her opening and thrust home. Greg grabbed the back of Lisa’s head and guided her down onto his member. Once I got a good rhythm going, I began to mercilessly pound her from behind. I watched as she took all of Greg without gagging. I snaked my hand around her waist so I could rub her nubbin to add to her pleasure.
Lisa took to our double-teaming her like a champ as we went at it like animals. Our three bodies moved together to the sounds of grunts, moans, and gasps. I leaned forward and kissed her between the shoulder blades.
Greg announced his climax with a long-tortured moan of pleasure. Lisa, if anything, took him even deeper into her mouth as he released. She shuddered to signal her own completion, which was too much for me, and I joined them. We were a sweaty, sticky mess once we finished.
“Damn, that was hot,” Greg said with a chuckle. “What the hell just happened?”
“Didn’t Dad already give you the talk?” I quipped.
He flipped me off, which made Lisa laugh. She glanced over and noticed the time.
“Shit! I have to get home. It’s a school night.”
We got dressed, and I drove her home. Greg rode with us, and I chuckled when she kissed him and then me once we got to her house. She snuck around the back of her house to go in. As we pulled away, Greg and I were finally alone.
“Sorry about that,” Greg said seriously and then smiled, “but I needed tonight. I haven’t gone this long without since I started high school.”
“What, a week?” I teased.
“More like a month and a half,” he overshared.
“Angie told me she cheated on you,” I said.
“That bitch! I suspected it, but she refused to tell me.”
“Technically, she said she met someone. I just assumed that meant she cheated,” I clarified.
He slumped into his seat.
“I think she’s feeling sorry for herself and regrets what happened,” I added.
“She regrets that I figured it out,” Greg said with some venom.
I could only imagine how hurt he was right now. Frick! This was a mess.
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Chapter 34 – Cheatin’ Heart Wednesday March 15
I came into the kitchen to find my dad going off on a rant.
“No, I don’t want tomatoes instead of hash browns. I want toast for breakfast, and I want bread and French fries with my hamburger. That doctor’s crazy if he thinks I’m sticking to this diet.”
“He didn’t say no bread; he said you had to cut back. You need to make healthier choices,” Mom said in a surprisingly calm voice.
I swear, someone had to have slipped her something. Mom wasn’t the peacemaker in our family.
“The doctor’s nuts. He wants me to lose too much weight. I haven’t been that skinny since I was David’s age,” Dad complained.
“How much weight does your doctor want you to lose?” I asked.
“A little over forty pounds,” Dad admitted and then began to complain again. “I tried to tell him that I’ve already lost an inch on my waist since I’ve been working out. Muscle weighs more than fat, right?”
“Rob, he said it would help your heart,” Mom said.
“Hang on. I have an idea,” I said and walked out the back door, leaving my parents looking confused.
When I walked back in, I handed my dad a vest.
“Put this on and wear it this morning,” I said.
“Jesus, what do you have in this thing? Weights?” Dad asked.
“Yep. Bo Harrington gave it to me to wear for workouts. I put forty pounds in it so you can see what a difference it would make.”
“You’re such a good son,” Mom said.
That might have been a bridge too far. I gave Mom a ten for execution but a one for content. Dad didn’t buy it for a minute.
“More like a pain in my …”
“Rob,” Mom warned.
“Put it on, and walk up to your room and back,” I challenged.
“If it’ll get me hash browns for breakfast,” Dad said as he put it on.
“Am I making hash browns?” Cassidy asked.
