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Aden
After ditching the stolen Mazda and wiping it down for fingerprints, I come back to the hotel room and pace along the empty space in front of the two queen beds until I hear the water in the tub shut off. Standing frozen, staring at the door, I can’t help but think of how Brede’s touching Blair on the other side. And how she probably doesn’t ever want me to touch her again after what I did to her. And I deserve nothing less. I’m sure Brede doesn’t cringe when she lays her hands on him.
My body gives an involuntary shiver at the thought. The idea of anyone touching me nearly sends me off the deep end. My breathing becomes shaky, so I sit down on one of the two queen beds, and then exhaustion has me falling backward on it.
For four years I was only touched by my foster brother and sisters, a whole slew of strangers, mostly girls, but some boys, not because they wanted to, but because they were told they had to in order to avoid beatings with my foster father’s belt. I spent those years feeling guilty and...confused. It was wrong to enjoy what they were manipulated to do to me, especially because I knew all too well how demeaning it felt to be on the other side. I dreaded those nights when my foster father would come to the room I shared with Tyson, my one year younger foster brother, to “teach” us through hands-on training to be better lovers. That is the main reason I can’t stand anyone’s hands on me. There’s the constant memory of being trapped, forced, beaten until all the fight was taken out of me. After that, he could do anything he wanted with no one to stop him.
Rationally, I know Blair couldn’t ever overpower me. But having a woman’s mouth or hand on my cock only reminds me of how disgusting I am and all the times I had to perform for my foster father’s perversion while he watched, usually through the camera lens. I hated him because it felt good while at the same time made me feel like a monster. It’s too painful to go back down that road, so the only way I could be intimate with Blair is with her hands tied, never touching me, while I take control, doing only what I want to do with her. And now, because I took her virginity that way, like the psycho-sexual deviant I am, she’ll probably never let me lay a finger on her again. Not that I really want to. Instead, I’ll have to watch my brother fuck her, like in the backseat, hearing her moaning like she can’t get enough of him or his cock. Jealousy doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling.
Listening to the tub start to drain, I figure the lovebirds should be coming out of the bathroom soon. I don’t move from my spot, flat on my back on the bed. They can have the other bed. Although, there’s a part of me that wishes I were normal so that I could have Blair in bed with me for more than sleeping
The bathroom door opens, causing the steam to come billowing out into the room. Blair and Brede walk out smiling, both of them still naked. Without thinking, I sit up and blurt out, “I’m sorry”, to Blair. “About earlier, leaving you like that,” I add to clarify.
The two of them both stop at the foot of the bed I’ve claimed, so I stand up and cup Blair’s jaw. When she leans into my touch, instead of cringing away, I let out a sigh of relief that I haven’t ruined her.
“I-I was just confused,” she says, the words easily rolling off her tongue, unlike the first night when I almost had to beat them out of her.
“You thought I didn’t care about you. But I swear I never meant to hurt you,” I assure her. “And when I thought I had...I ran.”
I’m surprised when she closes the space between us and kisses me with Brede standing naked beside us.
“Whoa,” I say to stop her when her hands reach for my shoulders. Grabbing each of her wrists, I pin them down by her hips while I keep kissing her. She likes it too. I hear her soft moan before she arches her back to rub her bare breasts against my shirt-covered chest. Just like that, I’m hard, my cock swollen and aching, wanting another turn. Especially after seeing Brede fuck her in the backseat, so free and uninhibited. My eyes cut over to find my brother’s reaction, and he’s...jerking off.
“We can share,” he says, to which my only response is to pull away from Blair, my jaw falling open in shock. “What? Didn’t we have to share everything growing up?”
“She’s not a fucking toy,” I reply, and then I realize my hand is rubbing my own bulge underneath my zipper. I try to stop, I swear I do, but my hand has other ideas.
“Don’t you want to play with her?” Brede asks, watching me with a smirk at the same time he walks over and throws Blair on the bed with a bounce. “I’m pretty sure she likes when we play with her. Well, she likes when we play with her, and you don’t freak the fuck out, don’t you?”
Blair nods at him, and then her gaze meets mine, watching my hand move up and down my protruding erection through my pants while biting her bottom lip.
“But –” I start as Brede climbs on the bed and straddles Blair, taking both her wrists and holding them above her head.
“But what?” Brede asks.
“I don’t allow anyone to touch me, not even her.”
He pauses and looks over his shoulder at me. “Never?” he asks in amazement.
I shake my head. “Not since I was sixteen and ran away.”
“You must be really fucked up if you don’t want the hands of an angel on you.”
I blow out a breath of frustration and shove my fingers through my hair. “You have no idea,” I tell him.
“Well, I’ll just have to let her touch me enough for the both of us,” he says before he leans down and kisses Blair. “And I don’t think she minds being restrained, do you, baby?”
“I like it,” Blair answers, making my cock jerk in interest.
“She’s sore,” I remind him when his hand drifts down to her body.
“I know that,” he says. “But her clit’s not, and she needs this, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” Blair answers, the word little more than a moan. My hand moves faster on my cock while I watch my brother make her come underneath him. He’s wrong, though. I may be enjoying watching him with her, but I don’t want her. The fact is, as fucked up as it sounds, I’ve taken all I’ll ever want from her.
“Oh! Oh God!” Blair cries out, writhing as Brede continues to restrain her and pleasures her to orgasm. As she comes down, she tries to wiggle free of his grasp, but he doesn’t budge.
“Come on, Aden. Your turn,” Brede says.
He wants me to do, what? Fool around with her while he watches? Maybe he’s as perverted and sick as I am.
“I know you’re not shy,” he says when I don’t move. “You’re practically jerking off, so do it already. Blair?” he asks her to see what she thinks about all this, but I seriously doubt she trusts me not to screw up again like before.
Leaning up on her elbows, her long waves cascading over her breasts, she says, “I-I want your mouth on me.”
Holy fuck.
“You want his mouth on you where?” Brede asks, just to make her say it.
Her cheeks redden, and her eyes lower before she answers. “Licking my pussy, making it feel better,” she says.
“My innocent angel has a filthy mouth,” Brede says with a chuckle before nipping at her breast. “Well, I guess she’s not so innocent anymore since we’ve both fucked her.”
And therein lies the problem.
I took her innocence, so she has nothing else to offer me. Besides, I refuse to let anyone ever watch me again. But I can admit that, as fucked up as it is, I do like to look at them, knowing they won’t force me to join.
“So?” Brede asks.
“No,” I tell him sternly, leaving no room for argument. Hopefully, he’ll stop trying to persuade me.
“Your loss,” he says before he finally relents.
Despite Brede’s tough exterior and carefree words, I know he doesn’t really want to see me with Blair. He was only offering to help me in some strange fucked up way to overcome my demons. I won’t tell him that there’s no saving me, or that he doesn’t have to worry about me trying to fuck Blair again now that she’s no longer a virgin.
Blair seems to relax too, after my refusal. She reaches up, her fingers threading through the back of Brede’s hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. And I’m envious. What I wouldn’t give to have that sort of intimacy with another human being. That’s never gonna happen though, just the thought nearly causes an anxiety attack.
Blair and Brede’s kiss turns wild and desperate. Her small hands press on his shoulders before he grasps them and holds them down above her head again. She wants him to go down on her, here, in front of me. The thought should probably bother me more than it does, but it doesn’t. And I’m starting to think Blair likes the audience since she was never this turned on when it was just the two of us. Or maybe the difference is Brede.
Of course, I missed my brother and thought about him over the years. Hell, I even tracked him for months, trying to figure out if he’s a heartless murderer or not. I was somewhat scared of him, which is why I kept my distance. I took an odd sense of pleasure from thinking he was just as fucked up as I was but in a different way.
Only, over the last few hours, he doesn’t seem quite as dangerous and hostile as I thought he would be. Is that because of Blair? I know Brede has gone through women like crazy, and I even saw him fuck a few in public or in front of windows without a care in the world. Watching the way he dominates women makes me envy him. Unlike me, he doesn’t have to tie up virgins because he craves taking their innocence while being too disgusted with himself to let them touch him. He orders, commands that they bend over, get on their knees, stroke his cock, suck it. Whatever and whenever he wants, and they do it, not because he forces them like my foster father, but because the women want to please him. They like it. He maintains control without restraining them.
Could I ever learn how to do the same?
Kissing his way down Blair’s neck, Brede spends a little time with her tits in his mouth. They’re too perfect and perky to bypass without giving them a little attention. Once he’s nuzzled them and sucked good and hard on both nipples, he moves down her flat stomach to her pussy, which is when a fucked up thought hits me.
“Did you use a fucking condom?” I interrupt and ask my brother from the sidelines.
“No,” he replies curtly without looking at me, focused instead on Blair’s spread thighs in front of his face. “You didn’t either.”
“So you wanted to get even with me and put her at twice the risk?” I ask indignantly. It’s one thing for me to make a mistake with her, but it’s no excuse for him to be so careless too.
“We’ll get the morning after shit tomorrow when the pharmacy opens, right?” he replies.
“Right,” I mutter.
“Now let me lick the poor girl’s sore pussy unless you’re gonna do it,” he barks, and I shut up, entranced by the show they’re putting on.
Reaching down, I unzip my pants to pull my cock out and start jerking myself off while I watch Brede alternate between teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue and penetrating her opening with it. Fuck, it’s arousing to watch. And I never minded eating girls out, because I knew it didn’t hurt and that if they would relax it would feel good, making sex easier. My foster sister, Faith, liked it so much she would beg Tyson and me to go down on her.
Blair’s hips start bucking, so Brede has to put a heavy hand down on her pelvis to keep her in place. Her moans increase in volume, right before her thighs clench tightly around his head. Then she comes screaming, “Ohgodohgodohgod!” Her naked body bucks beautifully while he laps up every drop of her arousal.
Brede doesn’t give her time to recover before he moves up her body and straddles her chest. “Show me what that dirty mouth does best,” he growls at her. Blair eagerly opens her mouth wide for him to slide his cock inside.
Fucking hell.
Could I let her put her mouth on me like that? While I may have enjoyed the fuck out of blowjobs, the appendage is now so filthy from the things I’ve done that I would be an asshole to put it in someone’s mouth. Technically all the tests show I’m clean, but I don’t deserve the pleasure of Blair’s mouth on my revolting cock.
Pre-cum beads on the tip of my shaft at the thought of being inside a tight, wet mouth again.
“Fuckkk, yesss,” Brede groans to the ceiling. “You can have her next.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking to me.
Even if I wanted to, I’m not gonna last long enough to make it to her mouth.
“You know you want to fuck her mouth,” Brede antagonizes, and I watch captivated as his palms stroke up and down her bruised throat filled with his hard length.
“Yes,” I admit, and that one word comes out sounding choked. “But I can’t.”
“I’ll hold her hands to keep them off you,” he assures me.
My fist squeezes tightly around the base of my cock to the point of pain, holding off my release. “No!” I bellow, not sure if I’m refusing him or myself; because as soon as I hear Blair moan and gag, cum erupts from my cock, oozing down my fingers.
“Fuck, I’m coming, baby!” Brede shouts, one hand cupping his balls, tugging on them while his entire body shudders and Blair swallows his release.
I never imagined the reunion with my brother would be anything like this, but watching him...he’s so damn lucky. He doesn’t have any of my hang-ups when it comes to sex because he wasn’t exploited as a child. We may be the same size physically, but his presence is huge, a man who knows what he wants and will fucking have it.
While I may have been jealous that his childhood had to have been better than mine, never once did I wish my life on him, that our outcomes had been switched. The nightmare I lived through day in and day out for years isn’t something you wish on your worst enemy.
But there’s a small part of me that can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s the stronger one, and if our lives had been reversed, maybe my past might not have ruined him like it did me.
