Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(33)

I started sobbing quietly in the backseat, unsure of our future. What good could possibly come of this?

But Cole turned around and put a hand on my knee. "Morgan," he said  comfortingly. When I didn't respond, he said more forcefully, "Morgan!  Baby girl, you have nothing to worry about. We'll make it work, I  promise."

I was flat out bawling now, and Landon pulled over to the side of the  road so that they could talk with me. They helped me out of the car, and  fortunately, we were able to find a bench in a beautiful wooded glade,  with no one in sight.

"Morgan," said Cole, pulling me into his lap, holding me close. "It's going to be okay, you'll see," he soothed.

Landon sat to one side, and stroked my face. "Nothing is that terrible," he growled before dropping a soft kiss on my shoulder.

I was needy, craving the comfort of my brothers, and turned my face to  his, silently begging for more. Landon responded immediately. He caught  my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before  pushing inside, gently exploring, arousing yet soothing at once.

The tears had crushed all of my barriers, and I wanted, no needed, my  brothers' physicality, the warmth of their bodies during this fragile  time. I desperately ran my tongue against Landon's mouth, even as my  hand went down to seek Cole's hardness, questing for the pole that could  be my salvation.

"Oh baby girl," growled Cole, his breath catching as my fist traced the  length of his erection through his jeans. "Wait until we get to the  hotel," he said, trying to shift me off his lap.

But I was like a barnacle, stubbornly clinging to him, my arms locked around his neck.

"No, here!" I cried piteously. "Here, now!"

My brothers shared a glance over my head, and like twins do, came to a  silent conclusion. Cole lifted me in his arms, and we moved deeper into  the glade, into the shade of the leafy pines, the aroma pungent and  sweet, clean in the pure air of the glen.

Gently, he placed me on a bed of leaves and I luxuriated in the soft cushion.

"Please brothers," I breathed. "We're about to be outed to the world.  Won't you let me have you one last time?" I said, running my hands  tantalizingly over my curves, pushing my breasts together and begging  them with my eyes.

The men shared another glance and turned their hot gazes to me.

"Little sis," growled Landon. "This isn't the last time, but we're going  to give you what you need anyways, right here, right now."         

     



 





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Landon




She was like a wood nymph, her chestnut locks fanned beneath her. Her  svelte frame twisted and beckoned, her eyes deep hazel pools of promise  and desire.

Cole and I didn't hesitate for a second. We were naked in minutes,  shucking off our jeans and shirts at light speed, crouching over our  little sister in lust. Because our girl was in need, and damn if Cole  and I weren't going to answer.

My brother kissed her deeply, helping her out of her top and bra while I  knelt between her legs, spreading those creamy thighs. The sundress  fell away, and a sweet shock awaited. Our dear Morgan, wasn't wearing  any panties and her sweet cunny beckoned, already gleaming and moist in  the dappled sunlight.

Chuckling, I bent my head and took a slow lick. Morgan screamed beneath  me, her cry muffled by Cole's mouth, even as her hips twisted  desperately under my lips. But I wanted the full monty. I pulled her  labia apart, exposing her little hole and moist, hot pink insides,  before lowering my head for another taste of her delicious twat.

And she didn't disappoint. My little sister was tangy and sweet at once,  with a personal scent that was all her own. I delved deeply into her  snatch, pushing my tongue into that private space before laving up each  side of her pussy, the deep licks causing her to tremble and buck with  delight.

"That's it," soothed Cole, massaging her breasts as I savored her  snatch. "I love a little girl who's steamed up and hot," he said, before  fastening his lips to her nipple.

But I wanted something a little different this time. I sensed that  Morgan was ready, her barriers down, given the emotional intensity of  the afternoon. It was time to experiment, to push the boundaries a bit.

I continued tonguing her beautiful pussy, feeling her cream wetly onto  my mouth. Slowly, oh so slowly, I traced downwards, letting my mouth  glide effortlessly towards the brown pucker of her anus. When I brushed  my lips against her in the most tentative of butterfly kisses, Morgan  gasped, the air running out of her lungs.

"Shh, honey," soothed Cole. "Just feel," said my twin.

I rimmed her a bit, letting my lips and tongue trace the sensitive  pucker, letting her savor her first feel of tongue on ass. Then I  stroked her buttocks before wedging my fingertip against her pucker,  massaging the hole all the while kissing that sensitive space.

Morgan moaned, tossing her head as Cole stroked her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples. "Enjoy," he murmured.

I pushed lightly, experimentally, against her rim. It resisted at first,  but slowly, I was able to force myself in. As a reward, I nipped at her  clit, tugging at the sensitive nub with my lips as I pushed a little  further, burying myself up to my second knuckle.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Brothers, it feels wonderful," she panted.

I chuckled deep in my chest, proud of my little girl. I wanted her ass, and my need was building, becoming desperate.

"Little sis," I rasped. "Are you ready?" I asked, stirring my finger in  her butt. It was dry and unbelievably tight, but the wetness of her cunt  told me that she was more than prepped.

"Unnnh," she cried, unable to answer. I shared a glance with my brother,  and wordlessly, we flipped her over onto her hands and knees. I pushed  gently on her lower back while Cole folded his jacket as a makeshift  pillow under her head.

"Rest your cheek on that, little sis," he said, stroking his cock. "Landon's going to make sure it feels good," he soothed.

She gave a little cry, partly in fear, party in anticipation, which only  stoked my desire. I could feel the blood boiling in my cock, my ten  incher a shaft of steel, ready to bury itself in her tiny body. Licking  my palm, I wet myself before dragging my penis through her folds, lubing  it up with a combo of saliva and pussy juice. Shifting into position, I  pressed my glans against her brown pucker, a stream of pre-cum stark  evidence of my arousal.

"Aah!" she squealed, as I made entry. Her muscles were tight, unbearably  arousing as her ass gripped my shaft, and I could hardly stop myself  from forcing my way into her right then and there. But I made myself go  slow. Gently, I eased my hips forward, increasing the pressure in tiny  increments until with an audible pop, her sphincter gave way and I was  able to slide my dick into that dry, hot tunnel.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, holding myself still. The feeling of her rectum  gripping my pole was like a vise around my dick, my fuckpole cushioned  in an oven of pleasure.

"Aiee!" she squealed, her face contorted in pleasure and pain.

"Shhh," murmured Cole, squeezing her breasts as he stroked his shaft. "Calm, little girl, calm," he said.         

     



 

But she couldn't answer because I'd started moving. Oh so slowly, I  began swinging my hips, pushing into that little butt, letting her  rectum stroke me as my balls bounced off her wet pussy. I started slow  but began picking up steam, banging that beautiful behind, losing myself  in the tightness, rolling waves of lust coursing through my body.

"Mmmmphf!" Morgan screamed, this time her cry muffled on my brother's  dick. Because yeah, Cole had positioned himself at her head, tilting her  chin open while feeding her his dick.

"That's right, little girl," he growled. "I love the feel of a girl's tongue while she's getting ass-pummeled," he said nastily.

And the sight of our little sister, nude on her hands and knees, sucking  my brother's dick while I reamed her behind was overwhelming. The  pressure in my balls grew, my cock expanding almost painfully, and with a  mighty roar, I unleashed myself into her body, spraying her insides  with hot, viscous sperm. Rope after rope of man milk shot into her  rectum, coating her GI tract with my virility, my dick pumping  uncontrollably.

Morgan convulsed too, her anus grabbing my dick, clenching so hard that I  thought it would break off. I watched with wonder as her soft folds  spasmed and twitched, her own climax a massive tidal wave, making her  moan lustily around my brother's cock.

There was so much sperm that it began running out of her hole, even with  my pole plugged into her. I reached a hand down and smeared it into her  pussy, massaging her lips, reaching down to tickle her clit through the  throes of orgasm, heightening her pleasure and causing her to suck even  harder on Cole's shaft.

But Cole wasn't ready to come yet. Even though I'd breached the virgin  anally, he wanted his turn too. Pulling himself out, a long line of  saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock, and he smiled nastily  as he rubbed the wetness onto his shaft.