Micro Monday|Erotica|Flash Fiction
Welcome to the Party, Pal
Thanksgiving was just the beginning
Die Hard, our favourite Christmas movie, played on the TV. We watched it together on Thanksgiving every year.
The good part was just beginning with John McClane crawling through the ductwork of Nakatomi Plaza. My pussy throbbed. It wasn’t my fault I was ready to fuck the nearest cock. It was all because of Bruce Willis’ sexy as hell biceps.
At the moment, the nearest cock was my stepbrother, Joel, or his best friend, Brett. How would I choose?
I slipped my fingers up my skirt, softly caressing my wet folds. Eyes on the TV, I feigned interest in John fighting Hans Gruber for the office tower when all I wanted was a cock balls deep in me.
My gaze slid over to the chair, where Joel licked his lips as he stared at my fingers. I shifted my hips, giving him a better view of my now drenched pussy. His eyes widened. He adjusted his hard cock. Fingers twirling around my clit, I dipped two into my cunt and stroked faster. My climax grew.
“Joel’s wanted to fuck you for ages, Lizzie.” My baby blues drifted closed as my fingers pounded into me, squelching sound of sex filled the room. “We both have.” Brett pulled my fingers to his nose, breathing deep before licking them clean with a growl.
Joel’s fingers gripped my thighs. His fingertips leaving bruises as I spread them wide for him, like I wanted to the night our parents got married when I was fourteen and he was seventeen. Our mutual attraction was apparent from the beginning. I threaded my fingers in his hair when he buried his face in my wet mound, moaning and writhing between my legs.
“Fuck,” I hissed, lifting my hips into him, “Joel… Joel… oh, yes.”
He caressed my hips, then moved his hands to my ass, pulling me into his face and latching onto my hard nub. Staccato beat of his tongue against my throbbing bean brought me higher, closer to climax.
“Goddamn, Joel. You should see her face.” Brett claimed my lips, sucking them and making love to my mouth. “You’re beautiful when you cum, Lizzie. Gorgeous.” His fevered whisper led to another passionate kiss.
I could get used to this. The two of them. Fuck. Brett swallowed my scream hungrily, hands kneading my tits and twisting my nipples.
Joel sheathed his cock and thrust into me at the same time as Brett nudged my lips with his swollen purple head. I gulped down his cock with gusto, relishing the feel of both men moving within me.
“She’s a fucking treat, Joel.” Brett stroked my hair and blew me a kiss.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Joel twisted a nipple and leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek, his lips inches from his buddy’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker!”
I mewled happily, dreaming about all the fun we would have together. Happy Holidays to me.