Odessa Hywell

Nash shoves his fingers between my swollen lips and fucks my mouth with a smirk  There is a gleam of satisfaction and approval in his bright eyes.  How did I get here?  Why am I letting him do this to me?  Saliva pools on my tongue as he watches me before pulling his wet fingers free. They’re dropping as Nash finds my already well used hole.  Isn’t he tired? Hasn’t he used me enough? Why is he still looking at me as if he wants to devour me?  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and swallow my moan...

“After you’ve learned how good it is to be fucked by two cocks separately, Waylon will hold you against his chest while I eat your sweet little hole until you’re soaking wet.” Nash grabs my ass in both hands and starts bouncing me on his thick cock. I should be telling him to shut up, to stop touching me, but instead I whine and shove a hand between our bodies. My cock is so hard it hurts as I grasp my shaft and start to stroke.  “Once you’re ready, he’ll fuck you open. Make you cum at least once on...

“Waylon won’t agree to any of this,” Oliver whimpers as I ease out of his well used hole and collapse beside him. What Oliver doesn’t know about what Waylon is willing to do to him, with him so long as he’s willing, can fill an Olympic sized swimming pool.  “He will. You don’t have to worry about that. If you want both of us, you can have both of us.” I turn my head to look at him. He’s flushed pink, covered in a fine shine of sweat and refuses to meet my eyes. I stroke his jaw with my...

Oliver is still asleep, resting peacefully, when I roll him to his stomach. He doesn’t wake—not even when I spread his cheeks to get a good look at his tiny pink hole. It’s a little puffy, but otherwise no worse for wear. No doubt he’s tender from being so well used last night, and in the early morning hours. I really should have been nicer the first time I fucked him considering my cock is the first cock he’s ever taken. It’s a little late for that now. At least I can kiss him better before Waylon sinks into his...

“Hey Oliver. Have you seen—What the fuck?” I stumble to a stop just inside of Oliver’s bedroom, the Fuck Sause Numbing Anal Lube that Nash texted me about an hour ago while I was at work, clenched in my hand as my brain tries to process what my eyes are seeing. Nash is resting against the headboard, knees bent, his fingers buried in curly light brown hair—Oliver’s hair. Because it’s Oliver between his spread thighs. Both of them are naked and Oliver is thrusting against his sheets as he moans and sucks our older brother’s cock like he’s desperate for...

I carefully ease my fingers from Oliver’s wet hole, watching for any signs of discomfort, and slick my cock before dragging him down the bed and into my lap. His ass settles on my thighs as his head rests just below Nash’s soft cock and loose balls. The pair of them watch me—one of Oliver’s hands laced with one of Nash’s hands as Nash strokes Oliver’s flushed throat, and upper chest. Soothing him, maybe.  Even though Oliver is older than me by eight minutes, and does eight minutes really even count between brothers, I’ve always been his caretaker. On bad...

How can Nash be so fucking mean? To say something like that to me, to imply I’m a disappointment, after everything I’ve done, after everything I’ve let him do to me.  I dig my nails into Waylon’s thighs, and swallow around the sudden lump in my throat, even as I try to blink back the tears burning my eyes, but the sob nor the hot tears will be restrained. My shoulders shake as I press my face into Waylon’s thigh. He’s frozen under me for half a second before Nash’s strong arms are pulling me upright and into his solid...

Fuck. I really am an asshole. The worst sort of big brother.  Oliver, with his freshly washed, flushed pink skin, damp hair, and sad eyes, wrapped in clean sheets courtesy of Waylon, looks like an exhausted, kicked puppy, attempting to hide from the world (or maybe just me) as I offer him the pain relievers.  Something I should have done hours ago instead of eating his ass and trying to fuck him again when my dick can’t even stay hard.  So maybe I went too far, demanded too much of him. Especially for his first time having sex. And maybe...

Blue balls are a thing. Just ask mine.  Not that I’m upset with or blaming Oliver. After Nash played so rough with him, he needed his rest. An afternoon in bed just talking about nothing and watching movies while Nash and I tended to his every want or need, and a night of uninterrupted sleep should cure most of his aches and pains.  But waking with Oliver’s back pressed against my chest, my arm tossed over his midsection, one of our hands tangled together, and his bubble butt cradling my hard cock makes it hard to remember all the reasons...

One Year Later We’ve come full circle—my brothers and me.  Mom and Dad back out of the driveaway and wave goodbye before I shut the door, lock it and turn around. Nash and Waylon are right there and if the hungry expressions they’re openly wearing, and the badly hidden erections they’re sporting are any indication, they plan to make the most of the next fourteen days.  I’m not sure I can emotionally or physically withstand whatever they have planned. When I’m the sole focus of one of them, that particular brother uses me until I’m past the point of exhaustion,...

“Breath, pretty baby.” Waylon runs hands up my spine and into my hair. He scratches my scalp and his beard drags against my sensitive skin as he kisses my forehead, cheek, nose, chin and mouth. “Let Nash in. I know you can do it. For us.” I really don’t know if I can. But fuck, I want to try.  All the preparation and training has been leading to this, hasn’t it?  I can’t back out or fail now.  I blow out a breath and relax against Waylon. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against his chest....

Who knew the first time we fucked Oliver, had him stretched wide around our cocks, both of us buried balls deep in him, would be so fucking mind blowing? The earth could open up and swallow me whole and I’d die happy. So long as Waylon and Oliver are swallowed as well, of course. “Okay?” I whisper against his jaw as I run my hands down his damp sides.  Oliver hums and nods but doesn’t speak. His eyes are wet with tears but glazed with pleasure as I sit back and ease out of his well used hole with all...