As I sipped my third martini of the night two kids passed in front of my living room window hand in hand pushing a stroller holding a bright faced toddler chortling away. They had to be sixteen or seventeen and happier in love than at thirty-two years old I have ever experienced or even come close to. I had not realized I was crying until I felt Malichai’s hands on my shoulders from behind.

“You ok Sweets?” I had missed him for the week and a half he was in New York settling his affairs. But just then, I was fuming on the verge of boiling mad. His hands on me would normally be welcome, but tonight they felt like anvils weighing me down, anchoring me in limbo.

“Did you get everything taken care of in the city Malichai?”

“Umm yeah, the realtor gave me the check for our apartment. All of our stuff is on its way here as we speak.” He said optimistically.

“What do you mean our stuff?” I said turning to look at him confused. I had not been in New York for the better part of four years. As far as I knew I had nothing more there.

“Justine your cameras, your dark room equipment… you had some books, and clothes. You took almost nothing when you left. I put it all in storage with my stuff when I moved in w-with Edward …” His voice had crept down to a whisper. We had never spoken about my leaving New York, and we certainly never talked about why I left or what happened after.

“Ss-so, where is Edward t-h-hen?” Malichai must have made my martini stronger than normal, I could already hear my words slurring into that place every soon to be alcoholic aspires to get to. I was almost ‘right’.

“I put him in a hotel Justine.” His tone was patient, but there was a warning laying just on the surface, Malichai was headed out tonight, with Edward.

“Humm, a hotel, yes … somewhere close I’d imagine …”

“Justine, please …”

“No-no Mali … its fine … I told you to put him in a room. Y-y-you know what, I know you are just itchin to get out the door Malichai! Go, fly to him! I have writing to do anyways, just don’t slam the door when you come back, hopefully I will be asleep.” I bit out with a flourish of my hand that caused my drink to slosh over the lip of my glass. I pushed past Malachi in an atepmt to male it to my room before the tears came.

“Justine … Justine Please!”

He called to me long after I slammed my bedroom door. He didn’t dare try to enter uninvited. He may have been an insatiable trifling ass man, but he had never been one to flout basic etiquette. A couple of hours and two more very strong martinis had passed since I left Malichai to his own devises. I had not written anything.

All night long I had done nothing but drank deeply and dreamed. It was not until I flew from my bed to the bathroom across the hall to get sick that I realized Malichai had not gone out. He had sat right next to my bedroom door waiting for me while I drank the night away. As I set the Grey Goose free Malichai wet a towel and put it on the back of my neck while he smoothed my hair back.

“I-I thought you were going out …” my voice scratched out something that resembled words, but it was mostly gurgles.

“I was worried about you Justine …” he cooed.

“You were worried about little ole me? Well Don’t, I am f-fine.”

“You don’t look or sound fine Justine …” His voice was full of sympathy and concern. But all I really heard was pity, and I did not need pity.

“I admit, this is not one of my better moments, but really, I want you to go … I just want to be alone.”

He secured my hair in a ponytail holder and held my elbow as I went over to the sink to rinse my mouth. When I looked at my blood shot eyes and tear stained face in the mirror I did not recognize myself, more than that, when I looked behind my reflection to my alabaster angel, Malichai resembled a shell of the man I had once loved so much. His azure eyes were tired and held no depth, and when the corners of his mouth tried to turn up into a small smile it was as if someone was pulling on strings, forcing the gesture.

“Remember that night we walked down Madison Avenue hand in hand screaming some made up song in the snow Malichai?” I whispered lost in happier times.

“Ha, yeah, how could I forget? You bought us those huge whistles. Mine was green, and yours was orange I think, we blew and blew them after each verse of our song …”

“Yeah … but I needed to stop because I was out of breath. You wrapped your arms around me and said that you would carry me anywhere … remember?”

He gazed at my reflection in the mirror, looking as if at any moment he would cry.

“Bubbles, I remember everything …” he said on a heavy sigh.

He had not called me Bubbles in so long! It was a nick name he gave me in New York. We had been out partying and I was surrounded by a happy group of strangers, gay and straight, all vying for my attention. He said that they were drawn to my smile and bubbly manner. From that night on, I was known as Bubbles, a name I had not known since I returned to Texas.

“What has happened to us Malichai?”

“I don’t know Justine … but whatever it is, it isn’t good.” His voice trembled with melancholy.

“I should not be standing here in a cold sweat, drunk. I look like a washed out wino for God sake! I should be married now. It is 10.30, I should be sneaking into the rooms of my 2.5 children with my happy loving husband to make sure they are ok before he and I settle in to some stupid movie that we won’t even watch because we are so into each other. Instead … here I am, standing in the middle of a washroom with my bisexual ex contemplating if I would fuck him right now if given half the chance just because you are here and I haven’t got any for the past year!” I half yealled.

“Stop it Justine!”

“What Malichai have I said something wrong?”

“You are walking a thin line Justine. You should stop now and just go to bed…”

“With you Malichai? What’d ya say … wanna get a little nookie tonight, no strings attached of course …”

He set his jaw, and just when I thought my banter would crack his resolve, he took a deep breath and stepped away from me a bit.

“Justine I love you …”

With that sentence, my teeth clenched. I realized a certain anger that reached into my soul twisting and turning, burning and writhing. I realized that he was going to force me to crack before my acid words ever touched him. And since my words were not going to faze him, I figured a bottle of liquid soap would. I picked it up and chucked it at his head. He dodged my make shift weapon easily as he grabbed both my wrists and turned my body into his

“Let me go you bastard! I don’t need you to pity me and I don’t need you to love me! Let me go! Malichai please … I can’t … please just let me go”

I was sobbing now, and the intensity of our confrontation caused my buzz to wane some. He loosened his grip on my wrists and wrapped his arms tight around me as if he were attempting to hold me together.

“Shhhh Justine, it’s all right … I am so sorry, about everything. I did not want this for us, ever.”

He was crying now too as he led us out of the washroom and back to my bedroom. He sat me down gently on the bed as I sniffed the last of my tears back. Malachi sat on the floor looking up at me as I concentrated on my nervous feet.

“You don’t have to stay in here you know?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, I know Justine, I could use the company though, and Edward is just not going to fit the bill for me tonight.”

With that he reached for the bottle of Grey Goose and tipped it back taking a long drink, not seeming to mind the smooth bite the poison presented. When he offered it to me I took it happily and after about an hour had passed he and I were buzzed, talking about life and love long into the night as if we had not missed a beat at all in our relationship.

The feeling between us was much like it had been so long ago in New York. Malichai was attentive, funny, warm, and most of all, though it probably was the vodka, he seemed right at that moment to be in to me. There was no one else in the world for him, and I was ok with that. I told him my dreams again, as if it were the first time we spoke … and for the first time ever, we both shared the nightmares we had been living for the past four years we were apart.

In the end I found myself doing most of the talking and as I did my ramblings went back further than our past. Malachite sat and listened patiently as I loved every man I had loved up to him for a second time. And as I spoke, I remembered just what it was to really love Malachi, but I tried to keep it in perspective. He had broken my heart once; he would never do it again.


“Ian was my first … my fist kiss, my first dance, my first boyfriend, my first Love. God I loved that boy.”

Thinking about Ian in my drunken state threatened to bring more tears, but with another harsh swallow of vodka my tears were held at bay. Malichai still sat on the floor while I lay across the bed revisiting my past. He was content to let me talk as we drank together. He listened with genuine interest as I remembered my Ian.

Ian was shy in high school, we both had been. But somehow, we were both always surrounded by people … him the girls and me the guys. One day, he was going up the stairs as I was coming down, both of us surrounded by our respective ‘followers’ and we locked eyes as we passed each other. Even then his eyes had a profundity no teenage boy’s eyes should have. The chocolate orbs told of devastating times, but held a glimmer of hope, and a small dream that life will be good eventually. Neither of us broke the stare until we lost sight of the other. From that day on, it was my goal to find the gorgeous Polynesian with the salt and pepper hair who would not vacate my thoughts for even a second.

The day finally came months after we had first seen each other that we would meet again. I was walking through my neighborhood with a friend when Lucky, the neighborhood’s only thug at the time called to us from his game room window. He invited us in to play pool with him and his ‘boys’. As soon as I entered the room I saw Ian and time stopped. He and I did not play pool … instead we went to the backyard and talked long into the evening. From that day on we were inseparable.

Ian was the only boy of five adopted children. His second mother, the one I knew, had been a missionary in Samoa when her best friend and Ian’s first adoptive mother died of breast cancer, leaving Ian and his sister alone. Marla Philips knew she could not leave the children in Samoa; their lives would be hell with no parents. So, she brought them back to Dallas with her, adopted them and three other island girls forming the only family Ian could ever remember having.

To this day I would call Ian my soul mate, but we never had a chance in hell to make a go of it. When he and I got together, Marla was dying of the same cancer that killed her friend so long ago. The day she died I was at the house with Ian. She was so frail. Her bones stabbed through paper thin cracked skin, and her once beautiful mane had been reduced to tufts of scraggly hair growing in random spots on her be speckled scalp. Ian held her hand as he looked on her with a stone face, but I knew, with every labored breath she took, inside he too was dying.

It happened quickly. A storm had rolled in that morning. I remember screaming when a huge thunder clap rocked the house. When I calmed down, Marla was gone. Ian squeezed her hand one last time, stood, set his jaw, and asked me to leave. I was a seventeen year old girl then. I did not understand why he was so cold to me. Ian barely said two words to me at his mother’s funeral, and after, we did not speak for weeks.

I would walk past his house and see him out tending the yard, but our once starring eyes would no longer meet. I think hated him after a while. Graduation came and went, and it was not until fall the next year that Ian and I would speak again. He showed up at my mother’s door one night. I said nothing to him … just stood aside permitting him entry into the house. I thought I would scream at him, say horrible things, but instead we just held each other … until the sun rose the next day.

“S-s-o what happened Justine, after that night? You have never said anything about him before; I thought I was your first love actually …”

Malichai was now drunk too. His words came slow and stumbling, and he actually sounded miffed that my heart had belonged to another man, before him. He stood, almost toppling over and came to sit beside me on the bed. As he sat he rested his hand casually on my behind. Soon he was stroking me softly, but thinking about Ian had me in a less than amorous mood.

Uncomfortable with his attentions I made to inch away from him, but I inched much too hard and fell off the bed. I hit the wood floor hard, and decided instead of getting up, laying there would suffice for a while, besides the floor cooled my alcohol laden skin nicely. “You ok down there?” Malichai’s head popped over the side of the bed. The chuckle in his voice made it obvious he had been amused by my mishap.

“You are such an ass Malichai!” I slurred to him playfully.

“Yeah yeah … I know, and I am sorry, I will keep my hands to myself. Are you going to tell me what happened to Ian then?”

Sighing I rested my head on my arms as I lay there contemplating whether or not I wanted to go on. “Um, well, the night he came to my mother’s house I was packing for my fist trip to Europe. I was moving to Germany with relatives for a year that turned into two and a half years. Ian begged me not to go, said that we still had unfinished business. He said that he had not known how to deal with me and our relationship while he grieved for his mother. But, I was too young and too hurt to even begin to understand.”

I took another drink, this time the alcohol could not stave off my tears. They began to flow before I even knew they were there. Speaking began to get more and more difficult through my sobs. “I-I told him … um, God! I told him I would never trust him with my heart again, and to take care of himself w-while I was away. M-Malichai, I would give anything to turn the clocks back. I would do it right now, go back to that night, and tell Ian I love him endlessly. I never would leave him if I could just go back!”

Malichai had never seen me so upset. Little did he know that when I left New York behind his shenanigans I was almost committable. He came down to the floor with me and gathered me in his arms. I was so broken it was like he was picking up a sack of bones. I could not hold myself under my own weight. Reliving Ian and having Malichai back in my life was getting the better of me. I wanted to run away … to hide. I wanted right then to shut myself off, to feel nothing. Loving just hurt too badly.

Just when you think the pain will kill you, when you know you are at the threshold of your own demise, the heart beats … it carries on louder and stronger than it ever beat before mandating that it will-not-stop. No matter how many pieces it is in, it will not cease to pump life into a broken soul. My heart pounded my chest steady and true, mocking me, telling me I had my chance at love, and blew it with my own infantile ego. It let me know, with each beat, that under no uncertain circumstances, it beat alone, and would beat alone indefinitely.

“Shhh Love … it’s ok, you were so young then …”

Malichai was at a loss. All he could do is rock me in his arms as I again, like I had so many nights before, mourned the loss of my Ian. Malichai held me for the better part of an hour before I was able to compose myself enough to thank him for staying with me. I had not wanted him to. I had wanted to stay angry at him. I wanted to punish him for breaking my heart. I wanted to castigate Malichai for my loss of Ian. I wanted to burn him so badly because Ian was not there to console me, to touch me, to make love to me … I wanted to hate Malichai because he was not Ian.

But I couldn’t punish him, not right then, I needed him too much. I needed his arms around me, and his kisses in my hair. I needed him right then to be my light and my hope, to tell me that this too shall pass. In the end Ian or no Ian, right then I needed Malichai to be my saving grace.

Eric walked slowly into the river, careful not to slip on the slippery rocks. He had been looking forward to bath all week after hunting all week. His shorts laid over some rocks, warming up for when he got out. He dived into the centre of the river, it easily being 2 meters deep. He bathed for roughly half an hour then he got out and laid on the grass, letting himself drip dry. He could feel a warm breeze, the grass under him, soft and now wet, he was perfectly comfortable and fell asleep.

He dreamed of his fiancé, Sarah, her black hair wet, clinging to her body, her eyes drawing him in, her boobs perfect, they were the biggest from his village, she wore a green dress made of leaves. She started to giggle and Eric woke up, he could still hear Sarah’s giggles, he looked where they were coming from, and across the river was his 23 year old fiancé, who was born on the same day as him, and his 21 year old sister, Rose, who was facing to the side, his fiancé facing away from him. Rose’s blonde hair reached down to the middle of her and she had blue eyes almost identical to his eyes, his blonde hair was short. They both were completely naked, his cock now hard, at 21 cm. He could see his sisters medium sized breasts, not for the first time since females in their village usually wore skirts alone. He knelt behind a large rock that was in the shallow of the water, he peaked around it, not wanting to be caught spying on his sister and fiancé.

They picked up some clothes from their house, Eric’s and Sarah’s house, but they let Rose stay because children had to move out of their parent’s home at the age of 20. They washed them while they talked, but they were too far and the river made too much noise for him to hear them. He tried to walk forward but slipped on a rock, falling back wards, slamming his whole body onto rocks and he got knocked out.

Eric awoke in the same spot, but now it was dark and he had a giant headache. He stood up and found that the girls were gone. He walked over to his clothes, putting on his brown shorts and his vambrace, armour for the fore arm, which was usually used for armour but within the village it was used to identify status. His was leather showing that he was a hunter.

He walked back to the village, his stomach growled. He knocked on his door ten minutes after he had left the river, Sarah answered the door. She had her hair was braided and over her shoulder, her skin shined lightly with a magical foundation that Eric had brought her. Her left nipple pierced with a dragon’s bone, which is the equivalent of a engagement ring to us, a dragon bone being the same as a big diamond ring, while other males may only use salamander or sea serpent bones, but Eric was one of the best hunters in the village and he knew how to hunt dragon, for if a male wanted to marry, he had hunt the animal, bring it back to the village and the village would feast on it while one of the bones would be kept for the fiancé’s nipple.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” Eric told her before he kissed her passionately. When he withdrew he found Sarah with a giant grin on her face.

“Where have you been, my sweet?” Sarah asked.

“I fell asleep at the river,” he explained. He walked into the house grabbing her hand, he took her into the kitchen and sat her onto the table, kissing her again. He let go of her and grabbed some meat from a plate that was on the bench, he thanked Sarah for leaving it out for him, she just nodded and let him eat.

He finished not long after and started kissing Sarah again, grabbing one of her right breast. She pushed him off, grabbing his hand, pulling him up their wooden stairs, past his sister’s door and into their room, closing the door behind them. He let her push him onto the bed, she crawled on to him, kissing his chest, getting higher to his mouth. He was hard soon, Sarah felt it and smiled. She got off and pulled down his pants and her skirt.

Eric tried to get up but found he couldn’t, he continued to try and get up, but found he could not move any of his body, except his head. Sarah seen the shock on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, panic in her voice.

“I can’t move my body,” Eric answered.

“What? Don’t joke around”

“I’m not!” he yelled.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Go get my sister to help,” Eric said (His sister was the apprentice of the village healer).

She left and Eric heard her knock on her door, no answer. “Go find her, she is probably with Gina (the village healer),” he yelled.

Sarah rushed back in, put her skirt on and kissed Eric, “Don’t worry, I will be back as soon as possible” and she ran out.

He laid there, worried about what would happen if he could not be able to provide for Sarah. After five minutes of worrying, he started to get a headache, he rubbed his head with his hands, then realised he could move again. He sat up with a giant smile on his face, he put on his pants and ran out, finding the girls going through the front door.

Sarah looked up the stairs, “I knew you were joking!” she yelled at him.

“I wasn’t joking,” he replied. He ran down the stairs and hugged her.

“Well, I need to get back to Gina, Earl (town baker) is really sick. See you when I get home,” she told them.

They both nodded their goodbyes and closed the door behind her. “Want to continue?” Eric asked.

Sarah looked at him with a frown but eventually agreed. They went back upstairs, taking their clothes off at the stairs, kissing the rest of the way to the room. He went back to the same position, laying on the bed. She kissed him, rubbing her breast against him. His boner came back, standing between Sarah’s legs. Once again, he realised he could not move, “Sarah, I can’t move again!” he said with shock.

“Oh what ever,” she responded as she put the dick’s head to her pussy. He forgot what he was saying as she lowered herself onto him. He loved the feel of her around his cock, as she bounced up and down, her boobs jiggling. She started to play with her nipples, closing her eyes, pleasure flowing through the both of them. She had an orgasm, tensing around his cock. She continued to bounce, the bed squeaking with each bounce. Eric tensed and cumed inside his fiancé. She smiled, laying down on him. She kissed him, his cock softened, he wrapped his arms around her. Then he realised, “I think it’s only when my cock gets hard that I become paralyzed”, he explained to Sarah.

“This again?” she started.

“I am being serious!” he said.

She could hear in his voice that he was, “Well, do you want to see if it still happens tomorrow and if it does, we will tell Gina?” Sarah asked.

He nodded. They hugged for a couple of minutes then went to sleep.

The next morning they woke up together and went got their breakfast. They ate breakfast in silence then Eric collect the dishes and went to put them on the bench. He heard Sarah gasp, he turned quick, “What?” he asked.

“Your back, it’s covered with bruises”

He remembered slipping on the rocks the day before. “Oh, I slipped yesterday, I fell on my back, getting knocked out, that’s why I was late,” he explained.

Sarah wore worry on her face, she got up and hugged him, “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Well, I did not think it important and… never mind,” he started.

“What?” she pleaded.

“Well I slipped behind a rock, which I was behind because I was spying on you yesterday as you cleaned the clothes.”

Sarah thought about is and then smiled.

“You hid because you saw your sister’s pussy?”

“Yes,” he said embarrassed.

Sarah grinned, then laughed. “When did you slip?”

“The last thing I remember was you starting to wash the clothes.”

Sarah noticed that his dick was twitching. “You were spying on us because you wanted to see her pussy?”

“No! I just wanted to hear you and I always love seeing my sister and fiancé.”

“So there is no way you were looking at these,” she said, pulling off her skirt, throwing it onto the the table.

Eric stood there, staring at it, then looked at Sarah, she jumped forward, kissing and hugging him. “Your so silly but I love you for it. Do you want to know what we were saying?” she asked between kisses.

They stopped kissing, Eric answered, “Yeah”.

“She was saying she has never seen a cock yet and then I asked her if she would want to see your’s. She said yes and I told her I would try and arrange it, even if I made it look like an accident” she explained. Eric kissed her then fell to the ground, “Told you that it happened when I got hard.”

Sarah gasped, bending down to help him. After a view minutes of talking, he could move again. “You stay here, I will go get Gina,” she told him. She put on her skirt and ran off.

Eric got up and walked over to a chair. He waited there, for five minutes before Sarah got back, telling him, “They will be here in about an hour, I did not tell them what was wrong, just that you needed to see her”

“Okay,” he said, smiling at the one he loved.

They sat in the kitchen, talking and having tea. An hour later Gina knocked on the door. Eric opened the door for Gina and his sister. They walked into the reading room, with a wall with shelves from one side of the room to the other, books almost over flowing from the shelves. They sat and Sarah offered Gina and Rose tea, only Gina accepted.

“Um, well…” Eric started then stopping.

“You can tell me whatever you want Eric, it will just stay between us four, I promise.” she insured him.

“Well can I show you something instead of telling you?” he said, now really embarrassed.

Gina nodded, Eric looked towards his sister first then to Sarah. He let himself get hard, then he fell to his side, unable to move. Gina got up, kneeling at Eric’s side, Rose behind her. “What just happened?” she asked.

“When ever my, um, cock gets hard, I can’t move my body.”

“What? What happened to cause this?” she asked.

“I was at the river yesterday, I was walking out of the river and slipped on my back,” he explained.

Gina looked over him at his back, finding his bruises. “Wow, well I have never heard of this happening but sometimes when a male breaks his spine his cock will get hard unintentionally, but this, this is the complete opposite. I think I might be able to fix it, hopefully it is the same as healing a broken spine. But I have none of the magical plant that is used to heal spines at the moment but I have some on order, it should be here in a week or two. You are going to have to wait until then.” she explained.

He was able to move again and he sat up. “Can people with broken spines feel with their bodies, because I can still feel with my body while paralysed.”

“I am going have to study this, I want you at my house once a day until I heal you,” she told him.

“Okay,” he said with a nod.

“Be careful, you don’t want to stop working while going down some stairs and hurt your self more. Come see me tomorrow, mid-day” she told him.

With that she got up and left, Rose walked behind her, Eric realised she was blushing.

Eric got up and sat back on the chair, Rose came back in, “She said I can have the rest of the day off to watch you and make sure your okay,” Rose explained.

“Okay. Well, I might go lay in my bed,” he told them.

They helped him up the stairs to make sure he did not fall, which he thought crazy, what would he get hard over while walking to his bed. They left him in his room, the two of them went back downstairs to make lunch. He picked up the book he was reading from his bed side table.

Half an hour later he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he put down his book, his fiancé carried a tray with 3 plates of food on it, his sister carried a jug of juice and 3 cups. They sat on either side of him, with easily enough room, and Sarah gave a plate to each of them and they had a little picnic in the bed. When they finished the food and drinks, Sarah put the plates, cups, tray and jug to the side of the room, Rose didn’t move. Sarah walked to the end of the bed, Rose held her hand out and Sarah helped her up, they were both now standing at the end of the bed.

Sarah bent down and pulled off Rose’s dress, Rose did the same for Sarah.

“What are you two doing?” Eric asked.

“Well we figured, if you can’t move, we could do anything we want to you,” Sarah explained while crawling up the bed, she continued, “and I told her about what you were doing at the river and we thought it fair that she seen you dick as well, maybe even try your dick out a little.”

It was too late, he was all ready hard and unable to move. “I didn’t want to have sex with her, just to see her, she can see me I don’t mind, but not sex” he begged.

“Too late,” Sarah said.

Rose crawled between his legs and pulled off his pants, revealing to her the first dick she had seen. She bent down and started kissing it and sucking his balls. Sarah kissed Eric, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Remember, don’t let him cum until we are both done, or he will get soft and be able to move,” Sarah told Rose. Rose nodded and continued to suck his balls. Sarah sat on the top of Eric’s chest, “Lick me” she commanded Eric. Eric convinced himself that if he was going to be forced to do this, he might as well go with the flow, so he started to lick up her juices. He felt Rose stop, but a few seconds later he felt her slide herself onto him, putting his dick all the way in, with only a little resistance. Rose pulled Sarah back so that Sarah was leaning on her but her pussy was still at Eric’s mouth. Rose grabbed Sarah’s breasts and they started kissing, Eric could see their tongues wrestle.

He continued to lick his fiancé, more and more juice collecting on him.

Sarah got off him, Eric now no longer having to lick, he rested his head on the bed, enjoying the feel of his sister’s pussy. Sarah sat back down on Eric, now facing Rose, sitting much closer to her. Sarah played with one of Rose’s breast, using her other hand to masturbate herself. Rose used both hands to play with Sarah’s breasts, they both continued kissing, every so often Rose would slide up and down Eric’s cock.

After five minutes of this Sarah got up and sat on the floor leaning on the wall, “Your turn to have him to yourself, but let him cum in me” she said as she started to masturbate and play with a breast.

Rose laid down onto her brother, kissing him, he kissed back. She started to go faster, moving up and down his dick, she enjoyed the warmth and the pleasure from his dick. Eric loved the feel of her pussy, not as much as Sarah’s, but it was new and tight. She started to move faster, she sat up on his cock, leaning on his chest with one hand, her other hand playing with her nipples. She had an orgasm, not her first, but it was so much better than any that she had given herself. She continued to move up and down on his rod, slowly going faster. Juices covered Eric, he could taste the juices of Sarah.

He was almost ready to cum, Rose stopped and slid off his dick and up to his mouth to go into the same position Sarah was in a view minutes earlier. Eric started licking, more juices added to his mouth, he felt Sarah sit on him, sliding onto his dick. She pulled Rose back, kissing her and playing with her breasts as she slid up and down Eric’s dick. She started moving fast, she tensed from an orgasm making Eric cum into her pussy. Sarah sat on his dick, letting it go soft inside her. Eric continued to lick Rose and started to play with her breasts. She continued to kiss Rose, now playing with her own breasts while Eric played with Rose’s. Eric realised that Rose was having an orgasm and then he got squirted on by Rose, juices now covering his face.

Rose and Sarah got off him and laid next to him like they were before. Eric took turns kissing each of them. They stopped after a while and went down to start getting their dinner, all three of them naked.

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