His 'perfect' brother needs a remaster

Randy’s afterglow lasted about thirty seconds.

A hard fist hammered the door.

“Randy! Open the fucking door! You’ve been in there forever and I need my charger!” Nick’s voice came through sharp and impatient, the same condescending snap he always used. “Mom and Dad said you were supposed to be out here helping, not hiding like a loser!”

Savannah made a soft unhappy sound against Randy’s chest. Bella’s hand tightened on his cock like she wasn’t ready to let go.

“Stay here,” Randy muttered, already sliding out from between them. “Don’t make a sound.”

He dragged his jeans back on, shoved his shirt over his head, and palmed the remote. The plastic was still warm. One deep breath, then he cracked the door just wide enough to slip into the hallway.

It seemd his brother was there in a faded hoodied with his arms crossed and that familiar superior scowl already loaded. “About time. What the hell were you doing in there, jerking off to your little cartoon sluts again? You smell like—”

Randy didn’t let him finish. He stepped back, opened the door wider, and jerked his chin. “Come in a second.”

Rolling his eyes at Randy, Nick shoved past him. “This better be quick. Some of us actually have a future instead of rotting in—”

The door clicked shut behind them.

Randy lifted the remote and pointed it at his brother’s chest.

Nick’s mouth opened. “Is that a TV remo—”

The beam hit him square.

Light swallowed Nick from the ground up. The hoodie split and vanished. Shoulders stayed broad, then packed on hard muscle. A tiny waist cinched in above a carved six-pack. Hips flared wide and an ass rounded out high and thick. Hair exploded down her back in long, glossy blonde waves. Her face softened into something stunning. high cheekbones, heavy lashes, full wet-looking lips, sharp green eyes. Melon-heavy breasts swelled into a tight navy sports bra until the fabric strained. Matching navy bottoms clung to her hips like a thong, leaving those thick thighs and that deep tan on full display. Gold hoops appeared in her ears. Makeup settled in like it had always been there. When the glow died, the woman standing in the middle of Randy’s room looked like a magazine cover that had walked off the page, stacked, jacked, and built to be stared at.

The newly formed bombshell blinked once. Then her eyes found Randy and stayed there like they’d been locked on.

“Oh,” she breathed. Her voice was lower, silkier, still carrying that sharp intelligence underneath. “There you are.”

Randy’s throat worked. “Nick?”

A slow, filthy little smile curved those perfect glossy lips. “Nicole,” she said, like she was tasting the name. “Nicole Vale.” She took one step closer, then another, those huge tits shifting in the tight navy sports bra, that fat muscular ass swaying like it had been made to be watched. “And you… you’re Randy.”

She stopped close enough that her breasts mashed against his chest, warm and heavy. One manicured hand slid up his shirt and rested over his heart. The other dragged down his stomach and cupped him through his jeans, squeezing like she already owned what she found there.

“I don’t know why I walked in here,” Nicole murmured, calm and precise even while her nipples visibly tightened against the thin fabric. “I just know the second I saw you my whole body lit up.” She stroked him through the denim, slow and shameless. “You’re the only man I want. The only one I’m ever going to want. That’s not a question, baby. That’s just fact. I’m already wet for you. Already thinking about how you’d feel in my mouth. Already yours.”

From the bed came a rustle of sheets. Savannah pushed up on her elbows, still naked, still leaking. A low appreciative whistle slipped out of Bella.

One glance was all Nicole gave them before those green eyes locked back on Randy like the rest of the room had stopped mattering.

“I can smell what you were doing in here,” she said. “I don’t care that they got you first. I’m smarter than both of them put together and I’m already wetter than I have any right to be just from standing this close to you.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Full glossy lips sealed over his in a wet, hungry kiss, a moan spilling into his mouth like she’d been waiting for it. One hand stayed on his chest. The other squeezed him through the denim, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down.

The kiss broke just long enough for her to look up at him, eyes half-lidded. Then she dropped straight to her knees.

One hard tug dragged his jeans down. His cock sprang free and those manicured fingers wrapped around it like she already knew the size of him. “Fuck,” she breathed, stroking him once before dragging her tongue from the base to the head. “You taste even better than you look.”

Full glossy lips stretched around his shaft as she sank down, wet and tight, until her nose brushed his stomach. She held him there a second, throat working, then pulled back with a slick pop and immediately went down again, sucking hard. The navy sports bra strained around her huge tits as she bobbed. One hand pumped what she couldn’t swallow. The other gripped his thigh like she was claiming him.

From the bed, Savannah swore under her breath. Bella sat forward, watching.

Those green eyes never left him. Every time she took him deeper she moaned around his cock, spit running down her chin and over those melon-heavy breasts. She sucked like she’d been built for it—smart enough to read every twitch in his hips, hungry enough not to stop.

A wet pop broke the seal just long enough for her to gasp, “Use my mouth, Randy. Don’t be gentle.” Then those glossy lips wrapped around him again and she took him to the back of her throat.

His hand found all that long blonde hair and she moaned like that was exactly what she wanted. The first thrust made her choke in the best way. The next one she took anyway, throat stretching, spit dripping onto the navy sports bra. Even when her eyes watered she kept them locked on his. Cheeks hollowed. One hand pumped the base. The other squeezed his balls like she was milking him on purpose, wet filthy sounds filling the room while she let him fuck her mouth.

It was too good. Too wet. Too tight. Too hungry.

“Fuck—Nicole—”

Feeling Randy swell in ehr mouth Nicole him doubled down, slamming her mouth all the way down and swallowing around the head. Randy came hard, pumping rope after rope straight down her throat. Nicole didn’t pull off. She gulped it all, greedy little sounds catching in her throat as she drank every drop, throat working until he was twitching and spent.

Only then did she ease back, lips swollen and shining, a thin string of spit still connecting her mouth to his cock. She licked him clean, swallowed once more, and looked up at him with a satisfied, wrecked little smile.

“All of it,” she said, voice hoarse and pleased. “Every drop. And I still want more.”