Option 2: Bros before hoes

Bros before hoes. Ned might be a certified loser nerd, but he’s still your best friend. Sure, jealousy burns in your gut knowing he lost his virginity before you, and yeah, a part of you does want to fuck Molly’s brains out. But betraying a friend like this? You can’t do it.

“We can’t. This isn’t fair to Ned,” you say, turning Molly down.

Molly’s face falls, her disappointment written all over her. “Ned doesn’t need to know. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

You shake your head firmly. “It’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me, I do. But I can’t screw my best friend’s girlfriend behind his back, especially while he’s lying in a hospital bed with an allergic reaction.” Then, as a half-joke-half-not, you add, “If Ned were here, maybe we could’ve done a threesome. Joining in wouldn’t feel like betrayal.”

Molly pauses, then smirks. “Fine. When Ned’s out of the hospital, I’ll convince him. A threesome it is.” She still looks disappointed, but she doesn’t give up.

A few days later, after Ned’s released from the hospital, he approaches you, looking sheepish. “So, um, Molly wants to open up our relationship,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “And since you’re my best friend, and, uh, you’re still a virgin, I thought maybe we could, you know, do a threesome with you.”

You feign shock, even though you saw this coming. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I am,” Ned insists, oblivious to Molly’s prior conversation with you. “In fact, she’s the one who suggested it. She even said your name.”

“Okay,” you say, pretending to mull it over. “Sure. If you’re both cool with it, I guess I’m in.”

The following weekend, you find yourself hosting another sleepover. Only this time, it’s not just movies and video games on the agenda. It’s you, Molly, and Ned, together.

The house is empty except for the three of you, so things escalate quickly. You head to the bedroom, stripping down with anticipation. Molly keeps her glasses on, a sly smile playing on her lips. She purrs, “Hey, John, can you help me with my panties?”

“Sure,” you say, your voice steady even as your pulse quickens. You kneel down and slide her panties off, the fabric slipping easily down her smooth legs, revealing her pussy to you. She giggles, clearly enjoying the attention, while her boyfriend stands off to the side, awkward and unsure of where to look.

"I've always wanted to compare your dicks," Molly teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief, clearly very excited to have two naked guys in the bedroom with her. But honestly, can you blame her? Wouldn't you feel the same if the roles were reversed and you had two naked girls for yourself?

You and Ned exchange an awkward glance, the reality of the situation sinking in. You’ve been best friends since childhood, but you never imagined you’d see each other naked like this. The comparison isn’t subtle either. Molly takes your cock in one hand, and Ned's in the other, and starts massaging them.

You’re, ahem, noticeably better endowed than Ned. At around seven inches, you’re nothing monstrous, but respectable, especially for a white guy. Ned, on the other hand, struggles to reach three and a half inches at best. It’s not hard to see why Molly’s eyes might wander.

The differences don’t stop there. Ned’s body is soft and flabby, his belly rounding out in a way that screams "too many Doritos and Mountain Dews, and not enough exercise." You, meanwhile, are more fit. Not shredded or anything, but lean and toned, definitely a step up.

Molly doesn’t bother hiding her excitement, her gaze flicking between the two of you with a satisfied grin. For her, this is fun. For you and Ned? It’s a strange mix of excitement, awkwardness, and arousal.

You and Ned spitroast Molly. She sucks your dick while he fucks her from behind. Ned barely lasts a few minutes before he’s completely spent, leaving you to carry the torch. Despite the excitement of your first time, getting your dick sucked, and the fact that it’s with your best friend’s girlfriend, you manage to last longer, fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination.

Eventually, you finish on her face, and she eagerly licks it clean, swallowing every drop with a satisfied grin. “Want to fuck my pussy next?” she asks, her voice dripping with desire.

You nod, more than willing to oblige, as soon as you’re ready to go again. Ned, meanwhile, lies off to the side, still trying to catch his breath, looking more like an observer than an active participant.

It suddenly hits you, Ned fucked her pussy first and came inside only a while ago, so her pussy is still wet and sloppy with his cum. You're diving into the mess he left behind, getting literal sloppy seconds!

But instead of disgust, the thought weirdly excites you. The wet, sloppy sensation of her pussy feels even better, a forbidden thrill coursing through you as you skinny-dip in your best friend’s leftovers, using his cum as lube, right in the depths of his girlfriend’s pussy.

You and Ned? You’re officially Eskimo brothers now. Or tunnel buddies. Hah!

“Inside!” Molly begs, her voice **** and demanding. You oblige without hesitation, rougher and harder than Ned could ever manage, driving into her with everything you’ve got. When you finally finish inside her pussy, it’s with a load bigger and heavier than anything Ned could’ve hoped to leave.

And that’s just the beginning.

The weekend stretches on and you keep going at it, again and again. By the time it’s over, you’ve finished inside her twice as many times as Ned ever could.

This becomes your new routine, the three of you going at it whenever the opportunity presents itself. Weekends, late nights, at school.

You even try double vaginal penetration, her pussy stretched by both of your cocks together. Molly loves it, but you feel awkward - your dick rubbing with Ned's, as you come together, your cum mixing together before flowing into Molly's womb.

It’s a wild, secret fling that carries on right up until graduation. Then Molly drops the bombshell. “I’m pregnant,” she says, her tone excited

“Shit! What are we gonna do?” you blurt out, your mind racing.

You can’t help but wonder whose baby it is. Ned technically went first, but you’ve had way more sessions, and, well, let’s just say, you’ve contributed a lot more baby batter. It’s impossible to be sure until the baby is born.

A part of you hopes it’s Ned’s, just so he’s the one stuck with the responsibility, and the child support payments.

But another part of you feels the primal urge for it to be yours.

The idea of spreading your genes, of winning the unspoken competition between you and Ned, stirs something deep inside.

But is that really worth the responsibility?

For now, though, all you can do is wait.

Branch split: who's baby is it?

Option 1: It's yours.

Option 2: It's Ned's.