Yes

Eris has no reason to distrust Brandon. To her, Brandon is like a dependable older brother.

As they make their way to the hideaway, Brandon tries to compose his thoughts. 'What the hell happened to Eris? Just yesterday she was a scrawny kid with barely any meat on her bones. Now she'd give the hottest model in my mags a run for their money.'

"Say, Riri. So how did this," he makes a circular motion at his chest, " happen?"

"I dunno. I just woke up this morning and I looked like this."

"I see."

Brandon decides he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and question it further. He has seduced a fair number of girls before, with a combination of his good looks and status, and he could sense it. Eris' body was just begging for a good dicking, even if she herself was not yet aware of the fact.

As soon as they reach the hideaway, a small abandoned shack the trip discovered on one of their adventures, Brandon wastes no time in pulling her onto his lap, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other dives under her dress. He is surprised to find that not only is she wearing no panties but her cooch is pleasantly moist.

"Ahaha! Brandon, what are you doing?" Eris laughs as she wriggles against him, under the impression that this is some kind of roughhousing play. "Don't tickle me there!"

Brandon lets out a groan as her ass massages his erection, sandwiching it between her prodigious cheeks. He brings his lips to her neck and licks it, tasting the salty-sweet tang of her sweat.

Eris giggles and tries to push him away. "Heyyy you know my neck is sensitive!"

In the ensuing scuffle, Eris ends up facing Brandon, her tits pressing against his muscular chest, her bare pussy rubbing against his clothed erection. Her face is flushed and she pants from exertion. The air in the shack is hot and heavy.

As if in a trance, Eris runs her hands over Brandon's body. 'Wow, he has such nice muscles. So firm, so strong. And he smells so good.'

She buries her face in his neck and inhales deeply, her body shuddering as his musk addles her brain. 'I want... No, I need it...'

Like a predator eyeing its prey, she slides her body downwards until she is on her haunches, her eyes level with Brandon's crotch. His pants are tenting outwards, straining at the seams to contain his erection. Eris licks her lips as she slowly unbuttons his pants, letting his monster spring free.

Again the voice rises unbidden at the back of her mind.

Body- 9/10. Strong. Powerful. Has the stamina to go multiple rounds.

Penis- 9/10. 9 inches. Thick and veiny. Wicked curve, sure to hit some good spots.

Balls- 9/10. Heavy and virile. His essence is worth milking.

Eris feels her stomach growling. Or is it her womb? All she knows is that she hungers for the near-perfect cock in front of her.