Dean [ Big Brother ]

For about an hour, my mouth moves in a silence only periodically interrupted by the sound of Amy turning a page in her book. I bob slow, and she doesn't correct me, her hand simply remains nestled in my hair, resting on the top of my head.

Then, a delicate knock on the door, one, two-three, one, before the door pushes open, and I hear the voice of Amy's 28-year-old brother, Dean. “Hey, Amy, I ... whoa! Hey, Nico! Oh, wait, you were reprogrammed recently, now, weren't you?”

“Dean!” Amy interjects, “What do you want?” I don't answer Dean, I simply continue to move my mouth up and down on Amy's cock, sucking in silent reverence. She may be my best friend, but she's also my owner, and she reprogrammed me.

I'm thankful for it, as I know my place in the world, now, and how I fit into it. I bob my head slowly, sucking softly on her cock, focused utterly on her meat in my mouth. Dean leans against the doorframe, holding the door against his other side.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your ... ?” he starts, glancing to me, then back to her. Amy groans and rolls her eyes as she rests the back of her book against my bobbing head. She jerks her head at me, as I continue to simply suck her cock.

“No. Dude, I'm using the faggot right now,” she replies firmly. I don't moan, as I grind my tongue along her underside, and Amy offers no response to it. I can tell she's enjoying my mouth, though, as she hasn't stopped me, and I don't need more.

“Maybe I could use the other end, at least?” he prompts, “C'mon, I'm really hard, here.” Amy groans and I can imagine her rolling her eyes at her brother's insistence. I listen attentively, but my lips remain latched to her shaft, and I bob, slowly.

“Ugh,” she grumbles, “I don't want your naked dick on my bed, Dean ... ugh, you're too old to be pouting at me like that ... FINE. BUT. ONLY if you keep fucking quiet. Do not spank my faggot. Do not speak. Do not moan. ZERO sound from you.”

“You're trying to read,” Dean replies cooperatively, “I get it. I'll be quiet. Er, where's your lubricant?” She pulls her hand from my hair as she lifts her book off the top of my head. I look up as I suck, watching her point him over toward her desk.

“Not. One. Word. Dean.” She warns him firmly, staring at him over her book as I hear desk drawers opening, then closing, as he searches for it. “I mean it, Dean. Third draw down, by the way.” Amy's tone of voice is a deeply unamused one, now.

I turn my head a bit as I slide my mouth up and down the length of Amy's shaft, so I can see Dean. I see him staring at her, bringing a hand to his mouth, making a twisting motion with two fingers at his lips, as if Dean is locking his mouth shut.

“You damn well better,” Amy huffs, then puts her hand back on my head, one foot still on one cheek of my ass, and brings her book back into position to read. Dean having permission to use me, I spread my legs for him, flexing a bit as I adjust.

I drape my legs over the edge of the bed from the knee down on either side, bringing my knees up so that my ass is easier to access. I hear the sound of him removing his shorts, then feel the foam mattress compress as he climbs up behind me.

I feel his hands on my thighs, caressing up to my hips, but avoiding Amy's foot on one side of my ass. He strokes, tenderly, before his hands leave, and I feel a little moisture drip onto the crease of my ass. I force myself to remain silent, bobbing.

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