She is slipping

Janice’s thoughts had stopped being quiet days ago.

They ran constantly now, hot and sticky and impossible to shut off.

He’s naked again. He’s just walking around the house with his cock out like it’s normal. Like I’m not even here. Or like I am here and he wants me to look. Fuck, of course I looked. It’s right there. Thick and heavy and still a little wet from the shower and I can still feel where it brushed my thigh this morning—hot, damp, that little smear he left on my skin like it didn’t mean anything. Why did I freeze like that? I looked like an idiot. A horny idiot. They all saw. Lila was smiling. Maya bit her lip. Sadie straight-up squeezed her legs together. They know. Of course they know. I’ve never been able to hide anything in my life. My face is a fucking billboard. They can probably smell it on me.

She sat on the edge of the guest bed, thighs pressed so tightly together that the damp fabric of her shorts was starting to feel cold. The crotch was dark. She could feel her cunt lips stuck to the cloth, slick and swollen, every tiny shift making her clit drag against the seam.

They’re fucking him. They have to be. The way Lila sits on his lap and just… stays there, like his cock is a chair. The way Maya touches him whenever she wants—hand on his chest, fingers around his shaft, casual as passing the salt. Sadie grabbed his cock right in front of me like she was saying hello. Wrapped her whole hand around it. Stroked once. And he let her. He didn’t even blink. He looked at me while she did it. I think he liked that I was watching. God, I liked that I was watching. I can still feel how wet I got. I’m still wet. I’ve been wet since I walked through the front door. My shorts are ruined. If I stood up right now there’d be a spot on this comforter and they’d all see that too.

She dragged both hands down her face and groaned into her palms.

I told them years ago that I thought it was hot. The brother thing. Sisters sharing him. I was drunk and stupid and I never expected them to actually… do it. And now I’m sleeping under the same roof while they walk around with open robes and no panties and let him put his hands wherever he wants. I saw Lila’s cunt this morning. Just there. Shaved or smooth or whatever, shiny, and she didn’t close her legs when she caught me looking. Maya bent over the fridge and I got the whole view. Sadie sat on the counter with her knees open like she wanted me to stare at the same pink I used to pretend I wasn’t thinking about. He pressed his cock against my ass in the pantry. On purpose. It had to be on purpose. Hard. Thick. He held it there, right in the cleft, and I felt it throb. I pushed back. I fucking pushed back like a bitch in heat and then pretended I didn’t. He felt it. He had to feel it. He could have pulled my shorts down two inches and been inside me.

Her cunt clenched around nothing at the memory. A fresh pulse of slick soaked through the fabric. She squeezed her thighs harder and it only made it worse.

I want him to do it again. I want him to do worse. I want him to pull my shorts down and push it inside me right in front of them so they can see how easy I am for it—how fast I’d take their brother’s cock after years of jerking off to the idea of it. I want the three of them to hold me open and tell me this is what I get for spending years fantasizing about fucking my friends’ brother. I want Lila’s hand on my mouth. Maya spreading my cunt. Sadie laughing while he sinks in. I want to be the next one they pass around. I want him to come in me and then have them take turns licking it out. I want—

She cut the thought off with another frustrated noise and flopped backward onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes and an expression that would have told every single person in the house exactly how far gone she already was. One hand had already slipped under her shorts. She wasn’t even pretending she wasn’t doing it. Two fingers found her clit, then lower, sliding through the mess, pushing into a cunt that was dripping for a cock that wasn’t hers.

Three more days. I have to survive three more days without climbing into his lap myself. Or onto one of the girls. Or both. Without getting on my knees in the kitchen and opening my mouth like Sadie does. Without asking them to watch. Fuck. I’m not going to make it. They’re going to look at my face and know I came thinking about their brother’s cum leaking out of me. They’re going to know I want to be the family toy.

Her fingers didn’t stop. The guest bed was already going to smell like her. She didn’t care.