Dean's Need is Dire

I continue to bob my head smooth and slow, feeling Dean's fingers against me, but his movements are hurried, desperate. He doesn't want to hurt me, or worse be an ass, considering how long we've known each other. Yet he also has a dire need.

Dean skips one finger and goes immediately for two, driving them inside me. Scissoring his middle and forefinger to open me faster and further, I can hear his other hand on his cock. The fast, swift schlck! of a hand spreading lubricant onto meat.

The two fingers inside me pump fast, hard, a silent communication of desperate urgency. I don't make a sound, even as he aligns his crown and swiftly swaps his fingers for his cock. I arch my spine and flex my legs, trying to cooperate with him.

I want to let him know I am not mad. I understand. He has needs, and those needs are driving him to desperation, and to a level of distraction. He's always been a cool big brother to be around, Amy's biggest supporter alongside me, for hypnosis.

I close my eyes, forcing myself to maintain my own pace and silence, as his hands grip my hips. His slam into mine as hard as he dares, while avoiding going so hard he makes a sound. Amy's rules are ironclad and she won't be amused if he's loud.

He and I have always been allies, Amy's two staunchest supporters in her hypnosis aspirations. Him hammering my ass, at the moment, doesn't really shift anything, for me. It's simply a new layer for our alliance, deepening the allied connection.

“Raise your hips, fag,” Amy murmurs, delivering two hard new strikes to my ass with her foot, forcing me to arch as she's commanded. Every muscle tenses to force myself to remain utterly silent, even as I arch harder, raising my hips for Dean.

Dean's rhythm is not the measured rate of a man in control. It has the frantic and chaotic vibe of a man whose cock is in a state of such intense arousal it hurts. I've been there, before, so hard that I felt like if I didn't masturbate it would explode.

Amy maintains one hand on my head, her fingers curling, massaging my scalp as Dean uses my ass. His thrusts are swift, harsh, and urgent. I know he won't last long, It is an expression of his sublime trust in his little sister that he's even here.

Amy could easily cuckold him, humiliate and shame him, for how fast this will be over, for him. She's not that kind of lady, which is part of why I adore her. There's no universe in which Amy would humiliate or debase her brother for his needs.

His hips snap forward into mine, struggling to avoid slamming into my hard enough to create a cracking sounds with hips smacking my ass. I can feel his heart, hot already, and I can feel every muscle in his body, so taut I almost hurt for him.

If my mouth were empty, and I were allowed to talk, I'd be begging him to hurry up, to fill me. Instead, I must remain at an absolute level of total silence, so Amy's reading is not disturbed. I bob my head slow, holding onto her firmly for leverage.

I refuse to let Dean's need ruin her reading by making me jerk back and forth between them so hard she drops her book. Dean's promise is to keep quiet, but my job is preserve Amy's relaxation. I move so much she drops her book, that's on me.

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