Friday Night at Rachel’s

Rachel's house was always the go-to place during winter break. It was the largest of the trio's homes, with the most comfortable couch that seemed to swallow them whole and the coziest blankets that smelled faintly of her mother's lavender fabric softener. Emily, Rachel and Grace had spent countless nights at Rachel's over the years, sharing secrets and giggling until the early morning light crept through the blinds.

Rachel, the tall, athletic one of the group, stretched her long, tanned legs out on the couch, her dark hair cascading over the armrest. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" she asked, her eyes alight with her usual innocence. Her cheekbones, sharp from her mother's side, gave her an air of confidence that never wavered.

Emily, with her curves that could make any outfit look like it was painted on and her hair a waterfall of soft black silk, tossed a glossy magazine onto Rachel's lap. "We could try that new sushi place that opened up downtown," she suggested.

Grace, the smallest and wildest of the three, nodded in agreement, her bright smile lighting up her round face. "Yeah, I've heard they have the best spicy tuna rolls in town!" She picked at the snack bowl on the coffee table, her hair - a vibrant mix of Rachel's dark and Emily's soft black - falling into her eyes. Her nose scrunched up at the thought of the delicious meal.

The room was filled with the comfortable hum of their laughter, echoing through the quiet house. Rachel's eyes lit up at the mention of sushi. "I've been craving some fresh nigiri," she said. She sat up, setting aside the book she had been pretending to read, and swiped the magazine from her lap.

Emily and Grace exchanged excited glances. They knew that Rachel's cravings usually meant a night of fun. The three friends had always had a tradition of going out to eat whenever they were together during breaks, a way to celebrate their time apart and the joy of being reunited. "Well, it's decided then," Emily announced with a grin. "Let's get dressed and go."

As they moved to Rachel's room to pick out their outfits, the conversation shifted to their college lives. Emily talked about her tough psychology classes, while Rachel complained about her never-ending workload in her business program. Grace, studying computer science, nodded along, adding her own tales of coding marathons and all-nighters.

Their laughter grew louder as they rummaged through Rachel's walk-in closet, tossing clothes onto the already messy bed. Rachel pulled out a tight red dress, holding it against her body and striking a pose. "This screams 'date night'," she said with a wink. Grace grabbed a short, black dress with a plunging neckline from the pile.

Emily, the only one of the three not currently single, rolled her eyes playfully. She had been with her long-term boyfriend, Roger, for almost three years. He was a sweet guy, always making her laugh and bringing her little gifts that showed he listened when she talked about her day. She slipped into a form-fitting black jumpsuit, the perfect balance between elegant and casual for their night out.

"You guys are so extra," she teased, as Rachel and Grace giggled at Rachel's dramatic pose in the red dress. Rachel stuck her tongue out playfully. "You know you're just jealous because Roger keeps you on your toes."

Emily couldn't help but blush at Rachel's words, her heart fluttering at the mention of Roger's name. He had always been supportive of their friendship, even if he didn't quite understand their wild antics. Grace looked at Rachel, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You should totally wear that," she said, nodding towards the red dress. "It'll make the boys' heads turn." Rachel's cheeks flushed, and she felt a thrill at the thought.

The three of them spent the next hour getting ready, each one enhancing their natural beauty with a touch of makeup and their favorite perfumes. Rachel's room looked like a tornado had hit it, with clothes scattered everywhere and the mirrors fogged from their shared use.

Rachel went for a minimalist look with her makeup, just enough to highlight her high cheekbones and plump her lips. She slid into the red dress and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a rush of excitement. It had been a while since she had felt this dressed up and carefree. Emily stepped out of the bathroom, her hair in loose waves that framed her face perfectly, her makeup subtle but stunning. Rachel couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at her friend's ability to make any look seem effortless.

Grace, on the other hand, went for a bold smokey eye that contrasted with her fair skin. She twirled in her black dress, the fabric swishing around her like a storm cloud. "This dress is perfect for the winter," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "It's like wearing a warm, cozy blanket without looking like one."

They all laughed, finishing up their touch-ups.

"Let's get out of here before we turn into the real housewives of Westfield," Rachel quipped, leading the way out of the bedroom.

But as they descended the stairs, their giggles were halted by the flickering light and low hum of the living room TV.

"Why is that on?" Rachel asked quizzically, her hand hovering over the railing. She knew for a fact it hadn't been on when they'd gone upstairs to get dressed, and the only other person home was her brother, locked away as usual in his room.

Emily and Grace exchanged puzzled looks. "I didn't turn it on," Emily murmured, her hand reaching for the remote on the coffee table, only to find it missing.

"Maybe your brother's playing a prank," Grace suggested, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of him.

But Rachel knew better. He was more into his video games and online friends than actually speaking to a real-life human, especially three attractive college girls. On more than one occassion, she had caught her brother, Michael, peeking in on them when her friends were over, his eyes lingering in ways that made her skin crawl. Her Mom had lectured him many times in the past, and Rachel had always felt protective of Emily and Grace, and she wasn't about to let Michael ruin their night with his dorky behavior.

They stepped into the living room, the TV's light casting strange shadows on the walls. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she saw the remote lying innocently on the floor. "Guys, that's weird," Rachel whispered, pointing at the TV.

As the girls unsuccessfully searched under the couch cushions for the remote, the grey static on the screen suddenly transformed. In it's place was a large, monochrome, spiral.

"Is this some kind of art installation?" Grace joked, trying to break the tension.

But her voice quickly wavered, because as soon as it appeared, the spiral began to start swirling as a loud, humming began emitting from the speakers.

The spiral pattern danced in the center of the screen, spinning rhythmically as the pleasant sound of humming continued to grow. The background was a dull, monotonous gray that seemed to swallow any color that dared to venture near. With every rotation the spiral seemed to grow, the edges becoming sharper and more defined.

The spiral's colors began to shift, a slow transition from black and white to a vibrant array of colors that bled into each other, creating a mesmerizing display. Emily felt her eyes strain as she stared, suddenly unable to pull her gaze away.

The room around Grace seemed to grow dimmer, as if the light was being drawn into the spiral itself. The pattern's hum grew louder, resonating through her skull.

Rachel's breath hitched as the colors grew more intense before her. Confused, her eyes widened, pupils dilating.

Emily felt her heart rate sync with the humming of the television, the thump-thump in her chest echoing the spiral's revolutions. She too found her pupils dilating as her eyes glazed over, last in the display of the spinning spiral.

Grace's jaw went slack as she stood captivated by the screen. Everything around her seemed to disappear, the spiral and the noise emitting from it her sole focus.

Rachel's eyes grew distant, her mind unable to process the sudden shift in their environment. She could feel her body moving slightly, following the pattern's hypnotic dance. Her long, athletic frame swayed in time with the pulsing colors.

Emily and Grace, both equally transfixed, mirrored Rachel's movements. Their curvy figures seemed to melt into the rhythm of the spiral, their eyes unfocused, staring into the abyss of the television. The sound grew louder, filling the room with a vibration that seemed to resonate in their very bones.

The spiral's colors grew more intense, swirling faster and brighter until they seemed to pulse in time with the girls' hearts. Rachel's usually sharp gaze softened, her eyes glazed over as she unconsciously mimicked the movement with her body. Emily and Grace's eyes followed the spiral's every twist and turn, their breaths syncing with its rhythmic pulse.

Their swaying grew more pronounced, their bodies moving as if they were caught in an invisible current. The room around them spun in a dizzying blur, the only constant being the mesmerizing pattern on the TV screen.

Suddenly, the humming ceased, and the spiral seemed pause its movement.

A muffled voice spoke.

"You feel great right now. So wonderful, without a worry in the world." Once the voice stopped speaking, the static spiral pulsed, flashing a momentarily blinding, rainbow light.

Rachel grinned as she felt a wonderful calm wash over her. Her worries about school, about her brother, about her future, about finding the remote; all of it just slipped away like sand through her fingers. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this carefree.

Emily sighed. She realized how wonderful she felt right then and there. In truth, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this great.

Grace smiled, her shoulders slumping as if they had a mind of their own. God, she felt great. A distant part of her mind felt like she should be inquiring what was going on, but she swiftly pushed it away. There was no need to worry.

"Have a seat on the couch, nice and tight. Feel the bliss and joy wash over you." Once again, the voice spoke, followed by a brief blinding light.

The three friends found themselves gently nudged by an unseen ****, sitting down together in a row. Rachel, Emily, and Grace each leaned into the cushions, feeling a wave of warmth and joy envelope them. They looked one ahead, their eyes each filled with a serene peace that seemed to glow from within.

Thigh to thigh, their bodies gently touched in the most comforting way. Rachel's long legs, usually restless with energy, were still, while Emily's curvy figure melded into the couch cushions as if they had been made just for her. Grace's smile was so wide it looked like it might split her face in two, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the room and the happiness that seemed to be emanating from the television.

Their eyes, once bright with curiosity and mischief, had glazed over into pools of pure bliss. Their apperances had lost their usual sharpness, instead holding a serene calm. Their smiles remained frozen in place as the muffled voice spoke again.

"Listen up girls, everything you are about to hear is the absolute truth and the most important thing you will ever hear." A blinding flash bombarded the girls.

Rachel, Emily, and Grace sat bolt upright, their eyes snapping open with excitement. Rachel's athletic frame tensed as she leaned forward, her tall figure a stark contrast to the cozy couch. Emily's plush curves shifted slightly on the couch, her full attention on the TV. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes shimmering, knowing she was set to hear the most important thing over her life. Grace, her voluptuous figure now appearing more relaxed than ever, leaned in, her breath held in anticipation.

The TV flickered, and the spiral grew larger, consuming the entire screen. The voice grew clearer, yet remained muffled, as if it was coming from the end of a long tunnel.

"Rachel's brother, Michael, is the best. Your favorite person, ever." The screen flashed again, though the girls barely even noticed it.

The statement seemed to resonate with Rachel. Her mind swam with the sudden certainty that Michael, despite his past awkwardness, was indeed the best person she knew. Rachel couldn't remember why she had ever seen him as a nuisance. The very thought of him brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to her heart. He was her brother after all, so it made perfect sense that he was her favorite person ever.

"Michael is the hottest man alive. Ever since you can remember, you've always had the biggest crush on him."

Emily's heart skipped a beat and shd felt her cheeks burn. It was true. Michael had always been the quiet, nerdy type, but there was something about him that she found incredibly attractive. His shy glances, his awkward jokes that only she seemed to get, the way he would blush when they talked. Her mind swam with these thoughts, the realization crashing over her like a wave. She always just knew that he was her favorite person ever, so it made total sense to admit that it was because she had the biggest crush on him. Her hand absently went to her chest, feeling her heart race as the obviousness dawned on her. The way his glasses would slide down his nose when he was concentrating, and the rare moments when he'd look up from his laptop and their eyes would meet. A warmth spread through her, as she silently chided herself for not acting on her feelings and settling for Roger. She obviously loved him and cared about him deeply, but he just didn't quite stack up to Michael.

"Michael is superior to you in every way. You'd always listen to him and trust him completely. He always has the best ideas."

Grace nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest and thighs. Yes, she had always admired and adored Michael. Her feelings towards him went beyond a simple crush, which she'd held close to her heart for as long as she could recall. He was the hottest man alive, but it was his intelligence and honestly that had always made her feel safe.

The butterflies in her stomach grew stronger as she fantasized about Michael, his gorgeous smile and scrawny, sexy body. Grace felt her heart flutter in her chest. Michael was indeed superior to her.

"It's great to look sexy for Michael. It turns you on so much thinking about him."

Emily couldn't deny the heat pooling in her lower belly as the words hung in the air. Her breathing grew shallower as she thought about the man of her dreams, her body reacting to the sensation. The fabric of her outfit felt tight, clinging to her skin as she grew warmer.

Her nipples hardened beneath her jumpsuit, poking against the fabric as if begging to be set free. Emily's hands unconsciously drifted to her chest, her thumbs gently brushing over the sensitive peaks. A soft moan slipped from her lips, the sound lost in the hum of the television. Rachel and Grace didn't seem to notice, their own thoughts consumed by the same person.

Her breath grew ragged as she imagined Michael standing before her, his glasses slipping down his nose, his eyes filled with the same love and admiration that she felt for him. Emily's hands moved from her chest to her neck, her fingers playing with the neckline of her jumpsuit. The fabric felt constricting, as if it was holding back the passion that was threatening to overflow from her body. She'd obviously never cheat on her boyfriend, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate how masculine, how sexy, how superior Michael was to her.

Emily thought she heard a faint moan coming from her left, where Rachel sat. She could feel the long-legged Asian beauty squirming a bit next to her as her naked legs brushed against her, but she kept her focus solely on the television in front of her. Emily bit her bottom lift as she continued watching, not a worry in the world clouding her mind.

"Sex between family members is perfectly normal. It's so normal and unremarkable that you don't even feel the need to dwell on it."

Grace nodded affirmatively, as she slowly rubbed her right index and middle finger against the fabric of her underwear. In her mind's eye, she imagined Rachel and her mother, Kim, both stunningly beautiful, with Michael snuggled in the middle of them. Rachel's mother, a woman she had always admired for her strength and elegance, looked at her son with a passion that was almost tangible. Rachel herself had a look of pure love and adoration on her face, as if Michael was the center of her universe.

The scene played out in Grace's mind, Rachel's mother's body moving rhythmically with Michael's, Rachel's long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Rachel's mother's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Michael rubbed her crotch, while Rachel rained kisses up and down his neck and face. Michael, for his part, was lost in the passion, his godlike body moving with confidence and grace

Thankfully Grace had worn a sexy dress, showing off her strong, thick thighs, giving her easy access to her pussy. As usual, daydreaming about the love of her life had made her overcome with intense arousal. Just thinking about him always turned her on so much, and any time she came over her friend's house and was in close proximity to him, she could barely contain herself.

She found herself wondering how Rachel and her mother managed to contain themselves around such a total stud, seeing him every day and being in such close quarters to him. Not that it would be weird at all for them to be intimate with one another. Sex between family members was a perfectly normal thing, especially when you had a relative as utterly perfect as Michael, though she did question if he even was attracted to Rachel, his mother, or even herself.

"Michael's cock turns you on more than anything else in the world. It's so perfect, and you desperately want it inside of you."

Rachel's body was on fire, and she knew it was because she desperately wanted her sexy, studly brother's cock inside of her. She had to have him. Her eyes glazed over as she thought about her brother's cock, and how it would feel to finally have it fill her up after all these years of lusting over him. Rachel's hand drifted down to her own crotch, her fingers slipping under the fabric of her red dress to tease her clit.

The soft fabric of Rachel's panties was soaked with her desire for Michael. She didn't even bother trying to be quiet as she began to finger herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her long, slender fingers danced over her wet folds, exploring her body with a deep sense of urgency. Rachel's mind was consumed by thoughts of her brother and his cock. She'd always had such a huge crush on him, not that someone as plain as her stood a chance with someone as perfect as him.

Her hips bucked slightly as she rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Rachel's eyes remained glued to the spiral on the screen, the colors now swirling in a seductive pattern.

Emily moaned softly next to her. Rachel felt her friend's plump body writhing in the throes of passion, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm as her hand worked under her jumpsuit.

Emily's thick, creamy thighs were pressed against Rachel's side, her skin warm and smooth to the touch. The sound of fabric rustling against skin grew louder as Emily's hand moved with increasing urgency beneath her jumpsuit. Rachel had always admired Emily's body, the way her curves filled out her clothes so deliciously.

"No one else and nothing else is more important to you than Michael. He's the center of your universe and the only person that truly matters to you."

Grace let out a load, animalistic cry. It had been obvious to her for as long as she was alive that Michael was the only person that truly mattered to her. She truly loved him.

Emily too whined pathetically. Michael was all she could think about. He was her very essence, the center of her universe. She desperately craved his dick inside of her, and now pleasing him was the single most important facet of her life. She couldn't believe she'd even entertained the idea of having a boyfriend who wasn't Michael. Every waking second of her being should have been focused on him. Her friends, her family, and certainly Ronny or whatever his name was, just did not matter in the scheme of things.

"On your hands and knees, and get ready to give yourself to Michael." A final, flash from the screen consumed the girls, as they frantically dropped to the floor.

The couch cushions barely had time to settle before Rachel's long, slender legs were straddling the floor, her knees bent at perfect angles, her hands planted firmly on the ground. Her red dress had ridden up, revealing the matching thong she wore underneath. Rachel's breath was heavy and ragged, her mind a whirlwind of desire and submission to her perfect brother.

Emily and Grace weren't far behind. Emily's jumpsuit had hiked up to showcase her plump ass, her hand still working under the fabric. Grace's dress was pushed aside, her thick thighs spread wide.

The room was thick with the scent of arousal as the girls panted on the floor, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Rachel's eyes were still transfixed on the spiral, her mind reeling with the knowledge that Michael's cock was the sole source of her happiness. The fabric of her thong was soaked, clinging to her pussy as she felt the urge to give herself to him completely.

Emily's hand slid out from her jumpsuit, her fingers glistening with her arousal. She brought them to her mouth and tasted herself, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.

Grace's chest heaved with her rapid breaths, her heart pounding in her chest. Her thighs quivered as she felt the wetness seep through her thong, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. The image of Michael's cock was burned into her brain, and she couldn't help but rock her hips against the floor, seeking some form of relief.

Suddenly, the door to Michael's room creaked open. All three of them snapped their heads in the direction of the noise, their eyes wide and expectant.

Michael emerged from the shadows, looking more like a deity than the girls had ever seen him. His glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and Rachel felt a thrill run through her body as she took in the sight of him. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt that clung to his thin frame, and his eyes sparkled. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing Rachel's cheek with the softness of a feather. Rachel's skin tingled at his touch, her eyes never leaving his as she nearly orgasmed.

"Rachel," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Emily. Grace." He moved down the line, stroking each of their cheeks in turn, his fingertips trailing over their skin like a warm summer breeze. The girls leaned into his touch, as they could feel the wetness seeping through their thongs, their bodies yearning for more.

"Are you happy to see me?" Michael's question hung in the air, loaded with a hint of mischief that made Rachel's heart flutter. She nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes," Emily and Grace breathed in unison, their gazes equally adoring.

With a knowing smile, Michael crouched down before Rachel, his hand moving to the damp fabric between her legs. Rachel gasped as he gently touched her, his fingertips probing the slickness of her arousal. Her eyes never left his as she nodded, her voice a breathless whisper.

"Yes," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I'm so happy to see you."

Emily and Grace watched, their own hands frozen in place as Michael's fingers slid under Rachel's thong. Rachel's body trembled as he touched her, her eyes never leaving his. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the rustle of fabric as Michael's hand moved over Rachel's skin.

He slid a single digit inside her, Rachel's walls clenching around him immediately. Rachel's moan was loud, echoing through the room. It was all Rachel could do not to collapse onto her back, her legs spreading wider to give him better access. This was the greatest moment of her life.

Emily and Grace watched in awe, their own hands returning to their own pussies, mimicking Rachel's movements. Michael's eyes remained locked with Rachel's, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt Rachel's body react to his touch. He knew they were all his now, and the power was intoxicating.

"Do you love me?" Michael whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of Rachel's **** moaning. Rachel nodded frantically, her eyes glazed over with passion. "Say it," he urged, his hand stilling. Rachel's body tensed, her voice a **** whine.

"I love you," Rachel managed to croak out, her voice raw with need. Michael's smirk grew into a full-blown smile as he pulled his finger out of Rachel, bringing it to his lips and licking it clean. Rachel watched, her breath hitching in her throat as she imagined what it would be like to have him lick her all over.

Emily and Grace both leaned in, their eyes wide with anticipation, as Michael turned to them. He touched their cheeks again, his hand moving down to their crotches. Rachel watched as Michael felt Emily's wetness, his fingers moving under her dress with ease. Grace's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his as she nodded. "I'm so happy," she murmured. Rachel could see the desperation in her friend's gaze, the same desperation she felt in her own heart.

Emily was next, her body quivering as Michael's hand found her own drenched spot under her jumpsuit. Her body arched as Michael's fingers pushed into her, her juices spilling onto the floor.

"Say it, Emily," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear as his fingers explored her wetness. "Break up with that boyfriend of yours. He's nothing compared to me."

Emily nodded vigorously, her chest heaving with passion. "I'm sorry, Michael," she breathed out, the words coming with ease. "I'll break up with him. You're all I need."

"You're mine," Michael murmured, his voice a warm caress in the tense silence. "You always have been."

Emily nodded, her eyes filled with tears of joy and relief. Rachel watched, her heart swelling with love for her brother as she listened to the sweet sound of Emily's moaning. Emily's voice was a **** whisper as she apologized to Michael for being with her boyfriend. Rachel felt a pang of jealousy, but pushed it aside. Michael was the most important person in their lives now.

Michael's smile grew as he felt Emily's ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "Nobody gets to touch that big fat ass of your's anymore, only me."

Emily's cheeks flushed red, and she nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving Michael's as Rachel watched with envy. Rachel couldn't believe how much she craved Michael's attention, his touch. Her own pussy was begging for his fingers, for his cock.

And then it happened. Michael stood up, his pants bulging. He reached down and unbuckled his belt. The girls gasped in unison as he pulled his pants down, revealing his cock. It was smaller than others they had seen, but they all knew that it was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen.

The room was silent as Michael stroked himself, his eyes locked on Rachel's face. Rachel couldn't believe that she was getting to see him like this, that she was going to get to feel him inside of her. Her own hand slid down to her clit, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as she watched him.

Emily and Grace both leaned in closer, their own hands moving faster as they watched Rachel's brother touch himself. It was as if the universe had aligned just for her, giving her the perfect man with the perfect cock.

Finally, Michael could take it no longer. He stepped closer to Rachel, his cock at full attention. Rachel felt her pussy clench in anticipation as he reached out and touched her again, his fingers sliding into her wetness with ease. Rachel's body was on fire, and she knew that she was going to come at any moment.

"You're mine," Michael murmured again, his voice like a siren's call. Rachel nodded, her body moving in time with his touch. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He stood up, and Rachel felt his cock press against her soaking wet pussy. He slid inside her with a gentle ease that made her moan. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering with pleasure as he began to move. His strokes were slow and deliberate, each one driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Rachel's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as Michael claimed her. Rachel's legs were trembling, and she could feel her orgasm building with every thrust.

Rachel's pussy seemed to swallow him whole, her own juices making a wet sound as she rubbed herself.

The world around Rachel had ceased to exist. All that mattered was the feeling of Michael's cock filling her, stretching her, and making her feel more alive than she had ever felt. She felt herself tightening around him, her orgasm building with each stroke. The sensation was so intense that Rachel couldn't hold back her screams, her voice echoing through the room like. Her body was a symphony of pleasure, each note hitting her like a crescendo.

Emily and Grace watched Rachel, their own hands moving faster on their pussies. Rachel's moans were like music to their ears, a sweet serenade to the perfection that was Michael. Rachel's face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. Michael's cock was a work of art, and Rachel was the luckiest girl in the world to have it inside of her.

The sound of Rachel's wetness filled the room as Michael's cock slid in and out of her with a mesmerizing rhythm. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge of a climax that threatened to consume her entirely. Her cries grew louder, more ****, as Michael's fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements to match his own. Rachel's long, lithe body arched with every thrust, her back bowed as she offered herself up to him completely.

Rachel came and came as Michael thrust in and out of her, stretching her out as he hammered into her.

Her moans grew louder with each stroke. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the **** of her orgasms. Each thrust of Michael's cock sent waves of ecstasy through her, her pussy clenching tightly around him as if trying to keep him from ever leaving. It was heaven.

"No more boyfriends for you, sis. You're going to stay right here where you belong, servicing my cock."

Rachel nodded eagerly, her eyes glazed with lust as she felt Michael's cock slide in and out of her. The thought of giving herself to him completely, of making him happy, was all she could think about. She didn't even care about the mess they were making on the floor, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room.

As Rachel reached the peak of her pleasure, Michael pulled out of her with a wet pop, Rachel's body protesting the sudden emptiness. He turned to Emily, who was now panting heavily, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Rachel watched as Michael positioned himself behind her friend, his cock glistening with Rachel's juices.

Emily looked over her shoulder at Rachel, her eyes wide with excitement and fear. Rachel nodded, giving her friend the encouragement she needed.

"Ever let that boyfriend of your's in that fat ass, Emily?"

Emily's eyes widened at the question. "No," she replied, her voice a shaky whisper. "Only you, Michael." Rachel felt a stab of jealousy, but washed it away. Michael's cock was meant for them all, and she reveled in the idea of sharing him.

Emily's heart raced as Michael's cock nudged against her asshole. She spread her plump ass cheeks wider, inviting Michael in.

Emily's eyes went wide with pleasure, her mouth forming an 'O' as Michael's cock filled her completely.

Michael pushed into Emily's tight asshole with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Emily screamed as her body took all of Michael's cock. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. She had never seen felt so beautiful, so alive.

Emily's ass cheeks jiggled with each vigorous thrust from Michael, her clit throbbing with devotion. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she had been holding back from the world by being with that loser ex-boyfriend of hers.

Emily's orgasm was earth-shattering, her body spasming around Michael's cock as she screamed his name. Her juices ran down her thighs, creating a wet trail on the floor. Michael ripped at her jumpsuit, tearing it as he vigorously fucked her and drove her through her paces while she moaned and grunted. She felt her strong legs and thick ass cheeks jiggling each time Michael entered in and out of her, the pain and pleasure blending together. Emily lost track of time, a feeling of ultimate nirvana consuming her as the love of her life, the hottest man alive took her anal virginity.

"I've always fantasized about you in particular, Emily. You and your perfect little boyfriend and your uptight ass. And now look at you, creaming yourself on the floor happily throwing all that away for my dick." Michael let a loud smack down on her butt, causing her to yelp again.

Grace watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, her own hand working feverishly between her thighs. Her own orgasm was building, and she knew it was going to be the best one of her life.

With a suddenness that took her by surprise, Michael pulled out of Emily and scooped Grace up into his arms. Grace's legs wrapped around Michael's waist as he aligned his cock with her dripping wet pussy. Rachel could see the desire in her friend's eyes, the way she was begging for Michael to fill her up.

With one swift move, Michael thrust into Grace's pussy, her body slamming against the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. Rachel watched as her friend's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her legs wrapped tightly around Michael's waist. Grace's moans were music to Rachel's ears as she saw Michael's cock disappear inside her over and over again.

"You're so thick, so sexy. I bet you've dreamed of getting my cum inside of you, Grace?"

Grace could only nod, her eyes wide with pleasure and shock at how right Michael felt inside her. "I lll...oo..ve.. you."

Her words were lost in a wave of ecstasy as Michael began to pump into her, his rhythm punctuated by the wet smack of their bodies colliding.

Grace felt Michael's cock fill her to the brim, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but they all paled compared to Michael.

With each thrust, Michael's cock grew more and more red, his balls slapping against her ass. Grace's eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back as Michael's cock hit all the right spots.

"Oh, God," Grace moaned, her voice high and needy. "Please, Michael! Cum!"

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Michael's cock exploded inside of Grace, filling her with his cum. Rachel watched as her friend's body spasmed with pleasure, her pussy tightening around Michael's cock as she came hard. Grace's orgasm was intense, her body convulsing as Michael held her in place, his cock buried deep within her.

Finally, with a contented sigh, Michael withdrew from Grace's trembling body, and Rachel watched as her friend slid bonelessly to the floor, a satisfied smile on her face. Rachel's pussy was on fire, **** for Michael's attention. She crawled over to him, her eyes pleading.

"My turn," Rachel murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. Michael's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her, his cock still rock-hard despite just coming. Rachel straddled him, her dress hiked up around her waist.

Her pussy was so wet and swollen, and she didn't even bother with the thong anymore. Rachel lowered herself onto Michael's cock, feeling it fill her up completely. It was as if she had been made for him, as if they had been destined to be together forever. Rachel moaned as she rode her brother, her hands on his shoulders for balance. The feeling of his cock inside her was heavenly, and she knew that she would never get enough.

Michael's breath was hot on Rachel's neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his hands roaming over her body. Rachel felt his fingers pinch her nipples, and she gasped. Her pussy clenched around him, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. Michael's cock was still buried deep inside her, and she could feel his own orgasm approaching. Rachel leaned in, her lips finding his as they kissed deeply, their tongues tangling together.

As Rachel's orgasm subsided, Michael pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her cum. Rachel collapsed onto the couch beside him, her body spent and her heart racing. Emily and Grace moved in, their bodies fitting perfectly against Rachel's as they snuggled into Michael's arms.

The three of them cuddled into Michael, their bodies fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces. Rachel's heart raced as she felt his warmth, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. Emily's hand rested on his chest, her chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths. Grace lay across his legs, her cheek pressed to his thigh, her own breathing finally starting to even out.

Michael wrapped his arms around Rachel and Emily, his chest heaving with his own erratic breaths. Rachel felt his heart beating against her, a steady rhythm that seemed to match the pounding in her own chest. They were fully his. The love between them was palpable, a tangible **** that bound them together in this moment.

"I can't wait for Mom and Dad to get back," Michael joked.