Beach House (Title Pending): Chapter 1? (Patreon)

Hey everyone,

Here's a new yarn for ya that I hope you'll like. This is the story I don't plan on posting publically. If your on the newsletter you've seen this one teased.

Its about a husband and wife on their way to the husband's parent's beach house for their first foray into a wife sharing experience with one of the husband's good friends. Unforunately, the husband's half-brother is forced onto the trip and well....I'm sure you can hazard a guess. Before we jump into it a bit of house cleaning:

I need to look at this again with some insider comments in mind.

Toxic Attraction: Chapter 45 is coming before the end of the month

Double Cross will hit Insiders later today and I'll start editing it for everyone early next week

Neighborhood Encounters is COMING. I've heard a lot of feedback with you all asking for it. I have it actively open on my screen right now and I'm typing away at it. It'll be out sometime next month.

At the end of this chapter is a short poll on title ideas for this series. It will not be called Beach House, if we continue past this installment. Please, let me know if you want more of it. And feel free to pitch other names. I really dig the end of this story and where it leaves off.

Ryan kept both hands on the wheel, eyes locked on the highway. Taylor sat next to him in that sundress, the light blue one that clung to her hips when she shifted. She looked good. Too good for this drive. Sunlight hit the side of her face and traced down her neck, over the swell of her chest where the fabric dipped. He tried to hold onto that image. Tried to picture her as she would be later, in the bedroom at the house, blindfold on, that same dress pushed up around her waist while his friend Matt touched her the way they’d talked about.

Focus on her. Just her. Pretend nothing else in the car exists. Pretend he doesn’t exist

The bass from Ricky’s oversized headphones thumped through the seat anyway. Some loud, shitty track with heavy 808s and a guy yelling about bitches and money. Ryan’s shoulders tightened. He could feel the vibration in his spine every time the beat dropped. Ricky had his bare feet planted on the back of Taylor’s headrest, toes flexing, one sock half off and dirty at the heel. No shoes. Just sprawled out like the car belonged to him.

Ryan’s jaw ached from clenching. He told himself not to check the mirror. Pretend like that little shit wasn’t taking up space back there and wasn’t about to ruin the weekend they’d been planning for weeks.

Taylor reached over and rested her hand on his thigh, fingers warm through his shorts. She gave him that small smile she used when she wanted to smooth things over. “You’re quiet, babe.”

“I’m fine,” his voice came out too rough. He cleared his throat and tried again, softer. “Just thinking about getting there. About…”

Her fingers squeezed once, a little secret press. She knew what he meant. They both did. The plan they’d been texting about for weeks. Ryan’s friend Matt was meeting them at the beach house. Taylor was finally on board to fulfill one of Ryan’s longest running, most agonizing and tantalizing fantasies. She’d brought her blindfold just for this occasion. Ryan was finally going to watch his wife with another man. His cock stirred at the mere suggestion of the thought, even while the music kept pounding behind them.

Taylor leaned a little closer, voice low. “Me too. Been thinking about it since we left. Nervous, but… excited. You know?”

“Yeah.” He let his hand drop from the wheel for a second to cover hers. “I know. Gonna be good. You’re gonna look…”

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing. Her thumb rubbed slow circles on his leg. “I want to…you know. While you watch...” Taylor trailed off, conscious of the lurking, uninvited individual sitting behind them.

She’s really into this. Fuck. I want to see it too. Want to hear the sounds she makes when it’s not me...

From the backseat, Ricky laughed, short and mean. “Damn, you two got some real couple vibes up there. All that whispering and shit. Real cute.”

Ryan’s grip tightened again. He stared straight ahead at the road. Ignore him. Just ignore him. We’re almost there.

Taylor turned in her seat, still trying, “Ricky, can you turn that down a little? It’s hard to talk with the volume up so loud.”

Ricky didn’t turn it down. He turned it up a notch instead, then kicked one foot against the headrest so it rocked Taylor’s head forward. “Sorry. Didn’t realize I was interrupting anything important. You look real good in that dress, by the way.”

Ryan felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. He forced his eyes to the road and counted down the exit signs. Fuck. This kid is poison.

He hated Ricky deeply and everything he represented. Growing up, Ryan had always wanted a brother, but not like this. Not one that was a walking reminder of his dad’s brief affair eighteen years ago. Ryan’s parents had been going through a rough patch, and his father had… stepped out. Ryan remembered not exactly understanding what that meant at first.  After his parents had patched things up, they’d learned Ryan’s dad had got some trailer park floozy knocked up. They’d kept it from Ryan for years, quietly supporting the kid.

But then Ricky’s mom had OD’d again. This time she didn’t recover. Their dad made a decision and told Ryan about his half-brother. Then Ricky had moved in with Ryan’s parents. How the fuck Ryan’s mom allowed that, he didn’t know. Thankfully, Ryan had already moved out of the house and lived with Taylor, so he didn’t have to deal with it firsthand. He couldn’t understand how his mom did it, having that little shit around. The affair kid, a painful daily reminder of her husband’s infidelity. And now his parents had extended the burden to him, insisting that the little piece of shit join them in what was supposed to be an exciting weekend away with his wife. It was their beach house after all, but he knew his mom likely needed a break after having Ricky living with them. Living in Ryan’s old room, leaving his dirty shit everywhere, blasting his music at night and, when they visited, eyeing up Taylor when he thought Ryan wasn’t looking. Or worse, when he knew Ryan was looking too.

Tonight was supposed to be Ryan and Taylor’s chance to get away, to finally do the thing they’d been fantasizing about with Matt. But here they were. One hour left on the drive and Ricky’s dirty feet were practically tangled up in his wife’s hair. They should’ve just cancelled the whole weekend and just invited Matt over to their place. But they’d been building to this, and he knew Taylor wanted something memorable. 

Taylor’s hand stayed on his thigh, grounding him. “He’s had it rough, babe,” she said quietly, the same line she’d been using about Ricky for months. “Try not to let it get to you. We’ll still have our time.”

Ryan nodded once. He wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe they could still make this weekend work in exactly the way they’d planned. Matt would show up later. Taylor would put the blindfold on. Ryan would sit in the corner and watch his best friend take his wife while she moaned for it. The thought made his cock thicken against his shorts even while Ricky’s music kept hammering from behind him. 

Ricky leaned forward between the seats, close enough that Ryan could smell the cheap body spray and the aroma of whatever he’d been smoking earlier. “When are we gonna get there? You shoulda let me drive, we'd be there already.”

Ryan’s knuckles went white on the wheel. He didn’t answer. Taylor gave Ricky a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We’ll be there in about an hour, Ricky.”

Ricky grinned, all teeth, eyes dropping straight to Taylor’s legs where the sundress had ridden up. “You shoulda let me drive you. We’d already be there. And I’m sure you’d have enjoyed the ride more.”

Ryan kept driving, ignoring the less-than-subtle meaning of Ricky’s words and resisting the urge to throw his white trash half-brother from the moving car.

***

Ricky slouched deeper into the backseat, one leg kicked up on the armrest, the other sprawled out so his bare foot rested on the back of Taylor’s seat. The headphones had been cutting in and out for the last ten minutes. He yanked them off his head when the music died completely and tossed them onto the seat beside him.

“Fucking piece of shit,” he muttered, loud enough for the front seat to hear.

The car filled with that soft rock bullshit Ryan had on. Some whiny guy singing about feelings and sunsets. Ricky made a face. This is what they listen to? No wonder they’re both so fucking uptight.

He hated this whole setup. Hated being dragged along on their rich-people vacation like some charity project. But the view wasn’t bad. Taylor’s sundress had ridden up when she’d shifted earlier, and from where he sat he could see the smooth line of her thigh all the way up to where it disappeared under the fabric.

He leaned forward a little, craning his neck to get a better angle. The top of the dress pulled tight across her chest when she breathed. Nice full juicy tits. Milkers. The kind that looked soft and heavy. He stared a second too long, tongue running over his bottom lip. Ryan sure was one lucky fucker.

Taylor turned her head, like she felt his eyes on her. Ricky dropped back fast, slumping loudly against the seat and staring out the side window like he’d been looking out of it the whole time. Shit. Almost caught.

He was bored out of his skull. The pill he’d popped earlier was starting to kick in a little, that warm, floaty feeling behind his eyes, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to zone out completely. He reached down between his feet for the beat-up backpack he’d thrown on the floor, unzipped it quietly and pulled out the little plastic baggie of pills he kept tucked in the side pocket. He shook one into his palm, dry-swallowed it quickly, then shoved the bag back down where no one would see it.

That’ll take the edge off. Ricky thought as he waited for that sweet pull of sleep to come. But he couldn’t sleep with that shitty soft rock. Ryan’s choice, obviously. Ricky rolled his eyes and kicked the back of Taylor’s seat once, not hard, just enough to make it move

“This music sucks, man. You got anything that doesn’t sound like it was made for old people trying to remember what fucking was like?”

Ryan’s voice came back tight. “It’s fine. We’re almost there.”

Ricky snorted. “Yeah, right. Feels like we've been driving forever. Give me your phone. I’ll find something that doesn’t make me wanna jump out the fucking window.”

He expected Ryan to tell him to go ahead and do it. Instead, Taylor turned around, gave him that polite smile she always used when she was trying to keep the peace. It reminded Ricky of one of his sexy grade school teachers. She reached into the center console, pulled Ryan’s phone out, typed in the passcode and handed it back over the seat.

“Here. Just… nothing too loud, okay? Ryan’s driving.”

Ricky took the phone from her fingers. His eyes stayed on her a second longer than they needed to. On the way, the dress stretched over her tits when she leaned. On the little flash of jiggling cleavage. Damn. Golden boy got himself a nice one. He nodded once. “Yeah, alright. Nothing too loud, got it.”

Spotify was open, and Ricky started scrolling, thumb moving slow while the pill made everything feel a little softer around the edges. A text bubble popped up at the top of the screen. From Matt, Ryan’s equally douchey friend. Ricky’s thumb hovered.

Matt: Hey man, just left. Should be about an hour out. Can’t wait for tonight. Taylor still good with everything? Blindfold and all that?

Ricky’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t close it. He tapped to open the thread instead.

Their whole conversation was right there before him. Ryan and Matt chatting back and forth. Ryan saying Taylor was nervous but excited. Matt asking if Ryan was sure he wanted to watch. Ryan saying yeah, he wanted to see it. They talked about the blindfold so she wouldn’t feel too weird this first time. About how Matt should take his time with her. About how Ryan would sit in the corner and let it happen. One message from Ryan said he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about hearing Taylor moan for someone else.

Ricky read every word. His cock twitched in his shorts. He licked his lips slowly, staring at the back of Ryan’s head, then at Taylor’s. No fucking way. Golden boy wants to let his best friend fuck his wife? While he watches? That's fucked. A low laugh built in his chest, but he kept it silent. 

He scrolled back up and read through the conversation again. What the loose idea of what the plans were for tonight. Again, Ricky suppressed a chuckle. No wonder Ryan was so uptight. His wife was gonna get fucked by someone else tonight while he watched. And here Ricky was crashing their little cuckie weekend.

Ricky’s eyes drifted back to Taylor again in a sinister way. The curve of her neck. The way her hair fell over one bare shoulder. The perfect tits he’d been trying to sneak a look at earlier. His mind started turning fast. They’re gonna do it tonight. Ryan’s gonna let it happen. He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself so his growing hard-on didn’t show. What if it wasn’t Matt? What if it was me instead? What if I took his place while she’s blindfolded?

The thought made his pulse kick harder. He could already picture it. Walking into that dark room instead of Matt. Taylor on the bed in whatever sexy shit she put on, blindfolded, legs spread open, waiting. He knew he could make her cum harder than golden boy here ever could. Matt too, probably.

He closed the message thread, went back to Spotify like he hadn’t been snooping. Scrolled through a couple songs, picked something loud but not too loud, and hit play. The new track filled the car, heavier than Ryan’s soft rock bullshit.

Taylor glanced back. “That’s better. Thanks, Ricky.”

He gave her a lazy grin, eyes dropping to her luscious chest again before he could stop himself. “No problemo.”

He handed back the phone, and she turned back around, clearly noticing his gaze but not saying anything. Ricky stared at the back of her head and felt a plan settling into place. 

***

Taylor stepped out of the car and stretched her arms overhead, the sundress pulling tight across her chest for a second before she let her arms drop. The beach house looked bigger than she remembered, all white siding and big windows facing the water. Ryan was already grabbing their bags from the trunk, his shoulders tight like they’d been the whole drive. She could still feel the low thump of whatever music Ricky had put on coming from inside the car.

Finally here. God, I hope this weekend can still be what we wanted. Even with him around.

Ricky slammed the back door harder than he needed to and slung his backpack over one shoulder. He didn’t say anything, just smirked and headed toward the front door like he already knew which room was his. Taylor watched him go. He’d been staring at her legs and chest the whole drive. She’d caught him twice now. It made her skin crawl.

Inside, the house smelled like fresh ocean air. Ryan carried their suitcase straight upstairs to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Taylor followed, rolling her smaller bag behind her. She could already hear Ricky down the other end of the hallway, loud voices blasting from his phone like he was on a call or watching some wannabe alpha male YouTuber. She winced.

Ryan dropped the suitcase on the bed and started unzipping it with short, angry movements. His jaw was clenched again.

Taylor closed the bedroom door behind them, even though Ricky’s phone audio was still loud enough to hear through the walls. “You okay?”

He didn’t look up right away. “No. Not really.” He pulled out a couple of her shirts and tossed them toward the dresser without folding them. “I still can’t believe they did this. My mom especially. She keeps acting like he’s this poor kid who just needs a chance, like we’re supposed to treat him like family. I don’t even want to look my dad in the eye anymore”

Taylor moved closer and rested a hand on his back. She rubbed slow circles between his shoulder blades the way she knew he liked. “I know, babe. Ricky…he’s basically a stranger to you. It’s not fair they just dropped him on us like this.”

Ryan let out a short breath through his nose. “Six months of him living with them and I still don’t know shit about him except that he leaves messes everywhere and stares at you like he’s never seen a woman before. And now somehow he’s here ruining the one weekend we actually had planned just for us.”

She stepped in front of him and slid her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his. She could feel how tense he was. “Hey. Hey you. Look at me.” When he finally met her eyes, she gave him a small smile, trying to pull him out of it. “We’re still doing it tonight. The way we talked about. Matt and me. And you.”

Ryan’s hands settled on her hips, thumbs brushing the fabric of her dress. His voice dropped lower. “Yeah? Even with–”

“Yeah.” She leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth, then let her lips brush his ear. “I want it to be good for you too. I want you to see me lose it for him. I want you hard the whole time, watching him fuck me while I’m wearing that blindfold and not knowing exactly what’s coming next. I’m gonna be so wet for you, Ryan. For both of you.”

His fingers tightened on her hips. She felt him starting to relax, just a little. The tension in his shoulders eased as he pulled her closer. He needed this. After all the stress in his life recently, he needed an outlet, and she wanted to give it to him. She’d been hesitant about this whole thing at first, but she’d come around after seeing how much it meant to him. And now more than ever she wanted to give him something good.

Taylor kept her voice soft and dirty, the way she knew worked on him when he got like this. “I want you to hear the sounds I make when he’s inside me. I want you thinking about how it feels for me the whole time. And after… I want you to fuck me too. Or just watch me come down from it. Whatever you need. Whatever you want.”

She felt his cock twitch against her stomach through his shorts. Good. That was better than him stewing about Ricky.

From down the hall, Ricky’s video got even louder for a second, followed by the sharp bark of his ugly laugh. Taylor tried not to let it ruin the moment. She kissed Ryan again, slower this time, letting her tongue brush his bottom lip.

“We’re gonna make it good,” she whispered against his mouth. “Even with him here. I’m still excited. I want this.”

Ryan nodded once, his forehead resting against hers. “Okay. Yeah. Me too… just don’t mention him in moments like this…”

“Okay,” she said softly, completely understanding him. 

They heard tires on the gravel outside. Then a car door shut. Taylor pulled back and glanced toward the window. “That’s probably Matt.”

Ryan exhaled, some of the tightness returning to his face, but not as bad as before. “Yeah. Let’s go down.”

They headed downstairs together. Taylor’s heart hammered in her chest with anticipation of the night ahead. Matt was already at the back of his SUV, pulling out a duffel bag and a cooler. He looked up when they stepped outside and gave them that easy grin of his. Taylor felt a little flutter in her stomach.

“Hey,” he said, voice warm. “Made it. Traffic wasn’t too bad.”

Taylor walked over to help with the cooler. Their hands brushed when she grabbed one side. Matt’s fingers were warm and a little rough from work. She felt the contact all over her body.

“Thanks,” he said, eyes meeting hers for a second longer than necessary. “You look good. That dress is… yeah.”

She smiled, cheeks warming. “Thanks. You look like you could use a beer already.”

Matt laughed, low and easy. “Probably. Long drive.”

Ryan came up beside them and clapped Matt on the shoulder. “Good to see you, man. Glad you made it.”

“You kidding?” Matt said in a low voice, and she felt his eyes on her. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Taylor helped carry the cooler toward the house while Matt grabbed the rest of his stuff. Ricky had come outside at some point and was leaning against the railing, watching. She felt his eyes on her again as she bent to set the cooler down. When she straightened up, she caught him staring at her chest before he looked away with that same cocky little smirk.

Matt didn’t seem to notice. He was talking to Ryan about the drive, but every so often his gaze flicked back to her. There was a quiet heat in it that made her stomach tighten in a good way. She liked the way he looked at her. Like he was already thinking about later.

Ricky pushed off the railing and walked past them toward the door. “I’m gonna go find the good beer,” he said, loud enough for all of them to hear. His eyes dragged over Taylor one more time before he disappeared inside.

Taylor felt Ryan tense beside her again. She reached over and gave his hand a quick squeeze, trying to ground him. 

Matt watched Ricky go, then looked back at her with a small, knowing smile. “Everything good?”

“Yeah,” she said, keeping her voice light. “Just family stuff. We’re fine.”

Ryan grabbed the cooler and another bag and headed inside. 

Taylor helped Matt carry the last bag inside, their shoulders brushing. The chemistry between them was quiet but there, the way it had been building for weeks through texts and the few times they’d all hung out together. She could feel it humming under her skin. Tonight was really going to happen. 

She just had to get through the next few hours without letting Ricky ruin it completely. She wanted tonight to be everything Ryan had dreamed of. 

Inside, the music on Ricky’s phone was still loud. Taylor glanced at Ryan and gave him a small, private look that said later. He nodded once, jaw still tight but not as bad as before.

Matt set his bag down in the guest room and walked back out toward them. “So… what’s the plan for the rest of the day?”

Taylor smiled, feeling that nervous, excited flutter again. “We were thinking drinks on the beach later. Maybe a fire. Keep it low-key.”

“Sounds good to me,” Matt said. His eyes lingered on her a second longer. “I’m down for whatever.”

Ricky’s laugh echoed down the hall again. Taylor ignored it and focused on the way Matt was looking at her, on the promise of what was coming once the sun went down. She could still make this weekend work. She just had to keep Ryan steady and keep Ricky from getting in the way too much.

Tonight. Just get to tonight.

***

Ryan sat there next to Matt. His heart was hammering hard in his chest. Taylor and Matt were both right there, laughing about something stupid Matt said about the drive, and it hit him all at once. This was really happening tonight. His wife and his best friend. He could barely keep his hands still.

Taylor turned and gave them both that flirty little look, the one that made her eyes sparkle. “I’m gonna run up and change real quick. Hope the water isn’t too cold. Don’t want to freeze my ass off out there.” She winked, playfully, then headed up the stairs with a sway in her hips that kept both of them watching.

Ryan swallowed hard. Fuck. She’s really doing this. She wants it. The thought made his cock twitch against his shorts even with everything going on with Ricky. He could almost forget about his little shit half-brother. He hated even calling him that. He was essentially a stranger. 

Once Taylor was gone, Matt turned to him, voice low. “So… we still good for tonight?”

Ryan nodded fast, glancing down the hall to make sure Ricky wasn’t lurking. “Yeah. She’s excited. Nervous but excited. She’s gonna head to bed early, she’ll say she’s tired.”

Matt rubbed the back of his own neck, grinning but looking a little serious too. “Good. What about the little shit? Ricky. He’s been giving her some hard looks. We gotta keep him busy, or he could fuck the whole thing up.”

Ryan let out a breath. “I know. He’s been a nightmare since we left. My parents really screwed us making me bring him here.”

Matt thought for a second. “Campfire on the beach. You keep him down there drinking, talking, whatever. I’ll make some excuse later, say I forgot something in the house. Taylor will already be inside. Should give us a good window.”

Ryan felt a rush of relief. “That’s a solid plan. Yeah. Awesome actually. I can handle Ricky for a couple hours if it means this actually happens. But fuck man, I really wanted to see it.”

Matt clapped him on his back and jokingly said, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll get the chance; once she gets a taste of a real man’s meat she’ll be addicted to it.”

“Shut up,” Ryan scoffed and gave his friend a shove.

Matt bumped his shoulder lightly. “This is gonna be hot as hell, man. Can’t wait to see what Taylor’s gonna wear for me tonight. Bet she picked something good.”

Ryan laughed, nervous and turned on at the same time. “She did. You’ll see.”

They stepped into the kitchen and grabbed some towels and a couple beers from the fridge. Ricky came out of his room and sprawled on the couch in the living room with his phone, the shitty YouTube influencer video still going. He looked up with that shit-eating grin but didn’t say anything. Ryan ignored him as best he could. His mind was already envisioning the plan for tonight. He didn’t want to sit out on the beach and keep this little shit busy. He wanted to be up in the room watching. But the idea of not being there but knowing it was happening was excruciatingly hot too.

Just get through the afternoon. Keep him busy. Then it’s real.

***

Taylor stepped down the stairs in her light cover-up, the black bikini underneath feeling a little tighter than she remembered when she’d tried it on at home. The fabric hugged her hips, and the strings sat high on her waist. She felt their eyes the second she reached the bottom. Ryan’s gaze was warm, familiar, lingering on the way the cover-up shifted over her body. Matt’s was slower, heavier, like he was already picturing what was underneath. It made her stomach flip in that nervous-excited way she’d been feeling all day.

Ricky was on the couch, phone in his hand, pretending to scroll. But she knew he was looking. His eyes flicked up quickly, then dropped back down. Creep. He’s always looking.

“You guys gonna make me swim all by myself?” she asked, keeping her voice light.

Ryan and Matt both grinned. “Two minutes,” Ryan said. He headed upstairs to change into his trunks, and Matt left for their room. Leaving her standing there awkwardly with Ricky.

She shifted her weight, the cover-up brushing against her thighs. “You coming out to the beach with us or what?” She tried to be cordial. Even though he acted like a cocky little asshole, she knew he’d been through a lot and probably just needed someone to be nice to him. This whole new living situation with his estranged father and Ryan’s mom probably wasn’t easy on him. She knew how Matt felt about Ricky. And she wanted to support her husband in spirit, but she felt he was too close, too hurt by the whole thing when it came to his half-brother.

Ricky looked up slowly. He licked his lips, tearing his eyes away from the phone screen. His foreboding gaze dragged over her. “What kind of bathing suit you got on under there?”

Taylor’s cheeks warmed. She opened her mouth, but before she could answer, Ryan and Matt came back down in their swim trunks. She didn’t want to ruin the mood. Didn’t want to tell Ryan what Ricky had said and have another fight start. So she let the comment pass, just smiled and said, “Ready?”

The three of them headed down to the beach. The sun had begun to set, and the sand was warm under her feet. Taylor dropped her light cover-up on a towel and waded into the water. It was cooler than she expected, sending a little shiver up her legs, but it felt good. Matt followed close behind. Water lapped at his waist. God, he looked good without a shirt. Solid chest, arms thick from work, a little trail of discreet hair down his stomach. His eyes moved possessively over her body, slow and appreciative, like he was already thinking about what they would be doing later. She felt herself flush under the prolonged attention.

Then Ricky wandered out from the house in ratty black jean shorts, a cheap beer in his hand. Taylor sighed inside. Of course he’s coming out here.

Ryan looked surprised, “Didn’t think you’d join us.”

Ricky took a swig and grinned that cocky little grin. “Wanted to see the view.” His eyes stayed on her, his thoughts obvious, sliding down the curves of her body in the bikini. Little shit.

Ryan’s jaw tightened, but Taylor grabbed his hand and led him deeper into the water. Ricky gingerly waded in after them.

He clearly didn’t know how to swim well. He kept looking nervous every time he stepped a little deeper into the water, arms moving awkwardly like he was trying not to show his lack of skill. Taylor felt bad for him, even though she didn’t want him around. “Hey, just bend your knees a little,” she said, trying to be nice. “Keep your body relaxed. You’ll stay balanced easier.”

Ricky gave her his familiar smirk but tried it. He stumbled once, hands shooting out to catch himself. One of his hands landed right on her left hip, his fingers brushing up under the bikini bottom for a second before he pulled back. “Shit, sorry,” he said, but he didn’t look sorry. Accident my ass.

Taylor moved back a little, her heart beating faster. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to make it any more of a thing in front of Ryan and Matt. Neither of them had noticed the contact under the water, content to ignore Ricky.

***

As the group bobbed in the calm water, Ricky took another sip of his drink and smirked at Ryan. “Damn, Ryan. When’d you get so soft? You used to be an athlete, right? Now you got that little dad gut sitting over your trunks. That desk job life catching up with you?”

Taylor winced. Ryan had put on a few pounds. They both knew it. He was sensitive about it, and he was trying to work on it. Before she could intervene and defend her husband, Ryan’s jaw flexed, but he kept his voice even. “I work. Some of us actually do that instead of bouncing around places and causing problems everywhere we go.”

Ricky’s barking laugh erupted in a single burst. It sounded short and mean. “Yeah, I bet. Sitting on your ass in some nice cushy office while other people do the real shit. Must be real nice.”

The salt water lapped at them and Taylor’s mind raced trying to figure out how to defuse the darkening situation. She knew how tense Ryan was and now Ricky was needling him. Ryan stared at his half-brother for a second, and his eyes cooled, then he asked, “How’s the job search going? Or are you still just crashing at my parents’ place doing nothing?”

Taylor’s heart dropped, and she felt the conversation flowing in a direction she didn’t want it to. Ricky’s smirk didn’t drop. “At least I ain’t had everything handed to me my whole life. Some of us actually had to figure shit out on our own.”

Her husband narrowed his eyes. Thankfully, it was clear he was trying to keep himself in check. But Taylor knew this was getting to him. Ryan said, “You think constantly being a dick is ‘figuring shit out?’ Real impressive.”

Ricky shrugged and took another slow sip of his beer. “Better than walking around like you’re better than everyone when you didn’t earn half what you got. Some of us had to actually deal with real shit growing up. You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

Ryan floated there, breathing through his nose, clearly holding back from saying something worse. For a moment, the only sound was the water lightly beating against the shore behind them.

Ricky grinned wider, knowing he’d landed a blow. “What? I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. You got it all handed to you on a platter, but you still act like the world owes you respect. Kinda sad when you think about it.”

Taylor put a hand on Ryan’s arm under the cool water. Her husband didn’t answer right away. Jaw strained, he just looked at Ricky for a long moment before finally saying, “You don’t know shit about my life.”

Ricky just smirked and tilted his head. That grating, ugly smirk, “Don’t need to. I see enough from where I’m standing.”

His eyes shifted over to Taylor. They dragged slowly down her body in the water, lingering on the way the wet bikini clung to her chest and hips before moving back up to her eyes. Taylor felt her face burn. She looked away toward the horizon, but she could still feel his persistent stare on her exposed skin.

Matt bobbed next to them, his face tense with concern, but he was plainly trying not to get involved. It pained him, but it was obvious he didn’t want to jeopardize the evening by getting involved in family issues like this. Taylor could respect that and knew whatever he’d say couldn’t help the situation anyway. Ricky kept going, trying to cut deep. “If our roles were reversed, you wouldn’t have been able to handle half the shit I’ve been through. You’da cracked in a week.”

Her husband chuckled unnaturally then let out a short, disbelieving breath. “Yeah, right. You think I couldn’t handle what you’ve been through? Come on.”

Ricky’s smirk widened. “I’m serious. If I was raised the way you were, with everything handed to me, I’d actually take advantage of it. I wouldn’t waste it acting all high and mighty.”

Ricky glanced at Taylor again, eyes moving over her. “I’d have Taylor here with me. I sure as hell wouldn’t be bringing anyone else out on a romantic vacation. I’d want to keep her busy in bed all weekend.”

Taylor’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt her face flush. Ryan’s face darkened. His voice came out low and sharp. “Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”

Ricky just smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he’d gotten. “What? I’m just saying what I’d do different. That’s all.”

Ryan took a step closer in the water, shoulders locked in place. Matt hovered closer, getting ready to intervene. Taylor let her hands slide out onto Ryan’s shoulders. He was even more tense than he’d been on the car ride here.  “You don’t get to talk about her like that. Not ever. You’re only here because my Mom and Dad made me bring you, so stop being a little shit before I make you regret it.”

Ricky tilted his head, still grinning. “Relax, man. I’m just talking.”

Ryan stared at him, jaw clenched hard. “I don’t like what you’re saying. Or what you’re implying. Knock it the fuck off.”

“It’s okay,” Taylor said softly, but Ryan either didn’t hear her or outright ignored her.

The water felt colder between them. Taylor’s face still burned with embarrassment as the tension thickened. Ricky kept that same smug look on his face, clearly pleased with how far he’d pushed.

Ricky let out a short laugh and gave Ryan a dismissive look. “Whatever, man. You’re way too easy to rile up.” He turned and waded out of the water, beer can still in his hand. Once he hit the sand, he tossed the empty can down without looking where it landed, then brushed at his legs and stomach like the sand was personally pissing him off.

“Fucking hate this shit,” he muttered loud enough for them to hear. “Gets everywhere.” He grabbed his towel, slung it over his shoulder, and headed back toward the house without saying another word.

Taylor watched him go, the water rippling gently around her waist. Some of the tightness in her chest eased the further he went. Thank god he’s gone.

Ryan stayed quiet for a minute, but she could feel the hot anger still rolling off him. Once Ricky was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath, “Fucking kid. Can’t believe they forced him on us.”

Taylor moved closer to him in the water and slid her hand onto his arm. “Hey,” she said softly. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s just trying to piss you off. He’s not worth the energy.”

“What a little shit,” Matt added, “I’m surprised you didn’t deck him.”

Ryan let out a slow breath but didn’t fully relax. She could tell he was still stewing.

Matt drifted behind her. His hand brushed over her ass, fingers pressing just long enough to make her breath catch before he moved past. She turned her head and caught his eyes. He gave her a small, quiet look that said everything without needing any words.

Taylor squeezed Ryan’s arm again, trying to pull his focus back onto her. “Look at me,” she said. “We’re okay. He’s gone now. Let’s just enjoy the water for a bit before we head back up.”

***

Taylor stood at the sink with the warm water running over her hands, scrubbing at a cleaned plate that didn’t really need it anymore. Her chest was warm, and she swayed with the buzz coursing through her. The liquid courage she’d indulged in for tonight was doing its job. It felt good. Outside on the big deck, she could hear the men talking, Ryan’s voice tighter than usual, Matt answering in an easy tone like he always did. Ricky’s laugh cut through every few minutes. The tension still hung in the air, even through the glass door, she could feel it from here.

She was drying her hands on a dish towel when Matt came in carrying his plate. He set it down in the sink and stepped right up behind her, his hands sliding onto her hips like it was the most natural thing in the world. She felt him press in close, the hard line of his cock against her ass through his shorts.

Her breath caught in her throat. She pushed back just a little, subtle, grinding against him. They swayed there together for a moment, breathing hard, her heart kicking up fast in her chest. Fuck. He’s already hard. We haven’t even started yet. The thought sent a rush of heat straight between her legs. She could picture it so clearly now. Matt’s hands on her while Ryan watched from the chair in the corner like they’d talked about. Her stomach tightened with nerves.

Matt’s fingers flexed on her hips. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck. Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to.

Then the door opened again, and Ricky walked in.

Matt stepped back fast, putting appropriate space between them. Taylor’s cheeks flushed hot. She didn’t know what Ricky had seen. Her hands were still damp on the counter.

Ricky stopped a few feet away, eyes flicking between them. “Where’s the lighter at?”

Taylor cleared her throat, trying to sound normal. “Uh, um, check that drawer right there. Should be a couple in there.”

She felt his eyes on her while he opened the drawer and rummaged around. It made her skin prickle. He grabbed a lighter and turned back toward her.

“Your husband’s starting a fire on the beach,” Ricky said. “I got some weed. There’s more than a couple beers. You joining us?”

Taylor kept her hands busy with the last dish, rinsing it even though it was already clean. “No, I’m tired. Think I’m gonna turn in early.”

Ricky didn’t say anything right away. She could still feel him looking at her. Finally he just nodded once. “Alright. Suit yourself.”

Matt gave her a quick, knowing look as he headed back outside, something quiet and charged in his eyes that made her stomach flip again. Then it was just her and Ricky in the kitchen for a second. She finished drying the plate and set it on the rack, heart beating too fast. She didn’t look at him again. It felt wrong feeling like this, excited and horny with him so close. She wiped her hands on the dishtowel and walked out, leaving him standing there.

Upstairs, she paused at the window in the hallway. Down on the beach, she could see the three of them settling in around the fire pit. Ryan was crouched down getting the wood going, Matt sitting on one of the chairs they’d dragged down earlier. She knew Ricky would be out there soon. It was still odd to her that he was planning to drink and smoke with Ryan. As far as she could tell, the kid couldn’t stand her husband. But maybe one of them had said something to convince him. Ryan probably had to bite his tongue and bury his pride to try and make tonight happen. She watched as the flames started to catch, throwing orange light across the men’s faces. She watched for a minute longer, then turned and went into the master bedroom.

She closed the door behind her. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the surf outside. She slowly stripped out of her clothes, letting them drop to the floor. Her bare skin suddenly felt too warm. She pulled on the little black lace thing she’d packed special for tonight. The one that barely covered anything, thin straps and strategically placed sheer panels that left nothing to the imagination. It felt good against her skin, cooling it. She caught her reflection in the mirror and barely recognized herself for a second, cheeks still flushed. 

She picked up the blindfold from the nightstand. It was soft black fabric, the one they’d bought together a few weeks ago. She ran it through her fingers, heart pounding harder now. This is it. He’s gonna come in here and fuck me while Ryan watches. At least she hoped Ryan could watch. She didn’t know exactly how he'd keep Ricky away. The thought made her thighs press together. She climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows, the blindfold still in her hand. Under the music she could hear the low murmur of voices from the beach if she listened closely, but she tried not to do that. 

She slipped the blindfold over her eyes for a second, just to feel what it was like. The world went dark. Her breathing changed. Everything felt sharper, more intense. She took it off again and set it on the pillow beside her, then lay there waiting, listening to the steady beat of her own heart.

Any minute now. Just a little longer.

***

Ricky stood in the kitchen with the fridge door still open, cold air wafting out past his legs. He grabbed three beers, the cans slick with condensation. Taylor had just gone upstairs a minute ago. He could still picture the way her ass moved under that cover-up when she walked away. Fuck. I wanna be the one going up there. Not Ryan. Not his lame buddy. I could keep her busy all weekend. Make her moan so loud golden boy and his pal would hear it from the beach.

He heard her moving around up there, soft footsteps on the floor, maybe the sound of a drawer or two opening. Ricky stepped over to the window and looked out. Ryan and Matt were already down by the fire pit, chairs dragged into the sand, Ryan crouched down poking at the wood with a stick. The flames were just starting to catch, throwing orange light across their faces.

Good. They’re settled. This is gonna work.

He set the beers on the counter and crouched down by his backpack. Dug around until he found the little plastic baggie with the pills. He rushed four of them up quickly on the counter with the bottom of a glass, then brushed the powder into two of the beers. Gave each can a slow swirl with a chopstick he found in a kitchen drawer. The powder fizzed a little then started to disappear into the beer. He watched it dissolve entirely, making sure there weren’t any remnants left floating on top.

He grabbed a couple joints from the bag too and stuck them in his pocket.

He waited another minute, just to be sure. Then he picked up the three beers, keeping the dosed two in one hand and his in the other, and headed outside. The night air felt cool on his skin after having been in the house. The sand was bracing under his bare feet. 

Ricky handed the beers out and dropped down onto the sand a few feet from the fire. Ryan took his without much of a thank you, still looking pissed from earlier. Matt just nodded and took a sip. Ricky took a long drink from his own can, then wiped his mouth. He glanced at Ryan.

“You still mad about the water shit from before?” he asked, keeping his voice casual. “I was just fucking around, man. Didn’t mean to get you all worked up.”

Ryan didn’t answer right away. He took a sip of his beer and stared into the fire. “Y’know, you got a real talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.”

Ricky smirked and shrugged. “Yeah, well. That’s me. Always been like that.” He poked at the sand with a stick. “Look, I’m not trying to start shit tonight. Seriously. We’re all stuck here together for the weekend, might as well not make it worse.”

Matt took a hit off the joint and passed it toward Ryan. Ryan hesitated, then took a small puff before handing it back.

Ricky spent the next half hour watching them both drink. He could tell the pills were already starting to work their way in. Matt was blinking slower, his head resting back against the chair. Ryan was still sitting up straight, but his shoulders weren’t quite as tight as they’d been when he’d sat down.

Ricky tried again, voice a little lighter. “So what’s the deal with you two anyway? You and Taylor. You guys seem pretty solid. She always that nice to everyone?”

Ryan gave him a sideways look, still guarded. “She’s a good person. Tries to see the best in people. Even when they don’t deserve it.”

Ricky nodded like he was actually thinking about it. Obviously that phrasing had been pointed at him. Fucker. “Yeah, I noticed. She was real patient with me earlier when I was struggling in the water. Most people would’ve just laughed if they cared at all.” He took another drink. “You’re lucky, man. Not everyone gets a woman who actually gives a shit.”

Ryan was quiet for a second, then let out a short breath. “Yeah. She’s… she’s good to me.”

Ricky could feel Ryan’s guard dropping just a little. He kept his face neutral and kept going, playing innocent.

“I get why you were pissed earlier,” Ricky said. “I was being a total dick. I do that sometimes when I feel like I don’t belong somewhere. This whole trip thing… wasn’t really my idea either, you know?”

Ryan looked at him for a moment, then took another sip of his beer. “Yeah. I know.”

Matt shifted in his chair and yawned once, covering it with the back of his hand. Ricky smiled to himself but didn’t say anything about it.

He leaned back on his elbows in the sand, staring into the fire like he was just relaxing.

“So what are you guys gonna do the rest of the night?” he asked, keeping his tone light. “Just hang out here on the beach for a while?”

Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah. Probably. Let her get some sleep. She said she was tired.”

Ricky took another long drink from his beer and glanced toward the house again, toward the upstairs window where Taylor was probably already waiting. He looked back at Ryan.

“Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his voice light but with a little edge. “A woman like that? You’d be stupid not to take advantage of that body every chance you get.”

Ryan blinked at him, slower than usual. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Ricky shrugged and poked at the sand with his stick. “I’m just saying. She’s hot as fuck, man. That face? Those huge tits? You’re a lucky bastard. I’d be all over her if she was mine. And that ass. Whoo boy.”

Ryan shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable. “Watch it.”

Ricky grinned a little, like he was just shooting the shit. “Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t notice. Every guy does. Even Matt was staring at her in that crazy bikini earlier. Right, Matt?”

Matt gave a small, awkward laugh but didn’t say anything. He was already looking heavy-eyed from the spiked beer.

Ricky kept going, voice casual but still digging in, “You ever think about how many guys probably want her? Bet she gets hit on all the time. Does she have a sister or something? Someone a little closer to my age maybe?”

Ryan rubbed his face with one hand, blinking hard again. “No. She doesn’t have a sister. And you really need to shut the fuck up.”

Ricky leaned back on his elbows in the sand, smirking. “I’m just asking, man. She seems like she’d be a great lay. Real responsive. You know what I mean? The way she moves… bet she’s loud in bed too. Tell me, she a screamer?”

Ryan’s jaw tightened. He looked like he was trying to focus, but the pills were hitting him now. His words came out more slowly than he probably meant them to. “What? Nn- She’s… she’s good. Real good. But that’s none of your fucking business.”

Ricky raised his eyebrows, like he was surprised Ryan even answered. “See? Knew it. You got yourself a good one. I’d be keeping her in bed all weekend if she was mine. She wouldn’t even know the beach was here.”

Ryan sat up straighter, but he looked unsteady doing it. “You’re being an asshole again. Knock it the fuck off.”

Ricky didn’t back down. He just smiled and took another sip of his beer. “What? I’m paying you a compliment. Most guys would kill to have a wife like Taylor. You’re out here drinking with us while she’s upstairs all alone? That seems like a waste, bro.”

Ryan blinked hard again, trying to keep his eyes open. “I told you to shut up about her.”

Ricky just laughed under his breath and stared into the fire, watching Ryan’s head start to nod a little. 

Ricky watched Matt’s head tip back against the chair, mouth half open with a snore starting, eyes already shut. The guy was gone. Ryan was still fighting it, blinking slowly and heavily, but his shoulders had gone loose, and his beer can was dangling from his fingers like he kept forgetting it was there.

Ricky took another sip from his own can and leaned forward a little, voice casual like they were just shooting the shit. “You think Taylor would ever get with a guy like me?”

Ryan’s eyes dragged over to him, unfocused. “No… fucking way, man. Never.”

Ricky laughed under his breath, low and mean. “Yeah? Why not? I’m younger. Probably got more energy than you these days. Bet I could make her cum harder than you ever have. She’d be shaking all over the bed if I got my hands on her. You ever wonder what she’d sound like with a real cock in her instead of whatever you’re playing with down there?”

Ryan’s face twitched. He tried to sit up straighter, but it looked like it took effort. “Shut… shut the fuck up about her.”

Ricky didn’t stop. He made his tone even lighter, almost friendly, like he was just curious. “I’m serious though. She’s got that body… those tits, that sweet ass. I’d have her on her back all night. Make her beg for it. You think she’d like my cock? Probably. Most girls do when it’s bigger, and they actually know how to use it.”

Ryan’s head lolled a little. His words came out thick and slow. “You’re… you’re a fucking asshole. Always been an asshole. My parents…”

Ricky grinned and took another drink. “Maybe. But at least I’m honest. How much you packing anyway? Between you and me, which brother’s got the bigger dick? I’m betting it’s me. She’d probably feel the difference right away. Wouldn’t even have to work that hard to make her cum. Just bend her over and…”

“Stop,” Ryan slurred, trying to glare at him but his eyes kept drifting shut. “Just… stop talking about my wife like that.”

Ricky leaned back on his elbows in the sand, staring at the fire and thought out loud. “I’m just saying. If I had a wife that hot I wouldn’t be sitting out here figuring out a way to let my drinking buddy fuck her. I’d be upstairs pounding her myself. All weekend. Have her creaming her brains out all over me.”

Ryan didn’t answer this time. His chin dropped gently toward his chest for a second before he jerked it back up, fighting to stay awake. His beer can finally slipped from his fingers and hit the ground with a soft thud. Foam spilled from it onto the sand.

Ricky watched him for a moment, then stood up slowly, brushing sand off his shorts with disgust. Matt was completely out. Ryan was barely hanging on, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“Gonna take a piss,” Ricky said with the biggest shit-eating smirk of his life. “You guys just relax. I’ll take things from here.”

Ryan made a weak sound, like he was trying to say something, but it didn’t come out clearly. His head dropped again.

Ricky turned and walked toward the house, heart beating a little harder now. The fire crackled behind him. Neither of them moved.

They’re done. Both of them. Time to go see what Taylor’s got waiting upstairs.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Ricky chuckled under his breath, “I’ll make that cuck fantasy of yours come true.”

***

Ricky slipped in through the side door, moving quietly. The house was dark and still. He took the stairs slowly, one at a time, listening. When he reached the top, he paused outside the master bedroom. No sound from inside. He turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to slide through, then closed it behind him without letting it click.

Taylor was on the bed.

She had a blindfold on. The little black lace thing she was wearing was barely there, thin straps and sheer panels that showed off her phenomenal tits and the generous curve of her hips. Her legs were slightly parted, one knee bent.

Ricky stood there for a second, heart beating hard in his chest. Fuck. She’s really waiting. All dressed up for Matt. 

He stepped closer to the bed. Taylor turned her head toward the sound of his footsteps. Her breathing was already faster than normal.

Ricky climbed onto the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight. He didn’t say anything. He reached out and gently touched her calf first, sliding his hand up the inside of her leg, rough palm against her smooth skin. Taylor let out a shaky breath and shifted a little, opening her thighs more for him.

He moved his hand higher, fingers brushing over the thin lace between her legs. She was already warm there. Wet enough that he could feel she’d soaked through the fabric.

Taylor’s lips parted. “Matt…?”

Ricky still didn’t answer. He just pressed his fingers harder against her pussy as if in confirmation, rubbing slow circles over the thin lace. Taylor’s hips twitched. A soft sound came sighing out of her throat.

He leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh, then higher, dragging his smirking mouth up toward her hip. His other hand slid up her stomach and under the lace, finding her left tit. He squeezed it, thumb brushing over her nipple until it got hard under his touch.

Taylor’s breathing got heavier. She reached out like she was trying to find him in the dark, her hand brushing against his arm. He couldn’t believe he was actually here with Ryan’s girlfriend underneath him. He’d have to thank his dear old dad when he got home.

Ricky pulled back just enough to ease his shorts down. His cock was already rock hard, thick and heavy.

He reached out and again ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, coarse palm dragging over her smooth skin. Taylor shivered and let her legs fall open a little more. He could already feel the heat coming off her pussy from a few inches away.

Ricky rubbed two fingers over the thin film of lace between her spread legs. Taylor let out a shaky breath and lifted her hips a little, chasing his touch.

Then she reached out.

Her hand found his thigh first, then moved higher, searching in the dark. Her fingers brushed against his cock, and she froze for a second. Ricky stayed still, letting her feel it. Her hand around him, or tried to. She couldn’t quite close her fingers all the way around the shaft of it.

Taylor gasped. A real, surprised sound that came out of her throat before she could stop it.

“Fuck…” she whispered, voice low and a little shaky. Her hand slid down his shaft, feeling how thick and heavy he was. “Jesus, Matt…I never knew…”

Ricky smirked in the dark but didn’t say anything. He just let her keep touching him, feeling her fingers slowly explore like she couldn’t believe what she was holding.

Taylor’s breathing got faster. She gave his cock a slow stroke, then another, almost like she was checking if it was real. Then she started pulling on it, guiding him forward, trying to line him up with her pussy by herself.

Ricky moved with her, letting her do what she wanted. He hooked two fingers into the side of her lace and yanked it out of the way, exposing her to the bedroom air. Ryan’s wife gasped and kept tugging on his growing cock, trying to pull the head down to her slick entrance. She was impatient now, hips shifting, legs spreading even wider for him.

When the head of his cock finally brushed against her wet pussy she let out another soft sound, almost a whimper. She rubbed him up and down through her folds a couple times, coating him in her wetness, then tried to pull him inside.

Ricky took over then.

He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away, then gripped the base of his cock and pushed forward. The head didn’t move at first, just sat pressed against the pink glistening lips at her entrance and went no further. The intimate contact made Ricky even harder, and he started making little fuck motions with his hips. His cock’s sizable crown was bathed in her streaming fluids and after a moment was wet enough to stretch her open slowly. Taylor’s mouth fell open, and she grabbed at his arms, nails digging in.

“Oh my god…” she breathed as he sank into her inch by inch. She was tight as fuck, clenching around him like her body was trying to adjust to the new level of size. Ricky had to work himself in, short little thrusts until he was buried all the way inside her.

Taylor’s head tipped back against the pillows. Her chest was heaving. “Fuck, Matt… you feel…so fucking thick…”

Ricky stayed buried deep inside her for a second, just feeling her pulse around him. Savoring the moment, his cock and balls deep in the golden boy’s wife. Then he started moving. Slow, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before slowly pushing the whole thing back in. Taylor moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper like she couldn’t get enough.

He leaned down over her, chest brushing against her tits through the lace. His mouth was right by her ear when he spoke, voice low and rough.

“Feel good?” he asked in a low whispered voice.

Taylor nodded fast, still thinking it was Matt. “Uh... uh... ahh…Yeah… god, yeah. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Ricky smirked against her neck and picked up the pace, hips snapping harder now. The sound of skin on skin filled the quiet room. Taylor’s hands slid up his back, holding on tight while he fucked her relentlessly.

He could feel how wet she was getting around him as their hips slapped together. Every time he bottomed out, she made these soft, desperate little sounds that went straight to his cock.

That’s it. Take it.

Ricky kept his thrusts deep and steady, grinding into her fervently at the end of every stroke. Taylor’s legs tightened around him. Her breathing was getting ragged, little moans spilling out every time he pushed his cock in.

He stayed quiet except for his breathing and the occasional low grunt when he felt her clench around him. His hands stayed on her hips, gripping hard, holding her in place while he fucked his brother’s wife in the dark.

Taylor was already starting to shake under him. Her pussy was getting tighter, wetter. She was close. He could feel it building.

Ricky slowed down just enough to drag it out, rolling his hips deep and slow, making sure she felt every thick inch stretching her wide open.

Ricky kept up, fucking her in deep, steady strokes, hips rolling hard every time he bottomed out. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her was getting louder and filthier. Taylor’s breathing had turned into these short, shaky gasps every time he drove in.

She was getting more vocal now. The words tumbled out between moans.

“Mmmph…fuck, Matt… you’re so deep…ahh... mmm..… god, you feel so fucking good…”

Ricky didn’t say anything. He just gripped her hips tighter and fucked her harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the dark bedroom. Taylor’s hands slid up his back, nails dragging over his skin like she needed something to hold onto.

He leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It was hard and deep, his mouth crashing into hers, tongue insistently pushing past her lips like he was trying to devour hers. Taylor made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a desperate moan. She kissed him back just as hungrily, tongues sliding and fighting, wet and messy. Her hands came up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer like she couldn’t get enough.

Ricky kept thrusting the whole time, fucking her through the kiss, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together mixing with the filthy sounds of their mouths. Taylor was moaning into the kiss now, hips lifting to meet every thrust like she was starving for it.

He pulled back just enough to bite at her bottom lip, then dove back in, kissing her even harder. Taylor’s legs locked tighter around his waist. Her hands were everywhere. Clawing eagerly at his back, grabbing his shoulders, sexily sliding down to his ass like she was trying to pull him deeper.,

“Matt… oh my god…” she gasped against his mouth between kisses. “You’re fucking me so good… don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

Ricky stayed quiet except for his heavy breathing and the occasional low grunt. He kept kissing her, tongues sliding hot and wet, while he drove his hard cock into her harder, faster, then slowing down. The bed was loudly creaking under them now.

Taylor’s body started to tense up beneath him. Her moans got higher, more desperate. Her nails dug into his back hard enough to leave long red marks.

“I’m gonna cum…” she whimpered into his mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard…”

Ricky didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through it, hips snapping, cock pounding deeply while he kissed her.

Mmm… ohhh… shit… I’m… ahhh…fuckk...”Taylor’s whole body locked up. She came hard, back arching off the bed, a loud, broken moan ripping out of her throat and straight into his mouth. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and squeezing as the orgasm tore through her. Her hands clawed at him desperately, legs shaking around his waist.

Ricky rode her straight through it, still kissing her, still thrusting deep and steady while she came all over his cock. Taylor whimpered into his mouth, voice raw and hungry, hips twitching under him.

“Fuck… fuck, Matt…” she gasped against his lips, still shaking. “Oh my god… it feels so fucking good…I never thought…”

Ricky didn’t say a word. He just kept kissing her, deep and messy, and kept fucking her through every last twitch of her orgasm, cock buried deep inside his brother’s wife while she came harder than she probably ever had for her husband.

She broke the kiss, panting against his mouth.

“Is Ryan in the room?” she asked, voice shaky and thick. “Is he watching right now?”

Ricky didn’t answer.

He just kissed her again, rough and deep, and started fucking her harder. Much harder. His hands gripped her hips tight enough to bruise as he slammed into her, burying every thick inch on every thrust. The bed slammed against the wall. Taylor cried out into his mouth, the sound raw and desperate.

She shivered on the beach when she caught me staring at her tits. Couldn’t even look at me afterwards. Ryan would’ve killed me if he knew what I was thinking then. He’d never let me get anywhere near her like this. And now look at her. Legs spread open and begging for more. My cock buried in his wife.

Taylor’s hands clawed at his back, nails digging in hard as he pounded her. She was getting louder again, the words spilling out between broken moans.

“Fuck… oh my god, Matt… you’re so deep… so fucking thick…mmmph..ahhh…don’t stop”

Ricky kept his mouth on hers, kissing her messy and hungry while he fucked her through it. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he got rougher, hips snapping forward with heavy, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt.

Taylor’s voice cracked. “You’re gonna make me cum again… fuck, I can feel it… don’t stop, please don’t stop…mmm…fuck.f…uck…fuck”

She was right on the edge. Her pussy was gripping him so tight it almost hurt. Ricky stayed quiet except for his rough breathing and the low grunts that slipped out every time he bottomed out inside her. He could feel her getting close again, her body winding tighter and tighter under him.

Taylor’s head tipped back, mouth open against his. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock again…Ryan….god…I’m gonna cum on Matt’s cock, Ryan…I’m cumming…fuck…I’m cumming.”

Ricky fucked her straight through it, hard and steady, grinding deep at the end of every thrust while she shook and moaned into his mouth. Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first one. Her whole body locked up again, this time more intensely. Back arching, toes curled, a loud, broken cry ripping out of her throat as her pussy spasmed and pulsed around him. Her hands clawed at him desperately, legs shaking hard around his waist. ”Nnnghhh…yes…oh god”

Ricky kept kissing her throughout all of it, swallowing every desperate sound she made while he rode her orgasm out, cock buried deep inside his brother’s wife as she came all over him again.

Taylor was still twitching and gasping when she managed to speak, voice hoarse and hungry.

“Fuck… Matt… that was so good… you’re making me cum so hard tonight…Ryan…”

***

Taylor was still shaking when she felt it building again.

Her body hadn’t even settled yet. Her pussy was still pulsing around Matt in little aftershocks, her thighs trembling where they were locked around his waist. Every slow, deep thrust he gave her sent another ripple through her. She was sensitive as hell, but it didn’t matter. The divine pressure was already climbing back up fast, tighter than before. 

She felt his mouth brush against her ear, warm breath on her skin.

“You want the blindfold off?” he asked, voice low and rough. It didn’t sound like Matt. He was doing some kind of affected voice. Or maybe it was the music. Maybe this is just what he sounded like in bed. His sex voice. “You wanna see?”

Taylor nodded without thinking, too far gone to hesitate. “Uhh… yesss… ahh…yes… yes. Please. I’m so fucking horny right now. Mmm… fuck… mmm”

She felt his hand slide up and pull the blindfold off.

For a second everything was blurry. Then her eyes focused.

Ricky.

Ricky was on top of her. Ricky was inside her. Which meant that it was Ricky’s massive cock that was buried deep in her pussy, stretching her open with every slow thrust. His messy blond hair was damp with sweat from exertion. That same cocky little smirk was on his face as he watched her realize what he’d done. 

Taylor’s stomach dropped.

“Ricky…what the fuck…mmm…” she started, voice shaky. Her hands came up to his chest like she was going to push him off, but they just stayed there, fingers splayed against his skin. “How…Ughnn… how are you…mmm?”

Ricky cut her off.

He grabbed her face with one hand and kissed her hard, mouth crashing into hers, tongue pushing deep. It was messy and rougher than he’d kissed her before, nothing like the careful way Ryan usually kissed her. His tongue slid against hers, wet and demanding, and Taylor made a shocked gasp that quickly turned into a moan. She kissed him back before she could stop herself, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

The kiss was frantic. Hungry. Their tongues slid and tangled while he kept fucking her, hips rolling steadily and deep, the wet sound of his cock stretching her open filling the room. Taylor moaned into his mouth, the sound growing desperate. For a few seconds she forgot everything else. The kiss was too much, too intense, and it scrambled her brain.

Then it hit her again.

This wasn’t Matt. It wasn’t Ryan.

She pulled her mouth away with a gasp, turning her head to the side, breathing hard.

“Ricky… fuck, what the hell…you can’t…mhmmmm… god.” Her voice cracked. Her hands were still on his shoulders, not pushing him away like they should’ve been. “This isn’t… you can’t be…Fuck… fuck… nnnh…”

Ricky didn’t stop moving. He just kept thrusting into her, slowly and heavily, grinding his hips so that she felt his every thick inch drag against her slick walls. He leaned down close to her ear, voice low and rough.

“Feels good though, don’t it?” he muttered. “Your pussy’s gripping my cock like it doesn’t wanna let go.”

Taylor squeezed her eyes shut. A shaky moan slipped out of her anyway. He was right. She was still soaking wet around him, her body clenching every time she felt the heaven of him bottoming out. She could feel another orgasm building fast, tighter, harder than the last one, even though her mind was screaming at her to stop. God it all felt too good. Way better than it should…

“Nnnh…ah…fuck…This is wrong,” she breathed, voice small. “Ricky, we can’t…Ahh… mmm…Ryan’s…”

“Don’t worry about him right now., He wants this, right?” Ricky said, cutting her off again. He nipped at her neck, then licked the spot. “Just feel it. Feel how deep I’m getting. Bet he doesn’t fuck you like this.”

Taylor rolled her head further to the side, cheek pressing into the pillow. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She knew she should shove him off. Should scream. Should do anything but lie here and take it while her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter.

But she couldn’t stop.

Every thrust sent electric sparks through her. Her hips were lifting on their own accord, eagerly meeting him halfway like her body had completely given up on listening to her head. She could feel how ridiculously thick he was, stretching her open, hitting places that made her vision blur at the edges.

“Fuck…” she whimpered. “Please… mmm…it’s too much… you’re too ffffuh…big…”

Ricky let out a low, satisfied sound against her neck. “Yeah? Your steak too juicy too? You like it though. Can feel you squeezing me like crazy every time I push in. Greedy little pussy.”

Taylor moaned again, louder this time, raw and helpless. She turned her face back toward him without meaning to, eyes glassy. Her hands slid up into his hair, fingers twisting in the messy strands as he fuck her even harder.

“Ugnnh…I shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped, voice breaking. “This is so fucked up… but it feels…Ohhh fuck…oh god, it feels so good…”

Ricky smirked against her mouth and kissed her again, tongue sliding deep while he drove into her with heavier strokes. The bed creaked loudly under them. Taylor kissed him back, messy and desperate, moaning into his mouth every time the wide base of his rock-solid cock stretched her lips more than anything ever had before.

Her next orgasm was rushing up fast now. Her whole body was winding tighter, thighs shaking where they were locked fast around his waist. She could feel it coming, bigger, more chaotic than the last ones, and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to.

Ricky pulled back just enough to look down at her, still thrusting deep and steady.

“Gonna cum on my cock again, aren’t you?” he muttered, voice crude and quiet. “Go ahead. Let me feel it. Bet you never cum this hard for him.”

“Nnnh… oh god…fuck…Fffuck… nnnh…” she gasped. Taylor’s back arched. A broken, animalistic sound tore out of her throat as the orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down hard around him, pulsing and squeezing as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure ripped through her. Her hands clawed at his back, nails dragging over his skin while she shook underneath him.

Ricky did not slow down. He fucked her straight through it, hips thrusting, cock pounding deep while she came all over him again. Taylor kept moaning, voice hoarse and desperate, hips twitching like her body didn’t know what to do with how intense it felt.

When it finally started to ease, she was panting hard, eyes unfocused, still clinging to him.

Ricky slowed down just a little, rolling his hips deep and slow while she trembled through the aftershocks. He leaned in close to her ear again.

“Still want me to stop?” he asked, voice low and smug.

Taylor didn’t answer right away. She just lay there breathing hard, body still twitching around his cock, the guilt and shame twisting in her stomach even while the pleasure kept humming through her veins. She knew she should say yes.

But she didn’t.

Ricky smirked down at her, slow and knowing, like he could already feel her giving in. He kept moving inside her, but slower now. Shallow, teasing thrusts that barely pulled out before sinking back in, just enough to make her feel every inch stretching her open. Taylor’s breath hitched. She tried to look away, but his eyes stayed locked on hers.

“Mmm…” she whimpered

He lowered his head until their faces were only inches apart. Nose to nose. She could feel his hot breath against her open lips. His eyes were right there, staring straight into hers like he was trying to crawl inside her head. Taylor’s chest tightened. It was too much. Too intimate. Way too fucking intimate for what this was.

She didn’t know where to put her hands. They stayed on his shoulders, fingers twitching against his skin. Her breathing was shaky and fast. Every slow thrust made her pussy flutter around him even though she was still trying to tell herself to stop this insanity.

“Hnn…” she breathed, eyes unable to break from his.

Ricky didn’t say a word. He just kept fucking her like that, deep and steady, holding her gaze the whole time. Taylor’s lips parted on a soft, helpless sound. A little mew slipped out of her throat before she could swallow it. Her hips lifted on their own, chasing the next thrust even while her mind was screaming at her.

He kept staring. She kept staring back. Neither of them looked away. She couldn’t help it. The only sounds in the room were their breathing and the wet, filthy noise of his cock sliding in and out of her. Taylor’s thighs trembled where they were wrapped around him. Every time his pole bottomed out, she made another one of those soft, broken little sounds, her body answering him even when she didn’t want it to. ”Uhhnn…”

Ricky’s hips slowed even more until he was barely moving, just grinding deep inside her, holding himself within her there. Then he stopped completely. He stayed buried to the hilt and leaned in the last inch, pressing his mouth to hers.

This kiss was different.

It wasn’t rough like before. It was slower. Deeper. His tongue slid against hers like he was tasting her, like he had all the time in the world. Taylor made a small, confused sound into his mouth and kissed him back before she could stop herself. It felt too much like something else. Something she wasn’t supposed to be doing with him.

She moaned his name without meaning to,“Ricky…”

It came out low and shaky, almost a whimper. The second it left her mouth, she felt a hot rush of shame flood through her chest. It felt wrong. Dirty. Wicked in a way that made her stomach twist and her pussy clench tighter around him at the same time.

She moaned it again, quieter this time, like she couldn’t help it.

“Ricky…”

He pulled back just enough to look at her, that same smug little smirk still on his face. His cock gave one slow, deep thrust.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Say it again.”

Taylor’s face burned. She turned her head to the side, but he followed, keeping his face close.

“Feels better than his, doesn’t it?” Ricky said, thrusting again, slow and deliberate. “Bet he doesn’t stretch you like this. Bet he doesn’t make you cum so hard you forget your own fucking name.”

Taylor’s breath caught. She should’ve told him to shut up. Should’ve told him to get off her. Instead another moan slipped out when he ground in deep again.

“Ricky… we shouldn’t...Nnnh…fuck…”

“He ever fuck you like this?” Ricky cut in, voice quiet but crude. “Or does he just climb on top and get his in two minutes like a good little husband?”

Taylor’s fingers dug into his shoulders. Her hips were still moving with him, rolling up to meet every slow thrust even while guilt twisted in her gut.

“Mmm... stop talking about him,” she whispered, but it came out weak.

Ricky smirked and leaned down to bite at her bottom lip before kissing her again, messy and deep.

“Why? You’re the one moaning my name while his wife’s, nnng, cunt squeezes my cock.” He thrust harder on the last word, making her gasp. “You gonna tell him how good it feels when I make you cum? Or you gonna keep pretending you don’t like it? This is his thing, right?”

Taylor moaned into his mouth, “Mmm…”

Her body was moving on its own now, chasing every thrust, every filthy word. She knew it was wrong. Knew Ryan was somewhere else. Absolutely knew this was his little brother inside her. But her pussy kept clenching around Ricky’s driving cock, and she couldn’t make herself stop.

“Hhhnnn…fuck…” she breathed against his lips. “Ricky… it’s too much…”

“Yeah, it is,” he muttered, fucking her a little harder now. “And you’re gonna take every fucking inch of it.”

Taylor’s breath came out shaky against his mouth. Her body was already moving with him again, hips rolling up to meet every slow thrust even while her mind kept trying to catch up. His words were so crude. Like spoken poison. But god, they hit her just fucking right. Shame seemed to run straight through her. She could feel how wet she was, how easily he was sliding in and out of her now. Every time he bottomed out, she felt that thick stretch and her pussy clenched around him without her permission.

Ricky kept that same steady pace for a minute, grinding deep, letting her feel every inch. Then he pulled back just enough to look at her.

“Say it again,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Say my name.”

Taylor’s eyes flicked away for a second. Her face burned. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out right away.

Ricky didn’t wait.

He pulled himself out almost all the way, the head of his cock just barely inside her, then slammed it back in hard. The sudden deep thrust knocked a broken sound from her throat.

“Ricky…” It came out on its own.

The second his name left her mouth, something in her cracked open. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she started fucking him back, really fucking him back, hips whipping up off the bed to meet every pounding thrust. Ricky made a low, satisfied sound and started moving harder, faster, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

Taylor’s hands slid down his back, fingers digging into the wiry muscle. She was moaning now, short and desperate, every thrust punching another sound out of her. Her pussy was gripping him tight, fluttering and clenching like it couldn’t get enough.” Hah… hah… mmm…”

“Fuck…Ricky…” she gasped, the name spilling out again without her meaning to. It felt wrong. It felt filthy. And it made her clench even harder around him.

Ricky leaned down, mouth right by her ear as he fucked her deep and steady.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered. “Say it while I’m inside you. Say whose cock is making you get this sopping wet.”

Taylor moaned again, louder this time. Her nails dragged down his sweat-covered back. She could feel another orgasm building fast, tighter and hotter than the last two. Her body was moving on its own now, chasing every thrust, every filthy word. Somewhere in the quiet of her mind she knew he’d been fucking her for a while already. So long. Longer than…

“Ricky… oh my god…” Her voice cracked. “Mmm… fuck… mmm…you’re so deep… fuck, you’re so fucking deep…”

He groaned low against her neck and fucked her harder, hips snapping. The bed creaked loudly under them.

“Bet he never gets you this sloppy,” Ricky said, voice rough and crude. “Bet his cock doesn’t stretch you like this. You’re dripping all over me, Taylor. Listen to how wet you are.”

She could hear it. Every thrust made a slick, filthy sound. Her face burned hotter but her hips kept lifting, meeting him thrust for thrust..

Ricky kept talking, low and nasty right against her ear. Shame burned her face and she felt her pussy flutter for him.

“Gonna cum on my cock again, aren’t you? Go on. Cum for me while you moan my name. Let me feel that greedy little pussy squeeze me.”

Taylor’s whole body went tight. Her fingers slid down to his ass, nails digging in hard on his flexing cheeks as the orgasm crashed over her. She came hard, back arching off the bed, a broken, animalistic moan tearing out of her throat.

“Ricky…fuck.f..fuck… fuck… nnnh…Ricky… I’m cumming…” Her pussy clamped down around him in hard, pulsing waves. Her nails dug deeper into his ass, holding him there as she shook underneath him. The pleasure ripped through her so strongly that her vision blurred. She kept moaning his name through it, voice hoarse and desperate, hips twitching and rolling as the new orgasm tore through her. “Ricky….Ricky”

Ricky didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, deep and rough, groaning low every time her pussy squeezed him.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered against her mouth. “That’s it. Cum all over my cock, Taylor. Such a good girl.”

Taylor was still shaking, still clenching around him, when she pulled him down into another messy kiss. She moaned into his mouth, tongue sliding against his, hips still moving. She couldn’t get enough even after cumming that hard.

Ricky kissed her back just as hungrily, still thrusting deep and steady while she trembled through the aftershocks.

Taylor broke the kiss for a second, breathing hard against his lips. “Ricky…” she whispered again, voice small and utterly wrecked. Her body was still moving with him, still chasing more even though she’d just cum so hard it left her dizzy.

He smirked against her mouth and kept fucking her, slower now but still deep, letting her feel every thick inch while she shook underneath him.

Taylor’s hands stayed on his ass, fingers flexing, nails still pressed into his skin. Her mind was a mess. She knew she should stop. She knew this was wrong. This was poisonous. 

But her body kept moving with him anyway, and another soft, helpless moan slipped out of her throat as he rolled his hips in deep again.

***

Ryan’s eyes dragged open. His head felt thick, like someone had packed it with wet towels. The fire had burned down to almost nothing, just a few red coals left in the pit. Matt was still in the chair across from him, head all the way back, mouth hanging open. Dead asleep.

Ryan turned his head slowly. No Ricky. The spot where he’d been sitting in the sand was empty except for a crushed beer can. He blinked hard, his mind sluggish as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. His brain felt like jello. He swallowed, his throat completely dry.

He tried to think. They’d been talking. Ricky had been running his mouth about Taylor again, asking him shit he shouldn’t have. Ryan remembered getting pissed… then everything got blurry. He couldn’t remember how it had ended.

He pushed himself up on one elbow. His arms felt heavy. “Matt,” he said. He reached over and shook Matt’s arm. “Hey. Wake up.”

Matt didn’t move. Ryan shook him harder. Nothing. A bad feeling started crawling up the back of his neck. He got to his feet, unsteady. The ground tilted, and he had to grab the back of the chair to stay upright. He looked around the beach one more time. Still no sign of Ricky.

Something was wrong.

He started walking toward the house, feet dragging through the sand. Every step felt like it took more effort than it should’ve. As he got closer, he heard it. A low, steady thumping sound coming from upstairs. Then Taylor’s voice, carrying through an open window.

Ryan stopped for a second, frowning. His brain was still moving too slow. He couldn’t make sense of it right away.

She’s supposed to be waiting for Matt…

He pushed through the back door and stepped inside. The sounds were louder now. The wet slap of skin. Taylor moaning again, louder this time. The bed creaked hard against the wall.

Ryan’s stomach went tight. He moved toward the stairs, one hand on the railing to keep himself steady. His heart started beating harder, cutting through some of the fog in his head.

He climbed slowly. Each step felt heavier than the last. Taylor’s voice got clearer the higher he went.

“Fuck… Ricky…”

Ryan froze on the stairs for a second. His name. She’d said his name. It always sounded wrong whenever she said it. He kept going, quieter now. The air at the top of the stairs was tinged with the unmistakable scent of sex. The master bedroom door was cracked open a few inches. Ryan stepped closer and leaned in to look through the gap.

Taylor was on her back in the middle of the bed. The blindfold was off, discarded on one of the pillows. She was looking straight up at Ricky’s face while he energetically fucked her. Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his back. Her hands were clawing at his shoulders, pulling him down into a messy, hungry kiss. Ricky was driving into her hard, hips snapping, the sounds of it loud and wet.

Taylor broke the kiss for a second, breathing ragged. “Mmm… fuck… mmm…god, Ricky… you’re so fucking thick… don’t stop…”

Ricky didn’t say anything back. He just kept resolutely fucking her, deep and rough, a small smirk on his face. His eyes flicked toward the door for a second. He saw Ryan standing there. The smirk got a little wider, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t say a word. He just kept pounding into Taylor’s open legs like Ryan wasn’t even there.

Taylor’s head tipped back against the pillows. Her mouth fell open as another moan ripped out of her. “Yes, just like that… fuck…fuck… I’m gonna cum again… you’re making me cum so hard…”

Ryan stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still gripping the frame. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. His wife was looking right up at his half-brother, moaning his name, pulling him deeper while she came on his cock.

“Ah…ah…ah…ahhh..fuck…!” his wife whimpered.

Ricky glanced at the door again, still smirking, and kept going.

***

Taylor’s eyes were half-lidded, still coming down from the orgasm that had just ripped through her, when she noticed Ricky’s gaze shift. He was still buried deep inside her, hips moving in those slow, heavy thrusts, but his eyes flicked toward the doorway. A small smirk pulled at his mouth.

She followed his look.

Ryan was standing there.

Taylor’s stomach dropped hard. Her brain tried to catch up, but everything felt slow and scrambled. Ryan was right there in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame like he needed it to stay upright. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, swaying a little on his feet like he was drunk. Matt wasn’t with him. Where the fuck was Matt?

Why is Ryan here? Did he… did he set this up? Is this what he wanted? But he looks— he looks fucked up. Why isn’t he saying anything? Why isn’t he stopping this? How long has he been watching? Is this what he wants?

Ricky didn’t stop moving. He just kept fucking her, deep and steadily, while Ryan stood there watching. Taylor’s face burned with shame. She should’ve pushed Ricky off. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve done something. But her body was still buzzing, still clenching around the thick cock stretching her open, and the pleasure was too strong to shove down.

Ricky leaned down and kissed her again, sloppy and wet, tongue pushing into her mouth while Ryan watched from the door. Taylor moaned into it before she could stop herself. Her hands came up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer even as her mind spun. It felt too good. Every slow thrust dragged against her walls and sent another spark through her.

Ricky broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips, voice low and rough so only she could hear.

“Look at him,” he muttered, still fucking her. “Standing there like a fucking idiot while I’m balls-deep in his wife. Bet he’s never seen you cum like that before.”

Taylor’s breath hitched. Her eyes flicked back toward the doorway for a second. Ryan was still there, swaying, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there.

Ricky kissed her again, messier this time, sucking on her bottom lip before sliding his tongue back into her mouth. Taylor moaned into it, hips lifting to meet his thrusts even while shame twisted in her chest.

“Gonna cum again, aren’t you?” Ricky whispered against her ear, voice filthy. “Right in front of him. On my cock. While he just stands there like a drunk piece of shit.”

Taylor’s whole body tightened. Another orgasm was rushing up fast, hotter and sharper than the last one. Her mind was screaming, but her pussy kept clenching around Ricky like it wanted more. She could feel how wet she was, how easily he was sliding in and out of her now.

Ricky’s hand slid down to grip her ass, pulling her up into his thrusts.

“Say my name,” he muttered, voice low and demanding. “Moan it while he watches.”

Taylor’s mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. Shame twisted through her, feeling better than it ever should. Her eyes were glassy, locked on Ricky’s face even though she could feel Ryan’s presence in the doorway like a weight.

Ricky slammed in harder on the next thrust. “Say it.”

“Ughnn…Ricky…” It came out broken and desperate.

He grinned, fucking her harder now, the sound of the wet slap of their bodies bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Again.”

“Ricky… fuck…” Taylor’s voice cracked as the orgasm hit her. Her back arched off the bed, and she came hard, pussy clamping down around him in tight, pulsing waves. “Ricky.. I’m cumming…fuck, Ricky…Fuck… fuck… nnnh…”

Ricky groaned low against her mouth and kept going, hips snapping as he chased his own release.

“Gonna bust,” he muttered, voice rough. “You gonna take it, aren’t ya? Take it all, Taylor. Milk it out of me.”

Taylor’s legs tightened around his waist. She didn’t answer. She just held on, nails digging into his back as he violently drove into her a few more times. Then he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there.

Taylor’s legs locked tighter around him. She didn’t tell him to pull out. She didn’t push him away. Her body was still shaking from her orgasm when she felt him swell inside her. Shame drenched her very being.

His cock jerked hard inside her, swelling as the first thick pulse hit. Ricky let out a low, guttural animal sound and ground against her, unloading in heavy, hot spurts. Taylor could feel every single one. The way his cock throbbed and kicked as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. It was a lot. Too much. She could feel it flooding her, filling her up until it started leaking out around the wide base of his cock with every slow grind of his hips.

The sensation pushed her over again.

“Fffuck… nnnh…Hah… hah… mmm…” Taylor came with a broken moan, her stuffed pussy clamping down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses as she milked the rest of his load out of him. Her whole body shook under his. She kept her legs locked around him, holding him deep while he emptied himself inside her. “Ohh… ohh… ohhh…Ricky…fffuck”

Ricky stayed buried deep, breathing hard against her neck as the last few pulses left him. Taylor could feel how full she was, his cum thick and warm inside her, slowly leaking out around the base of his cock. Sloshing around inside of her.

He finally lifted his head and kissed her again, slower this time. Sloppy and wet. Their mouths moved together lazily while they both tried to catch their breath. Taylor could taste the sweat on his lip. Her body felt wrecked, slick with sweat and cum, thighs trembling where they were still wrapped around him. Shame and guilt and something else new burning in her chest.

Ricky didn’t pull out. He just stayed there, cock still buried inside her, occasionally giving a lazy little thrust that pushed more of his load out of her.

Taylor stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving, mind spinning.

Ryan was still in the doorway.

She could feel Ricky’s cum continuing to leak out of her in warm little trickles, running down between her ass cheeks and onto the sheets. Her pussy kept fluttering weakly around him like it wasn’t ready to let go yet. The thought hit her that she’d have to clean the sheets or else her mother-in-law would kill her.

Ricky finally pulled back just enough to look at her, that same smug little creepy smirk still sitting on his face. He gave one more slow, deep thrust, pushing the mess he’d left inside her even deeper.

Taylor’s breath hitched. She gasped, “Nnnh…” 

She didn’t say anything. She just lay there under him, legs still loosely around his waist, feeling his cum slowly dripping out of her while Ryan stood frozen in the doorway watching the whole thing.

***

Ryan stood in the doorway, one hand locked around the frame. His head felt slow and heavy.. Taylor was on her back with her legs wrapped around Ricky’s waist. They were kissing slow and deep, tongues sliding, her hands gripping the back of his neck like she needed more. Ricky stayed buried inside her, giving these lazy little thrusts that pushed more of his cum out around his cock every time he moved. Taylor moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back like she was still lost in it.

Ryan’s stomach twisted. He couldn’t look away.

Ricky finally lifted his head. He gave one last slow, deep push that made more cum leak out of her, then pulled out completely. A thick, messy load spilled from Taylor’s pussy the second his cock left her lips. It ran down between her ass cheeks in heavy white strands, soaking into the sheets. Her pussy stayed slightly gaped open, more of Ricky oozing out in slow pulses.

Ricky sat back on his heels, breathing hard. He glanced toward the door and saw Ryan standing there. The ugly fucking condescending smirk crossed his face. He wiped his cock on the inside of Taylor’s thigh, then stood up. As he walked past Ryan, he muttered, low and casual, “She didn’t want me to pull out, man. Milked every single drop out of me.”

Then he was gone.

Ryan stayed where he was.

Taylor was still on the bed. Legs spread. Chest rising and falling fast. Cum continued to leak out of her in slow, steady trickles, running down toward the sheets. She turned her head and looked straight at him.

Their eyes met.

Taylor’s face was flushed, lips swollen and wet. She was still breathing hard through her mouth. She didn’t close her legs. She didn’t reach for the sheet. She just stared at him while his half-brother’s cum kept slowly dripping out of her onto the bed.

Ryan’s fingers stayed tight on the doorframe. His cock was hard in his shorts, and the shame of it sat low and ugly in his gut. He could still see the way she had kissed Ricky at the end. Slow, deep, hungry. Like she had forgotten Ryan was even there.

Neither of them spoke.

The silence stretched out between them. Taylor’s legs shifted slightly, and another thin stream of cum leaked out of her. She didn’t try to stop it. She just kept looking at him, her face unreadable.

Ryan stared back.

Something had broken between them in that look. Something that wasn’t going to come back. He could feel it settling in his chest, cold and permanent. His father’s affair had already taken so much from him over the years. The broken trust, the years of tension, the way it had always made him feel like he was standing on shaky ground. And now here it was again, in the worst possible way. His own half-brother had just finished inside his wife while Ryan stood in the doorway, too fucked up to stop it.

Taylor kept looking at him. Ryan kept looking back.

Neither of them said a word.