When I get up to our bedroom, Jenna is curled up on the bed. She sits up when she sees me, as if surprised that I came up.
“Hey baby,” I say softly.
“Hey baby,” she replies quietly.
She curls up, bending her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. This accentuates her deliciously rounded ass inside her tight denim jeans. I want to slip my hands into the hem and feel her buttocks.
I sit on the bed facing her, and pull her close for a kiss. Her mouth tastes of the others, and it excites me.
I slip my hands under the waistband of her top and fondle her breasts. Her nipples are hard, just like when Uncle Logan touched her.
I reach behind her to gather up her long blond hair in my fist. I tug it gently until her neck arches back so that her breasts are thrusting up towards my mouth.
I suck one of her big nipples through the fabric of her top, soaking the cotton with my saliva.
“It turned me on when they looked at you,” I admit.
“You mean when they saw my bare breasts?” she says, with a challenging note in her voice.
“Yes.”
“Even my stepbrother?” she says, looking outraged.
“Especially him. I liked that they wanted to touch you, that they wanted to suck your nipples. I liked that I’m the only one who has.”
She pulls away from me a little, and she raises her chin defiantly. “Who says you’re the only one?”
“Did Uncle Logan suck you?” I ask eagerly, my cock thickening in my pants.
She shakes her head.
“Hunter?” I ask disbelievingly.
“Yes,” she says triumphantly.
“When?” I demand.
“Earlier. In the loft before you came home. He sucked my tits harder than you ever have. You only play with them. You never let me come.”
“He made you come?” I say, shocked. “Just by sucking your nipples?”
She looks a little wary now. “No.”
“Did you let him touch you between your legs?” I ask, half eager, half angry.
“Yes,” she says defiantly, seeming to be furious at my reaction. “Did you wish you were there to watch? That’s what he said. How does he know you like to watch?”
“He’s my brother. So what if he knows?”
“Did he fuck her? Did you watch? Is that how she knows?”
“What are you talking about?”
She lunges towards me and snatches my phone out of my pocket.
“Don’t think I don’t know she’s been sending you pictures. Open it. Show them to me.”
Angry now, I unlock the phone and show her the pictures. She stares at the picture of Celine’s ass and the cock fucking her pussy.
She scrolls through all of the pictures and messages.
“She’s been sending you pictures all night,” she accuses.
“So?” I taunt, furious at her tone. She has no right to be angry when she’s just confessed to messing around with my brother!
“You never told me about these messages. Why would she send you pictures?”
“She obviously knows that I like to watch.”
“I thought you only liked to watch me.”
“I do like to watch you, but you don’t like other men to touch you too much, even when it turns you on.”
“Well maybe I changed my mind!” she says, her cheeks blazing. “Maybe I finally found some men who turn me on enough for me to want to go to bed with them.”
“What?” I say, stunned.
She zooms in a little on the photograph of Celine’s ass. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” I admit.
“Then it’s too bad I didn’t photograph it earlier when your brother fucked me. I bet this is exactly what it looked like when he thrust his cock into me. And your uncle in the kitchen. Except his cock was much bigger than this.”
My breath hisses out from between my teeth. My heart beat rockets. If she could hear it she’d be scared.
I want to push her away from me, but at the same time I am suddenly desperate for her. My cock is fully hard now. I take her hand and press it against me.
“They fucked you?” I ask breathlessly.
“They fucked me and I loved it.”
She strokes my cock through my jeans. Her cheeks are flushed, whether with lust or anger I cannot tell.
“Your brother tore my panties off. He put my legs over his shoulders to pin me in place while his cock pounded into my pussy over and over. I wanted it.”
“And my uncle?” I choke out.
“In the kitchen he pulled down my shorts. He told me he wanted you all to walk in and see his thick dick buried inside me, stretching my tight little pussy lips wide apart.”
“Did it feel good?” I ask, desperately wishing I had been there to see. I thrust my cock harder against her hand.
“Unbelievably good,” she says. “But where were you while it was happening?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not!” She gives my cock one more squeeze, and then takes her hand away. “You were too busy flirting with Celine to notice. I guess you don’t need me when you’ve got her and her pictures.”
She turns her back to me and pulls the blanket over herself, giving me a clear signal to leave.
I put my hand tentatively on her shoulder. She shrugs it off.
Now that I am burning with lust for her more than I ever have for anyone in my entire life, she doesn’t want me.
