Brandy walked into my room the next day.
"Jolene is coming over. Stay in here, okay? I'll talk to her for you."
"Thanks, but you don't need to do that," I said. "I can smooth things out with her. I don't want to come between your friendship."
"Yeah? What would you say if I was her?"
"First, I would explain how it was a misunderstanding. I thought-"
"Aaaand she's already gone. Forget all that. She's a girl, she doesn’t run on logic. All she wants to hear is, 'I'm a fucking idiot. I'm sorry for hurting you, you deserve better, and I promise not to do anything like that again.'"
I paused. "Yeah, okay."
"Don't worry, I'll put you in a good light. You'll be seeing her O face again by tomorrow."
"O face?"
"You know," she said as she scrunched her face and acted out a silent orgasm.
"That's not how you look," I said.
"I know, I was doing her. I'm still pretty when I cum."
I couldn't help but smile. It was true. And she nailed Jo’s expression.
"Now repeat it back to me so you can practice."
"You know…" I paused for effect. "This whole thing is stressing me out. What would really help would be if you got down on your knees…"
"Not with the door open, genius. That's the rule, remember? You never know how sound carries."
"Close the door, then."
She sighed as she complied. "You know, that isn't what you should be focused on. You should be worried about having to take care of these tits twice a day. My production keeps increasing, you know."
"Oh, I'm aware," I said as I eyed her overstuffed sweater. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were stiff and pointing directly at me. "Speaking of, do you need my help? You're looking pretty massive."
"I am. But I'm saving up for her."
"Damn. Pretty soon you're going to need me to drain you three times a day."
"That's what I'm saying," she said as she brought her elbows together and instantly created two small dark spots in the front of her sweater. "You don't need to win her back, just try to be civil."
"When have I not been?"
"Fair enough. Alright, what the hell," she said as she pulled her hair tie off her wrist and pulled back her blonde hair into a ponytail. "Can you at least drop your pants? I don't want to do all the work here!"
-----
Two hours later, there was a knock on my door. I didn't realize how nervous I was until the door opened and Jolene entered.
"Hey," I said as I stood up. "Jolene, I'm a fucking idiot. I'm sorry if I hurt you. You deserve better, and I promise not to do anything like that again."
"Thank you," Jolene said after a moment.
"And for the record, that's what your friend told me to say. But I want to add-" Brandy shot me a warning glare "-that you look beautiful."
She smiled. "Are you really sorry, then?"
"Absolutely. I hate how things went down and how you left, angrily. And I want to make it up to you. Will you give me that chance?"
"It's fine," she said. "For a long time, I had a crush on you. Now I realize you're just another guy. And maybe that's my fault for expecting too much. I think maybe we're better off going back to friends."
"Gotta start somewhere," I said.
"Yes!" Brandy cut in. "Let's put the past behind us."
"Alright," Jolene turned away. "I'm going to head back home, my parents made a family dinner. Want to come, Brandy?"
"Sure! Later, bro."
"Later."
-----
Sure enough, the next day Jolene stayed over to watch a movie and we didn't get halfway through it before she straddled me and we began kissing.
We were upstairs in the loft, and my parents rarely left the first floor. But we didn't need to hide anything now that my parents knew about us.
That changed when Brandy joined us in a three-way kiss and the girls moved to their knees to double-team my dick in a flurry of hands, tongues, and lips.
"Let's move this to my room," I said as the sounds of slurping grew excessive.
"No, mine," Brandy said. "It's the furthest from their room."
"Deal!"
Brandy must have told Jolene about us because she didn't seem surprised when the girls took turns riding me. We tried out a respectable amount of positions as I pounded them into the mattress.
I avoided finishing inside Jo after she'd already taken a plan B, but after covering both girls in semen and they'd already showered I ended up finishing inside Brandy for the remainder of the night and again in the morning.
She claimed she loved the feeling, especially running around the house all day and feeling me dripping down her leg.
"I'm your twinkie," she said after lunch the next day. "I want to always be filled with cream."
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We had two months of summer before the girls left for school. Originally, I’d planned on moving to a new city with one of my buddies from college. But I kept delaying, telling him I would be there next month and hoping he would save the room for me.
Every couple of days, Brandy and Jo would say something to try to convince me to move with them.
“Threesomes every night,” Jo said one evening as we sat on the loveseat in the upstairs loft.
“You know Dad is paying my rent, right?” Brandy added from the couch across from us. “You wouldn’t even have to tell him that you’re living with us so you could live for free.”
“Plus, threesomes every night.”
“Or, hell, we will tell Dad. He can give you money to protect his baby girl. You can spend it on booze and we’ll all live for free.”
“And! I don’t know if you’ve thought of this-” Jo began.
“Threesomes every night?” I asked.
“You got it! And individual fucking every morning! You know, for making love or whatever kinky shit it is you sibling fuckers like to do.”
“Nah. You two will already be tired of me by next week.”
“Big accusations considering we still like you after three,” Brandy said.
“Speak for yourself,” Jo said with a grin.
I reached forward and began tickling her ribs. “Oh, you’re tired of me already?”
"Ah! Stop! No! I don't consent!" Jo squealed between fits of giggles.
"Seriously though, bro. It's there anything keeping you? Don't you want to date two hot-ass college girls? A brunette with a big, juicy ass and a blonde with huge tits?"
I couldn't help but look past Jolene's struggling form at my sister's pair. They had been steadily gaining mass as they worked to keep up with all their demand. She currently wore a maternity bra when she left the house in the range of an H cup.
“Is black hair considered brunette?” Jo asked as I gave her a breather. “I thought it meant brown.”
“I hope it is, otherwise the ‘do you prefer blondes or brunettes’ question excludes something like seventy percent of the population and is shockingly racist,” I said.
“Are you going to answer the question?” Brandy asked me.
“I’ll think about it.”
“We’re going to convince you,” Jo said as she pulled me in for a kiss.
"Does your apartment complex have a gym?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think so. Why?"
"Well," I pulled her in for a bear hug as I began tickling her ribs again, "it seems like all the extra cream in your diet is starting to give you love handles!"
"Stoooop!" Jo squealed as she tried to get away. "Brandy, your brother can't come! He's too mean!"
"But I like the extra weight on you," Brandy teased as she pulled up her own top. "Come on, let's fatten you up!"
"Nooooo!"
-----
Two weeks later, I found myself out to dinner with Jo for our first official date together with only the two of us. It was Brandy's idea to keep up appearances.
"Breadsticks! Fuck yeah!" Jo said as she reached for our refill.
"Thanks," I said to the server as she walked off. "Damn, girl. You basic."
"Which one is it, am I basic or a chubber?"
I watched her break the breadstick in half before dipping it into her creamy soup. "Can't it be both?"
"Oh, shut up."
I reached for a breadstick of my own, grabbing it quickly as if I was afraid it would get bitten.
"So…" I began. "Since this is the first time we've been alone, is it bad that I want to talk trash about you friend?"
"I'm listening," she said as she took another bite.
"Is it just me, or does she act like she's afraid of ever leaving us alone together?"
"What do you mean? She doesn't care if we hook up."
"It's not that. But I swear anytime it's the two of us, she runs into the room in less than two minutes."
"Hey, yeah! She took the fastest shower ever this morning!"
"You know what I think?"
Jo grinned conspiratorially. "That she is afraid of us talking because we'll uncover things about her?"
I laughed. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of her worrying about our bonding and getting too close because she wants to be the one in command."
"Huh. Yeah, that too." She paused while reaching for another breadstick and put it back. "What do you know?"
"Me? Nothing you don't know. You two seem to tell each other everything."
"Oh, you're going to play it cool, huh? Fine, let's trade info."
"You first," I said.
"Alright. She hasn't told me this, but I know her well enough. She started taking the lactation pills for you."
"For me? What do you mean?"
"She found them six months ago, but she started taking them a few weeks before the trip. She wanted your attention, and she knew you liked her rack, so I think she took them because she wanted to seduce you."
"Why would she do that?"
"Because she's obsessed with you, obviously. She talks about you all the fucking time."
"Well, yeah, in the past month-"
"No, I mean for as long as I've known her."
"She always said that about you."
"Well, I do now," she said as she looked down at my lap. "And I may have had a crush on you at times. But nothing compared to her."
"Then why was she such a bitch the past couple of years?"
"Maybe she realized she couldn't have you. Maybe she thought she was flirting. Maybe she's just a bitch."
"Interesting theories.”
"Alright, your turn. Spill it."
I took a sip of wine to give myself time to think. "I honestly can't think of anything. By the way, I told you they wouldn't ID you."
"Yeah, I know. Welcome to Wyoming. The finest dining establishment in the state is this Olive Garden. Come on! I told you a pretty juicy one."
"Alright. This one might bring up a sore subject though."
"Continue."
"The girl who worked for the hotel. Did you and Brandy both tell her to hook up with me?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"When she told the girl to come over, were you part of that conversation?"
"Wait. She talked to the girl?"
"She told me you both did. Said you were trying to make it up to me after you sabotaged my conversation with her-"
"Hold up. Is that why she took me on a walk?"
"Well, yeah."
"I didn't know she talked to the girl."
"So that's why you were upset."
"Well, obviously! I sucked your cock that morning, and you go stick it in that tramp that night?"
"Brandy said you both talked to her for me as a thank you," I told her. "She said it was your idea.”
“Bullshit. Why would I do that?”
"She said you wanted to make it up to me.”
“Make what up to you? When we cock blocked you?”
“Yep.”
“So… you’re trying to make it out like you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No, I’m asking for the full story. It didn’t make any sense why you’d send a girl to my room and then get so angry about it later that you leave without saying a word.”
“Oh, I said plenty of words. Brandy didn’t pass them on?”
“She did not.”
“So this is why she hasn’t left us alone for more than five minutes, huh?” she said as she took a bigger sip of wine.
“It occurred to me, yes.”
“Wow. Okay, so we caught her on that bullshit. What else?”
I leaned forward to whisper dramatically. “It wasn’t the tacos. She poisoned you to make you sick.”
“WHAT!”
