When we were twenty-two, we were at a friend’s apartment late at night. It was pouring rain, hard. When we left, my brother ran to get the car and I went to see why a beautiful young woman was sitting on the bottom step crying in the rain. She was shivering and wearing only a sheer super short purple baby doll nighty.
I asked her why she was out there crying. She told me that her boyfriend had pushed her out the door, slapped her bare ass on the way out, and told her to go away and never return. This happened hours ago. She was more upset about not having anywhere to go than she was about being near-naked in the pouring rain or never seeing him again.
My brother pulled up in our car. “Get the fuck out of the rain,” he yelled.
“Come on,” I said as I helped her to her feet. She was so cold she was stiff and could hardly move.
“Don’t bring her dripping clothes into the car!”
I pulled her nighty off over her head and dropped it onto the pavement. Let her old boyfriend wonder about that! I got into the car gently pulling her in with me.
She snuggled in close to me and said, “Thank you.”
I was wrapping my coat around her as she sat on my lap. She sat sideways, facing my brother. Trying to get as much of her legs up under my long coat as she could. I held her tight and my brother turned the heat on full blast.
Her nude body felt cold. I do not think that I have ever felt anyone so cold before. My brother felt her icy feet and said that we should get her in a hot shower ASAP. I agreed, and we sped off into the cold downpour towards our house. As I carried her inside, my brother ran ahead, opening doors, shedding his clothes, and turning on the shower. I passed her into his arms. She was shaking uncontrollably. She held onto him weakly and it was obvious that she couldn’t stand on her own.
I gathered up his wet clothes and carried them to the laundry room, emptied his pockets for him quickly, and dumped his clothes onto the floor. I emptied my pockets and stripped off my soaking wet clothes.
Then I turned up the house heater to 72 and got a hot drink for her. Back to the shower, I climbed in, holding her from behind and handing him the drink. I held her close as he fed her the warm liquid and talked to her.
She truly had no place to go. She had met her boyfriend online. She had taken the bus across the nation to be with him, only to find out he wasn’t who he said he was. She had no money. No clothes, and zero job experience. She had no idea where she was and had met only just him before us, after arriving in this state a week ago.
Finally mostly warm, her hot drink filling her belly, we bathed her, dried her off, and put her into bed snuggled between us holding her as we all drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, we could see her whole body covered with hickeys, bruises, and long purple welts across her ass where she had been caned. Her wrists and ankles were bruised. Her vagina and asshole looked like they had been sadistically ravaged by a too-large of penis during the last week. I thought she might need to be checked medically, just to be safe. But she said BDSM sessions always bruise her easily. I called an E.R. Nurse we knew, and she came right over. Our nurse friend was not pleased about how the past week’s BDSM sessions had bruised her body but said that she looked worse than she was. No real damage could be found.
Our new house guest slept a lot over the next week as she recovered. Then she started doing our stretching and exercises with us over the next week. The third week she started feeling much better and began to put forth the effort to sweat during our exercise periods. The rain had stopped and we all started doing laps in our pool. The fourth week started with her mounting my brother’s morning wood and waking me with her moaning. I think her vagina is loving a nice gentle rocking back and forth to mutual orgasm, oh yeah.
We both fucked her that day, of course, but her birth control pills were probably in her old boyfriend’s trash the first chance he had to get rid of all her stuff and any sign that she was ever there. So we used condoms. I hate condoms, but accept the need for them. That week went fast. She still had no clothes. We gave her a toothbrush and a hairbrush. That is all she owned.
The fifth week there we had a friend come over to start her week with a full-body massage.
Then she gave her legs a laser hair removal treatment and promised to keep coming back, for as long as our houseguest lived with us. Our friend had been homeless a few years ago while on vacation in another country, and this was her gift to our newest friend.
Our newest friend finally began opening up to us about herself and turned out to be an amazing fuck partner. Wildly horny, easily orgasmic, and with plenty of experience with excellent lovers in her life. She was delightful to be with, with a bubbly happy personality, and pretty to look at.
Twice a week she got her massage and different laser treatments. Her body was becoming stronger and very healthy. And then on one massage visit, she was brought a casual mid-thigh dress, socks, and comfy shoes. She was ready to venture out into the world again. She looked hot!
We took her to The Cheesecake Factory and then off for a little weekend getaway at a beach house in Malibu with several of our dear friends. She liked our friends, and they adored her. Sunday we drove home and the three of us fucked until the early morning when I fell asleep to them fucking ‘one last time’ for the night.
The next morning she was between my legs, holding my balls as her finger woke up my prostate. As soon as it started pumping, my cock was slowly pushed into her mouth, tongue dancing all around it. Her butt was in the air, my brother’s cock inside of it as she began swallowing me down her loving throat. Each swallow made my prostate pump out another thimble full of fluid into her. Her finger was expertly rubbing every surface of my prostate making me go crazy. My cock was completely inside of her throat. I could feel it jumping up and down, trying to explode with sexual excitement.
Then she started throat-fucking me in rhythm with his long hard fucking of her ass. Rocking her body forward and back between our harder-than-hard cocks. We didn’t have to move, only hang on so we didn’t get accidently disconnected. Tears, snot, and spit covered her face and dripped all over me. I came hard, she just kept fucking us. He came a few minutes later. She fucked us harder. And faster.
She was building up to an explosive orgasm. The feelings were intense. My brother was moaning loudly. My balls were drawn up so high I felt like they might just pull up inside of me, the need to orgasm was so intense. But we were waiting for her. She kept fucking us. Tears were running down my face. I started laughing. I was edging farther than I had ever dreamed of being able to go before.
She suddenly froze, then loudly moaned around my cock and her whole body shook through the most amazing orgasm that I have ever witnessed. My cum flowed out of me in rivers instead of spurts. A powerful torrent of a river. My brother, sweat flying from him, screamed and slammed deep inside of her hanging onto her hips for dear life. I held her head so tightly, that hair came loose in my fingers. Wow!
Then we all just limply fell together into one big sweaty pile of well-fucked flesh. Breathing heavily, hearts pounding wildly, body fluids soaking into the bedding. My vision was gone. My eyes saw only darkness and the pounding of blood across my vision. My ears were ringing. My balls hurt. My legs were shaking. The best orgasm ever.
We woke up later to the musical voice of our dear friend, her massage table in her hand. “I rang the doorbell. It is time for your massage. Do you need a few minutes?”
We laughed, and our houseguest rolled out of bed to get showered for her massage.
When I got up and greeted and kissed our friend on the lips. She declined a sweaty hug, giggling as she danced away from me. Then I went into the kitchen to make coffee as she set up the massage table. My brother had just rolled over and watched her, too exhausted to even speak, he just smiled a greeting. Once the coffee was on, I also headed in to shower.
As we stood there hugging and kissing under the water, she said while kissing me,
“I hope you don’t mind, but I seriously believe I am falling in love with you and your brother.”
