Melina loaded the washing machine with a dark load, added some detergent, and pressed ‘Start’. Silence. Nothing, except for a flashing cryptic error message on the display in the upper corner.
‘Well, fuck. I wonder if the apartment complex maintenance crew works on weekends.’ Melina mumbled to herself.
After a little digging, she found the phone number. Fortunately, living in a large “luxury” apartment complex paid off, as they had maintenance available 24/7.
Twenty minutes late, there was a knock at the door.
Melina opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man. He was wearing cargo shorts and a fitted T-shirt that accentuated his strong chest and bulging biceps. It was obvious he spent a lot of time in the gym. In one hand he held a toolbox, in the other a bucket full of rags.
‘Damn, he’s hot!’ she thought to herself as she stood there, blocking the entryway.
“Hi, my name is Mike. You called maintenance? Something about your washing machine not working?”
Melina was an attractive woman. She was in her late 20s, smart, fit, and had a great job. Her friends and coworkers were often surprised at how little she dated. What few people realized was that her lack of dating had nothing to do with disinterest. Melina was interested in guys. And she was neither naïve nor oblivious when one happened to be attractive. She noticed Mike’s strong shoulders, confident posture, and easy smile.
“Um, may I come in?” asked Mike, pulling her back into the moment.
“Oh! Yeah. Sorry about that. My name is Melina. Please, come on in.” She felt herself blush as she led him into the apartment. “Washer and dryer are in here,” she said, gesturing into the small utility room.
Stepping into the small space, she looked over her shoulder. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”
“I’m a grad student at Southern University. Studying genetics. My cousin Joe is on staff here. I needed a summer job, so he talked his boss into hiring me.”
“Joe, huh? Looks like you, but bigger, right?”
“Yeah, bigger. Much bigger. That’s him,” he laughed. “We are both gym rats. We’ve trained together since high school. But compared to me, the guy’s a freak of nature.”
Turning his attention back to the washing machine, he asked, “So, what’s going on here?”
“It worked fine a few days ago,” she explained. “Today, I am getting this obscure message.” She pointed at the display in the upper right-hand corner.
Mike flashed a white, confident smile. “Give me a few minutes and I will see what I can do.”
Squeezing around him and backing out of the confined space, she said, “Sounds good. I will be in the kitchen if you need anything. Just around the corner.”
As she turned around, Melina was pretty sure Mike was checking her out. ‘Wow. He’s the complete package. A little young, but…’ she thought to herself as she walked away.
*****
A half hour later, Melina was reading at the kitchen table when a soft knock on the wall startled her.
She looked up to see Mike.
“Sorry if I scared you,” he said softly. “I think I figured it out. Good news, bad news. Follow me and I’ll explain.”
Mike led her down the hall and into the utility room. She was a little too focused on his glutes as he bent over to pick up a stray rag when she stubbed her toe on his tools.
“Ouch!” she yelped.
“Oh, crap! I should have moved those. I am so sorry,” he apologized.
The next thing she knew, he picked her up and sat her on top of the washing machine. He then dropped to a knee and gently took her foot in his hands.
He carefully examined her toes, slowly massaging them one at a time. “No blood, no broken skin.” He took his time. Moving beyond her toes, he gently caressed her foot. “Does that hurt? There are lots of small bones in your feet. I hope you didn’t break anything.”
The feeling of Mike’s touch sent shivers through her. She felt goose bumps across her body and her nipples poking against the soft cotton of her shirt. She felt herself blush again. “No, I think I am good.”
“Good,” he said, clearly relieved. He took a deep breath and stood. They were now at eye level. “I ran some diagnostics. The bad news is the drive belt has seen better days. It will need to be replaced. Can’t get the parts today. Maybe Monday. The good news is you can still use the washing machine. I performed a master reset and everything else seems to work as expected.”
Glancing down, he asked, “Looks like you’ve got the machine loaded. Do you mind if I start her up?”
Melina nodded. Mike pressed the start button. The machine hummed to life and water started filling the drum. He left Melina sitting on the machine and knelt down to start putting his tools away. When he finished, the drum had started spinning and the machine started vibrating gently.
As Mike went to stand up, his hands accidentally brushed Melina’s smooth legs.
“Sorry about that,” he said, his hands hovering near her waist.
The combination of the churning machine and his touch was electric. The impromptu foot massage lit a spark in her. Now, her body was suddenly on fire. Without saying a word, she leaned in and kissed him. His left hand instinctively pulled her close as their mouths crashed together. Her hands found his hair as their tongues danced together.
Suddenly, they heard a ‘ding’. Mike jerked back and reached down. His phone. A text message.
He pulled the phone from his pocket and looked down. “It’s Joe. He’s looking for me. Needs help. I’ve gotta go. I’m so sorry. ”
Stepping away and catching his breath, he mumbled, “Hey, it was really nice meeting you. Uh… The parts should be here Monday. Um, maybe I’ll see you then.”
Before Melina could respond, Mike grabbed his stuff and was out the door, leaving her sitting on top of the washing machine, her face flushed, her body wanting more. She wondered to herself, with a devious grin, what Monday might bring.
*****
Melina returned from work on Monday afternoon to find a note on her door. The parts for her washing machine had arrived.
She called maintenance and was told they’d send someone over within the hour.
Melina was getting ready to change out of the skirt, blouse, and blazer she had worn to work when she heard a knock at the door. She quickly started buttoning her blouse back up as she approached the door. She opened the door and her pulse jumped when she saw Mike standing there. Unfortunately, he was not alone.
“Hi, Melina,” he shrugged. It was clear he wished it were just him. “Um, this is my cousin Joe. He’s much more experienced with washing machine belts than I am.”
Joe chimed in, his voice deep. “Plus it’s late. If two of us can tackle this, we can get out of here quicker. The baseball game starts in an hour.”
Trying to hide her disappointment, Melina invited them in and led them to the utility room. She then quietly excused herself so the guys could work.
*****
Around ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on the kitchen wall. Mike was leaning against the doorframe with a hopeful grin on his face. “Good news, bad news. Again,” he chuckled, as he picked up on her nervous expression. “No, no, no. This is more ‘good’ than ‘bad’. Joe is taking care of the belt. The man is a small giant. And your utility room is tiny. There is no way we can both work on it together. I’ve done what I can for now.”
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. “There aren’t any other pending maintenance requests. I can just hang out here with you while he installs the new belt.”
When she didn’t respond immediately, he blushed a little. His gaze dropped to the floor. “…assuming you are okay with that.”
Rather than responding, Melina stuck her head around the corner in the direction of the utility room. Hearing loud music coming from Joe’s phone, she caught Mike’s hip with one hand and pulled him into the kitchen. She pushed him up against the kitchen wall, stood on her toes, and kissed him.
She let her hands slide under his shirt, her fingers finding their way along his tight abs and up to his chiseled chest. His hands wrapped around her and cupped her firm ass.
Between kisses, she exclaimed, “I have not been able to stop thinking about you for the past two days. Do you know how fucking wet I was when you left me?’
Her words had an immediate impact on him, as she felt him getting hard under his cargo shorts.
“Are you wet right now?”
Taking his hand and guiding it under the edge of her skirt, she responded, “You tell me.”
She tried to kiss him again, but instead, he forcefully spun her around, pinning her against the wall. She could feel his hand pushing her skirt up. With skilled precision, he pushed her panties aside, spread her apart, and inserted a single finger inside her. A second soon followed.
He was ruthless. He didn’t offer a slow build. He drove his fingers into her with a hard, rhythmic force that made her head snap back against the wall. The sound of him fucking her with his fingers echoed through the kitchen. Melina’s legs gave out, her weight supported only by his hand buried inside her and his other arm wrapped like a vice around her waist.
As he pumped his fingers deep, stretching her wide, his thumb found the sensitive nub of her clit and ground against it with punishing pressure. It was too much. Melina cried out as her inner muscles convulsed, gripping his fingers in a death-grip as she came violently, her juices soaking his hand and dripping onto the floor.
Mike didn’t pull away. He held her through the aftershocks, watching the way her chest heaved. Finally, he withdrew his hand. It was wet and glistening.
He slowly brought his hand to his mouth, tasting her, his eyes never leaving hers. The raw intensity in his gaze made Melina’s knees buckle all over again.
Before she could find her breath, she heard a sound behind them.
Melina’s head whipped around. Joe was standing in the kitchen doorway, his massive frame filling the space. He wasn’t just watching. He had already unzipped his shorts and his massive cock was out and pulsing in his hand. He was stroking himself with a heavy, rhythmic grip. His eyes were dark with a mix of hunger and calculation.
“You know,” Joe’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the small kitchen. “Belts don’t take that long to fix, dumbass.”
Melina froze, her heart hammering against her ribs, her mind racing. Mike didn’t look panicked. He slowly turned his head to look at his cousin, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He didn’t move away from Melina.
Joe kept casually running his hand up and down around his thick length as he looked directly at Mike. “Didn’t realize you knew each other. Like, really knew each other.” He let out a loud laugh. “What’s her name?”
Mike let out a short, breathy laugh. “Joe, Melina. Melina, Joe.”
Joe stepped further into the kitchen. “Melina, huh. M. She’s fucking hot.”
He turned towards Melina, his gaze locking onto hers, acknowledging her for the first time. “You’re fucking hot, M, you know that? Right?”
Melina froze, her heart hammering. A flash of fear cut through her as she took in Joe’s size and the unmistakable intent in his eyes.
When she finally turned back to Mike, his eyes were dancing. “Remember when I told you he and I were gym rats back in high school? I forgot to mention we also shared everything back in the day. Friends, sports, our passion for lifting… even chicks. We used to tag-team girls all the time back then. It started one night when he walked in on me fucking one of the cheerleaders. Let’s just say Joe was never cool just sitting on the sideline.”
Stroking himself even faster now, Joe interrupted, “Fuck, M. Mike made you cum hard!. You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
He waited for a response. Hearing none, he growled. “I have a feeling you could use more than just a couple of fingers in that tight little pussy. And Mike’s right. I’ve never been good at just watching.”
Melina looked from Mike’s lean, athletic build to Joe’s sheer, overwhelming bulk. The initial fear was rapidly being replaced by a dizzying, overwhelming rush of heat. The kitchen felt like it had dropped twenty degrees while simultaneously catching fire.
“So,” Mike whispered in her ear, his breath hot. “What do you think, Melina? Think you can handle the brains and the bulk at the same time?”
The air in the kitchen was thick with the scent of sweat, ozone from the laundry room, and raw, unfiltered lust. Melina could barely find her voice. She felt like a trapped bird.
A flicker of uncertainty passed through her, the sudden awareness that she did not fully understand what she was agreeing to or where it might lead. She simply nodded, a sharp intake of breath her only reply. Yet as the moment lingered, hesitation gave way to curiosity, and that curiosity slowly unraveled into desire.
Mike acknowledged the shift and stepped back, yielding the floor to his cousin with a predatory grin. Joe didn’t waste a second. He moved in with an aggressive hunger, his large, calloused hands working over Melina’s clothes with practiced efficiency. The buttons of her blouse strained and popped under his strength and her skirt was unceremoniously shoved down her hips. Within moments, she stood exposed, shivering as the cool kitchen air hit her flushed skin.
Joe didn’t ask. He guided her downward, his hand firm on the back of her neck, until she was on her knees before him. His cock was an intimidating sight, thick, heavy, and throbbing with a life of its own.
“Think you can handle all of this, M?” Joe growled, the challenge clear in his dark eyes.
Melina didn’t hesitate. She reached out, her hands looking small against his massive thighs, and took him into her mouth. The sheer size of him stretched her jaw, and for a split second, the force of it registered as something that should have frightened her. Instead, the thrill of it drove her forward. Joe let out a guttural groan, his fingers tangling in her hair as he began to fuck her mouth with a hard, relentless rhythm.
“More,” he gasped, his hips thrusting forward. “I wanna feel your fucking throat wrapped around my cock.”
Breaking away for just a second, Melina coughed a few times as she gasped for breath. She looked up at him, her eyes watering but gleaming with want. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice raspy. Pushing off him, she struggled to get to her feet. “Follow me, I have an idea.”
She moved unsteadily as she led the two men into her bedroom. The afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the duvet. Melina scrambled onto the mattress, positioning herself so she lay flat on her back. She scooted down until her shoulders were at the very edge of the mattress, letting her head hang backward off the side of the bed.
“Try this,” she challenged, looking at him upside down, her throat exposed and arched.
Joe stepped out of his shorts and moved to the edge of the bed, his shadow looming over her. He stepped between her dangling arms and guided his massive length back into her mouth. From this inverted angle, he had a straight shot. He began to fuck her throat with punishing force, the gravity and the position allowing him to slide deeper than before.
“That’s my good girl,” Joe grunted as he picked up his pace.
As he worked her throat, his hands weren’t idle. He reached down, his heavy palms slapping against her breasts with a loud, stinging crack that made her whimper into him. He began to pinch and tug at her nipples, rolling them brutally between his thumb and forefinger.
Her response to the “punishment” was visceral. Each slap sent a jolt of adrenaline through her system that manifested as a frantic tightening of her internal muscles. Her nipples, already swollen and sensitive, felt like they were being wired directly to her core as Joe rolled them between his calloused fingers with enough pressure to bring tears to her eyes. She let out high-pitched whimpers that were muffled by his sheer mass, the vibrations of her throat humming against his skin.
Mike stood at the foot of the bed, his hand wrapped around himself as he watched the scene unfold.
“Don’t just stand there, Mike,” Joe managed to choke out between deep thrusts. “Take care of that pussy.”
Joe’s command broke the spell. Mike let out a low, jagged breath and crawled onto the mattress, moving over Melina’s trembling body like a shadow. Mike hovered over her hips, his eyes locking onto the wet, glistening mess he’d already made of her. Melina was suddenly acutely aware of his gaze, a flash of self-conscious heat tightening her chest. The feeling twisted quickly into something darker and more intoxicating, the realization that being seen like this only made her want more.
Mike didn’t wait for permission. He reached down, his fingers roughly spreading her wide-open once more. He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue lashing against her clit while his fingers dove back inside her, mimicking the hard, rhythmic pumping Joe was delivering to her throat.
The sensory overload was absolute. Above her, Joe’s massive weight and the relentless stretch of his cock forced her into a rhythmic, primal trance. Below, Mike was relentless. His face was buried in her pussy, his suction so strong it felt like he was trying to pull her soul through her skin. The combination of the inverted blood flow…
