"Oh, hey Angie," he said, tousling his dark brown hair. "Dean just went to see some—he went—"
"It's OK, Bryan, I know where he went," Angie sighed. "I guess my days of playing dumb have gone on long enough."
"I'm sorry, Ang," Bryan said. "You're a great person and you deserve better."
Bryan looked down at his feet, feeling sorry for his asshole brother's girlfriend and guilty for not saying anything about it to her earlier. Angie recognized the remorse in his body language and felt warm. She also couldn't help but notice how good Bryan's body looked clad in nothing but a white towel, which happened to complement his package pretty well, too. She had always thought he was cute—he had a lot of physical similarities to Dean, except his face was softer, more boyish; comparable to his personality.
Bryan noticed Angie checking him out and felt both self-conscious and flattered. She let her eyes wander all over his body as she played with her own long, wavy brown hair, the way she did whenever she was getting ready for sex with Dean. True, Angie was 24 and also his brother's girlfriend, but what the hell?
If he's not going to mistreat her and leave her open for me, then why not?
he asked himself.
Angie stood up and walked towards Bryan, completely aware of her intentions to touch the body of her boyfriend's fresh-out-of-high-school younger brother. She bit her lower lip and placed a hand on Bryan's well-defined chest. Bryan shivered from the combination of the now-cold drops of water on his body and Angie's soft, warm hand. His nipples stood erect and he could feel something else was starting to, too.
Angie bent down slightly and licked Bryan's abs, and Bryan gently ran his fingers through Angie's thick brown hair. It was silky soft.
Angie's breasts, which Bryan guessed had to be at least a C-cup, were already busting out in her tiny, neon pink top, with a visible lacy black-bra holding them back behind the top. Her short frilly white skirt barely covered her round ass, and, standing back from Bryan a little, she slid it off to show she wasn't wearing any underwear. She then took off the top, and Bryan helped undo her bra as Angie slipped the towel down from around Bryan's waist.
Her tits came bouncing out of the restrictive bra, and Bryan stooped to kiss and suck on them. Angie moaned and she played with Bryan's now rock-hard cock as he continued to devour her breasts. Angie pulled her chest away from Bryan's mouth and dropped gently to her knees, taking Bryan's thick, 7 inch cock in her mouth, sucking slowly at first and then increasing the pace until Bryan was moaning loudly.
Bryan could feel the cum rising up his shaft, but didn't want it to be over. He pulled himself together, put his hands on Angie's face and she stood up to face him. He took her soft, tiny hand and led her into the hall, and then into his room. Bryan quickly knocked a few issues of
Maxim
, his only sexual outlet for the past few months, off the bed and fell backward onto the comforter, bringing Angie with him. Just then, the track on repeat on his computer, Van Hunt's "Seconds of Pleasure," segued in once again, and Bryan almost laughed aloud how perfect the song was for the mood.
Angie sat on Bryan's dick and pushed her palms into Bryan's chest. She moved almost rhythmically on his cock, and moaned softly as she slowly pushed herself up and down on his rod. Bryan reached up to play with her tits, and gently squeezed them each time she moved back down on his dick.
After a few minutes, Bryan rolled Angie onto her back and got on top of her. He pushed in and out of her slowly and let his chest rub against Angie's perfectly round tits.
