It was late when they did return, past eleven. They had been gone for hours, and they found her on the sofa, watching TV, wearing nothing more than a black bra and panties.
"Hi," Brad said, with his eyes on her bare legs.
"Hi. Where are all the guys?" Pam asked.
"What guys?" Ethan said.
"All the guys you promised to bring back."
"We only brought ourselves. What do you want?"
"Never mind."
They had a case of beer with them. Ethan took it to the kitchen and Brad sat beside Pam. She flipped channels. Ethan returned from the kitchen with three cans of beer and set two of them on the table. Brad took one.
Pam left the third one. She was not in the mood to get drunk. She was in the mood to get laid. She had been promised a roomful of guys when they came back, and there were only the two of them. She had imagined herself being mounted and dismounted again and again by tall, muscular men with thick cocks. She had imagined herself screwed by as many as three men at the same time, with a cock in her ass, one in her mouth, and another long, thick, hard one in her cunt. It had all been fantasy, all that cum inside her and all over her. She was disappointed, to say the least.
Ethan propped his feet on the foot rest of the reclining chair and set his beer on the table beside the chair. Pam reached for the last can of beer. It was cold and the beer tasted good. She handed the remote control to Brad and he switched to a basketball game. Pam watched the game for a few minutes, then got up.
"I'm going upstairs," she said.
"Ok," Ethan said.
Pam went upstairs to her room, hoping the guys would follow, but neither did. She closed her door and flopped onto her bed, horny as hell, and they weren't going to help her out. She picked up her book and read a page and a half, but that didn't do anything for her. Her body was anxious for humping and it wouldn't let her forget it. Her nipples tingled, itching to be touched and licked. Her thighs ached to be spread and rubbed and the steady drip of juice from her slit had long ago stained her panties until she was sure both guys could smell it all the way across the room. It was the smell of a woman in heat. How could they turn her down?
She put the book down and slid a couple of fingers under the band of her panties. Her pussy hair was damp with her juices. She pulled her fingers out to lick them clean and put her hand back in her panties and slipped two fingers past her lips. She rubbed in and out, but that wasn't going to do it for her. There had to be something more satisfying, something solid, and preferable attached to a warm body. With a heavy sigh, she sank back onto the bed and crossed her legs to try and force an orgasm from herself.
She licked her lips, imagining again a long line of tall, handsome, muscular men leading from her door, down the stairs and out to the street, all with their shirts off and their long, erect penises hanging from their pants, all waiting for her to call them into her room.
She was aching with desire, and had to have a man even if she had to go back downstairs to tell them to come up and fuck her. Just as she was about to roll out of bed and head back downstairs, someone knocked on her door.
"Come in," she said.
Brad came in. He looked at her and around her room at the newspaper articles and cutout pictures taped to the walls, the old stuffed rag doll in the chair, and the reflection of himself in her full length mirror on the back of the closet door. He sat on the edge of the bed, raised his left hand to her cheek and placed his warm lips on hers. They laid back on the bed and Pam wrapped her arms around him. Brad lowered his hand to her breast, but his lips never left her lips and his tongue swirled about her tongue.
His hand squeezed her breast and Pam moaned. He unsnapped the front of her bra and let it fall away from her pale skin. Against her bare thigh she felt the hard lump of his cock in his jeans. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up his back. She wanted to feel his bare chest against her bare chest and she wanted to touch his muscles. The shirt came off over his head, ruffling up his hair, and she tossed it on the floor. His lips went back to hers and they closed their eyes.
Pam moaned again. He pushed his knee between her thighs and rubbed his leg against her warm mound. She sank her fingers into his muscled back. Her juices stained his jeans. He squeezed her breast once more and she couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed him away and spread her legs.
"Mount me, Brad," she said in a hoarse whisper.
He grinned and climbed off the bed. He unbuttoned of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and dropped them to the floor. Pam stared at his cock and the image of the line of horny guys returned. With a grin, she slipped het wet panties off, dangled them over the edge of the bed and dropped them to the floor. Her swollen breasts, partially covered by the bra which hung from her shoulders like a tiny vest, heaved when she breathed. Resting back on her elbows, she spread her legs again.
"Mount me," she said again.
Brad climbed onto the bed between her long legs and hovered over her. Pam stared at the pole moving towards her hole and let it glide into her open hand. The tip made contact with her pussy. He lowered his hips and the thick shaft sunk into her body. She grabbed his ass and pulled until he was entirely inside her, then she held him still, and their lips came together again. His hips began to grind in slow, deep circles. Pam sunk her fingers into the hard flesh of his ass.
The door to her room opened with a soft creak and Ethan poked his head in. She smiled at him. He pushed the door open and stood there for a minute or two, watching while she writhed slowly under Brad. Then he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and approached the bed.
"Oh yes, Ethan. Put it in my mouth," she said, reaching for it.
It fell into her open hand and she pulled it to her lips. It touched her tongue and slid to the back of her mouth. She held it there and bobbed her head as much as she could, moaning and gasping.
She looked up at Brad. She smiled at him, but it was difficult when her mouth was stuffed with her brother's cock. She took it out of her mouth, laid it against her cheek, brought it down across her chin, up the other cheek and back into her mouth, leaving a gleaming trail of saliva down her flushed cheek.
"I want you in my ass," she said, looking up at Brad. He stopped thrusting with his hips. Her eyes flickered up to Ethan. "I want both of you inside me."
