Incest & Threesome: They Offered My Ass at the Fair (Wild Story)

Chapter 86

We stayed in bed a little longer, wrapped up in each other's arms, still giggling softly about that whole crazy mess, our bodies limp but our minds buzzing with perverted ideas. Tommy was taking way too long in the bathroom, and we started kissing slow, lazy tongues, naughty hands wandering over each other, while we gossiped about every kind of dirty thing our filthy little heads could come up with.

"Girl, did the kid cum inside you?"

"No, he must've cum in you..."

"No, that's why I'm asking, the kid hasn't shot his load yet" — she made a shocked face, eyes wide. "Girl, the kid must be rock hard..."

"Rock hard?" — I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach. "He'll cum any minute now, he's probably nervous, poor thing, and he's got that pill he took still kicking in."

"But Otávio always complains that his balls ache like hell when he stays hard too long without cumming."

"Should we make him cum then?" — I suggested, but it was more like a statement.

"Yeah" — Mariana answered right away, excited like she'd just gotten a gift. "How?"

"Let's both suck him off, what do you think?" — I sat up on the bed, acting out a porn scene, tossing my hair back dramatically. "Do it like those videos where the guy cums all over both their faces? What do you say? A hot shower of cum for us to share?"

We cracked up at my ridiculous performance, me pulling a slutty actress face, tongue out like I was already waiting for it.

"Jully, you don't like giving up your ass? Then take advantage..."

I thought for a second, feeling a chill in my gut mixed with curiosity, but before I could open my mouth she kept going, already laughing:

"But let him fuck me a little more first, 'cause I don't want his cock dirty with shit in my pussy!"

"What dirty with shit, my ass is clean, I shit flowers from the field!"

"Flowers from the field? Only if they're flowers from hell, right? You're rotten inside, Julia."

The argument turned into a flurry of light slaps and muffled laughs, me pretending to be offended, her calling me hell-stink, me saying I shat rotten rose perfume, but we stopped when the noise announced he was coming back to the room. The bathroom door opened, and he came walking in, his cock now half-hard swinging side to side, face and hair wet with water, that old embarrassed look mixed with a goofy smile, happy as hell, like he'd hit the jackpot and didn't know how to handle it.

Mariana didn't wait for him to take a second step toward us and just blurted it out, no beating around the bush:

"Boy, what do you think about fucking an ass?"

I was surprised at my ass being offered up like that at the fair, but the kid's face was priceless. He froze in place, a huge grin broke out on his face and for the first time I saw a spark of confidence there, like "fuck, this is it."

"I want to, of course I want to."

"But... do you happen to have lube?" — Mariana continued, already with that practical tone of someone who doesn't want a mess.

"Of course he doesn't, Mariana. Unless it's for jerking off!" — I said dismissively, laughing inside.

He stopped and thought for a bit, and in an aha moment his face lit up.

"My parents must have some, I just gotta look."

Mariana and I looked at each other right away, remembering that damn [[ep-80-O cartão preto|black card]] we'd snooped on, and I was tempted to ask, but obviously I couldn't say we'd rummaged through their room.

"Then go get it, dummy!"

When he turned his back, of course we followed, a parade of naked people through the house toward his parents' room. When we got there, Mariana and I pretended we hadn't gone through half the room and kept communicating by telepathy, while he searched in places we knew didn't have a tube of lube.

"Tommy, your parents wouldn't leave that out in the open, it must be hidden, don't you know where they hide stuff?"

Mariana's jab was clear to me, she wanted him to spill where the parents kept the couple's naughty box, every couple has one. Tommy heard, sat on the bed adjusting his balls, weirdly comfortable being naked sitting on his parents' bed, thought and said almost thinking out loud:

"Only if..."

"Only if what, kid?" — we said almost together!

"My parents have a room here, I've never gone in, but I know it exists."

Right away I looked at Mariana and we both with wide eyes thought together "A ROOM?". We didn't say anything. Up until then we thought the card was like a wine cellar key or a master house key. The curiosity burned hot, my heart raced like we'd discovered forbidden treasure, and I could see Mariana was the same, biting her lip to not let out a "holy shit, what the fuck?" too loud.

But then he went straight for the drawer, opened it and said:

"Oh, here it is" — he showed us the card.

Mariana looked sly and dropped one of hers:

"Tommy, what's the card for, ordering pizza?"

He laughed, a nervous but excited laugh, the kind that comes out when the kid thinks he's in control for the first time. He walked quick to the couple's closet that we'd snooped before, stopping by that huge, drop-dead gorgeous mirror with heavy frame and dark backing that reflected all of us naked. He leaned in to see something on the edge, and we both tiptoed closer, curious, hearts in our throats, bodies still hot.

Mariana gave me a light elbow, eyes shining with "check out this shit", and I felt the same gut chill mixed with the thrill of uncovering someone else's secret. Tommy pressed the card right there, at the joint of the mirror and the wall, and a short sharp beep sounded, like a discreet alarm. Right then the mirror clicked with a dry snap, releasing from the wall with a pop that echoed through the whole room.

It was a hidden door.