the sabbatical gift

virgin celebrations

+18, no minors allowed or depicted, all age restrictions apply

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“Okay, I’ll be gone for two hours top,” I announced to Sam’s groans and Benny’s ‘what the hell’. “Well I have to, I’m the only one who knows Benny’s list of allergies by heart,” I countered.

“And I love you for it,” called out Benny my brother. Well, step-brother, but we had been so close growing up it didn’t matter if he was a step-sibling or adopted or anything in between. Being the older one I had to take up responsibility for a lot of things, and Ben’s list of no-no’s was one of them. I had it memorized since the time when he accidentally ate a peanut and had to be hospitalized with tubes and needles coming in and out of his body at the tender age of nine - that traumatized me, but strangely, maybe for the best, left little to no effect on Benny’s ebullient self. Thank god for children’s resilient nature.

“Okay babe,” Sam, my husband, stood up and gave me a kiss, “Drive safe, though I know you would.”

“Take care of Benny,” I reminded him. My stepbrother, who graduated high school last year, was on his sabbatical year off ‘finding himself’, and had been staying with us for the past week. He mainly spent time swimming and playing in the pool – he was in his high school’s swim team, after all – and playing his phone. I let him be, because I remembered what it was like to be at that age.

“I will,” Sam gave me one of his famous loop-sided grins that had me hooked since our first date. That, and the err, contraption between his legs – which could and would make anyone weep for joy, and come hands-free – and did.

I was driving and was only a couple of minutes out when I remembered I had forgotten my prescription. I took a turn and parked way down the road from the house so that it would be easier to reverse and make my way to the highway later. I walked the rest of the way home. The house was strangely quiet. In fact, the click of my key made an eerie echo. For some reason I found myself tiptoeing to the window overlooking the pool, where I saw them.

They were standing at the shallow end of the pool. Ben had his eyes cast heavenward, as if thanking whatever gay god that would hear his prayers. His mouth was open, and his tongue was lolling, spit drooling. I heard Sam first before I saw him, for he was crouched low behind Ben’s succulent ass, sucking and licking his way around the rim of my brother’s youthful asshole.

Correction: step-brother.

Their whispered voices were difficult to make out, but some words came through over the sound of the water splashing about. Sam stage-whispered, “You’ve been parading that ass for the whole week in front of me, you fucking slut. What are you, nineteen?”

“Since last month,” Ben replied with moan.

“Fucking jailbait ass. Fucking tight ass I’m gonna fuck.” A buzzing sound, Sam’s lips blowing raspberries against the ass rim. Ben moaned again, loving the intense sensation. I knew how it felt because I had always loved it too. Sam stood up, broad chest and shoulders glistening from the water. They kissed, deep: my handsome husband, and my fucking stepbrother. “Are you a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Your brother was a virgin too when he met me. Score.” That broke my heart in a very different way than their current transgression. They shifted to the edge of the pool, where to my amazement there was a bottle of yellow-green fluid. “This is olive oil, so it’s safe for you being allergic to everything else.” Sam dripped the oil on his fingers, and made quick work of lubing his cock and Ben’s ass. I supposed he had to be careful, with his thick nine-incher. I wondered about the pool, won’t the oil drip and contaminate the water? The pair kissed again. “Fucking tight. Fucking ass swallowing my fingers.”

“Come fuck me, brother-in-law,” Ben whined. “Fuck my virgin ass.”

“Fuckin’ yeah.” Sam drew down his green briefs, let it float in the water, and proceeded inching his way inside Ben. I could almost feel it inside my own ass, the ringed muscles being separated by the spongy soft-yet-hard head, the skin slipping deliciously against skin, the hard staff chock-full of veins, reaching then passing what Sam call my boypussy button, into the deepest reaches of my darkness. “My god, Ben, your ass is so fucking tight, so fucking soft,” Sam warbled, lost in wonder. Ben giggled and moaned in response, no doubt right then feeling the head of Sam’s cock brush against his boypussy button.

All of that had belonged to me. And now, Ben was taking it from me, inch by fucking inch. I turned from the window. Far away there was a dull thunder – how fitting of the state of things. I ignored my dripping cock, fetched my prescription and slithered out of the house. I could hear Ben’s ecstatic cries, no doubt discovering how he could come from the ass alone. Sam always had that gift, damn him. What a lucky boy, virgin no more.

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