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Carly had been yawning quite noticeably during the last half of the movie, snuggling her blanket over herself as she leaned onto Sam. The blonde teen chuckled, nudging her gently, advising her to head to bed, “When the movie’s over, I’ll turn everything off.” The tempting offer easily convinced the normally-bubbly girl, and she dozily stood and wished her friend a good night.
She wore the blanket over her shoulders, draping like a cape, mumbling further instruction on making sure the door was locked and to brush her teeth before going to bed. Instructions that were not spoken cleared due to the slurred voice, but Sam knew all too well because of how many times the instructions were given over the past years she’d stay the night at the Shay residence.
The lower half of the apartment was dark and quiet, Sam’s eyes watching the classic horror film, now by herself. She didn’t mind, although her out-loud thoughts now felt pointless since Carly wasn’t around to laugh along or debate against. But when she really thought about it, it had not been any different seeing how dozed off Carly had been in the past fifteen minutes.
There was a rattle from the door that startled Sam off her seat, unaware anyone was missing. Carly had just gone up to sleep, and she didn’t think Spencer was out to begin with. Tiptoeing, unafraid, she went over to the door and peeped through the peephole to find that it was Spencer trying to get his key inside the doorknob but failing each time. Why didn’t he just use the elevator?
With a heavy sigh, Sam opened the door, her turn to scare him. “Sam! What a lovely surprise!” She watched him for a second longer, and she instantly knew he was buzzed. He was of age, of course he could have a drink here and there. But he was usually very responsible, he wouldn’t even forgive Sam a sip being nineteen herself. This was odd.
“You okay there, Spence?” She asked, seeing him stand and nod, a lopsided smile staring at her. “Well, come on in, make yourself at home.” If Carly were awake, he’d be getting an ear-full, that’s for sure. Noting that the living room was dark, she unmindedly took hold of his hand and guided him onto the sofa. “Sit, and let me get you a glass of water. Not that it’ll help,” she commented under her breath.
Still, she wanted to make sure he was taken care of. He was a good man, and he had also cared for her himself, it was only fair. She turned on the lights and got him his glass, trying to figure out why he was as he was. He wasn’t hammered, she noted, she was sure he’d remember what was happening tomorrow morning. But still buzzed enough to make him act odd, like he was now, staring ahead and glancing back at her every other second.
She watched him gulp down the glass as she took in his appearance. He wasn’t roughed up, like he had gotten into some sort of physical altercation, but his hair seemed a mess like he’d ran his fingers endlessly through them. Sam took a seat next to him, she muted the TV and nudged him with her shoulder, asking sincerely, “Everything okay?”
He glanced over at her, setting the cup down, fully aware that he was talking to Sam Puckett. His little sister’s best friend, who had grown to become a beautiful young lady. And although she had stayed on the shorter side, her face had evolved into one of a women’s. Her round features remained, but her lips swelled to accessorized her classical smirks in a charming fashion. And even when he didn’t want to acknowledge them, her breasts had also grown, along with enticing curves down onto her wide hips from her small waist. Her usual attire consisted of well-fitted blouses and tight jeans, helping his imagination reach undesirable thoughts.
His brown eyes observed the way her tits were free under her spaghetti-strap, as they were on the droopier side without the hold of a bra. He also noticed how easily one could pop out. He didn’t know if he could hold the temptation any longer. This was Sam, of all people. He wouldn’t come off so easily. Right?
She seemed so concern about him, he noticed. Her messy blonde curls were knotted onto a poor-attempt of a hair bun, he assumed, as some strands were left behind to caress around her thin neck. He was noticing specks of freckles about her skin, admiring how soft and milky she seemed.
And her scent, very arousing within itself, he could feel the undeniable erection bulging inside his jeans.
“Seriously dude, if I can do anything to help, just let me know.” Sam smiled a lopsided smile up at him, her small hand reaching to pat his shoulder a few times in a friendly manner. He came to notice she had been talking to him all this time.
“Anything?” He asked, leaning closer towards her, one of her eyebrows lifting as she looked up at him trying to figure him out.
Sam could easily smell the alcohol in his breath when he spoke now the closer he got. “Yeah, anything.” She confirmed.
She saw his hand move almost in slow motion, reaching over and landing comfortably on her thigh. She was wearing night-shorts, cotton fabric and easily rugged up to expose most of her leg. The tip of his fingers squeezed tenderly, and she wanted to react, but this was Spencer that kept her in shock. She’s had a crush on him on and off, but never had considered acting on it because it was Spencer.
“Sometimes when I look at you,” he began, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
“Dude,” Sam chuckled nervously, “you’re way too drunk. Sleep it off.” This was her conclusion, because Spencer couldn’t actually be saying anything of what she was hearing.
He went on to quickly lay her on her back, his hands trapping her writs down, “Do you really think I would play about this?” She still didn’t allow herself to believe what he was saying, thinking pushing him off her would be enough. But she agreed, the topic was far too sensitive for him to mindlessly speak on behalf of it. If there was something drunk men and children shared, it was that they didn’t lie. That had to mean Spencer was speaking his truth.
Did he really lust over her? It was such a bizarre thought, if she were being honest. Not that she didn’t think he was cute, but nothing crossing that line.
She felt the tip of his nose rub against her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. “You smell sweet,” he said quietly, making her nervous. The last time someone touched her in such a way had been Freddie, her now ex-boyfriend. His hefty hands loosen around her wrists and traveled down to begin fumbling over her breasts.
Her cheeks flared as the fabric between her breasts and his fingers was too thin, she knew he could feel her nipples becoming erect at the contact. “Wha-what are you saying?” Coming to her senses and becoming too flustered, she began pushing him away, suddenly feeling weak compared to how easily he was holding her down. She didn’t want to scream because this was something she should have been able to easily take care of. Also, she didn’t want to wake Carly up just for her find her brother hovering atop of her. He was just drunk, he needed to sleep it off, and never speak about the unflattering and irritating encounter.
Spencer still continued to touch her, his lips dragging across her neck and down her shoulder. “You’re so soft,” he spoke against her skin, amazed at the audible reaction he received from the tug he made at her nipples.
“Fuck, Spencer, stop it.” She commanded, but was ignored. “What makes you think you can touch me like this?” Her voice was stern and sounded easily upset, but he came to the conclusion that if she really didn’t want him to caress her as he was, she could stop him.
Sam whimpered at his touch, not wanting it, but the way he tweaked her body was making her feel weak. She felt tingly in between her thighs, although she didn’t desire the touch, and her heart was racing faster and faster every other second. She could hear herself breathing, almost like she was going to run out of it. She wanted to shout at him and kick him on the groin, but the way Spencer’s hands didn’t stop for a second and carelessly hovered over her body easily turned her cheeks pink. She felt hot and like she was already sweating.
With that, his hand snaked its way down and over her belly to shoot underneath her shorts and panties. She gasped loudly, unprepared for his actions, surprising him altogether at the fluid beginning to make themselves known. She had to be enjoying this, seeing how wet she was becoming.
“Don’t touch me there, idiot!” Sam called, but his fingers gently dragged across the closed lips, only teasing as she closed her thighs together. He fluids smushed together and trapping his hand in between. Her face made expressions that were driving him mad, and he wanted to continue seeing her and touching her.
His mind going blank, Spencer pulled away and reached for the hem of her shorts, pulling them down in a swift movement while Sam tried to keep them up.
“Fucking stop, dude.”
Yet, his strength seemed to overpower her once again, and within seconds she was bare for his eyes to see. “I want to see more,” he told her, keeping her legs apart as he watched her pussy now dripping with her juices. It seemed like she had shaved recently, a small patch of pubes at her entrance, but seemed tidy. His fingers spread her labia, amazed at how her fluids came out, and how, as he tugged to uncover her clit, it already appeared to be swelling up.
Sam wasn’t looking at him, and he could see the glaze layering her eyes, but he couldn’t find the will to stop himself from slipping a finger inside her. It went in too easily, like it wanted to suck him in, and he was rewarded at the way Sam whimpered between clasped teeth.
“You’re wet, Sam,” he commented the obvious, and she glanced over at him for a mere second before looking away.
“You're fingering me, of course I'm wet, dumb-fuck.” She replied, almost giving into it. He hadn’t stop teasing her clit, and it was becoming enjoyable. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself over it being Spencer, but she was liking the way it felt. Spencer was a man to seem to have experience, and although she didn’t want to at the beginning, her hips would buckle upwards as if giving in. The more attention he gave her pussy, the more drenched she became, and the closer she was to her orgasm.
Spencer began unbuttoning his jeans and zipping down, pulled out his massive cock and placing it atop of her bare pussy. He was thick and long, making her entrance twitch and feeling like it was longing for it.
“This will feel good,” he promised, searching for her eyes, watching the way she was sweating from her forehead and some strands of hair were sticking onto her face. Even if she objected against it, he would insert it in anyways. So, with shut eyes, and expecting the worst, she felt it go in. He thrusted with so much energy, her yelp startled both of them. He went to cover her mouth before slowly pulling half-way and then pushing back in. Her eyes shut at the tension and how big he felt inside her.
Sam was insanely hot and very tight, he felt her walls squeeze against his shaft as he pulled out. She grunted onto his hand, almost like she was short of breath, the sensation far too good. Each time he’d pull out and thrust into her she wanted to scream, but consciously kept her quiet. What would happen if Carly were to walk in on them?
After a few pumps into her, and trusting that she’d stay quiet, he removed his palm from her face and quickly pulling her top up to reveal her breasts before placing both hands underneath the fold of her legs. He lifted her legs and positioned himself in a more manageable angle. Spencer began thrusting at a faster pace into her. Sam then willingly covered her own mouth, the incredible feeling taking over made her want to squeal. The sensation was reaching its limit, and ger body began feeling tingly from head to toe. He grunted in between his own clasped teeth, with now shut eyes as though concentrating, the tip of his cock reaching further into her than she’d ever experienced. She could feel her muscles of her stomach clutch themselves tightly, trying to contain herself from releasing noises and expressions to show how much she was enjoying herself.
Yet her eyes rolled backwards, and her hips gave in as they reacted with their own thrust upwards when Spencer pushed into her.
Her insides were tightening onto his cock, and he moaned enchanted with delight, not caring how rough he began to be with her dainty figure. Her breasts bounced at the speed he had her in, in a frenzy manner that almost made it seem like she’d break apart if not careful with her. She was suddenly captivated at how close she was. Her breathing was uncontrollable, as she huffed loudly, thinking it was better than moaning to her heart’s content.
Her hands felt lost, like they didn’t know what to do. They reached to hold something, and found themselves clutching onto the sofa itself and a cushion.
Carly sat up as she found herself in what was her dark bedroom, surprised not to find her friend sleeping next to her. She glanced at the clock, noting it had been a while since she had gone to bed, the movie was defiantly over. Her only guess had been that she probably fell asleep watching, or began another film, which was typical Sam.
Wanting to check on her, Carly went down the hall and down the stairs on a mission to drag her onto bed. Or at least try. Halfway there she noticed the lights were on, meaning she must still be awake. But the closer she got, peculiar sounds began to make themselves known along with other noises. There was a grunt and what sounded like someone slapping their palm against the coffee table’s surface.
Just before reaching the first level, she stopped, thinking before deciding to take a peek and come to find such a horrifying scene.
Sam laid on her back, draping both hands over her mouth as Spencer, her older brother, pounded her, and roughly . He held onto her legs as he made her body rattle with how hard he was pushing into her, it almost made Carly worry if he was actually hurting her.
She looked away almost immediately, feeling flushed and embarrassed, wanting to run back up and make herself believe that she didn’t see anything. But, also, she wanted to interrupt them and demand an explanation because none of this made sense. When did her best friend and older brother began doing... that ?
Sam would have told her, right? This was huge news; how could she keep them a secret?
Carly gulped down and couldn’t help herself, she needed to confirm what could have been a hallucination and peeked once again, and made sure not to be noticed. But it was very obvious at what Spencer was doing to Sam.
Her large eyes observed at the way Sam’s breasts bounced rapidly, and how Spencer’s pelvis would fold back and forth like it was its only purpose in life. Carly knew what sex was, but even at nineteen, she was a virgin and she had only touched herself a few times. No boy had ever seen or touched her, and definitely not done that. Although she had seen a few porn videos. This was different, though.
She stayed put watching, hearing Sam’s muffled moans with flustered cheeks and her brother’s huffing breath, aware that this was her best friend and brother fucking. But something kept her put, eyeing the way his hands squeezed her skin and the way their rhythm didn’t die, even after a few minutes. Carly shut her eyes and looked away once again suddenly flustered herself, and feeling crazy. There wasn’t another word for it because she also began to feel tingly . Her pit of her stomach was feeling strange, and it traveled south towards her pussy that gave her the sudden urge to touch herself while she watched them fuck one another.
The young brunette sneaked another peek, and after a few minutes she noticed how he began turning her body, adjusting her in a sideways position and throwing her leg over his shoulder, quickly placing his cock into her entrance before pushing in. Sam’s eyes rolled backwards, and Carly’s heart began racing, rubbing her knees against each other to keep her own legs closed.
Carly definitely did not want to get horny by watching them fuck, but it was hard to look away. She wanted to touch herself, and with how distracted they were being, she doubted they’d notice. Taking a seat on the stairs, in a way that she wasn’t noticed, Carly’s hand reached down inside her pajama pants, her small fingers reaching her pussy, first feeling around her fluids. She bit her lower lip, as the tip of her fingers teased at her entranced, enticed at how Spencer’s speed would slow down to slam harder and stay positioned before pulling back and repeat his actions.
She pushed past her lips to find her clit. The young teen began to rub herself, her free hand reaching upwards to clasp her perky breast and fondle with it. Her eyes never left the scene, immersed completely at the way Sam wanted to scream but didn’t.
The bubbly brunette could not believe she had given into the act, but she could feel her heart begin racing as her face heated up. Her legs spread wide open as she fondled with her insides, feeling how hot she was and wet. The tip of her finger circled her stimulated clit a few times before dragging down towards her entrance where she’d tease herself. After a few times, and with more fluids pouring out, she leaned back and laid on her back as she continued to feel herself.
Whenever she’d be close to exhaustion, Carly would sit back up and continue to spy on both Spencer and Sam. The new position had Sam in what she remembered her calling it “doggy style”. Sam’s arms embraced on of the sofa’s cushions as her head tucked onto it. Her ass was hinged upwards, exposing a great view for Spencer’s eyes, as she observed his large hands squeeze her cheeks generously. He’d tug them apart and then together, slapping one of them in a semi-joking manner that cause Sam to whimper.
Carly’s breath was caught in her throat, aroused at the way Spencer caused Sam’s reaction to seem submissive. Sam should have been able to pin him down, but she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her. He quickly began undressing himself, removing his top and pants and briefs and shoes and socks all in one motion. He didn’t seem to care if Carly walked in on them, unaware at how closely she was already watching them.
Now both completely naked, Spencer kneeled on the sofa behind Sam, her position remaining the same. His hands reached down and rubbed her pussy a few times and used her fluids as a lubricant to begin jerking himself. He huffed silently as if trying to keep concentration, aiming his cock onto Sam’s ass, stroking himself furiously.
Within seconds Spencer’s cock released his cum onto Sam’s ass and whatever reached of her back. He began dripping onto her asshole, using his thumb and index finger to squeeze as much of his seeds into her. Nonetheless, he remained solid like a rock, and began to position his dick at her butthole’s entrance from behind. He knew she’d be a lot tighter like this, which made his mind tingle knowing how tight she already was from just her pussy. He pushed just the tip to stable himself, adoring how Sam was already moaning desperately. He then clipped all fingers at her hips for a stronger hold.
Sam bit her lower lip, anticipating how much this could hurt. Spencer began to push into her, slowly and gently, Sam’s voice erupting suddenly causing Spencer to stop only midway into her. “You need to be quiet,” he hushed her, and she nodded, understanding. Naturally, Sam was very vocal, even regular penetration made her want to express herself graciously. He tried again, pushing in and allowing his own whimpers escape through his clasped teeth.
Her asshole sucked him right in, automatically feeling the pressure of her walls trying to crush his cock. She moaned louder than she had all night, but he allowed it seeing he was in his own daze. Her insides were insanely hot, and the now swelling-walls stroked him in loving ways that made him want to cum again. Spencer pulled out slowly, enjoying the sensation wrapped around his shaft before pushing back into her.
It began to feel amazing both ways. Sam could feel her orgasm reaching its peak as Spencer’s cock shoved itself further into her so furiously his ballsack began to smack itself onto her. The clapping sounds were louder than before, at a more rapid measure. His fingertips burned into her skin as he placed pressure, keeping her in place while her petite body rattled back and forth.
Sam was wetter than she’d been all night, knowing they’d have to clean the sofa after it was all over. She could feel her juices dripping down her inner thighs, sensitive, and ecstatic.
Carly watched with her own anticipation, beginning to finger herself furiously, clasping her own lips to help keep quiet and not turn herself in at how much she was enjoying herself. Spencer was going all in, not a care to the world, drilling into her with full potential. Sam’s sweaty body simply obeyed.
Both teens were now experiencing their orgasm. Carly stopped touching herself, trying to compose her breathing as she rested on her back, trying to keep quiet. But Spencer didn’t seem to care, as Sam asked him to stop, but he continued to rail roughly into her.
He was so close to finishing as well, and the way Sam’s asshole felt wrapped around his cock was too much pleasure to release her then. Instead, Spencer went to lay atop of her and continued to pound on her. His massive cock pushed in and pulled out, his arms and hands beginning to fondle with her body.
“S-stop,” she begged once more, her body now shaking with the sensation too powerful that she couldn’t stop leaking. “Spence, fu-fucking stop.” Her voice was hoarse, and she could barely speak at all, but Spencer’s dick continued to penetrate her.
She could hear his breathing right on her ear as he moaned, obsessed with who she was; her body, her scent, her voice. He didn’t want to release her, and she was starting to sound a lot more panicked. But her mind was also going blank, as his stimulation was becoming too strong. Her eyes rolled backwards, and her stomach’s muscles cramped her belly as Spencer stayed positioned inside her asshole.
Without warning he released himself inside her ass, the hot fluids filling her up as she whimpered once more.
Successfully, Carly quietly stood on both her feet and sneaked into the upstairs bathroom to properly fix herself.
When Spencer pulled out, he didn’t waste his cum and once more squeezed his seed onto her back.