Sibling Rivalry

The beat pulsed through me, my hips swaying seductively as I moved against the man behind me. One hand held my hip, holding me tightly to his throbbing erection as the other fondled my breast, barely restrained in the fire engine colored scrap of a dress I’d thrown on. His fingers flexed as he kneaded my breast, occasionally flicking his thumb along my nipple. I didn’t mind the amateur moves.

The lights in the club were so low we could practically have sex in the sea of people and no one would know. For a moment I bit my lip, tempted to test my theory before deciding against it. I couldn’t get into anymore trouble. My parents would lose their shit. And even though I am an adult, being the daughter of a prominent doctor definitely follows you. Especially when you’re the screw up.

Gritting my teeth in anger at the thought I swiveled my hips, grinding harder against the dick behind me. He moaned into my ear and I smirked devilishly. This was what I was good at. Driving men insane with desire. His hand finally left my chest, slithering up my neck, pulling my head back so we could make eye contact. I could see the burning desire in his eyes before he covered my mouth with his. His tongue pushed through my lips forcefully, tangling with mine. The kiss was wet and sloppy but I let him take his fill as I continued to rub my body against him.

When we broke away his eyes were glazed with lust. “Come with me,” he practically groaned, reaching down to take my hand and try to pull me off the dance floor. Here I smiled mischievously, letting go of his hand and continuing my sexy dance to the deep bass. I could see the outline of his cock in his pants, painfully hard, as he licked his lips, his eyes desperate.

“It’s early yet,” I said just loudly enough for him to hear me, “you might not be the lucky winner.” I grinned as I ran my hands up the front of my skimpy dress, pulling it higher up my thighs before skimming my breasts and sliding them up into my thick curly brown hair.

It took a moment for my words to register. He looked confused for a moment before disdain spread over his face. “You’re just a whore aren’t you?”

I laughed, head thrown back and eyes closed. It had been a while since I’d been called that and I felt a rush of power. Most people would find this odd but I’d long since let others words stop affecting me. I was a sexy women and I enjoyed teasing, flirting, and sex. And no one would make me feel guilty for it. “Looks like you are definitely the loser tonight.” I wiggled my fingers at him with a smirk before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

I scanned the crowd before spotting the tall figure I’d been searching for. Pushing through the gyrating bodies I sidled up next to my best friend, hip bumping him to get his attention.

“Guy was a creep am I right,” he said with a smile as he sipped his beer. I shrugged noncommittally. “Girl, my guy-o-meter is spot on and I wish you’d use my skills instead of rubbing up against every skeevy man in the joint.”

Here I laughed. “That’s part of the fun O! Finding out if the guy is a winner or a loser. Finding out if he’s a goat or a stallion.”

Omar rolled his eyes. We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember. Something in me had recognized a kindred bitch spirit, even at age 5. We’d tormented our teacher leading to us never being in the same class again. He was like a sibling to me, way better than mine, and the best wingman a girl could ask for.

He scanned the crowded club. Finally pointing to a group of men at a table in the corner. They were watching the crowd, the table littered with beers as they talked and laughed comfortably. All of them, from what I could tell were decently attractive. My stomach clenched in anticipation, knowing exactly where Omar was going with this. “Bachelor party,” he said, his voice almost giddy. “And I think I spot one for me.”

I narrowed my eyes as I tried to make out which one. Finally I settled on one and smiled. “Shaggy blonde with the v-neck?”

Omar slapped my arm with a laugh. “I’ve taught you well. Shall we?” He held out his arm and I looped mine through and we set off toward our unsuspecting victims.

Their eyes widened and their laughter faltered as we came to a stop at their table. I couldn’t help but smile at the picture we made. A vuluptous Latina in a silky red dress, hair a tumbled mess down to my hips next to the tall chocolate Omar, his black hair cut so close to the scalp it was almost non existent.

“What’s the celebration gentlemen,” I purred, leaning against the table with one hand and plucking a shot from the center. I threw it back slowly before licking my lips and making contact with each one.

One brave soul pointed to the man in the middle. His jet black hair was ruffled and lay over his forehead, almost hiding his bright blue eyes. He was sexy as hell. “He’s getting married in a few weeks.” There he was. My bachelor.

With a wide smile I eyed him. His eyes slid up and down my body as he unconsciously licked his lips. “Well, then let us buy you another round gentlemen!”

They cheered as they stood. I wiggled my finger at the bachelor. He stood slowly, wiping his palms along his jeans. He was toned, I could see his bulging muscles through his T-shirt. As he came out from behind the table I managed to rub my side against him. “Congratulations. She’s a lucky girl,” I made my voice low, seductive.

He licked his lip again. “Thanks. Uh... so shots?”

Suppressing a giggle I led him to the bar and ordered a round of tequila. With a glance to my left I saw Omar slide up against v-neck guy, his charm on full blast. With any luck we’d both get some tonight. To my left was the bachelor and one of his friends was to my right. Also a very attractive man, with short cut brown hair and brown eyes, a chiseled jaw and straight nose. I was in the middle of a yummy sandwich and it gave me naughty ideas.

“Here’s to marriage,” I said, lifting my shot high. I barely came up to their shoulders and I loved it. Brown hair laughed.

“Here’s to a ball and chain.” He threw back the shot. My bachelor frowned.

“Marriage isn’t a ball and chain,” he muttered slightly. “It’s....” he seemed at a loss for words before he threw his shot back. Perfect.

“I mean, in a way it’s a loss of freedom. Always having someone to report to. Someone to tell you yes or no or make you go to lame parties and places you don’t want to go to.” Here I shrugged. “Always having to go to bed next to the same person, having the same sex... what is the average in a marriage? Once a week?”

Bachelor frowned as he signaled for another drink. “But I mean, it’s worth it when you’re in love.”

“What is love?” Brown hair called over my head. “You can care for a person, sleep with them, and still not have to tie yourself together with a piece of paper.”

I could feel the air shifting. Deciding to take advantage of the moment I snatched each man’s hand, pulling them to the dance floor. “Dance with me!” I called with a smile, leaning forward so my cleavage showed. The both followed and brown hair took up position behind me as my bachelor took the front.

Slowly, I rolled my hips, making sure to connect with both of them. Their heat surrounding me, making me giddy with excitement. If I could pull this off.... but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I wrapped my arms around bachelor’s neck, pulling him close. I rolled my body perfectly, making contact the whole way down. I felt him stiffen slightly before he relaxed into my rhythm. “I think it’s admirable, what you’re doing,” I whispered against his ear. “Following the traditional mold. It’s not for everyone.”

He pulled back slightly. “You don’t believe in marriage I’m gathering,” he said with a laugh. I leaned back, rubbing against brown hair whose hands had landed on my hips and were dipping closer and closer to my scantily clad v. Bachelors eyes drank us in as I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his abs.

“I believe in what feels good. I believe in fun.” Here I reached behind me and pulled brown hair down, capturing his lips in a slowly, seductive kiss. He followed my lead, our lips and tongues moving lazily together. My nipples peaked and I knew not wearing a bra against this silk fabric my bachelor could see them clear as day.

Before I could break away from my kiss a hand grazed there erect peaks, almost hesitantly. I smiled against brown hairs lips before pulling away. My bachelor stood in front of me, his eyes trained to my nipples as he ran his thumb back and forth over one. I almost laughed in triumph. I leaned forward, executing a perfect body roll as I cupped his growing erection.

We didn’t need words anymore. I took them both by the hand and pulled them toward a hallway in the back. One of the things I loved about this club was the private rooms they had available. Each door was locked by a key pad and using your member card you could unlock it and it would add the room fee to your tab. I swiped my key and pulled both meant into the dark room.

“Hey, listen I don’t know....” I could hear bachelor.

I placed my finger gently across his lips. I laid gently kisses along his neck as my other hand slid up his washboard stomach. “I’m the dark, no one has to know.”

Behind me, brown hair groaned and I felt him fist the hem of my dress, lifting it as his other hand slid across my stomach and inched down to my panty line and slipping through. I gasped softly as his fingers ran along my soft, wet folds. His tongue licked along my ear before sucking it gently. I gripped bachelors shirt, tugging it over his head as brown hair continued his torture on my throbbing pussy.

As if finally giving in, bachelor leaned forward and captured my lips with his. He tasted like beer and salty chips and I groaned as his tongue swiveled with mine. Finally brown hair dipped his finger into me and I ground myself down on his hand, a whimper escaping me.

“Oh fuck Penn, she’s drenched,” he groaned as he skillfully slid another finger in to join the first. I bit down on Penn’s lip gently as I began to unbuckle his belt.

“You two are just too fucking sexy,” I growled. Penn’s hands found my breasts, massaging them and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as brown hair gently slipped in and out of my soaking cunt. I was surrounded by sensation and I reached into Penn’s boxers, pulling out an impressive cock. My small hands ran up and down the length, stopping to swipe his prec over the tip and he let out a deep groan.

He felt like silk in my hand. I pulled him forward and back gently, teasing him as he continued to fondle my breasts. Brown hairs thumb circled my clit and I ground myself hard against him, letting go a deep sensual moan. “Harder,” I moaned out and he obliged, quickening his pace, pushing in and out of me. My hand matched his pace, tugging Penn’s dick harder and harder. We were getting desperate.

I pulled myself away from them both. “Naked. Now.” The authority in my voice left no room for negotiation. I could hear them scrambling to get out of their clothes. I could see them in my minds eyes even as the room was pitch dark. I pulled my dress and underwear off before sliding down onto the bed. The cool sheets calming my inflamed skin. When I felt both men were undressed I called out, “Brown hair.”

He cleared his throat. “Josh.”

I grinned. “Josh, I’m laying on the bed. Please come up to my head.” The bed dipped as he climbed on and sat himself at the top of my head. I gently reached up and caressed his dick. Not as big as Penn’s but still good. I tilted my head back and gave it a long, sensual lick and he groaned, his hands fisting in my hair. With a smile I continued to stroke him. “Penn, between my legs please. I want to see who can cum first. If you can make me cum before Josh then I’ll let you pick front or back. But if Josh comes before me....” here I sighed dramatically. “Then we are leaving this room very unsatisfied.”

I’d barely finished my statement before I felt his hands gripping my legs tightly, holding them apart. His tongue slipped past my folds almost instantly and I pushed against his face. His tongue swirled gently, dipping in and out of me before sliding up to circle my clit twice and dipping back down. Holy fuck I’d have to get to work. I tipped my head back and took Josh’s cock completely down my throat. Above me he moaned causing Penn to shove his face further into my dipping pussy. His nose rubbing circles around my clit as he ate me like I was his last meal.

Never one to be outdone, I swirled my tongue along Josh’s dick as my hand pumped along his base. He shuddered above me as I drug my teeth ever so gently along his shaft. His hips thrusted gently as I took him back into my mouth, each time pushing him deeper and deeper until he was hitting the back of my throat. Without my asking he reached forward and took each nipples between his fingers, rolling and flicking them as he fucked my mouth.

Meanwhile, Penn was working hard between my legs. He slipped one and then almost instantly two fingers into me as his tongue continued swirling and dipping and his nose rubbed against my clit perfectly. The familiar knot was building in my stomach and I couldn’t help but flex my hips against him as I moaned on Josh’s dick. “Damnit Penn I’m close,” he called out causing me to smile. So was I.

With even more vigor Penn pushed in a third finger, curling them just so to hit my g-spot and he simultaneously sucked my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. And I was gone. I came with a scream, all over his face and hand. My fingers buried in his soft hair as my orgasm ripped through me over and over again.

Behind me, Josh whooped out loud. “Fuck yeah man!” He cheered. When I was wrung our Penn sat up, licking his lips and I could just make out a smile in the dark room. He’d won. Between us his dick was rock hard and weeping. I sat up, rubbing myself against him gently, kissing him deeply, tasting my satisfaction all over his face.

“So what’ll it be Penn?” I trailed my finger along his abs and he shuddered.

“I gotta feel that pussy around me.” I smiled and stood, pushing him back on the bed.

“And so you will,” with no warning I sank down on him and we moaned in unison. Penn’s dick felt amazing, instantly hitting me in all the right places. I swiveled on him gently before using my knees to push myself up and down his shaft. “And I haven’t forgotten you Josh,” I called out calmly. “Check the drawer for some lube.”

I could hear him fumbling for the drawer before I heard the lube bottle click open. I rode Penn gently, his hands on my hips helping push me up and down. When Josh was done he climbed onto the bed behind me. I shifted on Penn’s, raising my ass in the air as I stilled my movements. “Your turn Josh,” I called flirtingly.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He reached down, fingering my puckered hole gently, pushing against it until he slid in. I couldn’t help but sink down onto Penn as I saw stars for a moment. He wiggled his finger for a moment before adding a second, then a third. I ground against Penn, my clit rubbing along him and instantly my orgasm was there waiting. I sat up higher still and finally Josh slid his lubed dick into me and I gasped.

I felt so full, so alive. My core clenched with the need to move and instantly we found our ryrhym. Josh pulled further out each time I sunk onto Penn. Penn used his thumb to flick my clit with each rise up.

My body was on fire. Every inch of my skin felt like pinpricks as my belly and nipples tightened. I threw my head back, grinding hard against Penn before lifting up and grinding back on Josh and I let go. I came with an even louder scream, my body refusing to move so the men did it for me. They wrung every inch of my orgasm from me before I felt them simultaneously stiffen inside me and both grunt out loudly as they flooded me with their warmth.

Spent, we collapsed on the bed, breathing roughly. I could help but smile in triumph and couldn’t wait to tell Omar. My body tingled with after tremors. I was nowhere near done. With I smile I reached out and ran a fingernail down Josh’s chest.

“Now, for round two Josh, we are going to see who has the better tongue....”