She's Just Getting Started

Chris:

Panting erratically, watching as her glistening curves rolled and thrusted against my muscular thrusts, intensifying her exquisite moans to echo wildly along the stone walls. Tugging angrily against the coarse ropes that bound my wrists above my head. Hissing out as the rope burn mixed seductively with our animalistic moans as her shimmering flesh reflected the warm glow of the torches, tossing back her head as the tingling heat pooled heavily between our connected bodies.

“Hummingbird.” Groaning through gritted teeth as her quivering walls pulled me deeper into her warm womb, gasping against the dark surge of rolling heat as her succulent bosom swayed and jiggled with her trembling thrusts.

Gritting back the urge to release as her long, black locks swayed back and forth, sticking to her panting chest coated in a thin layer of glistening sweat as the tightness grew stronger and stronger…

“OH GOD!” Growling out in frustration and panic, snapping my eyes back to reality before my twitching cock spewed my sticky seed all over my burning flesh, stuck in a strange sleep paralysis. Jumping out of bed quickly, tripping over Ben doing push-ups in his boxers as Elias walked out from the bathroom, drying his hair in amusement as my aching groin roared out with each step.

“Asshole.” Ben chuckled darkly, dropping to his stomach looking back with a Cheshire grin, flipping him off as my shaft pulsated wildly beneath the thin cotton material of my blue boxers.

“MOVE!” Darting past Elias’ sniggering stance, discarding my boxers between steps, jumping into the already steaming shower as Roger smirked over his shoulder lathering up his dark reddish locks.

Gripping my throbbing shaft within my trembling palm as my balls jerked and twitched with a few pounding strokes, before my sticky cum shot out like a cannon with a growling grunt of victory. Resting my burning forehead against the cool glass wall, blindly reaching for the shampoo as that dream replayed like a taunting treat dangling from my aching balls.

“Hundred Bucks!” Roger laughed out loudly, side-glancing his smug smirk as he rinsed his hair with a smartass wink.

“Really.” Scoffing at the fact my own brothers placed bets on my wet dream, and if I was able to resist the urge to cream my boxers, envisioning my Hummingbird grinding and riding my cock into oblivion.

“Hah! You and Elias were the only ones to succeed. Why do you think Ben is so flustered?” Roger laughed haughtily, submerging his head under the steaming water as the aching slowly diminished into a dull twitch. Lathering up my locks with my apple and cinnamon shampoo, while grabbing the Alpine Tar scented soap from Roger’s outstretched hand.

“It’s not funny. All these years, and now, fucking wet dreams so vivid and sensational that I almost paint myself in hot sticky cum.” Shaking my head in disbelief as thumping bass vibrated the walls and oddly, inside my head.

“The girls must be up.” Elias chuckled softly brushing his teeth, while Ben slipped on a white tee, fisting Elias’ shoulder with a bright smile.

“So, what are we planning to tell her? I know she has the gist of our past, but I don’t want her having any doubts about us and what she means to us.” Rinsing the soap from my body, checking out the tight lines and trimmed locks that finally looked tamed, thanks to Bailey and her hairdressing talent in the barbers mirror.

Grabbing the dark gray towel from the warming bar, shutting down the shower, quickly brushing my teeth before slipping on a white tee and gray sweats as Ben and Roger stripped down the bed.

“First, sleeping arrangements. I think we should talk to her about shopping for a new house. Yeah, we have plenty of room here but I kinda want to find something new together.” Ben looked over his shoulder, grabbing a pair of sheets blindly as Roger and Elias pointed to his bright smile with their own megawattage.

The thumping bass grew louder as Elias opened the door, peeking out with a smirk as Roger and Ben finished making the bed, tossing the soiled sheets in the laundry basket.

“What the hell are they listening to?” Roger chuckled darkly as the thumping bass vibrated the plastered walls, while pulsating through our link as we exited out into the living room, catching Maxine dancing around the kitchen shaking her ass and doing a strange stomping move to the beat.

“Morning Guys!” She laughed out happily, setting out fresh mugs of steaming coffee, finally recognizing “Massive Attack” Nikki Minaj, rolling my eyes with my brothers as they all shared perked brows with me. Strangely, we were enjoying the upbeat bass and crazy sensation rippling through our bodies as we watched Elias pour his daily dose of sugar coma into his coffee, taking a sighing swig of the hot richness.

“Never pegged you as someone to listen to rap.” Roger arched a suspicious brow at her flushed expression as she tucked her blonde curls up into a bun.

“I don’t, but Elicia and Bailey have this crazy playlist for their morning workouts.” Her smile touched the heavens as she bobbed her head to “Starboy” The Weekend, taking a hearty swig of her bottled water as we looked between us, looking around for Elicia.

“Before you ask, they’re outside.” Following behind her with our mugs of coffee as she exited through the back hall, past the ballroom into the back yard overlooking the south pastures.

Frozen in place as Hummingbird and Bailey danced around facing each other to “Bad Guy” Billie Ellish, throwing punches and kicks while staying in beat with the music. Choking on our coffee as she backflipped out of Bailey’s laced hands, landing into a swoop kick as Bailey jumped over it with ease.

“Is that smart for her to be doing that pregnant?” Speaking out as my brothers looked at me with the same concerned expression.

“Relax, it was a false positive. Amelia confirmed it this morning with an ultrasound.” Maxine waved to the girls as Elicia stopped her movements mid-kick, darting towards us as we quickly set our mugs down before she launched into our arms, sweaty, panting, but tasting so sweet as her smoldering lips crashed down on my lips.
Growling playfully against her tongue as she tickled the roof of my mouth with a purring grunt of satisfaction, before jumping over to Elias.

“Morning to ya to.” Chuckling lightly as Elias set her down with a firm ass smack, catching a flying water bottle from Bailey as she chugged the cooled liquid with a refreshed sigh.

“It’s a mixture this morning. I’m bummed, but then again, I wasn’t ready for children just yet. I mean, we just got together as mates, and there’s still so much we don’t know about my past and yours.” Her words crippled us at the knees as she wiped away the dripping sweat from her forehead.

“She does have a point.” Roger linked with a knowing look as he took a gingered sip from his mug.

“In due time, but I do want to play with my kitten.” Elias purred darkly in our link, shivering under his crazy surge of excitement as his eyes darkened, while she walked back to her workout location, switching her playlist as Bailey took a seat at the patio table.

“You boys might want to sit.” She pointed to the open seats as Maxine sat next to her, leaning over to whisper into her grinning expression as our links snapped open with the same opening melody that had panicked her yesterday in the bathroom.

“Become the Beast” Karliene.” We all spoke in unison as her arms lifted in a flowing motion as her body swung around into an outstretched pose, snapping her arms back into her chest as this strange energy swirled around the property. Ben pointed out the horses as they grazed from the pastures in awe as her body floated through the air in a silent dance with the music.

Each motion felt like a silent barrier collapsing as a ghostly energy surrounded her body, almost like she had horns and a floating disk as her facial expressions emphasized the feeling of the words with her limbs gracefully embracing the music.

“She’s just getting started.” Bailey hummed in delight as we sat quietly with our mugs hovering millimeters from our lips, following every movement with an intensified gaze.

What does that even mean?