The Donor
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 4: Isabella’s Best Friend Threesome
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Isabella’s Best Friend Threesome - In Kidridge the latest trend is chosing sperm donor #347 to get pregnant. Most women go to the clinic for their top donor while some have found out who he is and get their baby from the source.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Size
The first Saturday in June dawned warm and golden over the Thompson farm, the kind of perfect Kinridge morning that seemed designed for adventure.
The sky stretched endlessly overhead, a brilliant shade of blue broken only by a few wispy clouds drifting lazily on the breeze. Sunlight spilled across the orchards, filtering through rows of fruit trees and painting shifting patterns across the grass below. Bees drifted from blossom to blossom, birds sang from fence posts, and somewhere in the distance the steady rush of the Kin River could be heard winding its way through the valley.
It was the sort of morning that made staying indoors feel almost criminal.
The Thompson farm was already awake.
Workers moved between fields. Irrigation systems hummed softly in the distance. The smell of fresh-cut grass mingled with the sweet scent of ripening fruit. Even the old farmhouse seemed to glow beneath the early summer sunshine.
A cloud of dust appeared at the end of the long gravel driveway.
Moments later, a little red convertible came flying up the lane.
Music drifted from the open windows, energetic enough to be heard before the car itself was fully visible. The vehicle bounced lightly over the gravel before slowing near the house, sunlight flashing off the windshield.
Behind the wheel sat Kaylee Caldwell.
And Kaylee was in an exceptionally good mood.
One hand tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music while the other rested casually out the window. Her sunglasses sat perched atop her head, and a grin had been plastered across her face for nearly the entire drive.
She had been looking forward to today for weeks.
Ever since she and Isabella had first started talking about it.
A beach day.
A real beach day.
No family obligations.
No chores.
No work.
No responsibilities.
Just sunshine, lake water, good food, and an entire day to do absolutely whatever they felt like doing.
The thought alone had been enough to get her through a particularly exhausting week.
As she parked near the farmhouse, her excitement only grew.
Lake Gahan was one of the most popular summer spots in the entire region. On warm weekends the shoreline practically transformed into its own little world. Families set up enormous picnic spreads. Teenagers gathered around volleyball courts. Boats filled the water from sunrise to sunset. Music drifted across the sand. Food vendors lined the boardwalk.
And, if Kaylee was being completely honest with herself...
There was always the possibility of meeting someone interesting.
That possibility earned a grin.
Nothing serious.
Nothing dramatic.
Just the kind of harmless summer fun every eighteen-year-old secretly hoped for.
She switched off the engine but remained seated for a moment, looking toward the farmhouse.
Somewhere inside, Isabella was almost certainly still getting ready.
Which probably meant she wasn’t actually ready.
Kaylee laughed to herself.
They had agreed on a departure time.
That departure time had come and gone ten minutes ago.
And yet somehow she already knew she would end up waiting.
Again.
Still smiling, she climbed out of the convertible and stretched beneath the warm June sun.
The day stretched ahead of her full of possibilities.
A beautiful lake.
A beautiful summer morning.
Her best friend.
And not a single obligation until sunset.
As far as Kaylee was concerned, that was just about perfect.
Kaylee hopped out of the car with the kind of confidence that made people notice her the moment she arrived.
She was dressed for a day at the lake, wearing her favorite barely-there outfit: a tiny hot pink g-string bikini that struggled to contain her full, perky breasts, paired with cut-off jean shorts so short and frayed that the lower curves of her toned ass cheeks were on full display with every step and comfortable sandals. Her long, wavy auburn hair bounced around her shoulders, and her bright hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. The outfit was practical for the hot June weather and perfectly suited for swimming, sunbathing, and whatever adventures the day might bring.
The main farmhouse smelled like heaven when Kaylee stepped inside.
The rich aroma of sizzling bacon drifted from the stove, mixing with fresh coffee and the unmistakable scent of Elizabeth Thompson’s homemade cinnamon rolls. Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, painting golden rectangles across the hardwood floor and giving the entire room a cozy, welcoming glow.
It felt like home.
It always did.
Before she could even set down her purse, Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen and wrapped her in a warm hug.
Kaylee immediately hugged her back.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Elizabeth said affectionately.
“Morning, Momma Liz.”
The nickname slipped out naturally, as it always had.
Over the years, Elizabeth had become something between a second mother and a favorite aunt to half the young people in Kinridge, and Kaylee was no exception. Whether someone needed advice, a hot meal, a shoulder to cry on, or simply a place to feel safe, Elizabeth somehow always made room.
Pulling back from the hug, Kaylee smiled.
“You somehow made the whole house smell like a bakery again.”
Elizabeth laughed.
“That’s because I practically did.”
A tray of cinnamon rolls sat cooling on the counter nearby, their icing still glistening.
Kaylee’s eyes immediately locked onto them.
“Can I—”
“Take one.”
“You’re the best.”
“I know.”
Both women laughed.
As Kaylee grabbed a roll, Elizabeth rested a hand lightly against her growing belly.
The pregnancy was still early, but there was already a softness to her figure that hadn’t been there a few months ago. More than that, there was a happiness about her—a quiet glow that seemed to radiate from the inside out.
Kaylee couldn’t help smiling.
“You look amazing.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks pinked slightly.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
After another bite of cinnamon roll, Kaylee glanced around the kitchen.
“So where’s Bella?”
Elizabeth chuckled.
“Not here.”
That answer immediately caught Kaylee’s attention.
“What do you mean, not here?”
“She’s been spending most of her time out in the barn loft.”
Kaylee blinked.
“The loft?”
Elizabeth nodded.
“Ever since she found out she was pregnant, she’s been leaning on Ethan a lot for support. They’ve always been close, and the loft gives her a quiet place to get away from the noise whenever she needs it.”
Kaylee blinked, grabbing a strip of crispy bacon from the plate Elizabeth offered.
“Wait ... with Ethan?”
She paused halfway through a bite.
“I knew she was pregnant. I literally drove her to the Legacy Center myself.”
Elizabeth nodded.
“I remember.”
“But why does she need her little brother for emotional support?” Kaylee asked. “That’s kinda weird, right?”
Elizabeth laughed softly, shaking her head.
“Not if you know those two.”
Kaylee raised an eyebrow.
Elizabeth leaned comfortably against the kitchen island.
“Ethan and Isabella have always been unusually close. Ever since they were little.”
“How close are we talking?”
“Best friends close.”
Kaylee considered that.
“Okay, that’s still a little weird.”
“Oh, hush.”
Elizabeth pointed her spatula at her.
“You didn’t grow up with siblings.”
“Fair.”
“Ethan’s always been the person everyone runs to when they’re struggling. Doesn’t matter if it’s Isabella, Sophia, Marcus, me, or half the town. He listens.”
A fond smile touched her face.
“He doesn’t judge. He doesn’t gossip. He just sits there and lets people talk.”
Kaylee took another bite of bacon.
“That actually sounds exactly like Ethan.”
“Because it is exactly like Ethan.”
Elizabeth glanced toward the barn visible through the kitchen window.
“When Isabella found out she was pregnant, she was excited, but she was scared too. Lots of emotions. Lots of questions.”
“And Ethan helped.”
“He helped.”
A warm note entered Elizabeth’s voice.
“Sometimes she’d sit out there for hours. They’d drink coffee, watch the orchard, talk about life. Sometimes she’d cry. Sometimes she’d laugh. Sometimes they’d just sit quietly together.”
Kaylee chewed thoughtfully.
“Okay. That’s actually kind of sweet.”
“It is sweet.”
“Still weird.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes dramatically.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m observant.”
“You’re nosy.”
“That too.”
Both women laughed.
Kaylee stole another piece of bacon from the plate.
“So basically Bella moved into Ethan’s giant barn apartment.”
“Not officially.”
“But basically.”
“Basically.”
Kaylee grinned.
“Well, if she’s still getting ready, she’s buying lunch.”
Elizabeth immediately nodded.
“That seems completely reasonable.”
“Glad we’re in agreement.”
Still carrying her bacon, Kaylee headed toward the back door.
“Take some extra bacon for her. She’s been eating like a horse.”
Kaylee laughed.
“That’s the most convincing argument you’ve made all morning.”
She thanked Elizabeth, wrapped several extra strips in a napkin, and headed out the back door toward the big red barn.
The summer air was already warming up, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass, orchard blossoms, and distant river water. As she crossed the yard, she couldn’t help noticing how much the barn had changed.
Even from the ground, the renovations were obvious.
New solar panels gleamed across the southern side of the roof. Fresh paint brightened the old red siding. Large modern windows had been installed where the hayloft openings once stood, giving the structure a striking blend of traditional farmhouse charm and cutting-edge technology.
“Okay,” Kaylee muttered. “That’s actually pretty cool.”
She climbed the wide wooden staircase, her flip-flops slapping lightly against the steps. At the top, she reached for the old sliding door.
Only it wasn’t really old anymore.
The door glided open effortlessly on a modern motorized track.
“Bell?” she called as she stepped inside. “You in here? I brought snacks and—”
She stopped.
“Whoa.”
For a moment, she simply stared.
The dusty loft she remembered from childhood was completely gone.
In its place stood a spacious studio apartment that looked like something out of a design magazine.
Morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating polished wood floors and exposed timber beams that preserved the barn’s original character. Smart lighting adjusted automatically to complement the natural light, while a quiet climate-control system kept the entire space perfectly comfortable despite the growing heat outside.
A large bed occupied one corner beneath the windows, piled with blankets and enough pillows to satisfy someone preparing for a long, comfortable pregnancy. Nearby, a cozy seating area overlooked the orchards, offering a breathtaking view of rows of trees stretching toward the horizon.
The kitchenette looked surprisingly sophisticated, with sleek appliances tucked neatly into custom cabinetry. A dining table sat nearby, scattered with books, tablets, notebooks, and a half-finished mug of coffee.
The entire loft felt lived-in.
Comfortable.
Peaceful.
Mature.
It wasn’t a teenager’s hideout anymore.
It was a home.
“Okay,” Kaylee said slowly, turning in a circle. “Either Ethan secretly won the lottery, or he’s way better at renovation than I thought.”
Her eyes landed on framed family photos displayed on a shelf.
Marcus and Elizabeth.
Sophia and Sloan.
Pictures from football games, family dinners, and holidays.
The space suddenly made a lot more sense.
This wasn’t just Ethan’s private retreat anymore.
It had become a place where family gathered.
A place where Isabella felt safe.
A place where people came when they needed quiet, comfort, or company.
And judging by the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the air, somebody had been awake recently.
Kaylee held up the napkin full of bacon.
“Bell?” she called again, grinning. “If you’re hiding, I’m about to eat your breakfast.”
Isabella was lounging in the seating area near the mirrors when Kaylee finally spotted her.
For a moment, Kaylee simply stared.
Her best friend looked happier than she had in months.
There was a calmness about her now—a quiet confidence that hadn’t been there before. The stress and uncertainty that had followed the first weeks of her pregnancy seemed to have softened, replaced by a peaceful contentment that was hard to miss.
She wore one of Ethan’s oversized football jerseys, the sleeves hanging past her elbows and the hem draping comfortably around her hips. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and she sat curled up on the couch with a tablet balanced on her knee.
One hand rested absentmindedly against the gentle curve of her growing belly as she scrolled through whatever had captured her attention.
The morning sunlight streaming through the loft windows painted everything in warm gold, making the space feel cozy and inviting.
“Kaylee!”
Isabella’s entire face lit up.
She tossed her tablet onto the couch and hurried across the loft, wrapping her best friend in a tight hug.
“You’re finally here!” she laughed. “I’ve been dying for this.”
Kaylee laughed and hugged her back.
“Pretty sure I’ve only been gone a week.”
“Longest week of my life.”
“Drama queen.”
“Correct.”
Still grinning, the two settled onto the massive sectional beneath the windows. Sunlight poured across the cushions as they spread out their collection of snacks and immediately launched into conversation.
For the next half hour, the discussion bounced in a dozen different directions.
Cheer practice.
Town gossip.
Recent football news.
The latest rumors floating around Kinridge.
Their plans for Lake Gahan.
Who was bringing food.
Who was likely to show up.
Which of their friends would inevitably do something embarrassing.
The conversation flowed as naturally as it always had.
Kaylee tossed the napkin full of bacon onto the coffee table.
“I expected a barn.”
She pointed toward the kitchen.
“This is not a barn.”
“It’s technically still a barn.”
“It has climate control.”
“Fair.”
“It has smart glass windows.”
“Also fair.”
“It has a coffee machine that costs more than my car.”
Isabella finally looked guilty.
“That might be true.”
Kaylee dropped into the chair opposite her.
“I knew Ethan remodeled the loft, but this is insane.”
A smile tugged at Isabella’s lips as she glanced around the space.
“Yeah.”
“You like it?”
The answer came immediately.
“I love it.”
There was genuine warmth in her voice.
“It’s quiet. The view is amazing. Nobody bothers me when I need space.”
Her hand drifted back to her belly.
“And honestly? It’s been nice having somewhere peaceful while everything’s changing.”
Kaylee’s teasing expression softened.
“How are you doing?”
Isabella smiled.
“Good.”
“Actually good?”
“Actually good.”
That seemed to satisfy Kaylee.
“Excellent.”
She grabbed another piece of bacon. Yet the longer Kaylee sat there, the more she noticed subtle differences in Isabella.
Not dramatic differences.
Just ... changes.
A new softness.
A new confidence.
A happiness that seemed to settle naturally around her.
Her skin looked healthier.
Her smile came more easily.
And every few minutes, almost without realizing it, her hand would drift down to rest protectively against her stomach.
It wasn’t even a conscious gesture anymore.
It just happened.
Like breathing.
Kaylee watched it happen for the fourth or fifth time and finally smirked.
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“The belly thing.”
Isabella glanced down.
“Oh.”
“You do that constantly now.”
A faint blush appeared on Isabella’s cheeks.
“Do I?”
“Uh-huh.”
Kaylee pointed.
“You literally just did it.”
Isabella laughed.
“I don’t even notice anymore.”
“Clearly.”
Her gaze wandered around the loft.
The space itself felt lived-in.
Comfortable.
Coffee mugs sat on side tables.
Books were stacked beside the couch.
A tablet charger hung near the seating area.
A pair of Ethan’s overalls rested over the back of a chair, forgotten after what was probably another early-morning work shift.
The whole loft had the comfortable clutter of a place that was actually being used rather than carefully staged.
It felt warm.
Safe.
Like somewhere people genuinely enjoyed spending time. And yet there was something. Something about the air, a distinct, thick, musky scent lingering beneath the light floral air freshener. It smelled like sex. Recent, intense, masculine sex.
Kaylee tilted her head, smirking as she popped a grape into her mouth. “Okay, spill. What’s really going on, Bell? You’re living out here with your brother now? And you look ... fuck, you look incredible. Like you’ve been getting properly fucked on the regular.”
Isabella flushed but didn’t deny it. She bit her lip, glancing toward the door as if Ethan might walk in any second. Her hand drifted back to her belly again.
Kaylee leaned in closer, her own bikini-clad breasts nearly spilling out as she lowered her voice. “Come on. You know you can tell me anything.”
The air in the loft went still as Kaylee’s questions hung between them. Isabella teared up, desperately wanting to share everything with her best friend of over ten years but terrified it would be too much. They knew each other too well — had been inseparable for so long — that every time Isabella opened her mouth to form some half-truth, one knowing look from Kaylee stopped her cold.
Kaylee leaned back on the sectional, her hazel eyes narrowing with playful suspicion as she studied her best friend. The morning light filtering through the large windows caught a faint purple mark peeking just above the collar of Ethan’s oversized jersey — a fresh hickey, very fresh, still slightly tender-looking against Isabella’s radiant skin.
“Oh my god,” Kaylee burst out laughing, reaching over to gently poke the spot with one finger. “Look at you! Finally getting properly laid. That’s a fresh one, Bell. Who is he? And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were getting some on the regular?”
Isabella squirmed under the touch, tugging at the hem of the jersey in a half-hearted attempt to cover up, but a shy, guilty smile tugged at her lips. “It’s ... not what you think.”
Kaylee wasn’t buying it. She poked the hickey again, grinning wickedly. “Not what I think? You’re glowing, you’re living in your brother’s renovated sex palace, and you’ve got bite marks. Spill. Who is this mysterious lover? Is he hot? Does he have a big dick? Because you look like you’ve been getting wrecked every night.”
The teasing continued as Kaylee reached out and playfully tugged at the thin strap of Isabella’s white g-string, snapping it lightly against her hip. “If you’re seeing some guy, why are you crashing out here full-time with Ethan? Is the mystery man bad in bed and you need your little brother to scare him off or something?”
The lighthearted poking finally hit a wall. Isabella’s smile faltered. Her cheeks flushed deep red, then her eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears. The emotional weight she’d been carrying crashed down all at once. She covered her face with both hands for a long moment, shoulders trembling, before lowering them and looking at her best friend with raw vulnerability.
“It’s Ethan,” she whispered.
Kaylee froze, her playful expression melting into pure shock. “What?”
Isabella took a shaky breath, the words tumbling out in a tearful rush. “It’s Ethan, Kaylee. I’ve been sleeping with my little brother. I got pregnant by him.”
The loft grew quiet, save for the soft hum of the climate control and the distant sounds of the farm outside. Kaylee stared, mouth slightly open, trying to process.
Isabella pressed on, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I went to the Legacy Center like I told you. I picked Donor #347 because his profile was perfect — tall, athletic, intelligent, extremely virile. Before I even got confirmation I was pregnant, I learned that Mom and Sophia were both pregnant too ... and that we had all chosen the same donor. It was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.
“That night I couldn’t sleep. I was so overwhelmed I crawled into Ethan’s bed like I had a million times before. I just wanted him to hold me. But ... I found out my little brother has a fat, ten-inch cock that stretches me so wide I saw stars. I came so hard I told him I wished I had waited — just like you did. I’ve always been attracted to him. I wished he could have been the one to give me a baby. And then ... to my absolute joy, he told me he was Donor #347. The seed growing in my belly was already his. I came so hard again just from hearing it.”
Isabella’s voice trembled with raw emotion and lingering arousal. “He is everything I wanted for my baby. I had no idea it was his donation at first ... but now I can’t stop. It feels too right. Too good. I live out here openly as his devoted sex pet. I wear his clothes, sleep in his bed, let him use me whenever he wants. And Kaylee ... it feels incredible. He’s so big, so strong, so dominant but caring. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Kaylee sat in stunned silence for several heartbeats. Shock dominated her face first — wide hazel eyes, parted lips. Then jealousy flared hot and bright in her expression, her thighs pressing together instinctively beneath the tiny jean shorts.
“Fuck, Bell...” she breathed, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Your own brother? And he knocked you up without you even knowing?” A shaky laugh escaped her. “God, I’m so fucking jealous right now.”
Isabella let out a watery chuckle, reaching for Kaylee’s hand. Kaylee took it immediately, squeezing back as the jealousy shifted into something hotter — overwhelming arousal that flushed her neck and chest.
“I’ve had the biggest crush on Ethan since middle school,” Kaylee confessed, her voice thick with need. “I used to touch myself thinking about him all the time. Those arms when he’s working the fields, that quiet confidence, the way he looks when he’s all sweaty and focused. I wanted a baby too. I almost went with you to the Center ... but it felt too clinical. Too cold. I want it the real way — a man’s hard cock stretching me open and pumping a thick, hot load straight into my womb. Skin on skin. Breeding me properly.”
The air between them grew thick with shared desire. Isabella’s hand drifted back to her small, firm belly. Kaylee’s gaze followed hungrily, and this time she reached out too, placing her palm gently over her best friend’s stomach, feeling the subtle warmth and curve.
“He really did this to you?” Kaylee murmured in awe, her fingers tracing slow circles. “God, he must be so fucking virile. I bet he fills you so full every time...”
Isabella shivered under the touch, nodding as fresh heat bloomed between her thighs. “Every single time. He cums so much it leaks out for hours afterward.”
That was all it took. Kaylee leaned in first, capturing Isabella’s lips in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly turned deep and hungry. Their tongues met, tasting the sweetness of cinnamon rolls and the salt of tears. Kaylee’s hand slid from Isabella’s belly upward, cupping one of her fuller, more sensitive breasts through the thin jersey. She thumbed the stiff nipple until Isabella moaned softly into her mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Kaylee whispered against her lips, nipping gently at the lower one. “Pregnant with your little brother’s baby ... living as his personal fucktoy out here in this loft. I want to watch. I want to feel what he does to you.”
Isabella whimpered, kissing her harder, one hand sliding down to squeeze the firm, barely-covered curve of Kaylee’s ass. Their bodies pressed together on the sectional — soft breasts, bare thighs, the faint scent of feminine arousal now mixing with the lingering masculine musk in the air. Fingers traced waists, hips, and swollen curves as they made out with growing urgency, grinding slowly and sensually against one another.
They were both flushed and breathing hard when they finally parted, foreheads resting together, lips glistening.
“He’ll be back from the fields soon,” Isabella murmured, voice thick with lust. “You really want this?”
Kaylee’s eyes burned with pure hunger. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Heavy footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs outside, each one deliberate and slightly wide-based. Ethan had returned from his early morning rounds in the orchards, his powerfully built body glistening with sweat under the rising June sun. The signature cut-off overalls clung to his frame, the frayed denim doing almost nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his massive cock. The fat ten-inch length swung heavily against his thigh with every step, forcing that unmistakable masculine gait — a slow, rolling swagger born not just from confidence, but from the sheer physical weight and bulk of his thick fuck-stick shifting and bouncing freely in the loose fabric.
He was already peeling one strap off his broad shoulder when he heard the unmistakable sounds of feminine moaning drifting from the open loft door.
A low, amused chuckle rumbled deep in Ethan’s chest. Naughty, naughty little pet, he thought with a smirk, assuming his devoted sister was playing with herself again while waiting for him. Didn’t she have plans with Kaylee today? The thought only made his cock twitch heavier in anticipation.
He kicked off his boots with a heavy thud, letting the second strap of his overalls fall. The frayed denim slid low on his narrow hips, barely clinging as he climbed the rest of the stairs, his thick, heavy cock swinging freely with every step.
He pushed the sliding door wider and stopped dead, eyes widening before settling into a hungry leer.
On the large bed right in front of him, Isabella and Kaylee were locked in a filthy, heated sixty-nine that made Ethan’s brain short-circuit with raw lust. Both girls were completely naked, their smooth, sexy bodies flushed deep pink and glistening with a thick sheen of sweat under the morning light. Isabella’s face was buried between Kaylee’s widely spread thighs, her tongue slurping and lapping greedily through her best friend’s dripping wet pussy like she was starving for it. At the same time, Kaylee was moaning loudly into Isabella’s soaked cunt, sucking and tongue-fucking her with desperate hunger, their bodies grinding and humping against each other’s faces.
Holy fuck. It was one of the hottest, most arousing sights Ethan had ever seen in his young life.
He couldn’t tell how long they’d been going at it, but it was obvious they’d already made each other cum — hard. Their pretty faces were absolutely wrecked, slick and shiny with thick strings of each other’s pussy juice. Chins dripping, lips swollen and puffy, cheeks smeared with creamy wetness. The entire loft smelled like pure sex: sweet, tangy, heady feminine arousal mixed with the deeper musk of multiple orgasms.
Ethan’s fat ten-inch cock surged violently in his loose overalls, throbbing so hard it ached, the heavy shaft swelling thicker and leaking a steady stream of precum down his thigh. His balls felt tight and full, already churning at the sight of his pregnant sister and her hot best friend tongue-deep in each other’s cunts, moaning and grinding like filthy little sluts in his bed.
Jesus Christ... His heart hammered in his chest, pure teenage lust flooding his veins. This was better than any fantasy. Two gorgeous, dripping wet girls — one of them carrying his baby — eating each other out right where he slept and fucked every night. His cock twitched again, painfully hard, begging to join them and ruin them both.
He stood there leering, chest rising and falling, every muscle in his powerful body tense with raw, overwhelming excitement.