Chapter 22: Naimh II

Before Belle or I could say anything, Sam walked over to us.

“Don’t feel bad,” she told me with a grimace. “I forgot too, until Neevie just reminded me. In our defense, a lot kinda happened that day. And drinking as much as we did is not conducive to long-term memory.”

Belle spoke up. “Matty? What’s going on?”

I sighed and explained, “You remember how Sam met everyone at the front door wearing my shirt last Friday, right? Neevie was the first arrival and called ‘next’. They worked it out for tonight.”

Belle frowned at Naimh. “And neither of you told the other girls?”

Naimh shrugged and looked at Sam for a moment. “Well once Sam didn’t tell anyone, I assumed she wanted it kept quiet, at least until after the fact. I still thought Matty would’ve told you.”

Belle looked at her blankly. “Uh, no, he didn’t.”

Naimh was crestfallen, her gaze sliding over to Belle and then back to me. “Nevermind. Tonight’s not a good night. I’ll just get my bag and go.” She walked quickly past me to get to the stairs, but I reached out and caught her arm.

“Hey no. Please, don’t go.” I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. “If you really can stay tonight, I WANT you to stay tonight.”

Eyes moist, she glanced past me at Belle. “You don’t need me tonight. You have her.”

“I’m more than happy to share,” Belle put in quickly, a little smile crossing her face. “Or ... actually ... if you just want a one-on-one with him, I’m good with just hanging back and watching, too.”

Naimh looked surprised by the offer, but also a little confused.

Belle screwed up her face. “What am I saying? I should go and leave you two alone. I’ll still have him tomorrow. I mean, this is your first overnight and it’s probably better that I don’t crash it.”

“No, of course I wouldn’t want you to go home,” Naimh said hurriedly. “I mean ... yes, I want some time alone with him, but you’re more than welcome to watch. And after ... well ... I rather enjoy the way you help me clean up afterwards.”

Belle’s eyes sizzled, and I found myself ping-ponging my attention back and forth between the emerald-eyed redhead and the pale green-eyed strawberry blonde as they rather obviously ogled each other. Naimh was right: I had a thing for green eyes and reddish hair.

Sam snorted. “Well now you’ve got me wishing I didn’t have to go home, but I do. Especially after last Friday night went to hell. I swear my mom’s gonna give me a breathalyzer test when I walk through the door. Besides, I gotta be there in case Neevie’s parents actually decide to call.”

Zofi spoke up quietly, with a warm smile for Naimh. “Have a great evening with him. Well, with them both.”

Naimh squeezed me and reached a hand out to Belle as well. “We will.”

Belle closed the door after Sam and Zofi left. As she turned back around, she asked, “So what do you guys want to do fir--”

She didn’t have to finish her question since Naimh already had her tongue in my mouth and her hand in my shorts. We staggered into the carpeted living room, sort of aimed at one of the couches, and didn’t even successfully get THAT far. I wound up flat on my back across the rug, my shorts around my calves while the incredibly horny redhead bobbed her head up and down in my lap, slurping noisily at my rapidly growing erection.

Belle just giggled and followed us into the formal living room, settling onto the sofa while unzipping her pants and digging her hand inside with a sigh of contentment.

Less than a minute later, Naimh popped off my prick, eyes glowing as she intoned, “I need you IN me. NOW.” I nodded as she rolled onto her back beside me, unbuttoned her jeans, and started yanking them down her legs. I rolled after her, kicked off my shorts, and finished taking her jeans and panties off. Neither of us bothered to remove our shirts or even climb onto the sofa we were in such a hurry. The Irish redhead pulled her legs back and spread them to the sides, I mounted myself into position, and started pressing my way in.

Despite the lack of significant foreplay, Naimh was incredibly wet, and I slid through her tight pussy like it was coated in warm butter. Almost immediately we were able to start fucking pretty hard.

“Holy crap you guys are incredible together,” Belle moaned from the sofa beside me. “But doesn’t that hurt?”

Indeed, I was pounding Naimh’s ass into the floor. Thinking quickly, I pointed to the sofa cushion beside Belle, and without me having to clarify she grabbed it and tossed it alongside us. Scooping my forearm beneath Naimh’s lower back, I hoisted us onto the cushion, which was only long enough to support half of her torso and left her head and shoulders still on the floor. Still, at least the point of impact was a lot softer. And about a minute later, Belle tossed Naimh a throw pillow the Irish babe could use to prop up her head.

Other than that, though, Naimh and I fucked each other’s brains out. She screamed and howled and thrashed and moaned. I hammered her repeatedly, switching from long and hard strokes to short and hard strokes and maybe a few medium but still hard strokes in between. There’s no other way to put it: we FUCKED.

We were both good at it.

And it was always AMAZING.

The way her pussy gripped my dick just felt soooo good. She had like the Goldilocks of pussies: just right. Really tight, but not too tight. Really wet, but not frictionless. She fucked me at the same rhythm I fucked her. We were almost never out of sync. After regularly banging four different girls, the differences between them were becoming apparent.

Mari was lush and inviting. I felt like I could saddle up and ride her for hours.

Belle was super-tight and so tiny. I could just pick her up and swing her around and fuck her however I wanted, although more often I loved the feel of her beneath me as I pressed her small form into the bed and she gazed up at me in devoted surrender.

Sam was super-willing to please, dedicated to my pleasure. Sometimes she did her best to fuck me into oblivion, and sometimes she wanted me to take over and dominate her.

But Naimh and I were just so ... compatible. Sexually, at least. She moved, I moved, it all just ... FIT. Even the others had commented about how the two of us were so attuned to each other during sex.

Like right now: I had shoved Naimh’s shirt and bra up above her big tits, ducked my head down to grab one of her big titties, and crammed the nipple into my mouth without slowing down my pounding of her pussy. With her head and shoulders hanging off the edge of the cushion, all she could do was cradle me to her breast and whimper. Presently, she twisted her hips just slightly, and I instinctively knew ... just KNEW ... that she wanted to roll over. So I pulled out, she quickly executed a flip, and braced her forearms on the couch beside us with her knees still on the floor cushion. This gave her a good view of Belle masturbating beside us, and she stared at the voyeuristic pixie while groaning as I filled her back up.

“Soooo fucking hot, you two,” Belle moaned. She’d divested herself of her pants and was really working at her clit now with her right hand. With her left, she raised the hem of her shirt and bra out of the way and tweaked her own nipple.

Naimh glanced back at me, just for a second, a little grin on her face. Again, without words I already knew ... just KNEW ... that she wanted to put on a show for our audience. So I reached back and let fly with a firm spank on her right asscheek. The redhead squealed and picked up her head in reaction.

<thwack!>

Belle groaned immediately, “Oh, fuck yeah. Spank that ass! Spank that phat ass!”

<thwack> <thwack> <thwack>

I grinned. Belle wasn’t into pain and didn’t like me spanking HER ass, but she certainly got off watching me spank the others. I kept spanking, Naimh kept squealing, and the redhead fucked herself back at me even harder.

“Grab her tits!” Belle exhorted. “Pinch ‘em. Squeeze ‘em. Fucking A you two are amazing! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Aaaugh!” Naimh screamed while I fucked the shit out of her, loving every second of it. “Matty! Matty! Matty! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Indeed, the redhead was cumming, her body quaking as she set her forehead down trying to absorb the incredible sensations. I was almost there, but not quite. And I continued hammering away all throughout her climax.

Belle wasn’t quite there either. Our eyes met, and I could tell she was waiting for the money shot. At first, I had been inclined to give Naimh an internal combustion to let Matty’s Cumslut suck it out. But instead I decided to give our voyeur a little show.

Grabbing one of Naimh’s wrists, I trapped it against her lower back and pinned her down beneath me. With a roar, I really laid down the lumber as I power-fucked my way through the final stretch. In the end, I howled, “Gonna blow! Gonna blow! Gonna... FUCK!” And I yanked myself out at the last moment, pumping my shaft to hose down the busty redhead’s reddened buttcheeks, painting lines across both hemispheres, down her crack, and especially right over her tightly-clenched anus.

Belle howled in ecstasy with me, eyes fixed on my impromptu performance art.

Even when I had nothing left to spurt, I lay my dick into the valley of Naimh’s butt-cleavage, gliding my shaft through my own puddles of cream to smear it around. I reached out with my left hand, beckoning to Belle, and she quickly dismounted the sofa and came to me. Grabbing her behind her head, I yanked the petite strawberry-blonde against my crotch where she gobbled up my prick and suckled smeared semen off my shaft. But I didn’t let her linger long, and after I judged that she’d slurped every last trace of sperm from my schlong, I directed her face into Naimh’s ass and pushed her down so she could start licking up every drop from the redhead’s pale, supple skin.

Naimh had been looking back at us while Belle sucked my dick, but her forehead dropped back down to the couch when Belle started licking her asscheeks. And she groaned when Belle even started giving the redhead a rimjob. I almost got hard again just watching them.

But I was in no rush. We had all night.

“So what is the deal with you two?” Belle asked a bit out of the blue.

Reclining sideways across the big couch, her head propped up on her elbow, Naimh furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You ... Matty. This ... chemistry ... between you two. It’s been obvious since you two first met. We can all see it.”

Naimh blinked. “You want to have this conversation now?”

“Sure. Why not?”

Naimh gestured with her free hand, miming up and down in sync with the way Belle currently undulated up and down in my lap. The petite teen girl was riding me reverse cowgirl on the armchair in the family room, you see.

Belle just grinned, clenched her cunt muscles tighter around my cock, and continued. “So? It’s not like my mouth is busy at the moment.”

Naimh chuckled in amusement and thought about her response. “You know, I could ask you the same question. There’s obvious chemistry between you and Matty. Everyone has always known you two are really close, and these overnights you get to have with him now are only going to amplify that.”

Belle shrugged. “Matty and I are an open book at this point. Much as I complained about him seeing me as a ‘little sister’ for so long, that’s actually a pretty apt description of our relationship.”

Naimh mimed with her hand up and down again. “Most little sisters don’t do THAT to their big brothers.”

Belle giggled, which did wonderful things to her core muscles for me. “Perhaps, but then we’re not actually related. So ... call us ‘siblings with benefits’? And didn’t the group of us have this conversation in Tahoe?”

Naimh shrugged. “You said you loved him, and would always love him, and fantasized about marrying the boy next door and never feeling alone again for the rest of your life.”

Belle stopped humping for a moment and glanced back at me. Somehow, none of us had ever completely removed our shirts, although we were completely bottomless from the previous round and I had my hands slipped underneath the hem of Belle’s shirt so I could play with both of her boobs. Presently, though, I let go of her tits to instead wrap my arms completely around her body and hug her tightly. Belle cooed and kissed my neck while I bent my head over her shoulder, squeezing me tightly.

“Yeah, exactly,” Naimh drawled.

Belle sighed and looked back at her friend. “I love Matty. But I also told you in Tahoe that I enjoy watching him fuck all my friends. I REALLY enjoyed watching him fuck you earlier. And I care too much about the BTC to ever seriously consider making him my boyfriend.”

“You said he offered. Why not make him your boyfriend but give him permission to fuck the rest of us? Best of both worlds, right? You get to be with the man you love AND enjoy your voyeuristic side.”

Belle pursed her lips. “The thought crossed my mind. But...” Her voice trailed off.

“You wouldn’t want to betray the BTC?”

“Sort of,” Belle conceded. “I mean, that’s your reason, isn’t it? The thought that if he became your boyfriend, you’d be taking him away from the others?”

Naimh nodded.

Belle exhaled and shook her head. “It’s not that. If I really loved him like that, I’d want to date him, walk everywhere holding hands with him, go on those romantic drives to the beach and cuddle while watching the sunset and all that stuff you’ve told me you wanted for yourself.”

I frowned and looked over at her and asked, a little confused, “‘If’ you loved me like that?”

Belle gave me a warm smile and cradled my cheek. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life. And maybe one day we might get married. But even if we don’t and ultimately end up marrying other people, I’ll still love you forever.”

I frowned. “I smell a ‘but’ coming on.”

“But...” Belle began with a sigh. “I don’t want to date you now. Dating you and becoming romantic and all that jazz would ... I mean ... I’m afraid it would end up in heartache for both of us.”

“Why?”

“What we have right now is great, isn’t it? All of the intimacy. Lots of fun sex. I get to watch you banging all my hot friends.”

“It’s great, yes,” I confirmed with a nod, slipping my palms over Belle’s tits again and going honka-honka with my fingers.

“Then why mess with success?”

I thought about that. “I suppose I’m not saying I wanna mess with it. If everything could stay the status quo for the rest of the year, with the whole BTC getting along great and me getting to have lots of crazy sex with all of you ... yeah, I’d love it.”

“So we’re in agreement.”

“At the same time, I HAVE been wondering why you’ve never wanted to become my actual girlfriend. Not saying we should; just want to understand why.”

Belle sighed. “It’s the same conversation I already had with my dad. Boyfriends and girlfriends break up; I couldn’t take that happening to you and me. It’s better this way: siblings with benefits. This way we can be eternal.”

“For now.”

Belle shrugged. “Until the end of high school, at least. We still don’t know what colleges we’re gonna get into or where we might be living next year. What if you get into some Ivy League university on the other side of the country and I end up living at home with my dad? What then?”

I nodded. “I suppose.”

“But...” Naimh began thoughtfully while letting her free hand wander down between her legs, “what if you’re missing out on something that could be REALLY special? What if you’re avoiding the greatest love of your life out of fear? What if you go your separate ways after high school, meet other people and get married to them out of convenience, and have to live the rest of your lives regretting the one that got away?”

Belle narrowed her eyes and gave Naimh a little smirk. “Are we still talking about me?”

I brightened and also smirked at Naimh. “Good point.”

The redhead frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Intro to Psychology elective,” Belle explained. “The questions you’re asking me are the questions you’ve been asking yourself.” She started grinding herself on me again, getting excited.

“I ... uh...” Naimh fumbled as she sat upright, pulling her hands away from her crotch and fixing the hem of her t-shirt so that it completely covered her.

“You got me sidetracked asking about MY relationship with Matty when I started this conversation asking about YOUR chemistry with him. So seriously, Neevie: Why not make Matty your boyfriend but give him permission to fuck the rest of us? Best of both worlds, right?” she parroted.

“That’s different.”

“Is it? He’s clearly super into you. He tells me all the time.”

“Be-elle...” I groaned in embarrassment, dragging her name out into two syllables.

“After Tahoe he kept wanting to call you up and invite you over so you two could fuck like bunnies every day.” Belle sped up her thrusting.

“Belle,” I exclaimed. She wasn’t supposed to tell Naimh that part.

“He said he liked you a little too much, actually. That he was worried he’d fall head over heels for you and lose control.” Belle started breathing hard as she fucked herself up and down on me. “He really does want to keep all the girls happy, but he’d give them up to be with you.”

“Belle, seriously!” I exclaimed, grabbing her hips and pinning her down so she couldn’t keep fucking me. “That stuff was private!”

The diminutive pixie shrugged. “It’s the truth, though.” She looked over at Naimh. “So if your big worry was whether or not he felt the same about you, you’re worried over nothing. He wants you.”

The redhead blushed pink and looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. “I ... uhhh...”

“What if you’re missing out on something that could be REALLY special?” Belle asked intensely. “What if you’re avoiding the greatest love of your life out of fear?”

There was moisture in Naimh’s green eyes as she looked up at Belle. And in a half-whispered voice, she asked, “Are you TRYING to break up the BTC?”

Belle blinked twice and backed up. “Huh? No, of course not.”

“Then why are you trying to ... to tempt ME into breaking up the BTC?”

“I’m not.”

“Well it sure SOUNDS like you are. Like hey, get Neevie to date him and take him away from the girls, and when everything falls apart and everybody blames Neevie, Belle can sweep in and pick up the pieces.”

“I’m just repeating what you asked me.” Belle’s eyes sharpened. “Or is this YOUR master plan? Get Belle to date him and take him away from the girls, and after everything falls apart Neevie can sweep in and console Matty in the aftermath.”

“What? No ... I...”

Belle smirked. “Hitting a little too close to home?”

Naimh shrank. “I’d never WANT the BTC to fall apart. I just...”

“Getting Matty would be a nice consolation prize?”

Naimh’s head came up, and she fixed her eyes on me. “I’d NEVER think of you as a consolation prize.”

I raised both hands. “Don’t worry. Belle’s actually saying the exact same thing I’ve thought myself. If the BTC did break up for one reason or another, at least then I could ask you out on a date.”

Belle looked back at me. “Then ask her out on a date.”

I frowned. “Uh, the BTC is still intact, thank you very much.”

“But you WANT to date her, don’t you? You WANT those romantic walks on the beach as much as she does.”

I bit my lip and looked down nervously.

“Look, this doesn’t have to be that hard,” Belle insisted. “She’s in love with you, you’re in love with her, so get out and DO something about it!”