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over the side of the bed, and puts his
cock to my lips.
    This is it! This is the fantasy! I've always wanted two cocks
at once, and my cunt quivers at the fact that it's finally happening .
    I take Matt
into my mouth, and from this angle he slides in neatly. I can't
move my head very well, but it doesn't matter; he begins to pump
between my lips. I feel Rich shift forward, and the two of them
kiss. They kiss, with their dicks both grinding inside me.
    I'm on
fire.
    I've never
known sex like this. I never thought it would be this hot. This
good.
    It's like the
two of them are fucking each other again; I'm just the conduit in
the middle. I'm being pummelled mercilessly from both ends, both
cocks hungry for my body, my body trying to take both of them in
further, further.
    More.
    Rich's rhythm
is changing, and I know he's close.
    Matt starts to
tense.
    They grow
frantic, each pushing inside me deeper, and I'm pinned there
between them.
     
    I hear Matt,
then, his voice husky with lust, as he breaks their kiss and says a
single word:
    “ Come.”
    That
permission is all Rich needs, and he stiffens between my legs, and
Matt stops moving in my mouth, and everything is still for a
moment. Then I feel the shudders of both men, Matt flooding my
throat with his cum, Rich going rigid against me, his hot splashes
coating me inside.
    I swallow.
    They pull out
of me.
    Rich leans
down and kisses me, tenderly, for the last time. I kiss him back,
knowing this is it. Tomorrow he goes back to being Matt's friend,
and our best man. He will never be my lover again.
    Good thing the
sex was so good.
    Matt hangs
back a minute as I sit up and hug Rich, my breasts against his bare
chest. We hold each other for a moment, and when we let go it feels
like more than just a physical parting.
    Then Matt
pulls the blankets back for me, helping me to snuggle down under
the covers. He kisses me once on the lips. Then he and Rich gather
their things and dress. They're both grinning ear to ear.
    And I know
that in the morning, when I finally get to say “I do”, it'll be to
a future where curiosities are resolved, needs have been met, and
my new husband and I can settle down together.
     
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    My Brother's Lover
     
     
    It was a tight
fit at the table, with my parents, myself, my sisters, my brother
and his lover.
    Mom had
insisted we all get together for dinner back at their place. The
house seemed a lot smaller now that we were all grown. “You'll be
in town anyway, for the commitment ceremony. It's bad enough you
kids all want to stay in hotels; I'm not going to make you spend
all your money on food, too.”
    She didn't need
to worry: all of us kids had done just fine. Both my sisters ended
up in accounting, boring but it paid the bills and paid them well.
I became a teacher, which made more impact on my soul than my bank
account. My brother, Lucas...well, he chose his partner well. Marc
made a killing on the trading floors, and as we sat there across
from one another he flashed his killer smile at me.
    It was the two
of them, Lucas and Marc, that brought us all back together for the
first time in years. They'd been dating for a couple years before
Marc proposed. My brother had called each of us on webcam, he and
Marc gushing about their impending nuptials.
    Lucas, now,
across the table, was still beaming. Marc was everything he'd ever
wanted in a man.
    Well,
almost.
    There had been
a few...transgressions...on Marc's part. Like a bull loosed from
the pen, he'd gone wild after the engagement, trying on a few last
men before he settled down with Lucas. And like a calf on clumsy
legs, my brother had followed him, always waiting for him to
return, and always forgiving. He'd forgiven a lot, my brother.
    But would he
forgive the foot under the table rubbing against mine?
    I cleared my
throat and pushed the last few peas around my plate.
    “A toast,” my
father said. He raised his glass and we raised ours. “To a