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and that the candles provided enough light. Yeah, Chad was in for a show.
    Satisfied, I headed back to the shower. Bree was moaning, and I could only guess what Peter was doing. Ah, yes… I slipped back the curtain. He had a handful of her hair and had bent her forward. His long cock plowed in and out of her grasping cunt.
    “You’re such a naughty girl,” I said. Stepping forward, I wrapped the blindfold around her head. “There. Now you won’t be tempted. Ready for Chad’s gift?”
    “Yes,” she groaned. “Oh yes!”
    But I wasn’t sure if she was answering me or responding to Peter’s long drives. I motioned toward the bed with my head, and since Peter had been clued in, he immediately pulled free of Bree then headed in to lie across the mattress. I carefully dried Bree then led her into the main room.
    “He’s on the bed,” I said. “I want to watch you ride him. Okay?”
    “Yes.”
    “Stay right here a sec.” Crossing to the table, I switched on the camera. Goosebumps coated Bree’s fair skin when I returned. Taking her hand, I brought her to the mattress then told her to crawl to her lover.
    Even blindfolded, she found him easily. Peter guided her to his cock, and we all groaned as she sank onto it. I came up behind her and rubbed my cock on her firm ass while I grasped her breasts.
    “Harder,” she whispered, bowing her back so she could lean into me while she bounced up and down on Peter’s cock. I angled her so the camera would get a better view, and I looked at it, giving my brother a smirk then the finger.
    It was time. After spitting in my hand, I ran it along my cock. Carefully, I bent Bree toward Peter then pressed the head of my cock to her ass. I should have loosened her, but I guessed “wild” Bree would like it this way. I flattened my hand on the small of her back and guided the head of my shaft with the other. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed into the tight sphincter. Bree cried out and I froze, feeling the squeeze of her body on my tip while we moved together.
    “More,” she gasped. “Channing! Give me all of it!”
    “Say my name again,” I growled.
    “Channing. Channing. Channing…” she cried, my name becoming a chant.
    Rewarding her, I pushed further inside, ebbing and flowing until my shaft was deep in her ass, her fiery heat surrounding me. I paused, feeling her clench around me, then I caught Peter’s rhythm and started to fuck her in earnest. We jerked in unison, and a symphony of cries echoed around the room. I lost myself in the sex, running my fingers all over Bree, while Peter did the same. She must have felt as if hands were everywhere.
    She squeezed me, drawing my release. I fought as the fire pooled in my balls. Not yet. Not yet.
    I watched Peter, looking for the moment when he’d reach the point of no return. He wasn’t coming inside Bree. We’d discussed that.
    “I’m gonna!” he finally grunted. I had to move fast. Carefully, but swiftly, I pulled from Bree then lifted her off Peter.
    His hand went immediately to his cock.
    “No,” Bree moaned, not yet to her orgasm.
    Still, I positioned her on her back, crossways on the bed, her head hanging off the edge facing the camera. Peter and I knelt over her, our hands jacking our cocks. This was another way I wanted to brand her—with my cum on her body. Peter launched first, his release shooting in multiple jets that landed on her breasts then ran down the sides. I grinned knowing we’d be showering again. And I’d fuck her until neither of us could stand.
    The tingle of release crawled up my groin. My balls were so tight. I fisted my cock, driving myself to climax and remembering Bree’s mouth on me.
    My cum shot across her belly, painting her skin with my possession. “Mine,” I whispered, rubbing my hand across it and down to her pussy where I drove three fingers inside her. Bending, I sucked her clit. Her hips snapped off the bed, and she screamed.
    I grinned. Mission accomplished.
    I looked