Pete's Weekend Ch. 02

"We shouldn't have done that," said Diana, her sweat-soaked and naked body drying in the cool morning light, Pete reclining, spread out and flaccid beside her.

"Probably not," Pete agreed.

"I really like your brother, y'know?" she continued. "It's not like I make a habit of cheating on him."

"Absolutely."

"I just, well, y'know."

"Yeah."

"It can't ever happen again." Diana stood and picked up her discarded clothes, clutching them redundantly to her body.

"Of course," Pete replied.

"In fact, it never happened."

"Just a bad dream."

"Yes, just a bad dream. Well 'bad' is perhaps too far, it wasn't 'bad' exactly, just wrong..." Diana said frowning. "You didn't think it was bad did you?"

"No. Of course not. Like you said, just wrong." Pete wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I should take a shower," he said rising, hoping to get out the room before Diana started talking again.

"Yes, me too, you first though," she said standing aside to let him pass. She watched his naked body leave the room and ascend the stairs.

In the bathroom Pete stepped under the cascading water, closed his eyes and tried to think. He had no intention of ever hurting his brother, he had had no intention of ever being anything other than a completely platonic little-brother figure to Diana. Of course he'd always found her attractive, being officially out of bounds was undoubtedly part of her appeal but her figure and personality didn't hurt either. And that was one hell of a fuck; she had been demanding, controlling, aggressive and so hot. Pete realised his hand had found its way on to his cock and was slowly tugging at its erect length. He stopped himself, aware that Diana would be waiting to use the shower herself. Washing himself quickly he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door.

Diana stood leaning against the wall opposite, also wrapped in a large clean towel. Their eyes briefly met before both self-consciously looked away. Pete made his way downstairs to find some clean clothes, then hearing the shower turned on again and with the lust he'd quashed in the bathroom re-emerging he crept back up the stairs to the bedroom Diana and his brother shared. Stepping across the room Pete quickly found what he was looking for; a discarded thong, red and black. Knowing he had at least ten minutes before Diana would be finished and his arousal getting the better of him he dropped his towel to the floor and wrapped the thong around his penis, relishing the taboo more than the physical sensation. He stood in the half-light of the room, leaning against the chest of drawers, pumping his hand with his fist.

In the bathroom Diana turned on the water and stepped away to stare in to the mirror. What had she been thinking? More than cheating on Andrew she'd done it with his brother, practically her own brother. Still, as guilty as she was, if Andrew hadn't been away it'd have been him on the receiving end of her lust, and he was always away these days. She'd never seen Pete as a possible partner before and had had no designs on him when she'd lay down beside him on the couch, but one thing had led to another, desire had got the better of her, and he'd been damn good. Her libido twitched at the memory of that cock spearing inside her, god it'd been good. Her fingers slipped beneath the soft towel and between her sticky thighs and in to the small spreading puddle there. With a groan the exhausted beast of her desire rolled on its back and she curled two fingers up and in to her pussy. As the water in the shower continued to run she plunged her digits in and out, frantically trying to recapture the feeling Pete had created inside her. Frustrated she decided she'd need assistance, so removing her fingers she turned to the bathroom door, opening it a crack to look out on to the landing. The coast was clear, she assumed Pete had made his way downstairs and was in the kitchen. Creeping along the landing Diana mentally browsed her choices; should she go for a dildo or vibrator, what about the big pink one, currently her favourite? As she came to a decision she pushed open her bedroom door and came face to face with Pete. He stood hunched over, one hand clutching at the chest of drawers, the other holding something around his cock, clearly he was very close to orgasm. The appearance of Diana in the doorway broke Pete's concentration and he stopped suddenly, then realising what was in his hand he hid the thong behind his back. Diana looked him up and down, his young body glimmering with a sheen of sweat once again, his face a portrait of shock and innocence and then his cock, still erect, jutting out, contradicting everything else about him.

Pete wanted to run from the room, but with his passage blocked by Diana he had no choice but to stand where he was. He knew he was in trouble, yes they'd fucked so being caught masturbating was technically no big deal, but in her bedroom, with her thong? After what they'd agreed on downstairs not fifteen minutes ago the evidence against him was damning.

Diana took a step in to the room, then another to bring her a foot or so away from Pete's heaving chest. Then with an unexpected movement of her hand she grabbed his cock and pulled him toward her body.

"Obviously you didn't get quite enough downstairs," she snarled at him.

"No. Yes, no," he stuttered. "I mean, I just."

"You just what?" Diana asked. "It seems to me that there's one of two possible truths here. Either I'm no good and you needed more, or I'm so good and you still want me so you were fantasising about me, using my underwear-" she reached behind him and yanked the thong from his hand, "to wank."

"Not at all..." Pete began lamely, desperately trying to fathom a half-believable excuse. Diana stood in delight at the look of panic and confusion on his face, wondering how long to give him to think of an excuse and dig himself a deeper hole. Her hand clumsily tugged again at his member, then again, it felt heavy and thick. She loosened her grip and slid her fingers around it more comfortably, then slipped her hand up and down repeatedly, watching Pete's expression as it grew.

"Obviously I didn't finish my job properly," she said smiling and quickening her pace. Pete groaned at the sensation of her soft palm and fingers manipulating him so expertly. Then joined by Diana's free hand on his balls, first cupping and then pulling lightly, it felt so good.

"Wait!" Pete exclaimed pulling himself free and stepping back from Diana. "No. No we can't, we can't do this to Andrew."

"I don't want to do it to Andrew, I want to do it to you." Diana said with a grin and step forward again. Pete took another step back.

"You know that's not what I mean. It's wrong, it's really really wrong." Diana stepped forward again and with the lightest push forced Pete to fall back on to the bed behind him. He immediately raised his body up on his elbows and moved to stand again only to find Diana standing with her legs either side of his, clamping his knees between hers.

"You're right Pete, so very very wrong, yet so incredibly good." She hitched the towel up a little and crawled on to the bed on top of him. Then once more taking his cock in her hand she raised her body up above his midriff and lowered it again, teasing the tip of him along her wet labia. Pete groaned but grabbed at Diana's thighs, trying to tip her to one side.

"That's not very nice Pete," she growled, grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away. Her pussy still just touching his cock she leaned forward over him and pinned his hands just above his head, bringing her face level to his. Then with a violent drop she engulfed his cock in her sodden pussy, eliciting a loud groan from both of them. Rolling her hips she ground herself roughly on him, causing him to grunt, his breath hot against her face. She lowered her lips to his and tentatively kissed him, then again on his cheek and down the line of his jaw to his neck where she licked before nibbling delicately.

"Get off me," Pete demanded with unconvincing menace. In response Diana bit hard below his ear and ground herself with renewed aggression on his cock.

"There's nothing you can do, Pete," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you until you admit you want me, I want your evidence shot deep inside me and then you can tell me you didn't want it." She raised herself off Pete and thudded herself back down, earning another grunt. Pete tried again in vain to tip Diana off and free himself but her knees gripped tight to his hips and her hands held his wrists firm. Whatever the rest of his body was saying, Pete's cock was saying loud and clear that he was enjoying himself, Diana was sure it felt bigger and thicker than earlier, she held it securely inside herself. She ached to have her nipples touched, pinched, pulled, anything, the towelling against her breasts rubbed but wasn't enough. Finally it was too much and she released Pete's hands and, yanking away the towel from her chest, she reached up and clamped each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and loving the pain. Free from Diana's grasp Pete reached up to her and she was sure he was about to throw her to the side, but instead his hands fell on top of hers groping her breasts hard before pulling her down on top of himself by her nipples causing her to yelp in pain. Her yelp turned in to a wicked grin as her tongue snaked out and in to his mouth.

"I knew you wanted it," she groaned. "You want it so bad. You love this don't you? Huh? Now suck my tits." She grabbed a fistful of his hair and smothered him with her clammy breasts. Pete's tongue slithered across her skin until it found a nipple, he latched on to it and sucked hard momentarily then without warning he bit hard.

"That's for biting me." He growled in to her cleavage. Then in a single sudden movement he rolled to his left, until she fell on to the bed and he was on top of her. "Now we'll see who wants it." He took hold of her wrists as she had done to him and pinned her hands to the bed. None of her dominant attitude had gone with the reversed positions, if anything she renewed her authoritative tone, throwing her legs up and around Pete's waist and pulling him further in.

"God I love this," she sighed. "C'mon, harder." Pete thrust in to Diana violently, causing her to cry out, temporarily stopping him as he pulled back to thrust again. Diana's eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "What the fuck are you stopping for?" She demanded, once more pulling him in with her legs.

Given a moment to think Pete realised that he couldn't control Diana the way things were going. With a smile he repositioned so that he held both Diana's wrists in just one of his hands, then grabbing at one of her ankles he pulled it away from his back and freed himself from her grasp. With a laugh he pulled out of her and rested his throbbing cock on her mound.

"Put it back in you cunt," Diana growled.

"Not until you admit you want it more than I do." Pete said calmly through heavy breaths.

"Fuck you," Diana spat, then raising her hips off the bed she tried to feed her pussy back on to him. Pete laughed again as he easily kept himself out of her reach.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," he teased. Diana raised her hips again, with no more success than the first time. "Come on, fuck me," Pete taunted. "You know I want it."

"Come on, fuck me like a whore," Diana moaned with a seductive smile. "I'll suck your cock and ride you like a bitch."

"Pathetic," Pete said bluntly.

"If you fuck me I'll call a friend and when she gets here we'll sixty-nine for you." Diana's face became a picture of sincerity. Pete looked down at her.

"Which friend?" He asked suspiciously.

"Julia?" Diana offered.

"Call her now, if she agrees then you've got a deal." Pete let go of Diana's hands and reached across to the bedside cabinet for the telephone. Handing it to her he swallowed hard, his throat dry as his breathing evened out. Diana took the phone and tapped the number with her thumb. "Speaker phone," Pete instructed. Diana waited silently until Julia answered.

"Hi Jules," she began brightly. "Listen, I've got a proposition for you."

"Diana, d'you know what time it is?" Came the reply.

"Julia listen, I uh met someone after the pub last night."

"Who? What about Andrew?"

"Never mind about that. He's interested in a threesome-"

"Ha, aren't they all?"

"But listen, this one's worth it, trust me." After a moment's silence Julia spoke again.

"Are you with him now?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes..." Diana replied.

"You're not doing it right now are you?"

"Believe me, if we were, you'd know."

"I tell you what, you two get on with it and if I like what I hear I'll be right there." Turning away from the phone to face Pete once more Diana grinned.

"You heard Julia," she said. "So come on, prove yourself and you'll get both of us." Pete hesitated, he wasn't sure he wanted an audience, however detached they were. "Come on," Diana coaxed.

"Where's your lust gone?"

"Doesn't sound too promising to me." Julia's voice yawned through the phone. Diana sat up and put her face beside Pete's.

"Listen, all bullshit aside, the idea of being the meat in a sandwich between you and Julia has got me wetter than you can imagine," she whispered. "And right or wrong, fucking you is amazing, yes I want you, and I know you want me too. So make a show of it now, I'll make sure Julia knows how good you are and then you'll get the rest of the weekend to do whatever you like to both of us." She pulled away enough to look in to Pete's eyes, "Anything," she mouthed to him.

"I can't hear much going on," Julia complained.

"Just re-positioning," Diana said by way of explanation. She glared at Pete then rolled over on to her stomach and raised herself up on all fours, her arse pressed against his chest. Pete placed his palms against Diana's buttocks and edged back until he could drop his bare feet on to the carpet. Diana half expected him to disappear from the room but instead she felt a single digit pressed in to the warm wet folds on her pussy. Groaning she pushed back against it slowly.

"What's he doing?" Julia asked.

"He's got me on my hands and knees, he's finger-fucking me." Diana sighed, enjoying having her friend listening to them, then deciding that Pete could do with some encouragement she went on. "I just wish I had you spread open in front of me Jules. Another finger." She turned to look over her shoulder at Pete. He slipped in a second finger and pumped harder with them. Then, his confidence returning, he twisted them and crossed them inside her, simultaneously applying his thumb to her clit. Diana grunted and slumped forward, off her hands and on to her elbows.

"What was that?" Julia asked.

"He's better with his fingers than most guys are with their cocks," Diana groaned. "I can't wait to get that thing back inside me."

"I want to hear you cum for me." Julia said. "That includes you mystery man."

"You heard her," Julia said over her shoulder. "She wants to hear us cum, so how about getting that cock buried back in me?" Pete slapped Diana's arse hard and dug his fingers in to the flesh leaving indentations and a spreading red swell.

"That sounded painful." Julia laughed. "Don't tell me you're his bitch Diana."

"Oh trust me, if he doesn't stop pissing around and get on with it he'll be getting more than a spanking from me." Diana replied. Pete brought his hand back down with another stinging slap. "Stop doing that you bastard," Diana growled through gritted teeth.

"Make him kiss it better." Julia suggested. "She loves having that cute little butt of hers kissed better."

"Yeah, get on your knees and eat me." Diana ordered. Pete pulled his fingers from her and for a moment she thought he might actually be doing as he'd been told. Then grasping one buttock in each hand he squeezed them hard, his thumbs pressing in to the sensitive skin around her anus. Diana squealed with surprise only to have her shock replaced as stepping forward Pete thrust his cock back in to her pussy.

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed.

"What?" Julia demanded.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Diana repeated. "Oh god yes." She met each of Pete's thrusts, rolling her arse in an ellipse. Pete held her waist and pulled her hard back against himself, burying his pulsating cock completely. Reaching forward he grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them, his fingers again digging in to the flesh, then slipping down to her nipples which he pulled at, eliciting a protracted moan.

"I wish I could see what he's doing to you," Julia sighed. "You two've got me so wet."

"He's a fucking animal," Diana cried. "He's so deep in me, he's uh, ohfuck, he's going to exhaust me before you even get here."

"As long as he's got energy left for me." Julia laughed.

"God Jess, I want you to lick me clean, he can fuck you while you're doing it-fuckyes." Diana fell from her elbows, her face now pressed against the bed, her arms having given up entirely. Pete pulled out of her, his cock throbbing and sore, grabbing Diana's thighs he flipped her over on to her back and sunk to his knees on the floor. Before Diana had time to comprehend he'd lowered his mouth to her gaping pussy and began devouring it. He rolled his tongue around her swollen labia briefly and without ceremony before tunnelling his tongue as far as he could. Diana let out a long deep moan and after stretching her arms out she twisted her fingers through Pete's hair and held his head in place. She loved the relatively delicate attention her pussy was receiving as a contrast to the rampant abuse, Pete's tongue alternating between drawn-out strokes and leaping about like a landed fish. She could feel an orgasm boiling up inside her, the unmistakeable switch to urgent need rather than desire, the point of no return hurtling forward. Pulling Pete by his hair to bring his face level to her own she sunk her tongue forcefully in to his mouth, her fingernails finding their grip in his back. Pete's cock naturally found its way back to Diana's pussy and with the slightest movement he inched it back in.

"Wait," Diana breathed pulling her mouth free from his. She climbed out from under his body and knelt on the bed, facing away from him. "Behind me," she ordered. As Pete positioned himself behind Diana's glistening lithe body she grabbed the phone and tossing it on the pillows she fell forward, grabbing the high headboard with both hands.

"Finish her off," Julia said over the phone. "Let me hear you two scream." Pete gripped Diana's hips tightly and drove his cock hard inside her with a long moan.

"You love it, don't you?" Diana grinned over her shoulder. "Come on then, finish me off," she groaned.

"Fuck that filthy girl," Julia chipped in. "Fuck her like a whore."

"Fuck you Julia," Diana replied. "Fuck you very mu-uh-" Pete changed the angle of his hips and his thrusting cock began grazing Diana's G-spot. "Jess, you've got to have a go on this one," Diana growled. "Oh God Pete, I'm cumming, I'm cum-uh-ohfuck." Diana clamped Pete's cock firmly in her pussy, her body tensing for a moment before her orgasm shuddered through her, sucking Pete's own orgasm from him and firing his seed violently inside her.

"Oh God that was outstanding," Diana sighed, her nails dug in to the wooden headboard. "Best fuck of my life." After a moment's silence, punctuated by the short, shallow breaths of Diana and Pete, Julia cleared her throat.

"Did you say 'Pete'?" she said. "Pete, as in Andrew's little brother, Pete?"