Starting from Scratch Ep. 101: WET BAR

"So this is the infamous Piper Cherry."

Brock Dundee looked down at his dick to bear witness to the blond bombshell's hands gripping it, one hand on his, the other on his Big Brother's. Anchored in she smiled up at Brock with a teasing gaze. "Word of mouth?"

"What was that you were saying about an appetizer Rog?"

"She's not going to stop until we make her Brother of mine." Rog smirked, "I'm not telling that hot ass no under any circumstances."

"I've got him pussy whipped already." Piper grinned and knelt down between them. "I just want a nice quick family get together is all, then we can do lunch." From there she playfully explored Brock's facial hair, "If you two shaved you could almost be twins."

"Oh, no! I like my goat." Brock chuckled then winced at Roger, "Family get together? You two getting hitched? Asking me out here to cater? You do know I'm an ordained Minister."

"No wedding bells!" Rog laughed, "But, I'm pretty sure she can cater to our needs without your help."

"Any life in these still?"

Piper explored their crowns then flicked her tongue over Brock's urethra sending his legs weak at the knee. Roger catching his brother laughing mentioned anchoring one another. From Brock to Roger she teased with lizard like precision coaxing both cocks back to full nobility. "There we go. Just what momma ordered." Again she grit her teeth considering the houseboat was named after their mother Matilda. No apologies spoken she simply stroked them both lovingly. "Bring 'em in boys."

Shrugging they shifted closer not really understanding why. Each shuffle toward one another was not enough as she lured them tighter in formation. Once their peckers touched and they saw her evil grin they figured out her game. No way was she fitting both big boys in that beautiful set of pouty lips. Right?

Rule number one Brothers Dundee...never underestimate Piper Cherry. It took effort mind you, but Piper managed to take in both of their massive heads and sucked on them as much as she could. Roger whistling down at her barnstorming greed shot a memorable glare at his bro.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Indeed!

Both men reached down and grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her as deeply as her throat allowed without hurting her. Eyes tearing up under pressure she let them get away with her full meal steal. For the first time in their 34 and 35 years of living, both Dundee's nutted at the same time, their jizz mixing a fabulous cocktail down her throat. The more they stiffened up to shoot the deeper she fought to take them in. Their grips waning she asserted her own efforts. Feeling the corners of her mouth stretched to their limits and on fire she had to pull back or scream in agony. Dragging off of both bulbous crowns their cum and her saliva frothed from her lips and poured down her chin. A final gasp, she swallowed every drop within her mouth then kissed their six shooters ending her gunfight with blowing away the smoke from both barrels.

"Now that's how the West was won." She giggled. "I need a shower. I feel like I've been sleeping in a riverbed."

"Outdoor shower over in that back corner just pull the cord." Roger helped her up.

"You two go clean up together." Brock advised, "I'm the least dirty I figure, so I'll wash my hands and serve you guys lunch like we planned. I brought steak and lobster tail. Sautéed potatoes and broccoli. I could go all Top Chef and tell you every spice and garnishment but I'll spare you the finesse."

"That sounds incredible." Piper panted, "I'm famished."

"Not enough cum in your belly to hold you over until morning?" Roger chuckled tossing his ballcap off and leading her by hand toward the back door to reach the shower.

"Never enough! You need to feed me more at Horny-Dexter, too."

"I'll work on that."

"Have fun kiddies! I even brought candles."

"Awww! Romantic threesome! Can't wait!" Neither could Brock, looking back at her perfect body he sighed with a dramatic tick. His brother always did land the hottest bitches, unlike Brock. His ex-wife Annie was no where near Piper quality. Bigger bottom and smaller boobs, still nice back in the hay. Day even! Now that girl Becky? Even she was right on the money for Brock's palate. Short, sweet, petite, and adorable. Of course, he did have his eye on a certain someone. Pretty darned iffy though reaching that goal.

"So what made you jump ship on me?" Roger hit the cord igniting a clean water reserve on the boat. Cleaning one another was relaxing and equally as pleasurable as sex, tenderness went a long way for both lovers.

"Stirring up trouble is all. My plan worked perfectly. I saw how those girls looked at you Roger, they were looking for an excuse to dump their guys."

"Reverse psychology Counsellor! I observed some pretty hungry guys eyeballing you too."

"There was no way any of them could get mad at one another over us. The men got what they wanted, the women got their desires met too. I presume you two strapping gentlemen fulfilled their needs?"

"Oh yeah! No problem there. Matter of fact you'll notice when we go inside the ladies wrote their cell numbers in rubbed pussy juice on the window."

"You calling them?"

"Me? Naaa! I'm not gonna start a riot. I'm pretty certain their boyfriends will be less forgiving when you're not there to keep them in check."

"True! If I have nothing going on I'd be your wing girl."

"Can't expect to utilize you at my expense Piper."

"Sure you can." She kissed him then swiped some shampoo from a dangling rack. "Pick the catfish out of my whiskers Cap'n." Applying the shampoo she let him knead at her scalp and cleanse away the Cumberland. Ten minutes of pampering her Rog shut the water off and just held her from behind. She basked in his adoration as she reached around her right profile to palm his cheek.

"This is nice."

"Yes...it is." Piper found her heart opening up slightly. It had been ages since she was just...held. Short lived!

"Dry your asses off and get in here I'm not reheating this shit again." Brock interrupted.

"Raincheck?" Roger invited Piper, "Down time cuddle?"

"Absolutely!"

She kissed him warmly then let him decide to take the lead in going to lunch. Entering the living quarters they discovered that Brock had even brought them a towel from the real bathroom. Drying off Brock insisted on escorting Piper to her chair at the dinette. Seating her the chef set out unveiling his feast by lifting silver plating covers to a stunning meal beneath. Inhaling his work Piper smiled. "Lobster! I feel so special."

"Speaking of lobster...babe you are baked." Her tan had gone darker than earlier. She did warn Roger that fast tans were her jam.

"Golden child!" Brock chuckled and went so far as whipping a cloth napkin out like a sheet and laying it over her lap. "Just so you don't get crumbs in your pubes."

"If I do I'm sure you wouldn't mind cleaning them off with your tongue."

"I do lap cleanup." He winked then felt the need to emphasize his sexual criteria, "Only hot girls though. On that note I'm going to grab my clothes and find my cellphone to jot down the numbers of our new window washers. Bon Appetite!" Excusing himself Brock left them to dine.

"Brock is gorgeous." She beguiled Roger. "Why are you two single?"

"Well, like I said..." He poured her some more champagne from a fresh bottle resting in an ice bucket, "...Brock was married for five years to a gal named Annie. They met in culinary school and were great together, even starting up River Rats as a joint effort."

"River Rats does not sound all that appealing to dine at." She giggled.

"People know what it refers to, being on the river and all. Besides its not just a restaurant it's a bar with a killer dance floor. Live bands even. I think he's got one in house tonight. If I recall it's a country band called Whiskey Dick, not a bad bunch. Fiddler is damn good! Dueling harmonica usually gets the place hopping."

"You better dance with me tonight."

"Love dancing! When I find someone worth cuttin' a rug with." He chuckled cutting his tender steak rather than any rug. "Far as my relationship angle goes...I date fairly often, normally keeping my distance from any gal getting too clingy. He having a bar I frequent on occasion when I feel the need for company."

"I'm very clingy." She nibbles her lobster after cracking the claw and expresses just how delicious it was prepared. Expression exquisite!

"Yes but you don't want a relationship, which I can totally understand with what you've been through. Be as clingy as you want sexually...I'd even be fine with a bit of real passion in the mix. I just don't ever care to settle down."

"Someday I might consider trying that again, but my bucket list is just too long to leave room for that inevitability. Never say never! But...whomever steals my soul has to let me be me."

"Meaning?"

"Come on Roger...I'm a nympho...no...I'm whatever the next level of that is. I'm a Counsellor for God's sake, I should really know what that term is." She laughed. "I fuck who I want, when I want, where I want. My mate would have to be fine with that."

"Not saying I'm volunteering on the mate angle, but I know I'd be down for that." He grinned chewing his food.

"I do feel a connection between us. But, I'm not going to commit to anything other than us being sluts together."

"Fair enough! I believe you know I'm into that showing you off thing you expect of me."

"So far!" She jabs her fork toward him with a wince, "Prove that more often."

"On my agenda! Starting tonight!"

"Oh really?"

"You just wait and see."

"Remember who we're meeting for drinks tonight. Josie is my protégé, actually I think she's evened up with me on that end. Mimi is my true protégé these days. You should encourage her more."

"Mimi Mouse? She is a cutie. Once or twice I've thought about rocking her world, then I found out she has ten cats." He chuckled and almost choked. "Hairball!" She found his comeback amusing.

"If you've noticed she's evolving. Give her time and she's going to be a force to...well...be more open at least. She's into dresses and no underwear so that's a healthy start. She's talking of going with contacts and losing her librarian glasses."

"Yeah, but isn't she and that food truck guy Frank's granddaughter snuggling up?"

"LeAnne is bi just like Mimi. In Mimi's case she went to school with LeAnne so they have history. Her experiences with men are next to nothing but I know she looks I've caught her. That inexperience is eating at her so I expect ravenous here very soon. Tonight I hope to know if the guys can help bring her out of her shell. Their shells for that matter. Just ask Mister Lobster here I've got him coming out of his shell pretty fast." She teased her food.

"Well you did get her to be Dewey's date for tonight. Hate to tell you though, Kevin Fowler is gonna be heartbroken because he likes Mimi. The guy has hearts wearing sombreros spinning about his balding head."

"The boys can share her. LeAnne is technically Dewey's date even though Dewey asked Mimi first. LeAnne is only going as support because of Mimi. My hope is Mimi has a few drinks and loosens up."

"Can't imagine Mimi drunk. I bet the squeaking never stops."

"I know right?" Piper leaned forward grinning.

"Wonder if Brock just called those girls, he's looking as if he's flirting." Roger glanced at his brother through the glass wall pacing on the deck next to his tethered speedboat.

"Awful daring if he is, knowing the girls are still with their men."

"Yeah! You're right. Makes me curious now."

"Is he seeing anyone new?"

"Not that he's mentioned. Could be his assistant manager Willow, they have chemistry like that, but they keep it all business. Willow's a bartender by trade, he put her in control of the club part of the restaurant."

"Why don't they date if they have a good bond?"

"I believe she's only into black guys. She's half and half, just how she grew up I guess."

"Has she seen that dick? Once you go white it's no longer tight." She giggled.

"Who knows not my business, but I kind of doubt it."

"Well, whomever he's talking to has his dick hard. Just saying!"

"Hadn't noticed! Trying not to anyway! That stunt you pulled awhile ago was pretty intense. How often have you taken two dicks into your mouth at once?"

"Second time! I just wanted you and Brock to bond."

"That we did!" He laughed. "Eat up Filly! We've got some more fucking to do."

"Mmmm! Mind if I rock your brother's world?"

"Our turn to double up." He winked.

"Now that's what I call dessert." The remainder of their lunch was shop talk. Wondering how Damon Rice and Patrice would take to public displays. Even more how Josie was going to manage Roman, the Coach was gun shy when it came to being worldly. Tonight would certainly prove entertaining.

Dinner said and belched Roger stood up and rapped his knuckles on the window to get his brother's attention. Pointing skyward he let him know they were going up to enjoy the sun some more, Piper took Roger by the hand and led him astray.

Top of the world, Piper sprawled out on the mattress and kicked her legs at the knee in a free spirit bashfulness. Hardly shy but appearing so as a way of making Roger sense her desire to just lay with him. Crawling down next to her she snuggled up under his arm and enjoyed the higher range breeze filtering through the banks on both sides of the water. It was simply soothing now that the boat load of college hangouts were out of their hair. Peace in the moment she sighed and caressed his chiseled chest. Thank goodness for bug zappers.

"I needed this relaxation Roger."

"Yeah that's why I like it out here. My dad's favorite spot."

"I know your mom is deceased but where is your dad?"

"He's gone too. That's why I own the boat here. Well, Brock and I share it but he has a house in the city."

"You don't have a home?"

"Yeah, of course I do. That's where my dog lives."

"I think I've heard you mention a dog. What breed is it?"

"Malamute! His name is Titus!"

"Tight ass?"

"Titus..." He chuckled nuzzling her drying blond curls. "As in the Roman Emperor. Dewey helped me pick his name out. I wanted something regal."

"I like it. How did I arrive at calling my dog Rotten?" She giggled. "Spoiled I guess! Davon thought of calling him Thug but thank god I won that one. Davon...being a thug now."

"Let's not go down that road. This is supposed to be a getaway from it all date. Escape the past Piper."

"I have. Moving to Nashville has done wonders on my spirit. I'm free to be myself without my Father dictating my every move now that we have a scar on our family...because of my choices. Do you know my Father has not even called once since I moved here, nor has my mother. The only relative that's called is my sister Mona, Mace's mom. Of course, I haven't gone out of my way to call any of them either. I have another sister Breanna...Bree is younger than me by two years, my almost twin."

"Oh yeah? Maybe we could hook her up with Brock."

"Lesbian! Hottest Lez you've ever seen though, has a girlfriend named Selby. Like I said she and I are unmistakable sisters, unlike Mona who took after my Mother with dark hair. I kid you not Mona looks like Demi Moore. Bree like I said me. Anyways...I'll keep my eyes open on a date for Brock. For now...I'm both your date. Use me!"

"That's the plan. Here comes part three of that diabolical strategy."

Still on his cell Brock returned in only his cargo shorts. Overhearing his conversation from a distance they knew it was indeed his bartender aka bar manager Willow Underwood. Ending their chat with his back to them Brock put his cell in his pants and turned to face..."Shit!" Piper had hopped up and now stood right behind Brock without him knowing. "Damn you move fast."

"Whiplash!" She palms her breasts, "Ow!"

"Just checking in on my restaurant. Delivery day for the bar and I ordered a buttload of booze. I have a wedding at the club next weekend, my first venture into catering one of those I just need..." She ignored him and set out unbuttoning his pants and zipper. Hand lowered within to fondle his beast she sighs.

"This was not brought on by me Spew Chef!" Play on Sous Chef. "This have anything to do with a certain bartender?"

"Rog told you about Willow, huh?"

"He did! So did you. A dick this hard has to be motivated by someone."

"Yeah...I dig Willow but she's not into me like that. She's dating a Tennessee Titan rookie name of Jericho Maller. That guy is two of me and I'm 6'2, 210."

"Obviously you two have an unspoken bond. She flirts back doesn't she?"

"I guess, but I know it's just her having fun. She's into guys that are tough and rugged. That Jericho is a mountain of take what he wants."

"So be like that. You might shock Willow."

"I can't! I'm just her boss." He allows Piper to take his cargo pants off and let him step out. "What are we doing?"

"You are going to go lay next to your brother and wait for me. I need to tinkle and I'm not hanging my twat over the side of Matilda." Bad choice of words again she clenched her teeth and mumbled, "Sorry Mom." Brock chuckled and watched her throw his shorts on a deck chair. Her back to him Piper took the stairs down leaving him to watch that magical heart shaped ass wiggle away. Willow who?

Grinning at her mischief Piper went downstairs to the cabin restroom and plopped down to pee. Lifting up a confiscated cellphone she looked it over. "Good boy! No lockout code to bypass."

Navigating Brock's phone she found Willow's cell number and began texting. "If I fuck this up I'll take the blame and buy her a car or something. My gut tells me all Brock needs is to be assertive." Convinced this was the right thing to do she typed, "Enough business talk...I LIKE YOU. I EXPECT NUDES OF YOUR SEXY ASS WITHIN THE HOUR. DO NOT LET ME DOWN." All caps! Firing the text off she wiped and awaited a reply for as long as she could. Just as she opened the bathroom door she got her results.

"Damn Brock? What's gotten into you?" Willow replied.

"YOU HEARD ME WILLOW!"

"Busy at the moment but give me that hour."

"Set out 4 bottles of our best tequila for my brother and his guests tonight. Titty fuck one of the bottles while you're at it and send me that pic too."

"Some demon possess you out there on the river? LOL!" She returned. "I must be crazy...but okay."

Piper had to end it with a maniacal verse of, "HAHAHAHAHA! BITCH YOU'RE MINE!"

"Okay...keep that demon I'm digging him. LOL!" Piper left it at that and turned his phone down so as no further vibrations to alert the brothers of her evil machinations. Sneaking back up while the guys were looking up at the sky she slipped Brock's cell back into his cargo pants then tiptoed over to the mattress and crawled between them.

"Bird watching?"

"I was just telling Roger that your tan is as dark as Willow's natural skin tone. Her body is pretty close to your shape too. If you had black hair..."

"Brock?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me from behind and picture Willow. I know there's a lot of frustration in you over her. Take it out on me."

"Seriously?" He watches her roll over on top of Roger and guide his dick up inside her pussy. Riding him upright a few times to explore Brock's reaction she reached her hand for Brock. Taking her offer she pulled him into a sitting position then caressed his cheek.

"Willow wants it up the ass."

"Fuck!" He huffed and rubbed his dick. Launching himself up over Roger's legs he caressed Piper's cheeks, focusing his full attention on every part of her but her blond hair. The deep tan was working, his intimate visual was all Willow Underwood. "Goddamn that butt pucker is...gorgeous."

Huffing he lines his dick up toward it then pauses to spit into his hand for lubrication. Setting his sights on Piper...that is Willow's anus he touched terra herma and gradually sank his fist sized crown into a hole sooo not prepared. Piper Cherry gasped hard and dug her nails into Roger's biceps.