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She looks over at Brooke, sound asleep on her right. Her pale skin, her soft shoulder poking out of the covers. Her hair draped over the pillow. Peyton leans in and places a soft kiss on Brooke’s shoulder. God, she’s irresistible. She watches Brooke sleep for a while, in awe of her.
She feels Julian stir to her left, his body pressing up against hers as he stretches and puts his arms around her middle. He’s not quite awake but as he pushes his hips forward, his cock is rock hard against her back. She can’t help herself, she turns her body and slowly captures his lips. His eyes open wide and he whimpers as she touches his chest with her left hand, her right making its way underneath the covers. She takes him firmly in her hand, stroking gently as he presses his hips forward towards her. The force of it wakes Brooke, who shifts and presses her breasts against Peyton’s back as she cranes her head to get a better view.
“How come nobody woke me up?” She teases, placing soft kisses on Peyton’s neck.
Peyton turns to lay flat in between them, her hand never leaving Julian, stroking him gently. She kisses Brooke, soft lips against soft lips. A lovely contrast to Julian’s rough stubble.
“You looked so beautiful sleeping” she says against Brooke’s lips.
“Well, you two look so beautiful doing that. ” Brooke says. “Please, don't stop.”
Oh, God. Brooke’s words send a new wave of arousal through Peyton as she turns back to face Julian. He reaches between her legs and runs two fingers through her arousal. She knows he’s testing to see if she’s ready for him. “Fuck” he moans, when he finds that she’s more than ready.
He moves his body and the tip of his cock enters her slowly, and then fills her up. She lets him take the lead, pushing into her at his pace. She can feel Brooke laying behind her, her nipples pressed against her back, her tongue tracing circles on Peyton’s neck. Brooke reaches around to stimulate Peyton’s clit as Julian fucks her. This is ecstasy. Her, between the two of them. She could do this every moment of every day. Oh god, am I in love with them? The thought pops into her mind but is interrupted by another buck of Julian’s hips.
Peyton can tell from Julian’s moans that he is getting close. Brooke begins this slow circular motion on Peyton's clit and Peyton can't hold back any more, shaking with the force of her orgasm, clenching around Julian's cock.
“Peyton, baby, I’m gonna-” he says, luckily pulling out just in time to cum on their sheets and not inside her. This isn't the first time they've forgotten a condom. “Fuck, I guess we have to wash these sheets” he jokes.
“You guys are going to be the death of me. In the best way possible…” Peyton throws her head back on the pillow. Brooke shifts as if she’s getting out of bed and Peyton grabs her by the waist. “Um, excuse me beautiful, where do you think you’re going?” She pulls Brooke down on top of her and Brooke’s tongue is instantly fighting hers for dominance.
She reaches down and enters Brooke with two fingers, filling her up. Brooke is soaked from watching the earlier display and Peyton’s fingers slide in and out easily. Peyton has the sudden urge to taste her. "Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I need it in my mouth.” she growls. Brooke’s eyes twinkle as she slides herself off of Peyton’s fingers. She grabs Peyton’s hands and pins them above her head. “Stay” she orders, as she positions herself above Peyton’s mouth, legs spread open. She lowers herself down slowly as Peyton eagerly laps at every last inch of Brooke’s pussy. She knows it won’t be long before Brooke comes on her face. She briefly wonders what Julian is doing right now, and peeks over to find him stroking his dick, mouth wide open at the sight in front of him. It spurs her on, knowing that he’s watching her do this to his wife. Knowing that Brooke is about to come in her mouth. Knowing that the two of them trust her enough to do this with them. It’s everything. Because you’re in love with them. Her brain tries to shout at her again, but the thought is fleeting because Brooke is moaning in ecstasy as she finishes, leaving her arousal all over Peyton’s face.
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An hour later, Julian makes them breakfast and coffee while Peyton sits on Brooke’s lap at the kitchen table. She leans down and rubs her nose against Brooke’s. She finds herself fighting the urge to whisper “I love you.”
“What’re you thinking about?” Brooke asks her.
“You.” She responds simply.
Brooke kisses her sweetly as Julian looks on lovingly. A (strange) picture of domestic bliss.
Peyton smiles, and wonders what this all means. They’ve been doing this for about a month. Is she their girlfriend? Does she want to be? You’re in love with them, you idiot , her conscience tries to tell her again. Julian flips the bacon he’s cooking and the smell wafts through the air. Peyton feels the sudden urge to vomit. That’s strange, she thinks, bacon hasn’t made me feel sick since I was- Oh, fuck.