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Puma

Chapter1

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Faelen grabbed his Scott’s from under the bed. Wearing shoes in the house is big no no in Hawaii. Yet somehow his shoes or slippers always grew feet when left by the front door. He went to the closet for his flannel hoodie and took his AirPods off the dresser. Making his way towards the door releasing the latch he twists the knob.

“Wait…why am I giving him a ride? Who took his 4Runner?” Faelen mumbled quietly.

Griffin loved two things in this world. The hammah between his thighs and his white 4Runner. Faelen sat at third but only because he’s blood so he is loved by default. With the 4Runner being the second most cherished thing in Griffin’s hoe bag life. Not even his own brother could drive it. There is no way he would let some random woman take his ride no freaking way he thought as the door closes behind him.

“Griff?”

Faelen called out while making his way down the wooden steps. The plantation style house in Puliewa was built a few years after World War Two and has been standing without being remodeled. Every floor board and tile made its own song. If a mouse was to scurry, the floor would rat it out.

“Griff? You still here bro? What happened to your 4Runner? Griff!!?

Faelen reached the landing, turning the corner into the kitchen. The kitchen was never out of order. The island in the kitchen was always kept spotless. Every pot, pan every spoon had its place as mom use to say. Washing dishes as you cook meant less you had to clean before eating. She made sure her boys knew what women wanted. A tidy organized kitchen. A hardworking man to cook for. And a dicking down so ferocious she’d bend the knee at his will. She was mom and dad. The person who should have taught them that decided after he won the lottery he’d catch the first flight to New Zealand.

Faelen glanced around the kitchen. No dishes in the rack. Counters wiped and sanitized. The stove was cold with eyes covered. Faelen cleared the corner of the island. A red piece of fabric balled up on the floor. Odd he thought as he zeros in. leaning in to investigate the foreign object.

“Panties!??? Really Gr..”

Griffin snatches the lace fabric from Faelen’s grip with a smile from ear to ear. Inhaling deeply into the previously worn garment. Dick pulsating through grey under armor. His eyes rolled back. Mouth a gape as he lets out a long exhale. Stunned by his own brother love of Victoria’ Secret, Faelen said the only thing he could in a situation like this.

“You sick fuck!” The look of disgust and jealousy flooded Faelen’s face. His right cheek slightly raised.

“Whose panties are those Griff? As if he would know the name of whom ever got their guts rearranged. Faelen has never been with a woman long enough to know what type of panties she wore. All the women who friend zoned him did so just for a shot at his younger brother.

“I dont know man some curly haired hapa chick with a fat ass I met last night. Brah she had the nicest assI’ve ever seen my guy. Her leggings wrapped around her thighs dude you can tell she’s a runner for sure. Fuck bro, and she smelled like roses and some fruity shit man it was crazy. I don’t even remember her name”

Griffin went on and on about his latest piece of ass for a good five minutes. The more he rambled about her the longer his bulge grew. His engorged head barely reaching his knee. A dark spot began forming by his tip as precum started trailing down his leg. The under armor was definitely losing this battle. Sweat began beading on his brow. His eyes became blood shot as the rolled back. Faelen wasn’t about to watch his brother nut he already heard enough from this mornings fuck off.

“Griff!…Geezus bro!! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Faelen interrupted. “ I don’t need to see this shit man. I’m going back to bed fuck this!” Faelen making his way out the kitchen.

Griffin rolls his eyes forward breaking the pre orgasm trance. His dick head returning to the middle of his thigh.

“Bro look!” Griffin said holding up the red thong. “Look at what’s on it?

Griffin held open the thong with both hands. The red lace front floral pattern design sparkled under the sunlight. The aroma of fruits gardenias flooded the kitchen. On the front embroidered in black was what looked like an animal of some kind. Too large to be a kitten too small to a Lion.

“Is that a Puma? Faelen asked “It looks like a black Puma! Curious to see the craftsmanship on such agile fabric Faelen and to help his brother get his shit together Faelen pries the thong out of Griffin clammy palms. Turning the it over to the reverse side. Embroidered in black he found a set of numbers and letters.

“Bro! It’s an address!” Faelen said while showing his brother. It was very certain at that moment that they both had the same train of thought. The brothers had spent all their lives together but rarely spoken in unison. But in the midst of the fruits and gardenia high.

“Let’s Go!”

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[shinyeggplant808]

Puma

Chapter1

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Faelen laid awake counting the popcorn on the ceiling. The whisper of passing cars and leaves entering his room wasn’t enough to drown the hypnotic moans of Salma Hayek posted on his wall. Her silky black hair draped over the straps holding up her cleavage in a white top. Her smile giving him the impression that she enjoys being awe’d by her owner. She was the main event in the midst of the preliminary. Prominently displayed as his most prized possession amongst his trophies and certificates. She had a habit of making eye contact with him but regardless of how many times he reminds her she never got his name right.

“Griff!!! Fuck yes Griff!! You’re stretching my pussy Griff!!” Salma moaned without moving her lips.

“Damn these walls are thin.” Faelen uttered. Rolling his eyes prying his back free from the Serta. Even with music blasting from his Bose the rocking of the head board always threw off the beat. Sharing a house with his younger brother had its perks. Rent, utilities, wifi split down the middle. Steaks and ahi slabs filled the ice box. Michelolb in stock after a long ass day. Fortnight and Call of Duty tweak out sessions on PS5 Fridays became a ritual. But knowing your brother’s stroke and body count however, is like installing an exhaust system on a Tesla.

The morning sun and salty breeze grazing Faelen’s skin as he stumbles bare assed over to the moaning Salma. Her breast making sure to catch a glaze. Needless to say it never had to work hard to get a look at every three to five. Cock hiding in his hand he tried to make use of what he had. Squeezing and prying but met with no response. No wiggle to acknowledge the elevate pulse.

“Oh my God Griff!!! Your dick baby!! Yes baby yes!!! Flood Fae’s ears with each step. Placing his head on Salma’s breasts. The silent room amplified the pounding taking place behind Salma. The patter of skin to skin contact riding the waves of the head board banging on the wall lead to only one conclusion. Doggy style.

“You’re gonna make me cum Griff!! I’m cumming Griff!! Don’t stop your fucking this pussy soooo fucken good baby!!! baby I’m cumming Griiiifff!!!!” Seeped through the drywall.

Griffin lived in the shadow of his older brother all his life. His youth was spent watching Faelen win first place in Spelling Bees and talent shows. Captain of the football team both JV and Varsity. Winning Gold in the 200 and 400 yard sprints. Always on the Honor Roll and Principal’s List. Even managed to become class president and Valedictorian for his High-school and College. But where Faelen lacked Griffin excelled. Griffin only owned and wore grey sweats. Showing off his vain plumped eggplant was a regular thing for him. His print never failed to catch the eye of women regardless of where they were. Groceries stores, beaches, restaurants. This fuckers dick with a modest curve was massive. He’s fucked teachers, nurses, doctors, Police officers and Government officials. Single Moms and the occasional married woman and who ever the fuck he is doing now.

Faelen stands forward of his moaning poster. Sunlight fluttering from the curtains. The rays of light was the only attention his naked body could count on at that moment. Salma’s moans became softer as the knocking on the wall suddenly subsides. Fae looks down at the little smokie in his hand. Limp, practically non existent excuse of the male anatomy was nothing he could pass as presentable in his eyes.

“Griff you lucky fuck” slips from Fae’s lips.

A door squeaks from the hallway followed by footsteps. The floor creaking with each step slowly fading. A soft pop and faint giggles ring back to Fae’s door. A few seconds go by followed by another squeak of a door closing. Jingling keys precedes the ignition of a 4Runner revving from the garage and fades into the distance. Faelen puts on the Levi’s and black tee that was laid out the night before.

“Fae!!” Griffin calls while banging on his door. “You up broskie!?”

Faelen stares at the door with his middle finger lunged forward. The latch on the door in the vertical gave him the confidence to lift the second finger.

“Yah bro! I’m just waking up now what’s up?” He hated lying but it was a much better than telling Griff he was about to stroke it listening to him fuck some girls brains out. Faelen stares at Salma. The eye contact between them you could swear it was true love. She never broke eye contact first. Which was all the evidence he needed.

“I love you baby!” Faelen whispered or so he thought.

“The fuck did you just say? Come on man we gotta Hele! Get ur ass up I need a ride!” Griffin said pounding the door. “I’ll be down stairs and traffic is already fucked.”

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