CLOSE CALL

Chapter 8

Lena's POV

My body was still trembling, every muscle loose and buzzing from the intense double creampie, when Mom’s voice floated up the stairs again.

“Leena? I can’t find my charger. Can I come check your room real quick?”

Panic exploded in my chest. Julian’s large hand clamped firmly over my mouth, his eyes locking onto mine with a dangerous mix of command and excitement.

His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with residual pulses. Oliver froze on my other side, his breath hot against my neck, cum already starting to leak from me onto the sheets with every tiny shift.

“Hide. Now,” Julian hissed, voice barely a whisper. He pulled out of me slowly, the wet, obscene pop of his thick shaft leaving my stretched pussy echoing softly in the room. A thick glob of their mixed releases dripped down my inner thigh.

Oliver moved like lightning despite his size, grabbing his clothes and slipping into the walk-in closet first. Julian followed right behind, pulling the door almost closed but leaving a tiny crack.

The faint scent of their cologne and sex still clung to the air. I yanked the crumpled sheet up over my naked, glistening body, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy.

“Come in, Mom,” I called out, forcing my voice to sound groggy and innocent. “Door’s unlocked.”

The knob turned. Helen stepped inside, laptop bag over one shoulder, phone flashlight sweeping the floor.

She looked exhausted from packing but still beautiful, her hair slightly messy. My stomach twisted with guilt even as my pussy throbbed, full and sloppy from her husband and stepson.

“Honey, it smells strange in here,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she moved closer to the bed. “Like… cologne and something else. You sure everything’s okay? I heard banging earlier. It sounded like you were throwing things around in a nightmare.”

I clutched the sheet tighter to my chest, feeling fresh cum trickle out of me and soak into the mattress beneath. My nipples were still hard, my skin flushed and marked with faint fingerprints.

“Yeah, just a really intense dream. I was tossing and turning a lot. Sorry if I woke you up before your flight.”

She sighed and started searching the nightstand drawer, bending close enough that I could smell her perfume.

My pulse roared in my ears. Julian and Oliver were right there in the closet, probably still hard, listening to every word, maybe even stroking themselves quietly. If Mom pulled the sheet back even an inch, she’d see everything: my swollen, red pussy lips, the creamy mess coating my thighs, the soaked spot spreading under me.

“You’re really flushed, baby,” Mom continued, her hand hovering near my forehead. She brushed some damp hair from my face, her touch gentle and trusting. “And the bed looks like a tornado hit it. You weren’t… talking to anyone on the phone or anything, right…”

“No, Mom. Just me here,” I lied smoothly, my voice cracking only slightly as another drip of cum slid down my ass crack.

The guilt burned, but it mixed with a dark thrill that made my clit throb. “You should get some sleep. Long day tomorrow.”

She lingered for what felt like forever, scanning the room one more time. Her eyes paused on the slightly crooked picture frame on the wall—the one Oliver had knocked askew earlier.

“Alright. Love you, sweetie. Text me when you wake up.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then finally turned and left, the door clicking shut softly behind her.

Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the stairs.

The closet door flew open almost instantly.

Julian stepped out first, eyes blazing with raw, adrenaline-fueled lust. “That was way too fucking close, princess.”

He ripped the sheet off my body in one swift motion, exposing my cum-covered skin to the cool air. “Look at you… still leaking everywhere. Such a dirty little secret.”

Oliver emerged right behind him, cock rock hard again and already leaking. “Hearing you lie straight to her face while our loads are dripping out of your tight pussy… I’m throbbing, Leena.”

I didn’t have time to respond. Julian grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs obscenely wide.

He rubbed his thick cockhead up and down my messy slit, mixing everything before thrusting back inside me in one powerful stroke.

The wet squelch was loud, followed by the sharp creak of the bedframe as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, Daddy!” I moaned, back arching high.

He felt even bigger after the interruption, stretching my sensitive walls perfectly.

Oliver climbed onto the bed beside my head, gripping my hair. “Open that pretty mouth, little sis. Suck me while Dad uses you.”

I turned eagerly, taking him deep as Julian started pounding me with long, hard strokes.

The headboard began banging against the wall, matching his rhythm. Wet skin slapped loudly against wet skin. Oliver fucked my mouth in steady thrusts, groaning every time I swirled my tongue or swallowed around him.

“You’re such a filthy girl,” Julian grunted, one hand slapping my ass sharply. The sting bloomed into heat. “Lying to your mom with two cocks worth of cum inside you. Clench for Daddy, yeah, just like that.”

The risk, the sounds, the way they used me together pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard around Julian’s cock, moaning loudly around Oliver as my pussy spasmed and more fluids gushed out.

Oliver pulled out of my mouth and switched places with his father, slamming into my pulsing heat while Julian fed me his cock.

They took turns like that for what felt like an eternity—thrusting, groaning, praising me in low, filthy whispers—until both had filled me again. We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile, breathing ragged.

But then Mom’s voice called from the hallway once more. “Leena? I think I left my keys somewhere in there…”