Dressed as an Angel for My Reunion at the Beach

Hello again, loves. It’s me, Sammy, the usual one. For those of you who’ve already read my stories, I don’t need to introduce myself, but just in case someone’s just arrived, I’ll tell you quickly: today I live with my brother, the oldest one, and we live like a couple. I love him, I take care of him, I call him daddy. Because even though between us there’s good sex, the kind that leaves the sheets soaked and your legs shaking, outside the bed he’s an attentive, hard-working man, the kind who follows through.

Over the years I had surgery. I asked for medium-sized tits, not those over-the-top ones you can spot from miles away, but something natural and pretty, because I’ve always been skinny. I go to the gym four times a week and my legs and ass show it. I got my face from my mom, her delicate features, so without makeup anyone would swear I’m just another girl. And with the hormones, even my voice stayed soft, velvety. If I moan, believe me, no one would doubt I’m a bitch in heat.

But anyway, I’ve already gone on too long. What I’m here to tell you about happened this summer.

My brothers went their own ways and moved far away. Every now and then they send me messages, photos of their hard cocks, videos of them cumming thinking about me. They tell me how lovely everything we lived through together was, how much they miss burying their dicks in me to the hilt. Same with my cousins, who for a few years stayed living with us while they studied at the capital’s university, a couple of hours from home. They all still take care of themselves, they all still go to the gym. And deep down, they all still remember what it was like to take turns opening my ass.

***

During my husband’s vacation we always used to go to the beach house. That house has its own history. When my mom was alive, she had a regular client who ended up becoming her partner. When she died, over time he left me the house. He never had any children of his own and said he considered me his daughter. I was fond of him. So every summer he and I… I mean, my husband and I, went to spend a few days facing the sea.

This time I decided to do a deep clean. Normally I’d only sweep, mop, and dust, just enough to get through the two weeks. But this time I started pulling out old things, throwing away what was no longer useful, emptying drawers that had been shut for years.

And then I found it.

A photo. One of those we used to take of all of us when the guys lived with us. In the picture I was kneeling in the sand, wearing a tiny two-piece bikini, smiling at the camera. And behind me, them. My brothers and my cousins, the five of them, completely naked, with no shame at all, their cocks hanging heavy in the sun.

I sat on the floor with the photo in my hand for a good while. All those afternoons came rushing back to me at once, the orgies we used to throw when the house was ours alone, no condoms, no rules, just us and the summer heat. The taste of semen from five different dicks in my mouth, fingers prying my ass open while another one fucked my surgically altered pussy, the hot cum sliding down my thighs to my stockings.

When my husband came back from shopping for the two weeks ahead — he always stocks up on liquor, because on vacation that’s the only thing we really let loose with, the rest of the year we hardly drink — I showed him the photo.

“Look what I found,” I told him.

He took it, smiled crookedly.

“What memories,” he murmured, and I felt the bulge in his pants starting to show — “I still remember how we’d leave you, dripping everywhere.”

What memories. Those two words lit up an idea I couldn’t put out anymore. Just thinking about it made my thong damp.

“What if we do something next summer?” I blurted out before I even thought about it. “Just a few days. Like before. Let everyone wreck me again.”

He looked at me, amused, and ran his hand over his already hard cock.

“And how are you going to get everyone together?”

“The perfect excuse,” I said. “My mom’s anniversary. Something family, intimate. Nobody else. And inside, we fuck until we drop.”

That same night my husband fucked me while thinking about the photo. He put me face down, lifted my hips, and shoved his cock into my ass with no preparation, save for the thread of spit he let fall between my cheeks. I held onto the pillow while he thrust into me, whispering in my ear the whole time.

“Picture them again,” he panted, “five hard cocks waiting for you, and you opening your ass for all of them, you slut.”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned against the fabric. “I want them to fill me up, I want to suck all of them.”

He fucked me hard for a long while, all the way in and all the way out, until he came in hot spurts inside me. I ended up with a wet face, the small dildo between my fingers, rubbing my tiny clit on my surgically altered pussy until my legs shook.

***

I talked to each of them separately. It wasn’t difficult. They all agreed, except for one of my cousins, who had just changed jobs. He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say yes either, and I left the door open, sending him the occasional thong pic so he wouldn’t forget me.

It would be in April. With time, I bought everything we’d need. And for myself, I ordered something special: a white trikini with garters and stockings, a pair of angel wings, a golden fabric halo, and some silver high-heeled shoes. I wanted to surprise them when they saw me, I wanted them to get rock-hard all at once.

The day came. My husband and I traveled first, got the house ready, filled the fridge, arranged the bottles. Then we went to the terminal to pick up my two brothers. I hadn’t seen them in person in almost three years, only through a screen. When I hugged them, I felt something tighten in my chest. They’d changed, they were bigger, more defined. And when I hugged them close, I also felt the bulge pressing against my hip, the fucking bastards.

We went back to the house, chatted late into the night, put on music, opened the first bottle of wine. We talked about Mom, about the time when the house was always full, about what each of us had done with our lives. But there was something else in the air, a current none of us named and all of us felt. I crossed my legs and felt my thong stick to my wet pussy.

And that same night, without even needing to discuss it, the three of us ended up in bed. It was like the years had never passed. The oldest one sat me on his lap while the other came up behind me with his cock already out of his pants, thick, throbbing. I grabbed his dick with my hand, spit on it, and took it into my mouth whole. I suck well, girls, I’m telling you that without false modesty. I took him down until his balls hit my chin, and I stayed there, eyes watering, until he tugged my hair to let me breathe.

Meanwhile the other one was ripping my trikini off to the side, spreading my cheeks and running his tongue from my ass to my surgically altered pussy, eating me slowly, licking me to the last drop. I moaned with my mouth full, rocking my hips against his face.

“How I missed this little ass of yours,” he told me, and shoved his tongue inside.

They put me in the middle of the two of them. One lay on his back and made me sit on his cock facing him. I lowered myself slowly, feeling my ass open centimeter by centimeter until I buried it all the way in. I started moving up and down, tits out, the halo crooked, biting my lip.

“That’s it, that’s it, ride me, little sister,” he panted, holding my hips.

The other one settled behind me. He pushed me forward against the first one’s chest and spat between my already open cheeks. I felt the tip lining up where there was already a cock inside, and I tensed, held my breath.

“Relax, princess, relax for me,” he whispered.

And I relaxed. He went in slowly, stretching me until I felt like I was splitting open. I stayed still, mouth open, saliva dripping onto the tits of the one beneath me. Then they started moving, one pulling out while the other went in, coordinating like they’d never stopped doing it. I couldn’t speak, only moan, hoarse, high, animal. My arms trembled, the wings got in my way, and I didn’t care.

“Look how we’re opening her up, the little bitch,” one said.

“Our sister, always ours,” said the other, and bit my shoulder.

My husband watched us from the doorway before joining in, cock in hand, stroking it slowly, without a gram of jealousy, because that had never existed between us. He came over and adjusted my head so I could suck him. I grabbed his cock, licked it from bottom to top, sucked his balls one by one, took him all the way in until he jabbed my throat and I choked on strings of spit. He held my head with both hands, fucking my mouth to the rhythm of the two of them pounding me from behind.

The three of them came almost together. One filled my ass until I felt the hot stream sliding down my thighs. The other pulled his cock out and came over the tops of my cheeks, the garters, the stockings. My husband finished in my mouth and made me swallow while looking me in the eye. Then he ran his thumb over my lips to catch what was escaping.

I fell asleep between the two of them, with the window open, the sound of the sea seeping in slowly, the semen still trickling between my legs.

The next morning one of my cousins arrived. We went to pick him up, after the same length of time not seeing him, the same long hugs. We brought him to the house and, while we were settling him in, there was a knock at the door.

I opened it. It was my other cousin, the one who hadn’t confirmed.

“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world,” he said, and lifted me off the floor in a hug. Even through his pants, I could feel he was already half-hard.

***

That afternoon they told me they’d all brought me gifts. I hadn’t expected that. My husband gave me a perfume, the kind I’m weak for, the one I wear when I want to feel powerful. One of my brothers gave me a huge dildo, one of those impossible ones, laughing as he handed it over and telling me he wanted to see me take it in afterward. The other gave me some very fine thongs. One cousin gave me earrings with stones that sparkled in the evening light. And the last one gave me a gift card with good money on it, so I could buy whatever I wanted.

I went to the bedroom to change. I put on the white trikini, the stockings with the garters, the wings on my back, the halo on my head, the silver heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I was ready.

When I came out, all five were in the living room. The silence lasted only a second. Then I saw how, one by one, it all started showing under their clothes. They were hard just from looking at me, some of them already with a hand over their bulge without even bothering to hide it.

I didn’t say anything. I walked slowly to the center, letting the heels mark each step on the wooden floor. I felt five pairs of eyes following me, and I liked that more than any gift. My clit hardened just from the weight of their looks.

I knelt on a cushion, rested my hands on my thighs, and lifted my face.

“Come here, my loves. Take them off. All of them.”

They arranged themselves in a semicircle. They unbuttoned their pants, pulled down their boxers, and the five cocks came out at once, different and yet familiar. I recognized each one: my older brother’s thick one, my younger brother’s long, curved one, my quiet cousin’s dark one, the short, wide one of the other, and my husband’s, the one that had opened me the most times.

I started with the one in the middle and worked my way through them. One cock in my mouth, one in each hand, and the other two waiting their turn, brushing my cheeks, my hair, leaving spots of pre-cum on my face. I sucked them deep, without cleaning up, taking them down to the balls, spitting, drooling over the cocks so I could jerk them off better. I rotated, I didn’t forget any of them.

“Swallow it all, little angel,” one of them said, grabbing my hair. “All the way down.”

And I swallowed it, feeling it slide down to my throat, feeling the tears roll and my mascara streak down my cheeks. I slobbered, coughed, took it back in again. I switched cocks and the next one was already there, another flavor, another thickness, another shape. I kept spitting with both hands busy, letting thick ropes drip over my tits, over the white trikini that was already getting ruined.

One crouched down and squeezed my tits while another ran the tip over my closed lips and painted my face. The air smelled of my new perfume and skin, of salt, of summer, of cock. Every so often I’d lift my eyes and find them looking at me, not at the others, and that made me keep going with even more hunger.

Then they put me on all fours over the big sofa, with the stockings still on and the wings a little crooked. They pulled the lower part of the trikini to one side, left everything exposed. One of them spread my cheeks with his thumbs and let out a low whistle.

“Still tight, look at her.”

The first one went in with a clean thrust. I screamed and grabbed the back of the sofa. He started fucking me with his hands on my waist, pulling almost all the way out and shoving it back in to the balls. The others weren’t waiting quietly: one got in front of me and put his cock in my mouth, another was groping my tits, pinching my nipples, tugging my hair.

They went in one by one, unhurried, taking turns while the rest waited or held me by the hair and waist. Each had his own rhythm, his own style, and I recognized them all without needing to look. One gave it to me slow, deep, savoring my ass. Another slammed into me like he wanted to tear me apart. Another squeezed my garters and spanked me while he fucked me.

“Slut, delicious slut,” they told me. “That’s what you were born for, that’s why you got surgery, right?”

“Yes,” I panted. “For this, for them to fuck me, for them to fill me, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

At some point they stopped taking turns and it became two at once. They laid me down over one, with his cock buried in my ass, and another climbed up over me. He spat on me and settled at the same opening. It was hard, I took a deep breath, let go, arched my back. I felt the second cock forcing its way in beside the first, stretching me until it made me tear up. When they were both inside, I stayed still for a second, mouth open, no air in my lungs.

“Take it, little angel, take it.”

I took it. And then I moved. I moved the way I knew how to move, the whore’s hips I’d learned from using them so much. The two of them started fucking me at the same time, one pulling forward, the other back, while a third got in front of me and sank his cock into my mouth. The other two were caressing my tits, jerking off with their free hands, whispering filthy things in my ear.

I bit my lip, clutching the back of the sofa, feeling the sea in the background through the open window and the heat of all those bodies against mine. I didn’t want it to stop ever. I was full in front, in back, on top. I was a bitch in the middle of five men and I had no dignity left, nor was I looking for it.

The first to cum was my husband. He pulled out of my mouth at the last second and painted my face, thick ropes landing on my forehead, my eyelids, my lips. Then came the younger brother, who came inside my ass with a long groan, not pulling out until the last drop. The other followed right after, finishing between my cheeks while I trembled all over.

The cousins turned me onto my back, lifted my legs with the stockings up over my shoulders, and took turns fucking me, minutes each, until they came: one inside, the other outside, over my tits and belly button. Semen was everywhere, running off me, drawing my body. I ran my fingers over my stomach, gathered some up, and brought it to my mouth, looking them in the eyes.

I don’t know how long it lasted. I lost track of time, of positions, of who was who. All I know is that when we were done, we all ended up sprawled out, sweaty, laughing like when we were younger. Me with my wings broken, the trikini destroyed, and a smile that hurt my face because it was so huge.

***

The next day we took the keepsake photo. The new version of the one I’d found in the drawer.

This time I was dressed as a little angel, with my wings and halo, sitting in the center. They were naked around me, all five hard cocks pointing at me. Me with my mouth slightly open and a huge smile, holding two of them with my hands, tongue out waiting. The second the shutter clicked, they gave me a drink. Each one his share. Five streams of hot semen that fell into my mouth, onto my cheeks, onto my outstretched tongue. I swallowed what I could, let the rest drip out, and smiled at them all, smeared and happy. My angel’s reward.

We stayed like that for two more days. By day we went to the beach, lay in the sun, got in the water, cooked together. At night, the house went back to being what it had been years before. No rules, no guilt, just us. They fucked me in the kitchen against the counter, in the shower with the water falling, in the sand of the private beach at dawn, on the sofa watching the sun sink into the sea. I lost count of the loads. I’d wake up with a pasty mouth and open legs, and I liked it.

Until, one by one, they left. The goodbyes at the terminal were long, with promises to do it again, not to let another three years go by. One of them squeezed me close to his ear and said, “Next time I’m bringing a friend.” I kissed him on the mouth and said yes.

My husband and I stayed for the rest of the vacation. We went back to our couple’s routine: sunbathing, going out dancing, dining facing the sea, sleeping wrapped around each other. And fucking, of course, fucking every night like it was the first time, him sliding into me while making me repeat in his ear everything the others had done to me. Me, with the new photo tucked away in the same drawer where I’d found the old one.

Because that’s what we are: a family that takes care of each other, that misses each other, and that every so often finds the perfect excuse to come together again.

***

Another time I’ll come back, loves, and tell you whatever comes next. For now I’m saying goodbye. Take care, be bad, and we’ll read each other soon.