"I mean it," I told him. "I want you to f***k her."
Pierce looked down at Otti's body. He gripped her hips before reaching between them. I let him take his time rubbing his head along Otti's dripping slit.
"Look at me," I ordered.
They both immediately looked at me. I smiled at them before my eyes settled on Pierce.
"I want you to keep your eyes on me and thrust inside of her," I told him.
Pierce furrowed his brow.
"Just trust me," I said. "It's not gay."
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Everything is gay to Pierce. I'm not into dudes like that either, so I'm not sure why Pierce has to keep mentioning it. He needs to learn to experience more. We have a connection. A brotherly connection. Maybe something a little stronger than that even. Pierce just needs to accept it.
Thankfully,
