Abel lets go of me and slides out from under my body, kneeling beside me on the bed as his brother continues to thrust into me. With one hand he takes a handful of my hair, gripping it hard so he can turn my face to where he’s using his other hand to pull his cock from the confines of his pants. He doesn’t have all the piercings Cain has, but he still has one, right through the head currently glistening with precum.
