Backstage Dance 3
Andi begins his special dance with the deer with a makeout session.
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Brianna chuckles, reaching up to place her hands upon his waist. Andi slips away from her grasp, stepping around the deer, brushing fingers over her shoulders and down her back. “But don't you be hasty," he coos, leaning in, his hot breath pressing against her ear. “After all, there's so much I want to do with both of you." His last whispered word, spoken loud enough so all in the room could hear, is accompanied by a glance back toward Michelle.
Michelle clasps her purse close to her chest, hoping it will hide her rapid heartbeat, but aside from that, she's staring at the display of the femboy before her. He giggles, moving his hands down to Brianna's sides and sliding up behind her, pressing his hips against her rear and then sliding his hands up her sides, around to her tummy, and then upward, over her tube top, and letting his palms rest on her breasts for a moment.
Brianna coos, closing her eyes and pushing her chest against him to feel more of that brushing pressure. However, as soon as she does, he pulls away, spinning around and turning back toward Michille. He steps with one foot in front of the other, walking toward and past her.
Michelle squeaks as he walks by, ready for a touch like he did to her sister, but no such touch comes. Instead, he picks up a folding chair set up on the wall and unfolds the plastic thing, setting it behind Michelle.
Then, the touch comes, hands pressed to her shoulders, pushing her down, getting her right on the chair. He spins and then stands in front of her, hands moving up over his body and head, weaving through his hair and lifting up high. All the while, he performs a sensuous dance, swirling and swaying and undulating before her.
Michelle grips on the sides of her seat, biting her lip. Her purse is placed firmly upon her lap.
Andi moves his hands down over his cheeks, pinky catching his lip, staring down at the deer sitting on the seat. He lifts a leg, grabs the purse with his sock-clad toes, and tosses the thing aside, leaving it flopping to the floor. He places his foot on her thigh, leaning in, smirking widely at her. “Sorry, birthday girl, but you're getting yourself a prize. A special dance, if you want it."
Michelle glances at Brianna, who folds her arms over her chest and huffs, tapping her hoof. Michelle then glances back to Andi, gulping. “You left Brianna hanging."
“The birthday girl wants me to take care of her sister first?" He asks, gripping her thigh.
“Ah… well," she brings her knees together, biting her lip, rolling her shoulders. “I suppose you could show me what you were planning on doing first."
Brianna can't help but smile just a little bit before she huffs and plops on the couch. “You're right. It is your special day. I don't wanna hog it for you."
Michelle leans over, looking around Andi, furrowing her brows. “Are you… going to stay here?"
“You want me to leave?" asks Brianna.
Andi slips his leg away, rolling his body, his hand moving up over his form and spinning around. “Oh, what's a little lap dance between friends?" He asks, bending forward, his prodigious ass sticking out to her, dipping down, just barely not touching her.
She shifts, taking a deep breath, lessening the tightness in which she squeezes her knees together. She watches his dance and lets the visuals stimulate her deep inside her brain.
Brianna sits back and watches, lounging on the couch, sighing as she sees the scene before her. Her hand dangles languidly over the arm, fingers flicking at each other. She shifts, turning away from the sight.
“Ooh, someone's jealous," teases Andi, continuing his slow, methodical rolling of those hips and that ass.
Brianna glowers at Andi, arms folded over her chest. “Maybe. You did promise we'd fuck."
He stands up, spins around, and, leaning in, kisses Michelle's forehead. “And we will. If the Birthday Girl is okay with that."
Michelle gasps, pushing back so hard the chair scoots with a loud screech. “You want my permission," She begins. “To have sex with my sister?"
“It is your birthday," he reminds her, wrapping one arm around his chest, resting his elbow in his hand, and tapping his cheek. “You get to decide."
Michelle grasps her face, hiding her eyes behind her palms. She shakes, her heart thumping, her breath quickening.
“It's okay to say 'no,' dear," says the femboy, swaying this way. “I know this could be a bit strange.
“Go ahead!" Michelle yips a muffled voice through her palms. She then pulls her face free, staring toward Brianna. “You're the party girl… You enjoy yourself. This is too much for me.
Brianna smirks, nodding. “Sounds good to me. Looking forward to seeing what you got, Andi."
“Same here," says the Otter, slipping onto the couch beside her and placing a hand upon Brianna's thigh. “But as freaky as we could get, we're not the one watching, are we?"
Michelle's face burned so hot, she was beginning to sweat. And more warmth grew between her legs, her lips twitching, her eyes not leaving the two. Waiting.
Watching.
Andi takes the lead, leaning in close and touching Brianna's lips. It's a smooth transition into smacking lips together and squeezing her thigh.
Brianna sighs through her nose, her legs spreading, allowing him more access to her sensitive regions. He focuses on her mouth, pressing their lips together and then parting his lips gently so that his dainty tongue can roll out and press against it.
She opens her mouth, accepting him, her tongue escaping and licking against his, ushering him inside.
With his own humming sigh, he slips inside her, the two of them embracing one another with their warm and wet muscles. But as their tongues dance, he scoots to sits on his knees, placing one hand upon her shoulder while the other slides up between her legs, pressing at her underwear, swirling around the spot between that gets wetter by the moment. But he doesn't linger there long; instead, he slides his hand upward while the other moves downward, fingers finding their way to the edges of her tube top. He hooks his hands into it and lifts it up, all while giving her more and more kisses, exposing her breasts to the air.