EroticReverie

Tyson

I take Peach out to lunch, just me and her and I listen to her talk about all the things I've missed being out of town for a few days. She tells me how good I did at the game I was away for, even though I know the little thing has no idea whether or not I truly did good. I could sit on the bench the entire time and she'd tell me how well I sat there, and how proud she was of me and Dane. She was the cutest fucking thing, the way she animatedly talked about a shot I'd made and how hot it was , and that she loves the tough look I have on my face when I play, and the way I smile after each shot I make.  

"Baby, you're so fucking cute" I tell her and she pauses mid sentence and scrunches her nose as I lean over the table and place a kiss on her mouth and then sit back in my seat and just look at her as she blushes. It was adorable how she sometimes got shy , not even noticing the way we all fucking adored her every fucking second. 

"Is that you're way of telling me to shut up?" she asks and I raise my brow.

"Baby, i'd listen to you talk non stop till the day I die, you know how much I love listening to you talk." I tell her, because I couldnt ever get enough of her. 

She gives me a little smile. "I think you just say that cause you're not here all the time, i'm sure if you were here everyday you'd get sick of me talking your ear off." she says.

I shake my head. "Not true. Your little motor mouth is fuckin adorable." 

She gives a fake gasp. "Did you just call me a motor mouth Tyson?" 

I smile at her with a nod. 

"Rude." she says and picks up her water and takes a sip and then lets out a sigh as I laugh and she gives me a little kick under the table as she fights back her little smile. 

"You'll be apologizing for that later." she says making me laugh a bit more.

"I'll apologize to you all fuckin night Peach, you know Daddy never gets tired of showing you how much he loves you." I say with a grin as she perks up at me calling myself Daddy, but looks around to make sure nobody hears us and blushes a little. 

I lick my lips and her eyes go right to my mouth and I watch her squirm in her seat. 

"I love your mouth." she whimpers. I smile and her eyes lift to mine. 

"Jesus." she says shaking her head. "I feel like a fucking cat in heat today." she says and I laugh and slip my credit card into the black receipt book and push it to the edge of the table for the waitress to collect, which she does promptly and then brings it back telling us thank you for dining and telling us to take our time and looking more at Peach than at me. Which, I know Peach will insist I throw her an extra tip for. Because she liked when other women were respectful and didn't "make eyes" at me. She was a jealous little thing, and knew she had no reason to be, but we all secretly adored how possesive she was over every single one of us. How her little claws could come out so easily if another female rubbed her the wrong way. 

A table stops me for an autograph, a younger boy looking up at me like I imagine he looks at Santa. I stop and talk to the younger boy for a few minutes, signing his shirt he's wearing of my team. I tell his parents about the camp, and give them the email for the camp , and tell them next year when it opens to write an email and I'll save a spot for him if they want it. 

Peach stands by smiling, watching the interaction with sparkling eyes. She takes my hands and slips up to my side as we walk out the restaurant. 

"You're so good with kids." she says and I smile as walk down the sidewalk, eyes always on us. Either because i'm tall as fuck, or because Peach is a fucking angel and hot as hell. 

"I just remember how i idolized players when I was little, and what it would have meant to me to meet them. So they'll always get my time." I say and she hugs herself to myside tighter. 

That's one thing none of us spoke about. Kids. We all wanted them. At some point. The problem was, we all wanted them...with her. There wasn't anyone else we'd want to fucking make a baby with. We'd talked about it a few months ago, me and the rest of the guys. How none of us wanted to put that kind of pressure on her, how none of us were fully ready anyways, and were still enjoying the dynamic we had. With just us six. What would even happen, and how would it work? She just comes of birth control and we all hope the best fucking sperm wins and then do a dna test when it's born?  We were all crazy happy with our current arrangement, and throwing in wanting to have kids, was bound to disrupt things. We knew Peach wanted kids at some point too. But again, none of us ever really brought it up in a serious discussion, or even wanted to think about how it would all work. Do we fucking draw straws for who gets to put a baby in her first? Does we force her to make a choice? Cause she wouldnt, we know she would never choose between any of us, and we would never make her. But eventually at some point, it would have to be a discussion we all had. 

I take Peach into a few stores, spoiling her. She's long since stopped trying to get any of us from spoiling her. We refused to let Peach work. OR maybe not refused, but she did enough by just fucking loving five fucking men at once. We WANTED to take care of her. She was the fucking glue in our lives. If she really wanted to work, we'd of course let her. But Dane and I already gave her a bank account under her full control, the girl had millions in it. She was set for life if she ever decided to leave us, or if we decided to leave her. That was the reason we set the money aside for her. When she made the arguement that if for some reason all five of us wanted nothing to do with her, she'd be on her ass with not a dime to her name. It was crazy talk and she fucking knew it, but we'd put her mind at ease they very next day. We transferred more than enough into her account, that she didnt have to fucking touch, because we were still going to fucking take care of her. But she had full access, and was the only one with access to the money. It was us showing her that we were so sure that we werent going anywhere, or leaving her, and also us trusting her not to take the fortune and run. We all knew she wasn't going anywhere, we all knew that the six of us were going to spend the rest of our lives living together. 

There was never talk of how down the road things might change, that we might tire of sharing the same woman, because we all fucking knew. We were in this a hundred and ten percent. That not a single one of us was going to give peach some shitty ultimatum. That she was able to keep the five of us so stupid fucking happy that we didn't forsee ever ending this less than "normal" relationship. For us, it was normal. We were a family. None of us a gave a single fuck about what anyone thought of it. The media was only just starting to pickup on the fact that Peach may be more than "family" to me and Dane. They had a field day with trying to start a rumor mill about Peach a few months back. Trying to pin the "pastel hair colored vixen" as a two timer. Me and Dane each made statements on Twitter that Peach was living with both of us, and was not at all what the media had portrayed her as. That we had an "open" relationship. Even though that wasnt the case. It was very much closed. But they didnt need to know more than that. The only reason we explained anything anyways is cause one of us was bound to punch a reporter the next time they tried to paint her as some gold digger, or basketball groupie that was two timing two "Brothers". The world knew my and Dane's stories, how we'd come from fucking together in the foster care system. So everyone considered us brothers, cause that's how we grew up. That's how we succeeded. As brothers. 

My agent and manager were currently trying to get me and Dane to agree to telling the story of not just us, but of the rest of the family. They wanted us to tell our stories along with the rest of them, how America would love the story of six foster kids from poverty finding each other, and us sharing our success with them. The others said they didnt really care, and it was up to me and Dane, but I liked keeping our lives out the light as much as possible. I just wanted to play ball, and be with Peach. That was it. Nothing else mattered. 

Back at home , I carry the bags up to her room and she pulls me in further and towards her bed giving me a little michievous smile. 

"I think it's time to apologize to me for calling me a motor mouth" she says , and makes me laugh, cause i'd completely forgot. 

"Whatever you want baby girl" I say and grab my shirt and lift it off as her eyes fall down over my bare chest as I toss the shirt. I'd never get sick of the way she looked at me, fucking it made me feel so fucking powerful when she looked at me like that, like I was more than fucking someone special, but she made me feel like I was everything to her everytime she looked at me. 

"you're so fucking handsome" she says and places her hands on my skin and I watch her white fingertips graze my skin, and place my hand over hers on my chest and she looks up at me. 

"How did I get so lucky?" she asks softly. I smile and shake my head. 

"We're the lucky ones" I say as I lean down, grabbing her face in my hands and pressing my lips to hers, and I smile at the soft moan of her mouth against mine and then grab her shirt and lift it slowly and she raises her arms, letting me undress her. I smile at the peach colored bra that matches her hair. 

"Fucking sexy girl" I say and hold her at her torso on the sides and let my thumbs slip up over the front of her bra and over her nipples beneath and she breathes a bit quicker. 

"Let's get these pants off you" I say with a grin and she nods and then lets out a little yelp as I grab the waist of her jeans and yank her closer , making her stumble into me and I work the button undone along with the zipper, leaning down, kissing her again as she shoves her pants off her hips. 

"Leave your panties on" I groan and she pants into my mouth , her hands adjust her panties as I lean down, kissing over her breasts as I push her jeans down, and kiss her stomach and then push her back gently to sit on the bed as I peel off her socks and then her jeans and smile as I push her legs open, and she spread them for me as I kneel at the side of the bed. 

"My sexy fucking baby girl, with your sexy little panties" I say as I finger the matching peach lace panties, running my fingertip under them and down the inside of them letting the back of my finger graze her soft pussy lip and then slide my finger back up the inside of her panties and through to the other side, grabbing the lace and pulling it taught, to watch it slip between her lips, showing the sides of her soft pussy as I lean forward and drag my tongue up along the lace as she watches me. 

"oh my god" she breathes. "Dont tease me, please dont tease me" she whines and I smile. 

"You know I cant do that." I whisper against her panties, placing my lips on the fabric where I know her throbbing aching needy little clit is and she whimpers. 

"You know I love making this little pussy need Daddy so bad that it hurts" I say and drag my tongue over her panties again.

"my god" she whines and her head goes back and she lays back and whines, and squirms as I kiss over her panties and then the insides of her thighs, grinning myself as she takes quick breathes and lets out frustrated little whimpers. 

"do you know how much I miss this pretty pussy when I'm gone Peach?" I ask and she whimpers.

"As much as I miss that tongue and your cock" she says and I smile and she lifts her head. 

"Apology accepted, just fuck me" she says and I laugh and lick my lips and shake my head. 

"Not quite yet baby girl, you don't need it bad enough yet" I say and she scowls. 

"I assure you, i need it quite fucking bad." she says and I laugh a little and then kiss her thigh.

"Let me hear how bad you need it baby girl" I say and kiss up her inner thigh and gently bite her skin and she hisses. 

"Let me hear how much you want this dick in your sexy fucking pussy"