Free Bound And Sold: Sex Slave Auction 1 by Bree Bellucci Page A

because they were too young and too fond of
their group to mess everything up with dating. So, they continued on as fuck
buddies for most of their young lives and loved every single minute of it.
    “Who’s got the rum?” Grayson said, his words getting whisked
away on the wind the moment they left his mouth.
    Charlie produced a bottle from the pocket of his coat.
“Sorry, I’ve been hoarding it,” he said.
    Grayson snatched the bottle away and took a long pull. Like
a man dying of thirst in the desert, that’s how Grayson always was around
booze. Vacations were the only times he ever got to goof around, what with his
scholarship, and he was always the one to live it up the most. Pausing in his
chugging for a moment, he wrapped his parka-clad arms around Anna and pulled
her tightly against him. She squealed in not-too-authentic alarm, batting him
with her gloves.
    “You’re nothing but a big oaf, Grayson,” she chided, “You
know that?”
    “Well, I guess that makes you nothing but a little shrimp!”
he laughed, giving her an affectionate noogie. Grayson and Anna had a funny way
of switching back and forth between brother-and-sister antics and sex-buddy
shenanigans. Addison smiled at them, shaking her head.
    “You two are quite something,” she said, “Think you’ll ever
grow up?”
    “Why should we?” Anna said, “Growing up just means getting
lame and frumpy. Like you, Addison!”
    “Hey!” Addison pouted, “I am not frumpy!”
    “Not yet,” Grayson said, “But if you keep talking about
growing up and horrible things like that...I don’t know. You might be in
danger.”
    “Charlie,” Addison implored, “Tell them that I’m not a
frumpy lame-o!”
    Charlie pretended to appraise Addison, sending Anna and
Grayson into giggling fits. “Well,” Charlie began slowly, “I do percieve that
you’re wearing mittens that you knitted yourself...You may be well on your way
to frumpy, my dear.”
    “Piss off!” Addison cried, batting Charlie playfully on the
arm, “And don’t think you’re getting any from me tonight. Why would you want to
fuck a frumpy mess, anyway?”
    “Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with frumpy!”
Charlie said quickly, “I like frumpy! It’s comfortable. Like an old couch.”
    “You’re not winning yourself any points,” Addison warned,
turning up her nose. She felt Charlie’s hand on her inner thigh. He leaned in
close and rested his lips against her cold ear.
    “Let me make it up to you then,” he said, running his hand
along the shapely expanse of her thigh. “Let me show you what I really think of
you.”
    Addison grinned. They’d clearly all moved on to the latter
part of the evening, which meant that things would be heating up quickly from
there. Some people found their four-way friendship to be strange, the fact that
they were so comfortable around each other struck some people as odd. But the
four of them never worried about it, they just enjoyed their friends’ company
and had as good a time as possible. That was why they all got along so well. No
one was worried about propriety or what was the “right” thing to do. They just
did what they wanted.
    Charlie’s hand moved ever closed toward Addison’s crotch.
Even through her thick blue jeans, his touch sent shivers of anticipation
through her eager body. There was something about Charlie’s boyish charm that
had excited her from the first time they’d met. He’d been goofing around before
homeroom on their first day of high school, having shown up in what were
clearly pajamas. He was a clown with a heart of gold, and he meant the world to
Addison. Luckily for her, the feeling was mutual. They weren’t exclusive in
body, but they were in heart.
    The gentle pressure of Charlie’s gloved hand against
Addison’s shrouded pussy made her groan with anticipation. He rubbed her slowly
through the layers of her clothing, and the friction was absolutely delicious.
After so many years, Charlie and