APOLLO'S SECOND VISIT TO HONEYWELL MANSION (ALONE) EROTIC NARRATIVE

APOLLO'S

SECOND VISIT

TO HONEYWELL MANSION

(ALONE)

Written

By

Ara Fig

MMXXVI

 The morning sun beat down heavily over the sprawling stone terrace behind the Honeywell Mansion, casting long, sharp shadows across the poolside patio. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, chlorine, and the faint, sweet trace of citrus that clung to the late-summer heat. Robbie Apollo stood at the edge of the water, a solitary dark figure against the bleached travertine. He wore a crisp, tailored black suit vest over a fitted black dress shirt, the fabric stretched taut across his shoulders and chest. Slacks cut sharp against his legs, polished leather dress shoes planted firmly on the warm stone. His dark hair was combed back smoothly, catching the bright California light in a clean, severe line.

Claire stepped out onto the pool deck in a simple white swimsuit that clung to the soft curves of her body, the thin material already damp from an earlier dip. Her long blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, strands sticking lightly to the skin at the nape of her neck. Bare feet made soft, damp sounds on the heated stone as she caught sight of him standing alone by the patio edge.

“APOLLO?—Why are you here?” she asked, stopping in her tracks, her breath catching slightly in her throat.

Robbie turned slowly. His dark eyes fixed on her with quiet, deliberate intensity, the kind that always made the air between them feel heavier. “Why do you think?”

A faint, knowing smile played at the edges of Claire’s lips. She took a slow step closer, closing the distance. “Why—You missed me?”

He didn’t answer at once. His gaze tracked the sway of her hips, the way the white swimsuit rode high on her thighs, the soft press of her breasts against the thin fabric. Claire glanced past his shoulder toward the gated driveway and noticed the quiet absence of a second vehicle.

“You came Alone—Without Alle?!”

“She’s not her brother’s keeper,” Robbie replied, voice low and steady.

Claire let out a small, quiet breath. Her eyes softened. She reached out and rested her hand against the dark fabric of his vest, feeling the solid heat of him beneath. “I See—Will you stay?”

“I can.”

“GOOD. YOU WILL THEN!” Her tone shifted into something playful yet insistent.

Without giving him a moment to pull back, Claire leaned in, wrapping her arms firmly around his neck.

She pulled him down into a deep, lingering kiss, pressing the full length of her body against his dark suit. Her lips parted against his, soft and hungry. As they kissed, her hand slid down from his shoulder, trailing along the front of his fitted black slacks. Her fingers found the firm bulge straining against the tight fabric and pressed deliberately, groping the hard length of him through the cloth. Robbie let out a low, breathy hum against her mouth. His hands settled onto her waist, fingers digging lightly into the soft flesh just above the curve of her hips, holding her steady as she rubbed him through his trousers.

The heavy glass doors leading out from the main house slid open with a sharp, rattling scrape.

Devin Honeywell stepped onto the upper terrace, blonde hair swept up into a voluminous bun, wearing a plunging white swimsuit that left almost nothing to the imagination. The deep V of the neckline framed the full swell of her breasts; the high-cut bottoms rode up the firm cheeks of her ass. She balanced a heavy silver tray laden with a tall crystal pitcher of late-morning screwdrivers and three condensation-beaded glasses.

Her eyes landed instantly on the pair locked in an embrace at the edge of the pool. The tray wobbled slightly in her grip. Her jaw tightened for half a second—then relaxed into something sharper, more interested.

“APOLLO!—WHERE’S ALLE?!” Devin called out, voice cutting across the quiet afternoon.

She set the heavy silver tray down on the wrought-iron patio table with a resonant clink, ice rattling against glass. Straightening, she smoothed the front of her plunging swimsuit, eyes tracking Robbie with a sharp, calculating gaze.

Claire didn’t immediately let go. She kept one hand rested against his hip, leaning slightly into his side as she looked up toward the terrace.

“It’s Apollo,” Claire said, voice smooth and entirely unbothered. She offered a subtle, cat-like grin. “He came alone—To see us/me.”

Devin’s gaze flicked from Robbie’s dark suit to Claire’s relaxed stance, taking in the way Claire’s fingers still rested near the obvious ridge in his trousers. A faint, knowing smile replaced the initial shock.

“I See that, Sister,” Devin replied, tone shifting into a smooth, welcoming cadence. She glanced over the tray, eyeing the two already-poured glasses. “Allow me to fetch a third glass of rum for your guest!”

“Make it a double, Honeywell,” Robbie called back, voice low and cool. His hand slid down Claire’s lower back, pulling her just a fraction closer against him so she could feel the hard press of his cock against her hip.

“Oh, don’t worry, Apollo,” Devin murmured over her shoulder as she turned back toward the shade of the house. “I know exactly how you like it.”

With a soft click of the glass doors, Devin vanished inside.

Claire looked up at Robbie, fingers trailing slowly up the front of his black vest again, waiting for the quiet interval. The sun was hot on their skin. The pool water lapped gently against the stone. She could still feel the thick shape of him against her through the fabric of his slacks, and the knowledge that Devin would return any moment only made the heat between her legs sharper.

Robbie’s hand moved lower, cupping the soft curve of Claire’s ass through the thin white swimsuit. He squeezed once, deliberate, then let his fingers slip beneath the high-cut leg of the bottoms, brushing the bare skin of her outer thigh. Claire’s breath hitched. She pressed closer, rolling her hips against the hard ridge in his trousers, grinding the soft heat of her cunt against him through the thin barrier of her swimsuit.

“She’s going to walk back out here any second,” Claire whispered against his mouth, but she didn’t stop moving. Her hand returned to the front of his slacks, fingers tracing the outline of his cock from root to tip, feeling how thick and heavy he already was.

“Then let her,” Robbie murmured.

The glass doors slid open again sooner than expected. Devin stepped back out carrying a single cut-crystal tumbler filled nearly to the brim with dark amber liquid—double the measure, no ice. She set it on the tray without comment, then walked down the low steps to the pool deck, bare feet silent on the warm stone. The plunging neckline of her swimsuit shifted with every step, the soft weight of her breasts swaying slightly.

She stopped a few feet away, eyes moving slowly over the way Claire was still pressed against Robbie, the way his hand remained beneath the leg of her swimsuit.

“Well,” Devin said, voice low and amused. “Looks like you two started without me.”

* * *

The afternoon light had shifted, the sun lower now but still hot enough to keep the stone patio warm underfoot. Robbie sat back against the lounge, black vest open, dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Claire knelt between his spread thighs, long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she freed his cock from the open black trousers. The thin white swimsuit still clung to her body; the small but clear bulge at the front had grown harder, the fabric stretched tight over her own cock.

Devin stayed a few feet away on the neighboring lounge, knees drawn up, one hand already slipped between her thighs. She had peeled her plunging white swimsuit bottoms down just far enough to give herself room. Her fingers moved slowly over her own wet folds while her eyes stayed locked on the pair in front of her.

Claire leaned in and took Robbie into her mouth without hesitation. Warm, wet heat closed around the thick head of his cock. She sank down slowly, tongue working along the underside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Robbie’s hand settled in her long blonde hair, guiding her gently but firmly. The soft, wet sounds of her sucking carried clearly across the quiet patio.

Devin’s fingers circled her clit in matching rhythm, her breathing already a little uneven as she watched Claire’s lips stretch around Robbie’s shaft.

Claire pulled off with a soft, wet pop and looked up at him. Her own cock strained against the front of her swimsuit. Robbie reached down, hooked his fingers into the high-cut leg of the white fabric, and peeled it down until Claire’s cock sprang free—slender, flushed, already dripping at the tip. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked once, firm and slow, while Claire moaned and pushed into his grip.

Devin’s free hand slid up to cup one of her own breasts through the deep plunging neckline of her swimsuit, pinching the nipple hard enough to make herself gasp. Her other hand never stopped moving between her legs.

Robbie pulled Claire up onto the lounge so she straddled his lap, facing him. Their cocks pressed together between their bodies—his thick and heavy, hers longer and more slender—both slick and hot. Claire rolled her hips, rubbing their shafts against each other while she kissed him deeply. Robbie’s hands gripped her bare ass, spreading her open as he thrust up against her.

Devin’s fingers pushed inside herself, two at first, then three, fucking slowly in and out while she watched the two of them grind. The wet sound of her own hand was quieter than the friction of Claire and Robbie’s cocks sliding together, but still audible in the still afternoon air.

Claire reached down, took both of their cocks in one hand, and stroked them as one. The heads bumped and rubbed with every pass of her fist. Robbie’s mouth found her neck, then her collarbone, then the soft swell of her small cleavage above the white swimsuit top that still hung loosely around her chest. Claire’s head tipped back, long blonde hair cascading down her back as she worked their joined lengths harder.

Devin’s thighs trembled. She was close already, eyes dark and fixed on the way Claire’s hand moved over both cocks, the way Robbie’s hips rolled up to meet every stroke.

Robbie shifted, guiding Claire onto her back on the wide lounge. He knelt between her spread thighs, pushed her white swimsuit the rest of the way down her legs, and tossed it aside. Claire’s cock lay hard against her stomach. Robbie leaned down and took it into his mouth without warning—hot, wet suction closing around the head and sliding lower. Claire cried out, hips lifting off the cushion. Robbie sucked her in long, steady pulls, one hand stroking the base while the other reached lower to cup and roll her balls.

Devin’s fingers moved faster. She bit her lower lip hard, watching Robbie’s dark head bob between Claire’s thighs, watching Claire’s slender cock disappear between his lips again and again.

When Robbie finally pulled off, Claire was panting, the head of her cock shiny with saliva and her own precome. He pushed her knees higher, lined himself up, and sank into her in one smooth, deep thrust. Claire’s cunt—tight, slick, and already fluttering—took every thick inch of him. The stretch made her moan long and low. Robbie stayed buried for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to fuck her in steady, powerful strokes.

Claire’s cock bounced against her stomach with every thrust. Robbie wrapped a hand around it and stroked her in time with his hips, thumbing the wet head on every upstroke. Claire’s hands gripped the edges of the lounge, long blonde hair spread out beneath her, bare feet braced against the cushion as she pushed back to meet him.

Devin’s eyes never left them. She fucked herself harder now, three fingers buried deep, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit. Soft, broken sounds escaped her throat as she watched Robbie’s cock disappear into Claire again and again, watched Claire’s own cock leak steadily over Robbie’s fist.

Robbie leaned down and kissed Claire hard while he fucked her, their mouths open and hungry. Claire’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air, mixed with Claire’s rising moans and the quieter, desperate sounds of Devin’s hand working between her own thighs.

Claire came first. Her cock pulsed hard in Robbie’s grip, thick ropes of come striping her own stomach and chest while her cunt clenched rhythmically around him. The sudden tightness pulled Robbie over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, rough groan, flooding her in heavy pulses while he kept stroking her through the last aftershocks.

Devin’s orgasm hit a few seconds later. She watched Robbie’s cock still buried inside Claire, watched the mess of come on Claire’s stomach, and came hard around her own fingers with a muffled cry, thighs shaking, head tipping back against the lounge cushion.

For a long moment the only sounds were their breathing and the soft lap of the pool against the stone. Robbie stayed inside Claire, still half-hard, lazily stroking the last drops from her cock. Claire’s hands slid up his back beneath the open black vest, holding him close.

Devin slowly withdrew her shiny fingers from between her legs and brought them to her mouth, tasting herself while her eyes stayed on the two of them. She didn’t speak. She only watched, already beginning to touch herself again—slower this time, softer—as Robbie finally pulled out of Claire and the thick mix of their come followed, dripping down onto the lounge.

Claire reached for him, pulling him down into another deep kiss. Robbie’s hand found her cock again, already beginning to thicken under his touch.

Devin’s fingers circled her clit once more, eyes dark and hungry, content for now to watch.

* * *

The afternoon heat lingered heavy over the poolside patio as Robbie shifted back against the cushions, letting out a slow, satisfied breath. The open black vest and unbuttoned dress shirt clung slightly to his skin where a light sheen of sweat had formed, the contrast stark against the bright, bleached stone of the Honeywell terrace.

Claire rested her head against his shoulder, her long blonde hair tangled and damp, a delicate trail of mixed come still gleaming across her stomach. With a soft, lazy smile, she reached up, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down to lightly graze his chest.

A few feet away, Devin shifted on the neighboring lounge, her breath evening out after the intense wave that had just rolled through her. Her fingers brushed against her own thigh, slick and warm, before she pulled them away and let her hand rest lazily against the white fabric of her bunched swimsuit bottoms. The low hum of the pool filter and the distant rustle of the surrounding citrus trees filled the brief, quiet lull in the air.

“You really know how to make an entrance, Apollo,” Devin murmured, her voice smooth and carrying a low, teasing cadence as she propped herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes flicking over the two of them.

Robbie offered a faint, knowing smirk, his hand remaining loosely wrapped around the base of Claire’s still-sensitive cock as it began to stiffen once more against her abdomen. “I didn’t come all this way just to sit around and drink.”

Claire laughed softly, a low, melodic sound, and twisted around to straddle his lap again, leaning in close so her breath brushed against his ear. The movement caused her long blonde hair to cascade over his shoulders, framing them both in a tangled curtain of gold and dark fabric.

“Good,” Claire whispered, her hand dropping back down to find Devin’s gaze across the short expanse of stone. “Because we’re nowhere near finished yet.”

Devin’s smile widened, her fingers sliding back between her thighs with a slow, deliberate pressure as she watched Claire shift her hips against Robbie’s lap, igniting the heat all over again under the baking New Jersey sun.

Claire rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle, pressing the length of her cock against the thickening ridge of Robbie’s. The two shafts slid together, slick from earlier release and the fresh heat rising between them. Robbie’s hands settled on the soft curves of her bare ass, fingers digging in as he guided the motion, letting her cock drag along the underside of his with every pass.

Devin’s eyes stayed locked on them. Two fingers slipped between her folds again, parting the already-swollen, shiny lips. She stroked herself in the same unhurried rhythm Claire used against Robbie, the soft wet sound of her own hand rising just enough to be heard over the quiet lap of the pool.

Claire reached down between their bodies and wrapped both of their cocks in one hand, squeezing them tightly together. The contrast of her slender length against Robbie’s thicker, heavier shaft made the friction intense. She stroked them in long, firm pulls, thumbing over both heads on every upstroke, spreading the clear beads of precome that had already begun to gather again.

Robbie’s breath roughened. He leaned in and caught Claire’s mouth in a deep, open kiss, tongues sliding together while she continued to work their joined cocks. Claire’s free hand braced against his chest, fingers splayed over the open black shirt, feeling the steady hammer of his heart beneath the fabric.

Devin’s thighs parted wider on her lounge. She pushed a third finger inside herself, curling them upward while the heel of her palm ground steadily against her clit. Her gaze never left the way Claire’s fist moved, the way Robbie’s hips lifted to meet every stroke, the way Claire’s long blonde hair swayed with each roll of her body.

Claire broke the kiss only long enough to whisper against Robbie’s lips, “Watch her.”

Robbie’s dark eyes flicked sideways. Devin’s face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with concentration as she fucked herself with slow, deep strokes of her fingers. The plunging neckline of her white swimsuit had shifted, one full breast nearly spilling free. She made no effort to hide anything—she wanted them to see.

Robbie’s hand left Claire’s ass just long enough to reach down and adjust their cocks so the heads rubbed more directly against each other. Claire’s grip tightened. She stroked faster now, the wet sound of their shafts sliding through her fist growing louder. Precome dripped steadily from both of them onto Robbie’s open trousers and the cushion beneath.

Devin’s breathing turned sharp and uneven. She matched Claire’s pace without realizing it, fingers plunging deeper, the wet click of her hand against her own cunt mixing with the soft grunts from the other lounge.

Claire shifted higher on Robbie’s lap, angling herself so the head of her cock pressed against the sensitive underside of his just below the crown. She stroked them together in short, tight circles, the friction precise and relentless. Robbie’s hands returned to her hips, holding her steady while his own cock throbbed hard against hers.

“Fuck—Claire—” he muttered against her mouth.

She answered by kissing him harder, teeth grazing his lower lip, while her fist kept working both of them without pause. The dual pressure, the heat of her body, the knowledge that Devin was watching every second and touching herself to the sight of it—it all stacked quickly.

Devin’s free hand clutched the edge of her lounge. Her fingers inside herself moved faster, the wet sounds growing more frantic. She was close again, thighs trembling, eyes locked on the exact place where Claire’s hand squeezed and stroked the two cocks together.

Claire felt Robbie’s cock pulse hard against her own. She tightened her grip and stroked them both through it. Robbie came first with a low, guttural sound, thick ropes of come striping up Claire’s stomach and coating her fist and both their shafts. The sudden heat and slickness pushed Claire over a second later. Her cock jerked in her own hand, pulsing hard as she spilled across Robbie’s abdomen and the open black shirt, adding to the mess already there.

Devin’s orgasm hit the moment she saw them both finish. Her back arched off the lounge, a sharp, broken moan tearing from her throat as her cunt clenched hard around her fingers. She kept rubbing through it, eyes never leaving the two of them, until the last waves finally eased and she sagged back against the cushions, breathing hard, fingers still buried inside herself.

Claire collapsed forward against Robbie’s chest, both of them sticky and panting, their cocks still pressed together in the loose circle of her come-slicked hand. Robbie’s arms wrapped around her, one hand sliding up into her long blonde hair, the other resting low on the small of her back.

Across the short stretch of stone, Devin slowly withdrew her shiny fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting herself while she watched Claire and Robbie catch their breath. Her dark eyes were still hungry.

Claire lifted her head just enough to meet Devin’s gaze, a slow, satisfied smile curving her lips. She gave both of their cocks one last lazy stroke, already feeling them begin to thicken again under the lingering heat of the afternoon sun.

Devin’s hand drifted back between her thighs without a word.