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Wow.

Goten curled his hand in her blue hair, felt the slick sweat against his palm and pulled her head up, watched her mouth fall open, heard the moan and kissed her as she murmured. Kissed her, felt her hand against his shoulder, on the top part of his back, her perfect nails in his skin. Pressed his palm harder against her breast and she arched against him against. Then rolled her hips, whined, pulled her mouth away and looked down between her legs where his brother's head was.

"Go--Gohan--!"

His brother looked up, licked his lips, and smirked at her. "Bu-Bulma!" Crawled up her body, hands against the bed, taller than Goten with broader shoulders and he took her mouth, kissed her indecently and her legs were spread around him, both her hands on him, tangling in his hair and scratching his shoulders. He moved down, kissed her neck and her collarbone, down to the blushing tops of her breasts and then looked at him. Reached out, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over. Larger hand in Goten's hair and their mouths slid together.

Bulma gasped.

Gohan pulled away first and looked at her. Then at Goten. Silent communication there, asking him how they were going to do this exactly. Like he had any freaking clue how they were going to do it.

"You first," Gohan said.

Right, make him go first. He looked at Bulma and she seemed to like this idea well enough, reaching out to touch him and pull him against her. Grinning at him when he gave her a shaky smile. "Don't be so nervous, kid." Right. Her calling him kid was just the way to make him unnervous about this. He kissed her because if she said anything else he was going to start thinking about the fact that she had been sort of like his second mother and it was more than a little pervy that he was laying against her with the full intention to have sex.

But this was Bulma. This was the woman who was firm and perfect and lush and round and his hand was going down over her waist, her flat tight stomach and he felt her round, hot breasts rubbing against his chest as she moved her tongue against his, felt her velvety soft thighs around his hips, her wet heat right there under him.

Her smell. Her taste. Her breathless pants.

"Come on, Goten." Gohan moved behind him, slipped his hand around him, fingers against his erection (oh no, that wasn't weird) and the other hand against Goten's hips, pushing down and into Bulma. Then his brother moved to the side again. Smirked at him (Gohan was such a closet pervert.)

"Goten," Bulma groaned.

"Yeah, Goten," Gohan said.

Her hands were on his ass, fingernails digging into his skin as she pressed him deeper, hissed out between her teeth. He moved, slow, felt her moistness, the slickness as her body responded to him and her hands dragged up his back, curled around his neck, one hand with fingers in his black hair. He kissed her chest, sucked the sweat off her skin as he moved his hips. Rocking. Slow, calm, building up the depth of how he wanted her. Letting her noises fill his head.

"Bulma," Gohan murmured. "Tell him to fuck you."

She groaned.

"He can do it. Tell him to."

Goten looked up, saw Gohan whispering his filthy little words in her ear and Bulma turned her head, kissed him then and tightened her thighs--perfect thighs--around Goten. He moved faster. Let his hands go down her body, over all her creamy soft skin, curl around her hips, against her ass, lifted her up off the bed a little and moved. Deep, hard, filling her as much as he could. Biting his lip and feeling the end spiralling out of his control--yeah, embarrassing that it took so little but this was pretty new to him so it wasn't that bad--she was gasping at his movements and he shuddered so hard that Gohan had to grab him and hold him still. Filled her with his release and she whimpered.

Goten opened his eyes, pulled back. "Finish her," he said to his brother.

"Oh...I will," Gohan murmured.

Of course he would. This was Gohan. Closet hedonist. Pushed to the edge of his ability to hold back by the nice show. Sure, Gohan could be a perfectly rational, intelligent, calm guy. He was the great Saiyaman and all that bullshit--but then there were moments when Gohan didn't want to hold back, didn't want to be polite and smart and all that.

This was one of those moments. Goten laid on his side, watched his brother as he climbed over Bulma, his knees on either side of hers, hands slipping over her sweaty skin, up to her breasts, over them, rubbing and then back down. Gripping her skin everywhere, groaning as he slid his mouth against hers in a sloppy kiss.

Goten could see their tongues, watched Bulma's face as she moaned into the touch and Gohan's hands were on her breasts again. Rubbing. Thumbs stroking up and down as he kneaded her.

Her whimper as she pulled one of her legs up, fingernails digging into the skin of his ass as she pulled him down against her, tilted her hips up and curled her leg around him.

Gohan's hands dragged back down her body, over her flat belly to her hips, one around her as the other dipped between her spread thighs and his fingers were slipping against her, pressing right she wanted him.

"Gohan!"

Showoff.

"Bulma!" he said back. Grinned at her as he moved down, sucked on her neck hard enough to leave a mark and then lower, short wet kisses against her skin, to her breasts--her chest was heaving as she panted and her hips moved restlessly against him. He licked her breasts as she pressed them up into his mouth and his hand was moving down, fingers slipping into her as she pumped her hips.

Her hands on his shoulders, one in his hair, fisting it in time with his fingers deep thrusts into her. And he tilted his head to suck on her other breast, rising and falling with her breaths.

"You're boring me, Gohan," Goten muttered. Foreplay was good, the smell in the room--Bulma's smell--was great and he was all nice and hard again, but too much of this same shit and he would get bored quick.

Gohan looked at him and loosened his mouth around Bulma. She was looking at them, at the look that passed between them. Gohan's hand pulled out of her, wet, smelling so much like her and he looked at it briefly before staring back at Goten and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Sucked them hard. Mmmmmed.

"Oh fuck," Bulma whispered.

Show off.

Gohan reached out, grabbed him, pulled him down and curled his arm around Goten's shoulders. Took over his mouth. Tongue and teeth and mouth. Wet and Bulma's smell was a taste there. He drank down that taste. Heard Bulma's sharp cry of shock and desire. He pulled back, moved Bulma's other leg so he was kneeling between her thighs, licked his lips and covered her breasts with his hands again. Still looking at Goten.

"Shut up little brother."

Looked back down at the woman that was panting helplessly under him. Moved her hand out from between her legs and he sank into her. Flex of his hips and she rolled her head back--the red mark he left on her neck shining in the low light--groaned his name again as he shifted and sank deeper. His white teeth bared, her open mouth panting.

Goten curled his fingers around his aching erection and jerked his hips into his fist.

Gohan grinned, moved in Bulma. Moved strong enough the bed rocked under them and Bulma grabbed the sheets, clenched her knees tighter around Gohan and moaned again. And again.

His brother drove into her relentlessly. The bed squeaked and groaned and Goten whimpered as his already tired body rushed toward his second orgasm. Bulma was clawing Gohan's back and he was licking her skin again, knees dug into the bed hard as their hips slapped together.

More and more. Louder and harder and faster until they were shaking hard and kissing, groping for each other's hands and he felt the second wave of pleasure take him over, almost knocking him out from the intensity of it again so soon.

Then Bulma's breathless little laugh, Gohan lying at her side and they all three breathed.

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Goten: *Glare*

Trunks: *falls on floor laughing*

Goku: I wouldn't do that, Trunks. Goten is well liked by Card. He might convince her to pair you with...

Vegeta: Trust me son, don't laugh.

Chichi: *glares at Vegeta* AND JUST WHAT DOES THAT MEAN YOU BASTARD?!

Gohan: *picks Bulma up, carries her to another room and repeats lemon sans brother*