Author’s Note: I recommend starting with the first chapter in this series. The chapters form a narrative and aren’t meant to stand alone. Enjoy!
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Pale morning light streamed through half-closed blinds. Diana squinted at the wide windows, then buried her face in the soft down pillow under her cheek. The sheets smelled fresh and clean, but unfamiliar. And ooohh — her whole body tingled, and she was sore between her legs in a new way that wasn’t necessarily bad, just tender. Smooth cotton rubbed against her skin — every inch of it. She was completely naked, curled up in bed, and she wasn’t alone.
Letting her eyes open just a little, she saw the slope of a broad, tanned male back, peacefully rising and falling just inches away from her. What? Oh God. Last night—
She blinked hard a few times, but either Brendan or Ian still lay on his stomach next to her in bed, his head turned towards the wall, one solid arm flung over her waist. The space on her other side was empty.
This had to be a dream. She was dreaming. But her body began to remember last night: opening her legs first to Ian, then Brendan in the treehouse; collapsing into strong arms that carried her across the lawn; snuggling in bed with hard male bodies on either side, resting her head on a firm chest as warm flesh pressed against her curves, letting someone’s muscled leg part hers.
Sweet Jesus. Where were her clothes? Could she sneak out and do a dash of shame back to her empty house while steering clear of the neighbors? Shifting, she tried to turn over without waking the slumbering twin.
“Mmmmph,” he mumbled into his pillow, pulling her closer. Her skin buzzed from his warm touch. So much for that. And if she was being honest, she wasn’t actually ashamed. Shocked, disbelieving, but not ashamed. Slowly, her eyes opened all the way, taking in the large windows, the double dresser topped with a beach painting, the mirrored closet doors, and the family photos on the wall.
She knew this room, though she hadn’t set foot in here since she was young enough to sneak in and jump on the king-size mattress with Brendan and Ian. She was in Mr. and Mrs. O’Brian’s bedroom, light, airy, and spacious, sprawled in the middle of the bed with only a sheet covering her and an unidentified twin fast asleep next to her, his arm firmly draped over her hip.
No. Yes. She clenched her thighs together, trying not to squirm. This was real. She, Diana, certified shy girl who’d worked her ass off to get into Yale, who was two weeks away from her high school graduation, who’d gone eighteen years without kissing a boy, and who’d never had the nerve to live out any of her wild fantasies before yesterday afternoon, had gone around every base and then some with the boys next door.
A large framed picture of the twins, posing in caps and gowns at their own high school graduation two years ago, beamed down at her from the wall of photos. Basketball stars, brown-haired hazel-eyed gods, oozing masculine confidence and looking like they owned the world. They probably did. What she wouldn’t give for a little of that.
Rising on one elbow, she tried to look over her shoulder at a sound in the doorway. Then she sank back into the pillow, moaning. The twin next to her stirred, his arm slipping from her waist as he turned over and settled back into sleep. A shot of vodka, a bottle of beer — had she really drunk enough last night for a hangover? She wasn’t even sure what that would feel like. But the shot had been generous, she wasn’t a big girl, and let’s face it — other than a few sips of wine, last night had been the first time she’d touched alcohol.
“Drink these,” a low voice said in her ear. “Water first.”
Blindly, she wrapped her fingers around a cool glass, ice clinking against the sides, and took a long drink. Better. And she didn’t need to look to know which twin was taking care of her.
“Thanks, Brendan,” she murmured, gulping another cold swallow of liquid. The mattress sank softly as he climbed into bed.
“It’s Ian.”
Blinking, she forced herself up on her elbows again to focus on his face. Yep, the dark freckle under his left eye announced he was unmistakably Ian. Naked, stretched out next to her, his face close to hers.
“Um, okay. Thanks.” She tried not to show her surprise. “How’d you know that I—”
“Cause you’re a lightweight little girl who’s probably never had a drink before.” He gave her a devilish grin. “My brother told me he gave you a beer, but I think you had more than that.”
She rubbed her throbbing forehead, squinting. “Last night—”
“Happened. I took your virginity in the treehouse after you begged me to do it. And my brother fucked you right afterwards.”
“I didn’t beg,” she mumbled.
Ian leaned in, but to her surprise, he didn’t touch her. His breath tickled her ear. “Please, Ian,” he whispered teasingly. “Fuck me, Ian. Not so shy anymore, are you?”
Her cheeks went hot. Her everything went hot. Her crotch throbbed unmistakably. “We were all kind of drunk last night.”
“Mm-hm.” More heat from his naked body, so close to hers, drove her temperature even higher. Unthinking, she kicked back the covers. Hazel eyes traveled over her full creamy breasts, exposed above the sheet that just covered her from the waist down. “And now we’re not.”
She should leave right now, Diana thought, but boy, did she have the mother of all headaches, and jumping out of bed to prance naked past Ian’s gaze wasn’t her idea of a graceful goodbye. She took a long drink of water, hoping to clear her head.
“Regrets?” Ian’s face was serious now. His voice was softer than she would have expected. And she knew suddenly that if she was having this conversation with Brendan, breathing easily on her other side, he’d tell her the night had been amazing, she had been amazing, and that would be that. She felt grateful to Ian, possibly for the first time ever, for wanting an answer.
“You can’t tell anyone,” she murmured.
“Our little secret.” He didn’t crack a smile.
“Then no. No regrets.” Still in shock, she sipped the rest of the water. “Where’s my swimsuit? And my clothes? And — my shoes?”
Now came the smirk. “Hell if I know.”
“Ian…”
“Brendan brought them in last night.”
“And my glasses?”
“Smashed ’em,” he said smugly. Diana raised an eyebrow at him.
“Fine. I don’t actually need them. I just like the way they look.”
“Really?”
Not really, but Ian looked so horrified that Diana started to laugh. He shook his head. “Now this.” Taking the empty water glass from her, he held out the other cup. Diana eyed the cloudy liquid suspiciously. Steeling herself, she took a big gulp of the unidentified drink and almost choked.
“This is disgusting,” she coughed. “What is this, egg yolk and hot sauce?”
“Drink it all down, baby.”
“I don’t believe this really helps a hangover. I think you just threw together something gross so you can laugh at me while I drink it.”
Ian raised an eyebrow at her. Why did he have to be so hot? In the early morning light, she was all too aware that they were both naked, that Ian had kicked the top sheet off his long body, and that she could really see all of him for the first time. His gaze on her breasts sent a flush to her cheeks, but it was a little late to feel shy now. When he chuckled softly, she realized she was shamelessly checking him out: the bronzed shoulders, the swells of his biceps, the firm pecs with their tiny hard nipples, the dusting of hair on his chest that trailed down his rippling abs to — oh, God. She didn’t have the guts to look directly at his cock, but there was no question: it was large, hard, and pointing right at her.
“If Brendan made it, you’d believe him.”
“He doesn’t have your track record,” Diana mumbled, deciding whether to finish the drink. One gulp had woken her up, better than any alarm clock. Finally, she made herself reach over Ian to put it on the bedside table. Her breasts brushed against his firm body, sending a shiver through her.
“No.” Ian’s face was blank now. “He doesn’t.”
Diana studied him. Suddenly, she understood. “When you’ve gotten in trouble — like in high school, when you pulled that prank that got you suspended, Brendan was involved too, wasn’t he? And you took the fall.” Ian just stared at her, so she pushed on. “I bet you always do. And you guys have an agreement about it. You’re the bad twin. He’s the good twin. That’s what everyone sees.”
“Mmmmpphhh,” came a soft grunt from behind her. The mattress creaked. Diana, startled, tried to grab the sheet as it slipped away. No use. Brendan was turning over in his sleep, pulling all the blankets with him and tucking them under his body. She felt very naked now, but Ian’s expression dared her not to grab the sheet back from Brendan. His eyes flicked down to her body, drinking in her bare curves, then back to her face. Her skin began to prickle.
“It’s always worked for us,” he said finally.
Did she want to know? She didn’t want to know. Instead she touched her fingertip lightly to the freckle under his eye. He blinked at her. Going on instinct, she moved in to kiss him. She couldn’t say why — she just needed to, and as Ian’s eyes widened, clearly surprised, he slowly brought a hand up to cup the back of her head and another hand on the curve of her bare ass, pulling her closer.
Then she saw the spiders.
“Ian…?” Five of them, just waiting on the sheet by her naked arm and breast. And she’d been about to roll over onto them. She was not going to shriek. She was a big girl who didn’t freak out over bugs. “There are spiders in the bed—”
When she met his eyes, that wide-eyed look of innocent concern, she knew the truth.
“You immature little shit,” she hissed, grabbing the plastic spiders and throwing them in his face. Ian rocked with silent laughter, mashing his head against the pillow. Behind her, Brendan shifted in his sleep, and she started when his hard body nudged hers. “I can’t believe you still have these.”
“Saved them in case you ever slept over again. Since you liked them so much the first time.”
Ian reached out and pinched her nipple firmly, and Diana’s retort was swallowed in a gasp. Her head swam as he tweaked the hard bud between his fingers. Twinges of pleasure radiated out from her nipple. All she could think about now was wanting — no, needing more of his touch. Instinctively, she arched her back, thrusting her full firm breast into his hand. A slow smile spread over his face.
“What do you want, bad girl?” he said in a low voice. “Ask for it.”
Oh God. “Touch my breasts, Ian,” she murmured, blushing. He just raised his eyebrows. “Please—”
Large hands closed over her firm globes, squeezing them, thumbing her tight nipples assuredly. “You want me to feel you up, don’t you, baby? You like having your tits played with.”
“Yesssss,” she whispered. The crude words just made her nipples harden even more against Ian’s palms as he fondled her breasts. What were they doing? Last night was one thing, but now — they hadn’t even kissed, and she couldn’t blame this on the fuzz of alcohol or soft darkness or anything else except total lust…
In a second, she was on her back, shuddering as Ian caressed her sensitive flesh knowledgeably. Her tender pussy ached with arousal. She’d always been used to hiding her voluptuous breasts, hoping no one would notice them, even hating their size. Now, it felt so good to enjoy Ian’s attentions that her breath caught in her throat. She squeezed his shoulders, moaning softly.
As if he could read her mind, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You have the most gorgeous fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”
She flushed with pleasure. This was Ian, she had to remind herself. Ian, who’d probably seen more gorgeous tits than he could keep track of. Ian, who was kneading her breasts now, burying his face in them, sucking on her large rosy nipples with firm tugs of his warm lips and tongue. Her hands tangled in his thick brown hair. She relaxed under his busy mouth, her legs opening. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his engorged cock, pressing into the bed, looking so inviting.
“And you haven’t changed,” she managed. Teeth closed over her sensitive nipple, and she jumped. “What’s next? Dirt in my lunchbox? Ice down my shirt?”
He just smirked at her, gave her breasts a final possessive squeeze, and reached over his shoulder to the nightstand behind him. Something clinked against glass, and before she could see what it was, icy cold met her puckered nipple. Hot lips stifled her yelp as Ian dragged the ice cube over her smooth belly, making her jerk and kick.
“Ian—” she tried to gasp into his mouth, . He rolled on top of her. One knee opened her quivering legs and held her in place. Brendan shifted next to her, stretching, his muscular body pressing firmly against her. How was he snoozing through this? He’d always been a deep sleeper, but…
No. He wasn’t sleeping. A warm heavy hand caressed her thigh, soothing her as Ian teased her mercilessly with the ice cube. Diana wriggled, but she couldn’t move. The twins had wedged her between them. Rivulets of water streamed down her sides, ice trailed up to tease her other breast, and she groaned as jolts of excitement ran down her body. She couldn’t help clinging to Ian, her fingers digging into his broad back.
“Thanks for the good idea,” he whispered in her ear. Before she could argue, his tongue sank into her mouth again. Warm juice trickled from her pussy as melting cold tickled under her arm. Brendan’s hand gently pulled her thigh open, his fingers massaging closer and closer to her heated core. And— she cried out into Ian’s kiss when the ice cube suddenly slid between her cunt lips.
“Uhhh — Ian —” She writhed under his hard body as he pushed the ice cube against her aching opening. “Too much—”
“That’s what you said last night,” he whispered. “And you came so fucking hard.”
“I’m sore,” she whispered, her face flushing.
“Poor baby.” His deep voice was all sympathy. Bringing the dripping chip of ice up to her face, he rubbed it over her lips. Oh God— and she was opening her mouth, letting him feed her the ice cube and sucking her own juices off of it. “Let me make it better.”
The next thing she knew, her legs were spread wide and Ian’s head nestled between her thighs. His impossibly hot tongue licked a long, burning path over her sensitive cunt. The heat right after the cold made Diana’s head spin. She could only grab Ian’s hair, tightening her fingers in it, as he licked her pussy deliberately, again and again, swiping his tongue over every crevice of her swollen lips.
When her moans turned into shrieks, a comforting hand found her breast — Brendan, caressing her sleepily, but sensuously. She buried her face in the bulk of his shoulder, squealing when Ian took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, digging her heels into his back even as she grabbed his hair and tried to drag his plundering tongue away from her juicy cunt. Warm palms pressed firmly on her thighs, holding them down and open. His tongue flicked relentlessly over her sensitive clit. Diana’s tugs on his hair only seemed to spur him on.
Ian was enjoying this, she realized in amazement, her cunt spasming helplessly. She’d always assumed the pleasure went one way only for oral sex, but burying his face in her hot creamy pussy was so obviously turning Ian on that her whole body rippled with excitement, her tingling lips even more alive to his tongue.
Everything was so much more real in the daytime. She was really in the twins’ parents’ bed, oozing hot juice onto the soft white sheets, thrusting her crotch toward Ian’s eager mouth while he pressed her quivering legs against the mattress and she whimpered into Brendan’s shoulder.
Ian raised his head, meeting her wide eyes, and painful arousal ran through her body.
“You’re just creaming yourself,” he whispered. “You’re just a little sex bomb who’s been waiting to explode.”
Was he right? Oh God. He had at least one thing right — she was close to exploding. And when another tongue teased her earlobe, it nudged her even closer. She rolled her head to the side and met half-lidded hazel eyes — sleepy and appreciative. Brendan smiled at her.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he murmured. Movement caught her eye. He was stroking his cock. Diana stared openly at the thick pink stalk between his legs, the rounded satiny head disappearing and emerging from his loose fist, the dark nest of hair at its base. Her mouth actually watered at the sight. God, he was beautiful. And he was beaming down at his brother’s head between her legs with a delighted smile. Would Ian’s cock look exactly the same? She’d barely seen it in their scuffle. And had Brendan really fit inside her pussy? Ian, too?
“How’d you sleep?” He brushed her dark bangs off her forehead, burying his fingers in her hair. Diana dragged her eyes away from his engorged erection.
“Uh — I slept well.”
He kissed her neck gently. “And how’s your little pussy?” The big-brotherly concern in his voice, contrasting with the arousal on his face, made her pant for breath, squeezing Ian’s head between her thighs. Brendan’s hand trailed down from her hair to cup her voluptuous breast, rolling her hard nipple soothingly between his fingers. Ian was licking her tender opening now, tonguing her deeply, and as she gasped with pleasure, his fingers began pinching her swollen clit.
“Sore,” she managed.
“But Ian’s making it better, right?”
“Yesssss,” she moaned.
“Good, Di. I told you we’d take care of you.” He nuzzled her neck again and brushed his lips against hers. “Just let it feel good.” And he began to really kiss her. Oh God — two hot wet tongues were tasting her at the same time, and as Ian soothed the ache between her legs and drove her longing higher, Brendan’s tongue moved deeper and deeper into her mouth. When he nibbled on her lip, she let go of Ian’s head with one hand and pulled Brendan closer to her, kissing him hard.
Finally, they separated for breath.
“This was all — your idea,” she whispered. Her throat was dry with excitement. “Why?”
Brendan massaged the back of her head. “I wanted the three of us to be together again. It’s nice, isn’t it, Di?”
Diana could only nod, dazed. She could barely think straight, her whole body melting under Ian’s mouth.
“What do you need, baby?” Brendan whispered. She did need something, didn’t she? And he could tell. His dimples deepened as she looked into his handsome face.
“I want to suck you,” she panted.
His broad smile tightened her whole body. “Of course you do.”
Diana stared at Brendan’s cock as he straddled her chest. It seemed enormous in front of her face, and he looked so tall, looming over her and blocking her view of Ian between her legs. All she could feel was an impossibly teasing tongue and fingers exploring her pussy. But Brendan was right — she needed to feel him in her mouth. A little shyly, she wrapped her fingers around his heavy, veined shaft. Then she looked up at him.
“Do what you did last night, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. He stroked her cheeks encouragingly and cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and lick me while Ian licks you.”
Her pussy spasmed again, and Ian growled into her melting cunt. Hands slid to her ass, squeezing the soft cheeks roughly and pulling them apart. Oh God — he was pinching and massaging her ass now, and licking her cunt more firmly as her mouth opened to take in Brendan’s cock. Yes — she did need something to suck on. Eagerly, her tongue swirled over the plump shiny head, teasing the ridge, licking and sucking as much of the firm shaft as she could fit in her mouth. Brendan was moving, she realized, fucking her mouth with short controlled motions.
“Cup my balls, baby.” Soft wrinkled skin filled her hand, heavy and firm. She caressed Brendan’s balls lightly, exploring the texture. “Good girl,” he crooned. “Oh yeah. Fuck — oh, fuck, that’s good.” He was breathing more heavily, his hips flexing in front of her face, thrusting gently with longer sensual strokes as Diana tasted the thick cock filling her mouth. God, the skin on his cock was so silky, his balls were like velvet in her palm, his salty, musky scent was driving her crazy, and he was moaning with pleasure — because of her. A shocking sense of heady, erotic power flooded her body, making her twitch under Ian’s busy lips. She was starting to understand just why it was so enjoyable to pleasure someone else.
“Try sucking harder,” Brendan gasped. Oh God yes, he was actually gasping. And he’d been so controlled last night, telling everyone what to do. She sucked harder. A salty trickle greeted her tongue. “Lick underneath. Yes, Di. You’re so fucking sexy. You feel amazing.”
As she followed Brendan’s directions, heat rushing through her body from his words, Ian’s tongue and fingers finally took her over the edge. Her tingling pussy found release in slow, deep spasms. She moaned loudly around Brendan’s cock, unconsciously sucking in rhythm with her orgasm, shuddering as her hips lifted off the bed. Ian just kept licking and licking her, and she kept coming and moaning in a flood of heat and light that curled through up through her pussy, her ass — which Ian was still firmly massaging — and her belly in waves that shook her from head to toe.
She was barely aware of Brendan fucking her mouth more firmly, groaning long and low as creamy fluid spurted onto her tongue. Oh — he was coming in her mouth! Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she sucked harder, urging him to fill her mouth with warm liquid. Brendan groaned again, his thick cock jerking between her lips as her tongue slid over a sensitive spot. Finally, he eased his cock out of her mouth, cupping her face in his hands. Ian’s head was still between her thighs, lapping at her spasming pussy and holding her legs open with his elbows.
Panting for breath, she looked up at Brendan questioningly. His cum tasted a little bitter in her mouth, a new flavor, and while she didn’t exactly love it, running to the bathroom to spit it out right now would just be so rude…and it was so sexy to know she was tasting him… Slowly, as he nodded at her encouragingly, she swallowed. His eyes lit up, sending another jolt through her body.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, angling his body off of hers and stretching out next to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you, Di. You just felt so delicious.”
“I liked it,” she murmured.
Lips slick with her own juices kissed her hard. Her hands met a muscled male back, a body climbing over her. A thick rod slipped between her legs, nudging her aching opening.
“Ian…not now,” she protested, pulling back from the kiss. His eyes glittered. His hair was tousled from her fingers thrusting into it. Primal energy coiled his whole body. His hands gripped her waist. Was she really lifting her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hot flesh, even as her sore entrance throbbed?
“Not now? Are you sure, sweetness?” Brendan rolled her firm nipple between his fingers, and she cried out.
“I can’t,” she moaned. But her whole body tingled.
“You can,” Brendan said soothingly in her ear. “Ian’s going to go easy on you.” Flicking her eyes upward, Diana saw him give his brother a significant look. Ian nodded grudgingly. “Okay, baby?”
Diana stared up at them. Two identical male faces looked back at her — one glazed with lust, the other relaxed and reassuring, both waiting. The soft bedsheets rubbed against her ass. Her pussy still clamored for touch, needing so badly to be filled. Slowly, she nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered, reaching for Ian’s shoulders.
Running his hands up over her legs, Ian squeezed and massaged her thighs, pushing her knees toward her breasts. The head of his cock pressed against her wet cunt, rubbing against her tenderness, and then he sank into her.
“Ian.” She grabbed his chest, pulling on the hair. He growled softly.
“I’m so fucking close to cumming from eating your hot little cunt,” he whispered. Then he kissed her. Oh God — his tongue, coated in her juices now, thrust into her mouth. He fucked her agonizingly slowly, though Diana was sure that any faster would be even more agonizing. Aching pleasure swirled outward from the center of her pussy. And — yes, fingers were stroking her clit. Brendan’s hand cupped her mound.
“Come for us, sweetness,” he whispered coaxingly in her ear. “Come on my brother’s cock. Ian hasn’t felt you come on his cock yet. He doesn’t know just how incredible it feels. Show him, baby.”
Yes. Oh God — yes. Exquisite tightness gathered in her core, all the more intense for the edge of discomfort as Ian slowly fucked her tender pussy. Her thighs ached as he held them close to her breasts, the position making her pussy available to Brendan’s gentle caresses. Ian’s tongue was still buried in her mouth, teasing and exploring. She yelped when he nipped her lower lip. His cock felt huge in her pussy, every nerve ending alive to his thick rod.
“You’re beautiful, Di,” Brendan murmured. His fingers on her clit were bringing her so close to ecstasy. “You’ve always been so pretty, but you’re gorgeous now. You’ve needed this for awhile, haven’t you? You’ve needed to be with both of us.”
“Yes,” she moaned into Ian’s mouth.
“At the same time.”
“Yes.” A whisper.
“Taking you over and over again. Showing you that you can do anything. That you can handle so much more than you ever thought you could.”
“Yessss…” she hissed, exploding in a froth of cream on Ian’s cock. Brendan’s patient fingers kept circling her clit, drawing waves of pleasures through her contracting cunt. Ian growled, pulling back from her mouth to stare into her eyes, and the pure animal lust on his face made her cry out and come harder, her pussy quivering around his thickness. Suddenly, he plunged into her quivering pussy and began fucking her in earnest. Only then did Diana realize how much he’d been holding back. Pain and pleasure twined together as he plowed her cunt, thrusting deeply, coming into her eager pussy while he looked into her pleading eyes.
All she could remember next was snuggling in a heap, sandwiched between two hard bodies, drifting back to sleep.
*******
A voice in her ear woke her.
“Making us breakfast,” Ian murmured. The bed creaked as he got up. Sleepily, Diana rolled over into Brendan’s embrace.
“Did Ian say breakfast?” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. “Ian never makes breakfast. Hope it’s edible.” Brendan was so warm that she relaxed into his powerful arms, only half-awake. It felt good to be held. He smiled when she wrapped an arm around his back and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.
“He was up early this morning, too,” she whispered after they’d cuddled for a few minutes. “Making me some godawful hangover cure.”
“Really? Ian?” Brendan seemed more awake now. He gave her a speculative look. Then his face relaxed into a smile as he stroked her back. One hand cupped her heavy breast. “Wanna shower?”
Oh boy. Yes…but no. “I think— I need a couple minutes to myself,” she said softly.
“Take your time.” He caressed her breast before letting go. “Your stuff’s in the bathroom.”
Diana rolled to the side and stood up, glancing over her shoulder. Bright hot sunlight filled the bedroom now. She was aware of her nudity and Brendan’s appreciative eyes on her exaggerated curves, and to her amazement, she didn’t feel any need to hide her body. Instead, the question she’d been waiting to ask burst out.
“You planned everything, didn’t you? What Ian said to me in the pool last night was all an act.”
“What did Ian say to you in the pool?” Brendan looked up at her curiously. She had to remind herself that even if the twins didn’t keep any secrets from each other, they weren’t telepathic.
“He called me a goody-two-shoes and an uptight priss, a buttoned-up ice princess who thinks she’s better than everyone else, and said he hadn’t talked to me in years because I hadn’t talked to him.”
“Not an act.” Brendan shook his head. “He didn’t think this would work.” He seemed about to say more, then changed his mind, waving her towards the shower.
In Mr. and Mrs. O’Brian’s bathroom, Diana blinked her wide blue eyes at her reflection in the mirror. That was definitely her, naked from head to toe, but she barely recognized herself. Her mussed-up dark hair was swept to one side. Her lips were swollen from kissing the twins and sucking Brendan’s cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her hard nipples stood out proudly, and pink hickeys dotted her creamy pale neck. Her hips had swayed voluptuously, confidently, as she walked into the bathroom. And to top it all off, there was a smile on her face that just wouldn’t leave.
Quickly, she turned on the shower and stood under steaming water, scrubbing her skin until it turned pink to wash away the smell of sex. It felt a little awkward to use Mrs. O’Brian’s shampoo, but she made do with a small squeeze and soaped herself thoroughly. Her stomach growled.
When she toweled off and put her swimsuit back on — it was the best she could do, since she hadn’t brought any underwear — she noticed it was dry. Brendan must have put it in the dryer. Thoughtful of him. Quickly, she laced up the top, feeling proud of her deep cleavage for the first time, and tied the red bows tightly on the sides. On went her blue and green striped sundress. Next came her black-rimmed glasses — fortunately still intact. She finger-combed her hair, smoothing down her bangs. Now she looked familiar, like the Diana the rest of the world knew, except…looser. More relaxed. She wondered if anyone would notice.
Downstairs, she blinked at the mounds of food that greeted her when she walked into the kitchen. Ian nodded to her from the stove, giving her a brief once-over as he stirred scrambled eggs.
She cleared her throat. “Can I help?” Hard to believe, but it had been easier talking with Ian when they were naked in bed together than it was now, standing in the kitchen fully dressed. The throbbing soreness between her legs wouldn’t let her forget what they’d done just a little while ago. She eyed his UConn tank and athletic shorts, draped over his muscular body. College. Seemed like a million years away.
“There’s fruit in the fridge. And OJ. You know where all the dishes are.”
Sounds of the washing machine swished through the wall from the next room. Sheets, Diana thought. Brendan must have put their parents’ sheets in the washing machine. And he’d have some water-tight excuse for the new sheets on the bed when his parents came home. The kitchen itself was sparkling clean, with no sign of yesterday’s party except the bin overflowing with beer bottles.
Quickly, before she started blushing, she rinsed fruit, put it in a bowl, and took out the juice. Then she sat down at the familiar kitchen table, not trusting herself to say anything else right now.
The food did smell good — Ian’s cooking appeared to be edible — but jeez, she’d never seen so many sausages and eggs at once. Of course the twins were athletes, tall muscular guys who probably ate three times as much as she did. But when Ian put a plate of food in front of her, she realized she was starving. Three minutes later, it was empty. She gobbled strawberries from the bowl of fruit on the table, focusing on the sweet juicy fruit and feeling the heat rising further in her cheeks as Brendan strolled into the kitchen, his hair wet from the shower. He clapped his brother on the back.
“Heard you were up early,” he said in a low voice.
Ian shrugged, scraping eggs onto a plate. “Diana kept kicking. She doesn’t know how to share a bed yet.”
She flushed, but managed to say, “No, you just take up too much space.”
“Someone worked up an appetite.” Ian gave her a knowing grin, filling her empty plate again and putting it in front of her.
Breakfast was quiet. The food was disappearing faster than she would have thought possible. And now that they were all dressed and sitting around the same table where they’d played cards and had snacks together, a million years ago, shyness set in again. Feeling like a hot confident girl naked in bed with the twins, or alone in the O’Brians’ bathroom, was one thing. But now she was having a hard time looking up from her plate.
Something soft flicked her cheek. Quickly, she glanced up to see a bit of egg lying on her napkin and Ian eyeing her with that little half-smile.
“Grow up.” Her face was hot again.
“Make me.”
“Fine.” She balanced a grape on her spoon and catapulted it at his chest, aiming right for the middle of the O in his UConn logo. Immediately, water splashed her face.
“Are you kidding me?” she spluttered.
The whole front of her dress was wet, Ian was holding his empty water glass with that innocent expression, and Brendan just leaned back with his arms folded, looking amused. “Children,” he murmured. Diana threw a grape at him too.
In seconds, she and the twins were pelting each other with fruit. The kitchen table looked like a battleground, and Ian was shoving his chair back, coming toward her to do God knows what. Diana dove under his arm and dashed for the fridge, grabbing handfuls of ice. When he came toward her, she was ready for him with a cascade of ice cubes down his shorts.
“Your turn,” she said triumphantly.
The look of surprise on Ian’s face was quickly changing to lust. “You’re going to pay for that,” he whispered, stripping off his shorts.
Faster than she could figure, she was pushed up against the humming fridge by both twins, her back pressed to stainless steel, her dress and hair completely soaked, smushing a strawberry into Ian’s neck while he wedged a fat cold grape into her cleavage. Brendan was working a large hand inside the top of her swimsuit to squeeze her breast, someone was trying to unzip her dress one-handed, and all three of them shook with laughter. Diana couldn’t remember laughing this hard in a long time.
“Stop tickling.” She tried to push Ian’s hand away from her ribs. He just grinned and poked her side again, making her jump.
As she grabbed Brendan’s shoulder for support, another hand moved swiftly up her skirt, pulling on her swimsuit bottoms. She quivered when it slipped inside, stretching the fabric. Her dress dropped from her shoulders to the floor. Just as Ian teased her ribs again, sidestepping her attempts to fend him off, Brendan’s finger probed her melting pussy, exploring her tender entrance.
“You’re not playing fair. Both of you,” she wheezed.
“You’re so wet, Di.” Brendan’s mischievous dimpled grin suddenly looked a lot like Ian’s. Her pussy tightened around his finger. No, not his finger. Something else, something round, pointed and firm, textured and bumpy, pressing into her moist core just a little.
Her mouth opened in surprise. “Is that — a strawberry?”
Brendan’s smile deepened. He gently worked the berry further into her quivering cunt, bringing his thumb to her clit. Her legs trembled, and her grip tightened on his shoulder. Ian leaned against the fridge, watching her, his eyes traveling to his brother’s hand between her legs and her voluptuous curves on display through her swimsuit.
“Are you going to go back to being a stone-cold fox tomorrow, baby?” His voice was husky. “Or are you going to remember my brother fucking you with a fruit while I watch?”
Too aroused to laugh now, Diana moaned softly, opening her legs to Brendan’s massaging fingers, closing her free hand on Ian’s waist for support. Her head fell back against the fridge. She opened her mouth to attempt a smart answer, but Ian’s lips met hers, his tongue hungrily plumbing her mouth.
That was it. She needed to feel both of them, couldn’t think about anything else. She slid her hands up the twins’ shirts, shaking with excitement as her palms moved over warm skin, thick hair, and hard muscle. Her lips tingled, going from mouth to hot mouth, sucking, licking, and biting. Brendan kept teasing her pussy with the strawberry, pushing it into her pool of juices just enough for her to clamp down on its ripe roundness. Right as her hands found both the firm bulges pressing through the twins’ shorts, squeezing their cocks hard and shivering at their groans of pure need, a rumble outside the kitchen made her freeze. The twins both looked up, alert. The garage door was opening.
“Kitchen table. Now,” Ian hissed in her ear.
Diana had never seen two people move so fast. Brendan pulled his hand out of her swimsuit, tossed the strawberry in the sink, dashed to the recycling bin heaped high with last night’s beers, and carried it deftly upstairs. She could only imagine him stashing it under his bed. Ian leapt to the table, clearing the aftermath of the food fight.
“Do it. Sit down,” he grunted out of the side of his mouth. Diana’s first instinct was to dive into the nearest closet and stay there until the coast was clear, or maybe forever, but obediently, she wriggled into her dress and sat down at the table, fumbling with her zipper and sweeping her hair forward to hide the hickeys on her neck. Gulping the rest of her water, she tried to breathe normally. She marveled as Ian, with total efficiency, swept up the ice on the floor, pitched the scattered fruit in the trash, scooped up a pack of cards lying on the counter by the door, and threw a handful down on the table in front of each place.
By the time the kitchen door opened, Diana and the twins were sitting calmly at the table with their cards fanned out. “Gin,” Brendan said.
“Diana!” Mrs. O’Brian exclaimed. “What a lovely surprise.”
“Thanks, Mrs. O’Brian. Hi, Mr. O’Brian.” Her heart hammered in her chest. “I hope you had a nice trip.”
Mr. O’Brian hefted a suitcase over the doorstep. “We didn’t expect to see you here. It’s been awhile.”
“We asked Diana to come over ’cause she was all alone in her house.” Brendan was all sympathetic concern.
“Ian, what happened to your neck?” Mrs. O’Brian looked worried. Great, Diana thought. A bit of strawberry still clung to Ian’s neck where she’d smushed it in, and now that she saw it, she wanted to lick it off.
“Diana threw a strawberry at me.” Unconcerned, he wiped it off with his napkin. “High school kids. They’re so immature.”
“Diana, do your parents know you’re here?” Mr. O’Brian asked.
“I’ll tell them,” Brendan said blandly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have their number. We’d hate for them to think she’s in trouble.”
Diana, sweating under her dress and hoping the O’Brians wouldn’t notice the water-soaked fabric, could only imagine what he was texting: Hot 3way last night with your daughter and my brother. Don’t worry, she was in good hands. Very well-behaved. You’d be proud.
Mrs. O’Brian beamed, setting her purse down on the counter. “It’s so nice to see the three of you spending time together again.”
“The twins are great hosts,” Diana said, smiling back. Someone’s knee pressed hers under the table. Her pussy still tingled from Brendan’s touch. Her heart rate had rocketed through the roof, but she couldn’t resist. “You’ve raised them well. They really know how to make someone feel at home.”
And even if she didn’t dare actually meet the eyes of those hosts right now, a little curl of excitement wound out from her stomach along with the nervousness. She was starting to see why Ian liked walking the line of getting in trouble. It was a rush, to get away with something.
“Glad to hear it. Especially about this guy.” Mr. O’Brian slapped Ian on the back. “Be a good influence, okay, Diana? He’s been scraping by at college, but we have a feeling he’s partying a lot. Half the time, we expect a call in the middle of the night saying he’s been arrested.”
She did manage a look at Ian then. She’d expected a shrug or that cocky smirk, but instead he scowled and turned away. His ears looked a little red.
“Please come over again soon, Diana,” Mrs. O’Brian said, as Brendan walked her to the door. “We hope to see you often.”
She could only nod. As soon as she walked through her own front door, told her parents hello, and pleaded off going shopping to spend some quality time alone with Hamlet in her bedroom, she ran straight upstairs and locked her door. Stripping off her sundress and swimsuit, she jumped into bed, sliding one hand into her dripping valley and the other to her heavy breasts, burying her moans in her pillow and massaging herself to a deep, slow orgasm as she remembered everything that had happened with the boys next door.