The Boys Next Door

Bright hot lights dazzled Diana as she slowly walked across the stage, her toes clenched inside her red peep-toe pumps. The only sound in the stadium was the click of her high heels. From below the stage, her graduating class watched her silently, rows upon rows of blue gowns and decorated caps. Behind them, barely visible in the yawning blackness, parents and family and friends packed the seats.

It was the kind of vision that had woken her before in a cold sweat, her heart racing and her mind catching up to the fact that it had just been a dream. But this was very real. As she stepped to the podium, adjusted the mic with a creak, and cleared her throat, she felt a flutter of anticipation along with the nervousness.

“Good evening, parents, faculty, and graduates.”

After Ian had left her room that morning, while her mother called a cheery goodbye to “Brendan,” Diana had skimmed her original speech, her heart still pounding from the close call. The whole thing was based on literary quotes about the great beyond. It sounded the way a valedictory speech should sound. It was safe. And after she’d read it twice, she’d ripped it to bits, flushed them in a rush down the toilet, and written a new one in fifteen minutes flat. She didn’t need to hide behind someone else’s words. She had a few things of her own to say.

“Sometimes, things find you that you don’t expect. That you never could have planned. That you’re tempted to turn your back on and say, ‘That’s just not me.’ But those are the things that can change your life.”

She could hear Ian’s voice whispering in her ear that she was a dirty girl, feel Brendan’s sure hands on her breasts underneath her graduation gown, smell both the twins’ male sweat and musk. Right there on stage, she tasted their salty skin and their warm cream on her tongue, saw their hazel eyes devouring her soft curves. Her body remembered waking up in Ian’s arms less than twelve hours ago. Her pussy remembered the way he’d fucked her.

She was so distracted by the images and sensations of the twins, and the rush of knowing no one in the two thousand-person audience would guess the secret behind her words, that she only slowly became aware, as she continued talking about taking risks and challenging yourself, that she was speaking naturally. Her voice sounded poised and confident. She had a broad smile on her face. In a stadium packed with people, all eyes on her, she was enjoying every second of her speech.

“Some of us have planned each step of our lives for the past four years. Others couldn’t have cared less. And many of us are somewhere in between. But I would guess that we all have our ideas about who we are. They come from what other people expect of us, and they come from what we expect of ourselves — or don’t. We have our ideas about other people, too: the roles they play, the roles we think they’re supposed to play. But we can do — and be — so much more. So as we leave high school and go out into the world, I just want to say: surprise yourself. Let yourself surprise others. Embrace the unexpected. Try something that’s ‘just not you.’ If there’s any time to do it, the time is now. Thank you.”

The sudden crack of applause that split the silent stadium air almost knocked her over. For the first time, she felt the sweat trickling down her back. She smiled into the blinding lights, turned, and made it back to her seat with a steady pace. Each tap of her heels sounded triumphant now.

The rest of graduation was a blur. Music, cheering, diplomas handed out, one last speech, caps thrown in the air. Before she knew it, the processional had taken everyone outside and she was standing in front of the stadium, surrounded by her friends, hugging and taking pictures and scanning the masses of people for her parents.

Diana had never been especially huggy in high school — shyness had always gotten in the way, even with her friends. But if there was any night to grab people by the shoulders and jostle together for photos, tonight was that night. So when a strong pair of arms folded her in a big hug, pulling her close, she didn’t immediately react.

But the chest she was pressed against felt — and smelled — decidedly masculine. A shirt collar brushed her forehead. A broad shoulder bumped her graduation cap. What? Guys didn’t just come up and hug her. She wasn’t that kind of girl. When the hugger pulled back, his arms still wrapped around her, she blinked up into a pair of bright hazel eyes that sent a shockwave down her body.

“Uh — Brendan?”

“You were great.” He actually leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek, and her whole body tightened. Even if it was just her cheek, his lips were soft and warm, his firm hug felt anything but brotherly, and of course he had to smell good on top of it — like he’d just stepped out of the shower. “We heard you were giving a speech, so we had to come see you.” The wink he gave her looked so much like Ian’s imitation of it that morning, she found herself checking the cleft in his chin.

“We?”

Brendan let go — finally. If he’d held onto her for a second longer, she would have collapsed into a puddle. As it was, her skin prickled, and she desperately wanted to tear off her graduation gown and fan herself. Her friends were gawking, phones dangling from their hands, turning from her to Brendan with expressions of amazement.

As soon as she looked over her shoulder, another male body crowded her. A casual arm dropped onto her shoulders. “What, you weren’t going to tell us?” Ian looked down at her with a lopsided smile, and her stomach turned a somersault. She caught a faint glimpse of the hickey she’d left on his neck the night before.

“I figured you guys like surprises,” she managed to say. Now her face had to be as red as her shoes, and her friends’ jaws were practically unhinged. Any minute now, she was going to have to mop Janelle off the floor. Ian only made it worse by leaning closer.

“Love the fuck-me pumps,” he said in a low voice under the music blaring from the outdoor speakers. His breath brushed her ear. “Nice speech too.”

“Take a picture of us?” Brendan’s arm was around her too now, and he held out his phone to Marissa, who blinked and took it. He’d made the right choice, Diana thought; Janelle would have fallen apart completely.

God, she was about to explode, wedged tightly between the twins. People were staring at them now — not just her friends. If anyone guessed the truth… But right then, she didn’t even care. Her face already ached from smiling, but she was too happy not to grin from ear to ear. Marissa seemed to be taking a lot of pictures, her finger permanently pressed to the screen while her eyes moved over the twins’ handsome faces and bronzed physiques. Diana couldn’t blame her. Meanwhile, Brendan’s warm hand squeezed her waist, and a pinch on her ass made her cheeks clench — definitely Ian. She prayed no one behind them had noticed, or saw her own hand sneak back for an answering pinch. Her panties were moist. Her pussy ached, sandwiched as she was between their muscular bodies. In the midst of all the craziness, she wondered if Brendan knew about Ian’s visit to her room last night.

“We both really liked your speech, Di. We need to celebrate,” Brendan announced, taking his phone back from Marissa.

“We do?” Janelle looked at him hopefully.

Brendan gave her an indulgent smile and turned back to Diana. “We’re taking you out. Right, Ian?” Ian just pinched her again — on her hip this time. Diana realized he still had his arm around her. “Saturday night? This weekend? A surprise.”

Oh boy, she would never hear the end of this from her friends. They’d demand a full report. Out with the twins — she couldn’t even imagine where they’d go or how she’d handle herself. She nodded quickly.

“Diana! Congratulations, honey! You were wonderful!” Her mother bustled up to her, her father in tow — and Mr. and Mrs. O’Brian with them. The twins stepped aside as her mother hugged her. Diana didn’t think the sudden entrance was an accident. She’d seen the way her parents had glanced nervously at Ian’s arm around her, while Mr. and Mrs. O’Brian looked pleased.

“Wasn’t she great?” Brendan smiled broadly, as if he were personally responsible for Diana’s speech. He wasn’t far wrong, she thought, her skin tingling under her gown.

A welcome breeze blew across the lawn. Teachers were coming up to her now. As she talked with them, posed for pictures, and tried to hold down five different conversations at once, she noticed the faculty noticing the twins.

Everyone recognized them, of course. They’d graduated two years ago, but it would be a long time before her high school forgot the O’Brian brothers. And there was no doubt right now which one was which. Brendan was busy shaking all the teacher’s hands, chatting them up and sharing friendly reminiscences. Meanwhile, Ian had been grabbed in a bear hug by a rangy guy Diana figured was the basketball coach — she’d never bothered to keep track of sports the past four years — while the rest of the faculty gave him a wide, disapproving berth, like they expected him to set off a stink bomb in the stadium.

“We came to see Diana.” Brendan’s voice caught her attention. He and Ian pointed at her with identical dimpled grins, and Mr. Bertell, her calc teacher, eyed the three of them with a confused expression, like something didn’t add up.

Meanwhile, more people were elbowing their way through the crowd to greet the twins, slap high fives, say hello — older brothers and sisters of the graduates, plus the few athletes and beautiful people in her grade who’d been cool enough to rub shoulders with the twins in high school. This was familiar. Diana was used to seeing Brendan and Ian at the center of things. But now she was at the center, too. People she’d never spoken two words to were shaking her hand, congratulating her, telling her how much they’d liked her speech.

Dizzy, she found herself on the receiving end of another hug — Ms. Wood, her AP English teacher, faculty advisor for the literary magazine, and the person who’d whipped her writing into shape more than anyone else the past four years.

“Diana, this school is going to miss you so much. I’m going to miss you so much. Yale’s about to learn how lucky they are to have you. All those late nights you put in for the literary magazine…the work of art you turned in for your final paper…”

“Those times you studied all alone in your room…the way you never had any fun…” said a familiar teasing voice.

Ms. Wood pursed her lips. Diana suddenly became aware of warm pressure on her shoulders. Ian had come up next to her, draping an arm around her again. “The two of you are friends?”

“Neighbors,” Diana said quickly. “Friend” wasn’t an accurate word for Ian, and she didn’t want to think too hard about what word might be. “I grew up with him and Brendan.”

“Do you miss me, Ms. Wood?” Ian flashed white teeth. “‘Cause I miss you.”

Ms. Wood raised her eyebrows. “I’m sure you do miss my class. Just like you did twenty-nine times in one semester. As I recall, your coach got you out of that one. And no, Mr. O’Brian, I don’t miss your absences. Or you coming in late, smelling like pot, or your smart-aleck comments, or the incomprehensible scribbles you turned in and called papers.” Her eyes flicked to his sweatshirt. “I hope you’re attending the occasional class at UConn.”

Ian just laughed. “Gonna go cry in the corner now. Unless you want to spank me first.” Red crept to Diana’s cheeks — she couldn’t look Ian’s way, or Ms. Wood’s — but she also had to bite her lip to stop a laugh of her own. “Catch you later, Diana.”

As he sauntered off, Diana realized a second too late that she was staring at his broad shoulders and narrow hips, remembering how that muscular ass had felt under her hands the night before. A voice over the blasting music pulled her attention back.

“Diana.” Ms. Wood had looked exasperated before; now she looked worried. “I know Ian O’Brian holds attraction for a lot of girls. But please, don’t spend any time or energy on him. It would be an incredible waste.”

Diana blinked, too stunned to answer. Quickly, she looked over her shoulder again, fighting embarrassment and hoping Ian hadn’t heard. Hazel eyes met hers. He’d heard. Before she could laugh it off, he turned away.

*******

At one in the morning, Diana tiptoed into her room, carrying her red peep-toe pumps. Her cap and gown hung over her arm. She was officially exhausted. Graduation parties, laughter, more people and chatter in one night than she was used to in a week. Her cheeks hurt from grinning. Her feet and calves ached from prancing around in three-inch heels. But she wouldn’t have traded any of it. She’d dreaded this day even as she’d crossed off the calendar dates in anticipation, but now that it was over, she had to admit: she’d loved it.

Sighing with relief, she set her cap and gown on her armchair, wiggled her bare toes in the carpet, and reached back to unzip her tight dress. The navy blue fabric dropped to the floor. It felt so good to free her heavy breasts from their lacy black cups — the same bra she’d been wearing when her eyes met Brendan’s while she enviously spied on the twins’ party next door. Had that really happened less than two weeks ago?

She glanced at the window. The O’Brians’ house was dark, the twins’ Jeep missing from the driveway. They must be out for the night. Probably with some of the people who’d been so ecstatic to see them after graduation. That was fine, she told herself, trying to ignore her twinge of disappointment. The excitement of the evening had already worn her out.

After a moment’s pause, she hooked her thumbs into her black thong, eased the scanty material over her hips, and stepped out of that, too. Posing naked in front of her closet, she gave herself permission, for the first time, to really admire the voluptuous girl in the mirror. The full swells of her breasts didn’t embarrass her anymore; instead, they tingled under her gaze, knowing how good it felt to be licked and squeezed. Her large rosy nipples contracted in the cool night breeze from the open window. The exaggerated curves of her hips and ass — curves she’d always considered way over the top — seemed just right. And whatever Ian said, her glasses were sexy. The black frames — along with her dark hair, puckered crimson nipples, and the soft triangle between her legs — punctuated her pale skin.

She fluffed up her hair, looking at herself from one side, then the other. Then, giggling, she lit some candles, turned out the light, and flopped into bed.

Just a quiet night now. She deserved it. A couple of sweet-smelling candles that would burn down soon, a book that wouldn’t keep her awake too long, and no nightgown at all, just the relaxing feeling of fresh sheets on her naked skin. Yawning, she stretched under the covers.

A light tap made her jump. Rolling over, she saw a male face in the window, framed with shadows. Her stomach flipped.

“Ian?” she whispered, sitting up.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Brendan.”

“Knew that.” Diana flushed. Of course it was Brendan. Ian wouldn’t have bothered to knock. Now that he was smiling, the cleft in his chin made it clear. “I, uh, I’m not really dressed.” She held the covers to her chest, aware that her nipples were starting to harden under the cool sheets.

Brendan’s smile broadened. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He started to turn around, branches rustling below him. Diana began to laugh. It was a little ridiculous, she had to admit.

“Don’t leave,” she called softly.

Swinging easily through the window, Brendan landed on the floor and walked right over to her bed. Diana realized she was gawking at him, no better than her open-mouthed friends at graduation. His easy grace, his total confidence, the way his tank top and boxers clung to his muscled body.

“Just came to say congrats. With a little more privacy. You were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks.” Blushing, she nodded, self-conscious now as Brendan sat down on her bed. The mattress sank under his weight. Diana noticed a brown paper bag in his hand. Her skin began to tingle, aware of his long body close to hers. He put his hand on her knee, and the tingles turned into prickles.

“Good book?”

Diana glanced down at the open book still in her hand. “I couldn’t really tell you. I’m just too excited to sleep,” she confessed.

“Yeah?”

Brendan was rubbing her knee gently through the covers. Heat poured outward from his touch.

“You know.” Her voice caught. “It’s been such a busy night. A lot of people and attention and now— I guess I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Brendan squeezed her knee. “I heard I was here this morning,” he said softly. “Figured I should make it true.”

So Ian had given him the rundown. Diana wondered just how much he’d shared. Of course, he’d told her at the beginning that he and his brother didn’t have any secrets from each other. She shook her head. “My mom wanted you to stay for breakfast. She was probably hoping to talk your ear off.”

“Any time.” Brendan leaned in, the paper bag crackling, and tipped up her chin. Startled, she opened her lips to his. He’d caught her off-guard, but his warm mouth felt so good that she couldn’t think any further.

“Brendan, I— oh.” She broke off when his tongue slipped into her mouth. She could taste the faint overlay of beer on his breath. He’d definitely been out. And what about Ian? Deftly, Brendan took the book out of her hand, unhooked her glasses and set them on her desk without breaking the kiss. One large hand massaged its way over her bare shoulders. Of their own accord, her hands wandered to his hair.

“You taste good, Di,” he murmured.

“So do you.” Flustered, she pulled back and glanced down at the bed. The covers were sliding down her breasts, but there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up in front of Brendan. “What’s in the bag?”

“Your graduation present. From both of us.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Now she was really feeling hot. “I thought you guys were going to take me out.”

“That’s the second part.” He grinned at her. “This is the first part.” Her skin popped into goosebumps from the cool night air and the suggestion in his smile. When his eyes traveled down her body appreciatively, she realized that the covers were slipping further over the swells of her round globes. She stared at the brown paper bag in his hand, looking so innocent and making her so nervous about what might be inside. “Now close your eyes and open your hand.”

Good thing this was Brendan, because she’d never risk doing that with Ian. Who wasn’t here.

Slowly, she closed her eyes. She opened her hand.

Something smooth and narrow pressed into her palm. Her fingers closed over a firm, slender shape: bulging in the middle, tapered at one end, flared at the other.

“Whatisthis?” Her eyes popped open.

Brendan started to laugh. “Something you’ll like.” He began rubbing her leg again, sending a shiver through her.

Diana turned the shiny pink silicone over in her hand, perplexed. She recognized the material, at least. “A weird, less-satisfying dildo?”

“Try again. I don’t think it’ll be less satisfying.” A teasing smile played over his face. And Diana couldn’t believe she’d gotten to the point with Brendan where she could talk about these things with him.

She peered at the toy again — it had to be some kind of toy — feeling very naive. It didn’t look completely unfamiliar. Yes…she had seen a shape like this when she bought her dildo online, scrolling through the website with her fantasies spiraling out of control — in the dead of night, of course, while procrastinating on a paper. Suddenly, she knew.

“Oh my God. Brendan—”

They’d bought her a butt plug. Why did they— How could they— She forced herself to stare right at Brendan’s amused hazel eyes, embarrassment and excitement running down her body. “I don’t believe you guys. Is this a joke?”

“Completely serious, Di. Ian told me how much you liked having your ass played with.”

“That was private,” Diana blurted, her cheeks even warmer.

“It was?” Brendan paused his hand on her thigh, his eyebrows raised. He didn’t look bothered; just surprised.

Diana ran a hand through her messy hair, staring at the toy in her hand. Ian obviously hadn’t considered it private. Why should she care?

“Where is he, anyway?”

“Out. Do you want him here too?” Brendan was already reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“Not necessary,” Diana said quickly. “Don’t bother.” Her head spun. She shouldn’t have thought Ian’s visit meant anything. They’d talked, he’d spent the night. So what? And her body ached with Brendan sitting close by on her mattress, confusing her thoughts. That wasn’t just amusement in his half-lidded eyes, traveling over her exposed shoulders and creamy cleavage; lust smoked from his gaze. She was starting to wonder if she was in over her head. Out of her depth with the twins. But when hadn’t she been? She could handle this. She was determined to.

“Whatever you want, sweetness.” The slight smile on Brendan’s face sent a sudden rush of need between her legs. What she wanted right now was his hand, gently squeezing her thigh through the covers, to find her bare skin and go straight to her hot center. But he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. “You’re really cute, Di, you know that?”

“Uh — so are you.” And everything she’d already done with Brendan — and Ian — didn’t make it any easier for her to form words right now. Shyly, she reached out to squeeze his knee in return. Like it was a signal he’d been waiting for, Brendan’s warm hands on her shoulders eased her back onto the bed. Climbing over her, he straddled her hips. His dimpled grin sent pulses of excitement down her body. Diana moaned softly when he peeled back the covers and cupped her full breasts, arching her back towards his touch.

“So sexy,” he whispered. “You’ve needed this all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, whimpering a little when he easily rolled her rosy nipples between his fingers.

“Did it feel good to be in front of everyone, Di?”

She flushed. It was such a personal question. Brendan was massaging her breasts now, his large palms taking possession of her full globes.

“Scary,” she said honestly. Her breath caught when he gently pinched her nipples. “But yeah, really good.”

“It was such a turn-on to see you up there.” One warm hand slid from her heavy breast to her smooth belly, cupping the slight softness right below her navel. She flushed, from the pleasure of his touch and a little self-consciousness about her soft flesh so close to his hard body. Brendan seemed to notice and squeezed her belly more firmly. “Ian and I both thought so.”

“Really?” Diana tried to give him a skeptical look, but it wasn’t easy to do while melting under his hands. “In my cap and gown that covered everything?”

“Oh yeah.” Bending over her, he kissed her neck. “Talking about the three of us. That’s what it was, right, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. Brendan’s warm tongue was teasing her ear now.

“Good. ‘Cause we’ve just gotten started. We have so much more to show you.”

“Like — a butt plug?” Just saying the words sent a hot flush of embarrassment and arousal down her body, but she couldn’t help laughing at the same time.

“Mm-hm. Ian wants to fuck your ass, Di.”

For a second, she was speechless. “Ian isn’t here,” she whispered once she got her voice back. “Is it your job to talk for him?”

Brendan chuckled softly. “Sometimes.”

Before she could ask, the covers fell to the floor, pulled or kicked off, leaving all her soft curves on display. Brendan was stretching out on her narrow mattress, pulling her close, and all she wanted now was to feel his warm palms everywhere. Her hands found his thick hair, tugging. As he massaged her naked curves, easing apart her quivering thighs, heat flooded her skin.

She cried out when Brendan’s hand slipped between her legs, stroking her warm valley. His face lit up when his fingers found her creamy heat. As he explored, fingertips gently spread her wet lips, opening her pussy to his touch.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly as his finger sank into her tight cunt. “Brendan—”

“Just like that, Di,” he said reassuringly. More fullness stretched her opening. He must have added a second finger. Lust washed over her body in waves. She didn’t want him to stop, couldn’t let him stop. When he pulled his fingers out of her juicy pussy, she grabbed his wrist. Then she gasped when something slender and firm slid without warning into her cunt.

“You’re dripping wet, baby,” Brendan whispered soothingly. Before she could protest — though she wasn’t sure she wanted to protest — assured fingers closed over her clit, teasing the hard pearl as he coated the plug in her hot juices. God, she was completely naked and exposed to Brendan, pressing her forehead against his cotton-covered chest, shivering as his boxers rubbed her bare legs.

“Do you want this, Di? Do you want me to fill your sexy ass?”

“Yes,” she breathed, clutching his tank top. Yes was all she could think right now. Yes to Brendan’s sensuous hand between her legs, yes to his deep voice whispering in her ear, yes to her tingling ass being filled, and yes to Brendan’s hard body getting naked as soon as possible. When her hands found the heavy bulge in his boxers, tugging at his waistband while she squeezed and fondled his erection, he sighed with pleasure. His mouth moved to her neck, nibbling the tender skin. Diana shuddered, bucking against his patient fingers on her clit and the unyielding toy in her pussy.

“Ian left these last night, didn’t he?” he murmured, nudging her hickeys with his tongue. Heat bloomed all the way down her body. She wrapped an arm around his back, biting down a moan.

“Who else?” she managed to whisper.

Brendan groaned softly into her neck, nuzzling the smooth skin. “Hot. He told me how good you felt, Di.”

“He did?” she whispered. God, the thought of Ian going over last night’s details with his brother pissed her off…it should have pissed her off…but right now, it only turned her on. No doubt Brendan would tell Ian everything that was happening right now… Jesus, this was crazy… She moaned in protest when Brendan gave her tingling pussy a final squeeze and eased the plug from her soaked cunt.

Warm hands turned her onto her stomach, rubbing the goosebumps away from her skin. By the time Brendan’s palms worked their way down over the generous curve of her hips, her ass arched towards him of its own accord. Fingers squeezed her creamy thighs, then spread her cheeks open, exposing all her intimate parts.

“Brendan…” she whispered.

“Are you embarrassed, Di?” he murmured, rubbing her full cheeks.

She didn’t want to admit it. She wouldn’t admit it. They’d already done so much, and her pussy was dripping onto her sheets, hot and needy, and she didn’t want him to stop—

“Yeah,” she breathed, pressing her face into the covers. “I kind of am.”

Brendan let go of her ass. There was a long pause. Diana was just getting up the courage to roll her face away from her pillow when a sudden smack on one cheek made her jump, her ass quivering and her body tightening in shock.

“Brendan?” She peered over her shoulder to make sure this wasn’t actually Ian. He spanked her other cheek, and to her amazement, she relaxed.

“Good girl,” he said softly. “This will help. Relax into it.”

Diana couldn’t believe it, but as Brendan kept spanking her firmly, it did help. It was crazy, and hot, and kind of hilarious. And it felt so good to give in and let him do it. She couldn’t keep her giggles back. Brendan pinned her firmly in place, his free arm on her waist, as she squirmed and shook with laughter. His own soft chuckles met her ears.

“Ssshhh, baby,” he murmured. Her ass was getting warmer and warmer as his palm alternated between her creamy round cheeks. “You don’t want to wake your parents.”

Before she could pant out an answer, something firm and slim pressed inexorably into her rosebud. Brendan was still spanking her, and she didn’t any choice but to accept the intrusion. Her ass squeezed down on the plug, slick with her own juices and sliding smoothly into her velvety tightness, deeper than Ian’s finger had been and getting wider and wider as Brendan slowly penetrated her sensitive ass. It felt so wrong, and so right, and so wrong again, and oh…it was all the way in. Assured hands were easing her onto her back, finding the heat and wetness between her legs, even as she squirmed against the mix of pleasure and discomfort.

And gasped as warm skin pressed against hers. Brendan was naked now. He must have taken his clothes off before he started spanking her. She could just see the planes of his shoulders, the swells of his arms, in the faint light from the guttering candles. His tank top and boxers lay on her desk. More lust washed over her from the weight of his sleek body.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. But her cunt was thrusting toward his hand, soaked with need and begging for his touch. She buried her face in the bulk of his shoulder.

“Give it a minute, Di,” Brendan whispered reassuringly. “Open your pussy to me.”

Oh God, he was rubbing her clit firmly in circles, taking possession of her swollen lips. Her ass tingled and quivered around the solid plug. Craving built deep inside her, the slight burning in her ass turning to fiery pleasure.

“Brendan…Ian,” she moaned, in a daze. “I want Ian too.”

“Then I’ll get him, baby,” Brendan whispered. One hand left her soft curves, reaching toward the floor. He moved against her, massaging her dripping pussy, as he retrieved his phone. A bright screen shone through the dimness. Diana caught the words: shes asking for you

Then she cried out as the phone dropped to the floor and lips closed over one puckered nipple, sucking the tender bud so sweetly that she could barely believe the same twin had filled her tight ass with the plug she now clenched and fluttered around. As she arched her back toward Brendan’s mouth, a finger slid into her soaked cunt.

“Your little pussy’s so tight and hot, Di,” he murmured into her breast, licking all over the voluptuous globe in a way that made her pant and grab his hair. “You’re going to feel incredible on my cock.”

“Brendan, please…” She didn’t mind begging with Brendan. His smiles and soft touches coaxed it out of her. He kissed her between her breasts. His fingertip teased her moist opening, and she shuddered.

“More?”

“Yes…please…”

Another finger entered her pussy. Oooohhh…so good…but not enough.

“More,” she whispered. Brendan engulfed her other nipple with his warm mouth. She almost jumped at the sharpness of a third large finger stretching her tight pussy. Sometimes, unsure in the dark and excitement, she’d wondered how many fingers one twin or the other had inside of her, but her incredibly full cunt didn’t leave any doubt: this was the first time she’d taken three.

“Ooh…” she whimpered.

“Relax, Di,” Brendan murmured. “You asked for more because you needed more. You can handle this.”

Slowly, she relaxed around Brendan’s fingers, her satiny pussy flexing and quivering around him. And oh God, feeling the plug in her ass at the same time… He was right. She’d been longing for this, waiting for it, needing it.

She sighed at the satisfyingly full feeling. Brendan lifted his head from her breasts and smiled up at her. “Good?”

“Yes.”

His thumb wandered over her slick valley, caressing her lips lightly, now and then brushing her clit. Sparks of fire shot through Diana’s crotch. She rubbed against Brendan’s hand, her ass flexing around the plug, reaching for release. A strong hand on her hip cut her movements short.

“Don’t you want to save it for Ian? You wanted him here too.”

“Dammit, Brendan…” She tried to thrust her swollen cunt against his fingers, but he held her firmly in place.

“I know you can wait, sweetness. He’s going to want to feel you come when he fucks your ass.”

Oh my God. Who was really in charge here?

“Please let me come, Brendan.” Juices trickled from her pussy. He hadn’t stopped lightly stroking her wet and aroused flesh.

“Soon.”

“What about you? Can you wait too?” she whispered.

She regretted saying it as soon as she saw the mischievous smile flash across Brendan’s face. For a second, he looked so exactly like his brother, it was disorienting. Then warm lips captured her mouth as his fingers slid from her soaked cunt. One muscular leg parted hers. Before she knew it, her pussy was slowly opening under the insistent pressure of his rounded head. No way could he fit right now — Diana gasped into his kiss as his thick cock sank into her pussy.

“Guess I can’t.” He kissed her neck.

Diana moaned softly. If she’d felt full before, this was another level altogether. She could just barely handle the sensations of Brendan’s cock, plumbing her pussy slow but deep, and the firm plug nestled in her ass. Gripping his shoulders, she shifted under his weight, trying to angle her hips so it wouldn’t be so intense, but Brendan just kissed her again and cupped her round ass, squeezing the creamy skin as he pulled her even closer. Diana’s cunt spasmed with need, and oh God, fiery ripples in her ass. It was all blending together. Hot pulses of pleasure threatened to overtake her as she wriggled against Brendan’s hard body, doing her best to thrust back. Brendan held her firmly while he fucked her, his soft sounds of pleasure buzzing against her ear. Her cunt rippled around his cock, spasming again when he changed his angle, and he let out a grunt of enjoyment.

Whimpers left her mouth, flowing together in a long sob of desire. She was moving with him now, and it was all feeling better…and better… “Brendan, I’m so close,” she moaned.

Immediately, he pulled out of her slickness, arching his body back and swiftly climbing over her.

“What?” Diana gasped. “What are you—”

Warm flesh rubbed against her lips. Brendan had straddled her so fast she hadn’t realized what was happening. Tossed on waves of pure lust, Diana could only open her mouth to take in his hot cock. Oh yes. He tasted delicious. Her whole body was buzzing. Eagerly, she lapped her own cream off his thick, veined shaft, wrapping her fingers around the base. Brendan was moaning now too, thrusting his hips toward her face and gasping when her excited tongue found the sensitive spot on the underside of his head.

“Oh, sweet baby,” he groaned. Diana shuddered with need. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

Shock and arousal washed over her body. Ian had called her a slut plenty of times, even a hot bitch, but Brendan had never gotten that dirty. His words tightened her nipples. God, her full breasts, her dripping pussy, her tingling ass, her whole body, everything was crying out for attention. But she was so focused on the cock in her hands and mouth, she couldn’t bear to pull one hand away to touch herself. Instead, she sucked harder, opening her soft lips to take in more of Brendan’s shaft.

“Oh yeah, beautiful. That’s it. Take me deep.”

Oh God, he was filling her mouth, it was too much, but she licked his velvety rod as fast as she could, responding to his pants and cries. She had to admit, it was beyond sexy the way Brendan crumbled when she sucked his cock. His silken balls filled her hand with warm weight, his pulsing shaft was thick and satisfying in her mouth. Suddenly, hot fluid bathed her cheeks and flooded her tongue. Brendan kept thrusting, moaning, until with one final twitch he withdrew his cock from her mouth and smiled down at her. Diana sighed with relief as his large hands cradled her face, massaging her aching jaw.

“So good, Di,” he murmured.

“Brendan, please…” she whispered, arching her back toward him.

Thankfully, he stretched out next to her again, pulling her close. A cry left her mouth when his fingers met her needy cunt. Her ass quivered around the plug.

“How do you feel, baby?” His lips brushed hers.

“I need to come,” she gritted.

“When Ian gets here. You asked for him.”

Brendan’s self-satisfied grin, dimples marking both his cheeks, just stoked her furious need. How dare he tease her like this after he’d come deep in her mouth? Panting, she dug her nails into his broad back and scratched, hard.

Brendan’s eyebrows shot up. “Easy, Di.”

Before she knew it, he’d captured both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, against the wall by her pillow. She tugged, but she couldn’t free herself. Brendan’s other hand roamed over her body, cupping one heavy breast soothingly. God, she was so alive to every touch from him, and it was just like Brendan to have to run the show, and this was beyond unfair and unbelievably hot at the same time. When she tried to thrust against his hand, sure fingers pinched her nipple, crushing the tight bud.

“Brendan!” she gasped. “Why are you being so mean?”

“Be patient, baby.” He tickled her flushed skin, and she moaned.

“You’re worse than Ian.”

“Maybe.”

“Brendan, I need you now,” she pleaded.

“You’re gorgeous like this, Di.” His warm palm roamed to her other breast, knowingly caressing her sensitive flesh. Heat suffused her body, from her face to her feet. She whimpered, tugging again against his restraining hand, but he held firm. Lips met hers in a comforting kiss, and her buzzing crotch clenched, her pussy around nothing and her ass around the plug. “So ready to be fucked. So ready to ‘surprise yourself.'” Diana shivered at the quote from her own graduation speech. “So ready to take everything me and Ian can give you.”

As Brendan buried her whine in another kiss, branches creaked outside. Diana stiffened, pulling her wrists against his hand again, but Brendan just deepened the kiss. Finally, as the scraping sounds got louder, closer, at her window now, he released her.

A body crouched in the window frame. Ian dropped to the floor like a cat. Diana expected him to tease her about lying naked in his brother’s arms, panting and flushed and on the brink of coming, but his eyes just raked over her. His shirt flew onto her desk. His shorts and boxers shot to the floor. Shoes thudded against the carpet. Diana moaned at the sight of his bunched muscles, tensed and ready to pounce.

“Brendan hasn’t let you come yet, has he?” His voice was low and intent.

Diana didn’t bother answering. Her quivering body was enough of a response. She just looked up into his eyes, slitted with lust, and made a silent plea.

Leaping onto the bed, he dove between Diana’s legs. A hot demanding tongue crashed into her clit. Diana’s head whipped to the side, and she stifled a cry of shock and pleasure in Brendan’s shoulder. There was nothing gentle about the way Ian was licking her pussy. His tongue lashed her clit again and again. Total overload…she’d thought the people and noise and excitement tonight were overwhelming, but they were nothing compared to the desperate, almost painful pleasure building between her legs. When he stopped licking for half a second, she didn’t know whether to thank him or kill him. Then firm lips closed around her engorged clit, sucking so hard the bed dropped out from under her.

“Ian! Jesus!” she gasped.

As her thighs clasped Ian’s head, Brendan’s hands closed over her breasts. His solid body pressed against her curves, her own hand clutching his hot cock for dear life, her other hand pulling Ian’s hair, hard. Her mattress creaked and rocked as she bucked her hips against Ian’s tongue. God, any minute now they were all going to tumble onto the floor, but the twins anchored her in place, and just when she was on the brink, gasping, her pussy oozing hot cream onto her sheets, Ian’s mouth eased up. His tongue roamed over her swollen lips, exploring them so intimately that Diana felt completely open and exposed to him. Dammit, she was so close to coming, she couldn’t take it, and when she tried to urge Ian’s head back towards her clit, he just grunted and probed her tight opening with his tongue. Diana’s whole body tensed up at the way the thick muscle tugged at her sensitive entrance, pushing against her moist flesh. Insistent hands squeezed her ass cheeks, forcing the soft globes apart. When his fingers found the flared end of the plug nestled in her ass, he growled into her cunt.