The Boys Next Door

Shower steam fogged the mirror. Diana had just rubbed it clear, but she wiped it again with her palm, peering at herself through the humid heat. It was Saturday night. She’d graduated two days ago. For the first time in her life, school didn’t hang over her head. Sure, college loomed on the horizon in August, but it was far, far away. The future looked as hazy as the mist on the mirror, blurring the familiar heart-shaped face and wide blue eyes and dark hair dripping with water.

She was okay with that. Right now, anything could happen.

Friday morning, she’d woken up alone. Music drifted through her open window: mellow, from a distance, but loud enough to wake her. She stretched, burying her yawn in her pillow. Her bare curves, tangled up in her covers, felt sore in the best kind of way. She wasn’t sure why her pussy and ass were throbbing, a little uncomfortable but so very good, but oh shit, it was a weekday morning, and she had to get to school right now.

Half-awake, she stumbled out of bed, scrabbling frantically on her desk for her books with one hand and her glasses with the other while it dawned on her that she was completely naked. Then her hand met the crunch of a paper bag, full and heavy, and she stopped short.

Soft rhythmic thuds pulled her attention outside. Diana blinked at the twins’ Jeep, empty and parked in the O’Brians’ wide driveway. Music poured from the car.

A lone twin dribbled a basketball on the concrete, the ball leaving his hand with precision and sailing through the net. The rising sun lit his ragged gray tshirt and drawstring shorts, already damp with patches of sweat, and outlined the constant motion of his sleek muscles.

Feeling like a spy, Diana watched Ian while he thought no one was watching him. It was too far to see the freckle, but she didn’t doubt which twin had gotten up before the world was awake. She knew that look of concentration on his face. She’d seen it last night, twisting over her shoulder to look up at him as he —

Oh God. Last night. Graduation night.

She gripped the edge of her desk as her body clenched. She honestly couldn’t believe how far she’d gone with the boys next door. She wouldn’t, except that her whole crotch ached deliciously, her thighs were sticky with the twins’ cum and her own cream, her skin remembered thick cocks taking her past anything she’d expected to handle, and there on her desk, next to her graduation speech about ‘surprising yourself,’ lay the paper bag Brendan had brought over, rustling gently in the breeze from the open window. He must have put everything back inside: the plug, the lube.

Outside, the ball flew through the hoop again and again, the swift motions of Ian’s body sending prickles down her own full curves. Jesus, she was naked and scented with sex right now, ogling Ian in a totally private moment while the neighborhood was asleep. And now he was stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt and throwing it onto the grass.

Seeing Ian so focused, half-naked, without that cocky grin he always showed the world — goosebumps pricked Diana’s skin in the cool morning air. Right this minute, she could climb out of her room. Clamber down the big tree outside her window, completely naked. Let the branches scrape her bare curves, skin her knees on the ground, and jump Ian in his driveway, now panting and slick with sweat.

She’d catch him off-guard. Take him by surprise. Tease him into wrestling her soft body on the O’Brians’ landscaped front lawn, covering her with hickeys in front of the sleeping neighborhood while he fondled and squeezed her exaggerated curves. Then he’d roll her over on her hands and knees, grass pressing against her skin, and drive his hot cock right into her soaked core, grunting as he fucked her hard and fast…

.

Ian really had dropped to the grass, his muscles flexing now through a series of furious pushups. Diana had eyed the twins in their driveway plenty of times while she told herself she was studying: Brendan and Ian shooting hoops, tinkering with their car, yelling and laughing and trash-talking with other guys, preferably all shirtless. This was different. Her whole crotch ached deliciously, begging her hand to snake between her legs and stroke her tingling lips. She bent over her desk, opening her thighs just a little and pressing her heavy breasts against the hard surface…oh yes.

“Please, Ian,” she whispered. It felt so good to plead. She could feel his hands grip her thighs, holding them open as he stared at the warm cream trickling from her eager cunt. “I need you, Ian.”

Just a few strokes and her clit was a hard pearl under her fingers. Her thighs trembled, her puckered nipples begged to be pinched, and as Ian took her over and over on the damp grass, Brendan would emerge from the O’Brians’ house because he just knew something was going on, sleepy and sexy in his boxers, rubbing his hazel eyes. He’d murmur that he knew exactly what else she needed, feeding her his meaty erection. And Ian would pull out of her pussy as she moaned in protest, her mouth full of his brother, and firmly, patiently work his thick cock into her ass just like he had last night, sure fingers finding her clit as he pumped his hard rod inexorably between her quivering cheeks.

Her shrieks around Brendan’s cock would wake the whole neighborhood, and God, everyone would watch her get fucked by the twins and she wanted them to see…

As her juicy cunt clamped down on her fingers, an engine turned over outside. Moaning, Diana watched through half-closed eyes, her naked body quivering in a frantic orgasm, as Ian leaned back in the driver’s seat, his eyes closed. Then the Jeep disappeared down the block.

*******

The peal of the doorbell brought her back to the steamy bathroom. Her parents’ enthusiastic voices carried up from downstairs, giving the twins a big welcome.

Picking her up had been Brendan’s bright idea. Diana didn’t understand why, exactly, she couldn’t walk through her front door under her own steam and meet the twins at their car, twenty yards away. But her phone had buzzed Friday afternoon, right in the middle of coffee with her friends. She’d been in a fog all day, walking around with a silly grin on her face and trying not to shift position too obviously on her still-tender ass.

Brendan’s deep voice on the phone as she stepped outside the coffeeshop, all concern, his soft, knowing questions about how she was feeling and if she’d slept okay, had just made her already-soaked panties even wetter. Diana found herself agreeing when he told her to be ready at 9:30 Saturday night and to dress sexy.

“What’s Ian up to?” she asked casually — she hoped.

“At the gym. He’s been there awhile. Why, you want him to call you later, Di?” The tease in Brendan’s voice surprised her. Ian was the tease, not Brendan.

“No,” she’d said quickly. “No. I’ll just see you guys tomorrow night.”

“Diana!” Her father’s voice boomed up the stairs. “The twins are here!”

Extra makeup? Check. Black pencil lined her wide blue eyes, blush highlighted her already flushed cheeks, and her dark lipstick made her look a good few years older. Hair ready? She tousled her black locks, still wet from the shower, her bangs swept to the side. As she hurried down to the living room, glasses on and purse swinging over her shoulder, two pairs of hazel eyes glanced towards the stairs, bringing the blood to her face

She’d decided on a dress that had hung in the back of her closet for a year. A dress she’d bought because she had to own it, but never expected to wear outside her own bedroom: bright red, sleeveless and tight, hugging every curve and amping up her figure way beyond pinup girl territory. The deep scoop neck showed a generous view of her creamy cleavage, the little belt cinched her slim waist, and the fabric clung to the swell of her ass and hips. She kept her jean jacket on and buttoned up, though the night was warm, so her parents wouldn’t guess the twins were taking her anywhere less than G-rated.

Brendan’s dimpled smile tightened her stomach. Ian just nodded to her, but his gaze burned right through her jacket to her full breasts straining against the denim. Why didn’t you call, she wanted to ask, but her cheeks were on fire now and she prayed her parents wouldn’t notice.

Fortunately, her mother was busy pressing lemonade on everyone and interrogating the twins about their social lives, their business school majors, their fraternity, their life ambitions, and their thoughts on the world at large. Her father wanted to discuss basketball in-depth, even though Diana had never seen him watch a game except at the O’Brians’.

Brendan answered their questions smoothly while Ian stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his lemonade, nodding at the right times. He and his brother had clearly agreed beforehand that Brendan would do all the talking.

“We’re just taking her out for ice cream,” Brendan was saying now, his voice reassuring. Diana had to tear her eyes away from his broad shoulders, filling out his blue striped button-down shirt, only to land on Ian in his black muscle tee, leaning against the mantel.”We know how hard Diana’s worked the past four years. She told us it means so much to her, the way you’ve supported her all this time.” Jesus. This was laying it on thick, even for Brendan.

“Well, she has a very bright future.” That from her father, while her mother was exclaiming, “Did you know Diana’s going off to Yale with almost a full semester of credits? And she was editor-in-chief of the literary magazine, and she won a national science award for—”

“Mom, school’s out,” Diana interrupted. And while Brendan was agreeing that yes, Diana had lots of talents, she chanced a glance at Ian, who just looked back at her innocently.

“Lots of talents,” he whispered. “I’ll give you something to put on your resume.”

Her snort of laughter was loud enough for the room to hear, and now both her parents were watching them.

“Brendan, you’re driving, right?” Her mother shot a concerned look in Ian’s direction. “Ian, your mother was telling me about your license being suspended—”

“Mom,” Diana gritted.

“That was back in high school, Mrs. Cooper.” Ian knocked back the rest of his lemonade. Diana tried to catch his eye, maybe share a smile, but he wasn’t looking at her now.

“Of course I’m driving.” Brendan held up the keys, jangling them to announce his squeaky-clean record. “Don’t worry.” He gave Diana’s mother a winning smile and shook her father’s hand. “We’ll have her back safe and sound.” He shepherded Diana out the front door, Ian following, while her parents waved and her mom gave Diana a look she could only interpret as, Think about that Brendan, will you? He’s really a nice boy.

As soon as the front door closed, Brendan tossed the keys to his brother. Ian caught them one-handed.

“Get us there fast, bro,” Brendan said under his breath.

Before Diana knew it, she was riding shotgun, Brendan relaxed in the back, and Ian peeled away from the curb, tires squealing.

“Jesus, Ian,” Diana gasped. “My parents—” She twisted over her shoulder, sure she’d see their horrified faces at the front window. The smell of burning rubber filled the air.

“Too late.” Ian let out a whoop, cranked up the stereo, and spun the wheel, careening around a corner.

Diana grabbed the handle above the door and glanced back at Brendan — smiling and unconcerned, one arm stretched along the back seat. How could he not be completely freaked out by his brother’s driving? And Ian was rolling down all the windows, letting the thudding bass rock the neighborhood.

Doors opened as people came to see what the noise was about, shaking their heads when they recognized the Jeep. Ian waved at them all. “Diana Cooper? Is that you?” a neighbor called from the corner, and she managed a thumbs-up just as Ian stepped on the gas.

“Holy shit,” she croaked over the throttle of the engine. This was…this was…fun. In a completely terrifying way. The wheels bumped over the road, sending reverberations through Diana’s body. The bass vibrated her skin. Waking her up, making her very aware of her crotch rubbing against the passenger seat, her nipples hardening under her jacket, the seatbelt restraining her.

But she couldn’t keep back a yelp when Ian bounced the car right over a pothole. A soothing hand found her neck. From behind, Brendan stroked her hair.

“You smell good, Di,” he said reassuringly. “I like your perfume.” One finger slipped under the collar of her jean jacket, and her thighs clenched.

“Ian’s going to get us all killed,” she moaned.

“Not a chance. You trust us, right, Di?”

Her face went hot. Her everything went hot. She wasn’t likely to forget gasping out that she trusted the twins while Brendan fucked her just-deflowered pussy more deeply than she could have thought possible and Ian licked and squeezed her aroused body. Sweat pooled under her arms, but she didn’t have the nerve to slip off her jacket yet.

“I — yeah, I trust you,” she murmured, shivering when Brendan’s fingers found her collarbone. She couldn’t help letting out a sigh at his touch on her smooth skin, so close to the top of her firm breast. When the sound escaped her mouth, a warm hand landed on her bare knee, inching up toward her bright red dress. Ian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, that little smirk on his face, and a shudder ran through her body. She was starting to get wet. Right there in the car, her legs were opening to Ian’s touch, her shoulders were arching back towards Brendan’s hand, and she just wanted the two of them to unbutton her jacket and strip everything off —

Then the air flew out of her in a gasp when Ian ran a stop sign.

“Eyes on the road,” she snapped.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ian’s fingers burned a path up her leg, sliding under her hem. Brendan’s chuckle from the back seat, his fingers tangled in her hair, only fired up her nervous excited irritation.

“And both hands on the wheel.” God, she did sound like a priss, just like Ian had accused her the night everything started.

Ian immediately took his other hand off the steering wheel.

“Ian!” She screeched.

“Scared you?” He smiled evilly, gave her leg a squeeze, and dropped his hand back on the wheel.

Jesus Christ, what was going on? This wasn’t the Ian who had taken her ass two nights ago, with infinite patience, murmuring sweet words as she relaxed and opened to him. Or maybe it was. But she knew that reckless grin on Ian’s face.

Back when they were kids, the twins had convinced her to climb up on the O’Brians’ roof. Workers had left a tall ladder leaning against the house. The sloping tiles had terrified Diana, but she was determined to prove she wasn’t a scaredy cat. If the twins were going somewhere, she wanted to go there too. And though both twins had been perched up high, Brendan encouraging her to climb while Ian teased her that he bet she couldn’t do it, Ian was the one who’d worn a sling after he fractured his collarbone tumbling into the bushes; Ian was the one who got grounded by his parents for a month because he’d convinced Diana to climb up there too; Ian was the one with the consequences. The next day, doing homework in her room, Diana had spotted Ian silently climbing up the ladder and pulling himself, one-armed, back onto the roof. It had been ten years ago, but when he’d caught her eye, that reckless grin was the same. And as scared as she’d felt for him, she couldn’t help grinning back.

A nudge on her thigh brought her back to the speeding Jeep. Ian’s finger teased the edge of her panties.

“Stick your head out the window, Diana,” Ian urged. “Just do it.”

A faceful of wind hit her. She didn’t dare look at the speedometer. Her wet hair blew everywhere, whipping her cheeks, turning into a total mess in seconds. She could barely see, the world was hurtling by, and all she could do was laugh. Hysterically. It felt like getting high with her friends, but crazier, the rush and the speed and the wind pulling her out of control, Brendan’s hand slipping further down her jacket to toy with her bra strap and fondle the beginning of her round globe, Ian’s hand inching up her bright red dress, so close to her hot center—

“Are you ready to get wild, Diana?” Ian yelled over the wind.

“Wild?” She pushed her tousled hair out of her eyes. “Like how wild?”

“Wild.” His grin got bigger.

“Ian—”

“Cop car,” Brendan murmured from the back. His voice was low, but it cut through the screeching guitars and growling vocals. Ian braked sharply, slowing down just until the police car was out of sight. Then he floored the gas again.

“Everyone in this car knows the truth, baby.” Ian’s voice was soft and teasing now. “You’re a bad, bad girl. Tonight’s your night to live it.”

Oh God, Ian’s finger had slipped inside her soaked panties, stroking her moist folds, and she squirmed against his touch, gasping when he nudged her clit. Brendan’s thumb rubbed over her neck. Cars were honking, streetlights streaked by, and the music blaring from the speakers vibrated her whole body.

“We’ll look out for you, Di.” Brendan’s voice managed to be soothing — underneath the beats grinding out of the stereo. She couldn’t help arching her back to get more contact with his hand, her thighs spreading wider to Ian’s teasing finger. “You can do whatever you want tonight. But we have a lot of ideas.”

Sweet Jesus, what did that even mean? But what came out of her mouth was, “Just tonight?”

“Attagirl,” Ian muttered. Those hazel eyes flicked constantly between Diana’s curves and the road, pricking her skin with hot need as the car roared over asphalt. She didn’t dare tease him back while he was driving like a maniac — but it was so tempting. She couldn’t resist running just one fingertip over the hard bulge in his jeans. The strangled sound Ian made, his free hand tightening on the wheel, was all the invitation she needed to squeeze his cock fully. She could feel her juices trickling over his fingers.

“So, Di.” She could hear the grin in Brendan’s voice too, and the arousal beneath it. His hand dipped further into her jacket, stroking her breast right where it began to swell out from her chest. “What kind of ice cream did you get?”

*******

They were downtown. Lights and noise from the street spilled into the parking lot. Diana’s stomach clenched, nervous and excited, as Ian shoved the keys in his pocket — jeez, he hadn’t even put a seatbelt on — and jumped out of the Jeep. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to get herself under control, and smoothed down her wind-tousled hair. Better check her makeup — oh, she needed more lipstick. She was stalling, she knew. Behind her, she heard Brendan’s door swing open.

On an impulse, Diana took off her black-rimmed glasses and slipped them into the pocket of her jean jacket. Then she sucked in a deep breath and shrugged the denim off her shoulders. The night was hot and sticky, but as the fabric slid over her skin, goosebumps pricked her bare arms and exposed cleavage.

Warm hands closed over hers, helping her out of the car. She squinted, trying to bring the fuzzed edges of the scene into focus. The streetlights were haloed now, the neon softened. She could see, but everything was slightly blurred outside a certain radius, hazed over, making it less real.

But there was no mistaking the delighted smile that spread over Brendan’s face as she straightened up, or Ian’s hungry stare. Oh God, did she ever feel naked, out in the open air without her glasses and jacket. Two pairs of hazel eyes traveled over the dark hair brushing her bare shoulders, the low-cut neckline that outlined her creamy swells and deep cleavage, the pop of the bright red dress against her pale skin, the clinging fabric that showed off her rounded hips and ass and stopped well above her knees to expose smooth skin that hadn’t seen the light of day or night in years. Her high heels lengthened her whole body and thrust her breasts forward even more.

“Let’s go,” she managed, her throat dry. When Brendan’s hand found her back, guiding her firmly across the concrete, and Ian dropped a casual arm over her shoulders like it just happened to be there, she tried to breathe normally.

Heads actually swiveled to follow them on the bustling sidewalk. No surprise — tall, bronzed, and athletic, the twins probably attracted attention wherever they went. But when Diana let herself look up, out, and around, she flushed at all the eyes on her face and curves. It wasn’t just the twins turning heads as the three of them walked past busy restaurants and bars. People were actually checking her out. Men, women — some furtively, some appreciatively.

As they crossed the street, the twins’ casual touches burning her skin, a group of college-age guys passed by, their heads whipping around to stare at Diana like they’d coordinated it: one, two, three. And instead of staring straight ahead and pretending not to notice, she looked right back at them, boldly. One guy almost walked into oncoming traffic, the second’s eyes were glued to her creamy cleavage, and the third tried a smile, then narrowly missed tripping on the pavement.

Diana managed to play it cool until they were out of sight. Then she grabbed Brendan’s arm to keep from falling over herself. Her eyes met Ian’s. He just raised his eyebrows.

“You’re walking sex, baby,” he growled softly in her ear. “Better get used to it.” Brendan’s hand closed securely around hers, guiding her toward a line of people that stretched down the sidewalk.

Music pulsed from the front door. Inside, bodies gyrated under flickering lights. The building was practically shaking from bass vibrations, about to explode from a good time.

Diana hesitated. She didn’t do clubs. She was allergic to dancing — public, private, any kind. Three Saturday nights ago, when all her friends had been at prom — ironically, or so they claimed — she’d passed the time pawing through five-dollar vinyl bins at her favorite music store, then headed home to get a jump on her Hamlet paper, and told herself it was exactly how she wanted to spend the evening.

“I don’t have a fake,” she said quickly. And the twins had probably had theirs since they were sixteen.

“You don’t need one.” Brendan’s hand was firm on her shoulder. “It’s eighteen and up. Come on, Di.”

Ian bumped her hip, nudging her forward. Before she knew it, the bouncer waved them to the door, took the money Brendan held out, stamped their hands, and told them to have a good time.

Inside the dark club, the sound — loud enough from the sidewalk outside — almost knocked Diana down. Red and blue lights criss-crossed the darkness, masses of people around her twisted and danced, and music reverberated off the walls. Instinctively, she grabbed both the twins’ hands.

“You think you just graduated, baby,” Ian said in her ear, his voice low but audible over the noise. “This is where your education begins.”

But suddenly, that education looked just out of reach. Her legs refused to move. Leaving her glasses in the car had been a mistake. The dance floor was one big blur. The club was crowded, thick with people. After everything she’d done the past two weeks, this should be easy, right? But she was frozen, rooted to the spot.

“Air,” she whispered. Two sets of hazel eyes looked at her — one pair inviting, the other challenging. They hadn’t heard. “I need some air,” she yelled over the music. Her heart was hammering now, and she couldn’t catch her breath. Dammit, she hadn’t really changed, had she? Still so fucking shy. “I just need to go outside for a minute.” The door was five feet away. She had to get out, now.

“Di.” Brendan’s hand dropped on her shoulder. “No ins and outs under 21.”

“That’s fine. There’s not going to be any in. Just out. And I—”

She broke off, because Brendan was giving Ian a significant look over her head and Ian was nodding.

“Back in a sec,” Brendan said in her ear. He gave her shoulders a firm squeeze and kissed her cheek. His steady touch calmed her — a little. She gripped Ian’s hand, grateful for his tight hold on her palm. “Ian’s going to take care of you. Just trust us, okay, Di?”

She managed one nod. Panic sloshed through her stomach, mixed with embarrassment. Normal people came to places like this to have fun. What the hell was wrong with her? But Ian was grasping both her arms, walking her rapidly over to a quieter spot against the wall, pushing her firmly against the black-painted concrete and holding her there. She gulped for breath. The wall felt so good against her back. Solid. She felt Ian squeeze her shoulders, heard him order her to breathe. She just wanted to relax into his touch, but she was one tight knot from head to toe.

“I’m a freak,” she said despairingly.

“Damn straight you are.” Ian gave her a wry grin. “You’re really weird. See what happens when you study all the time, and never hang out with your friends, and ignore your nice next-door neighbors, and pretend you’re scared of boys when you really want them to fuck you into next week—”

“You wish.” Her face flamed.

His grin widened. “That’s better. Remember your graduation speech?”

“I wrote it for you too,” she blurted.

A pause. Ian cupped the back of her neck, his hand warm against her skin. Diana could barely hear his answer over the floor-shaking bass, but she was pretty sure he said, “Thought so.”

She managed a smile. “There’s a nice library down the block. Too bad they’re closed.”

Ian’s appalled expression was everything she could have hoped for. She started to laugh.

“Ten minutes, Diana.” He leaned close, his voice warm against her ear. Urgent. “Ten minutes here, and if you want to leave after that, we leave. Okay? We go home or get ice cream or go to the fucking library or whatever you want.”

“And Brendan drives?”

Ian shook his head. “Fine. Brendan drives. You’re in charge, baby.”

What a joke. She wasn’t even close to being in charge. But as Ian massaged her neck, tugging her hair lightly, she began to relax. There was no mistaking the concern on his face. But his eyes also traveled the slope of her shoulders and collarbone to the creamy roundness of her cleavage, swelling from her tight red dress. Heat spread out from his gaze. Her stomach unknotted. When she pressed her forehead against Ian’s shoulder, a finger slipped under the strap of her dress, teasing her smooth skin. His touch sent sudden arousal straight between her legs, and now she just wanted him to slide the strap off her shoulder, pull her dress down to expose her full breasts, and—

“Okay.” She nodded quickly. “Ten minutes.”

Swiftly, Ian clapped a hand on her back and maneuvered her through the crowd. He was moving too fast for her to get overwhelmed by the flickering lights and the fuzz of bodies as he pushed through all the people, propelling her to the very center of the dance floor.

“Ten minutes to do whatever me and Brendan say.” That reckless grin was back on his face.

“Hey,” Diana protested. “That wasn’t part of the—”

But muscled arms wrapped around her now. Palms ran up and down her back, catching on the clinging material of her dress. Her head swam. Ian was touching her in public, in a way no one would ever mistake for big-brotherly, and the openness of it sent shudders down her body. People were in motion all around them, jostling. A large hand cupped her ass, squeezing the roundness and pulling her closer.

“Ian—” she gasped.

But at the same time, she was waking up to his rhythm, without even thinking about it. Moving with him. Responding to the music. Pulling him closer, exploring his broad back through that black shirt, digging her fingers into solid muscle when a slap on her ass made her jump. And his hands all over her back, fondling and pinching everywhere they went, were tame compared to some of the grinding couples and groups on the dance floor. Heat spread through her body.

Over his shoulder, she saw a shape that looked like Brendan up at the bar, chatting with all the bartenders. Then he was back, three drinks in hand and his dimples showing. Diana tried to point to the black X on her hand — there was no point in talking over the music — but he just grinned and offered her the biggest glass.

It had to be the sweetest, fruitiest drink imaginable. Orange slices, maraschino cherries, bubbles — you almost couldn’t tell it had alcohol, but she guessed it had plenty. Hard to believe that Brendan had convinced the bartenders it was for him, but she had a feeling Brendan could convince anyone of anything. She gulped the cold liquid, ice meeting her lips and carbonation stinging her tongue. Out of the corner of her eye, each twin knocked back a shot, their heads tipping back with identical movements.

“Slow down, Di.” Brendan rubbed her arm as she swallowed another mouthful. “Just take your time. We’ve got all night.”

But she didn’t want to take her time. She drained the glass, pulled the cherry off its stem with her teeth, and let the sweet burn flood her mouth. Then she reached out both hands to the twins. The floor was sticky with cheap beer, the air smelled like pot, the room was a primal swamp of heat and people. Her hips were actually swiveling to the beat of the music. The fat horns, dirty guitars and thunking drums sent waves of urgency through her body.

And right out in the open, without knowing when it happened, she was sandwiched between muscled males. Brendan must have taken the three glasses away, but she hadn’t even noticed. The twins were dancing — no, grinding on her. Jesus, they were so close to her, both of them, and they weren’t making any secret about it.

A solid chest anchored her back. Warm hands closed over her waist. Brendan said something in her ear from behind, or maybe he was singing along with the music — she really couldn’t tell, because her full breasts kept nuzzling Ian’s chest, her nipples rubbing inescapably against his firm pecs through that black muscle tee. More hands squeezed the flare of her hips, pinching her flesh possessively.

And oh God, both of them were rubbing their crotches on her soft curves, the obvious bulges arousing her so she could hardly breathe.

“You guys—” she panted. “We’re in public.”

“You agreed, baby.” Ian bit her earlobe, and she jerked with excitement against the hard bodies closing her in. “Ten minutes to do things our way.”

Her face was flaming, her whole body was on fire, and the twins — no, the three of them were putting on a total show, and now she was getting as into it as they were. No one noticed anyway, right? No one else cared. The room was dark, the air was thick with sweat and perfume and body odor, and everyone was in motion.

“You’ve worked so hard, haven’t you, Di?” Brendan’s voice caressed her ear. Her neck was damp with sweat. When she wriggled against him, excitement sparking her skin, he pulled her even closer, his thick erection pressing firmly above the curve of her ass. She moaned softly. “Just have fun tonight. We’re right here. It’s your time to blow off some steam.”

Steam was right. The room already felt ten degrees hotter than when she’d walked in with the twins. Swampy beats pulsed through the floor. The dance floor crackled with the energy of a hundred bodies. She was aware of sudden emptiness behind her, saw Brendan up at the bar again, felt Ian pull her tightly against him. God, it was so hot to rub up against him like this in the middle of a jumping room, feel the masses of people jostling them, breathe with him. But she could barely move, and now she wanted to move.

“I need some space,” she shouted in Ian’s ear.

He looked startled. “To do what?”

“To dance.”

She wasn’t worried now, she wasn’t scared, she didn’t give a shit what other people thought. She’d left her box. She didn’t have to be Diana Cooper, her face buried in a book, valedictorian of her senior class. That wasn’t bad, she was damn proud of her hard work, but her gyrating hips, her bouncing breasts, her thrusting pelvis — yes, she was thrusting against Ian’s groin, hard, her whole body aware of the firm bulge in his jeans, and he was grunting in pleased surprise and thrusting right back — those belonged to the girl who starred in her fantasies: hot, confident, strutting, all about pleasure.

“Look at you, baby.” As overheated as she was, Ian’s little smile sent a shiver through her body. “I knew you could do this.”

Her hand closed around another glass, dripping with condensation. Brendan was back, brushing her damp hair off her neck, saying something above her head to Ian that she couldn’t make out as she sucked down the cold drink in her hand. The twins were on their second round too — no. Their third. Those were two shots they’d each knocked back just now. No way should she try to keep up with them. Either one could drink her under the table in three seconds. But she’d always wanted to keep up with the twins, hadn’t she? Ten minutes were definitely up, but she had no intention of leaving now.

The room spun around her and stopped on Ian’s crooked grin. He cupped her head and pulled her close.

“Want to have even more fun?”

“Is that possible?” she shouted.

Ian’s hand disappeared into his pocket, then reappeared. Two neat halves of a red circle sat in his palm.

“What is that?” Diana’s heart thumped in her chest. This wasn’t ice cream, or anything close. It wasn’t spiders in the bed. It wasn’t even pot in Marissa’s backyard. Her whole body vibrated, the bass shaking her bones.

“Find out with me.” Ian tossed one half into his mouth.

Brendan squeezed her bare shoulders. “Want to try?” His low voice tickled her other ear. “I’m not doing any tonight. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

And Ian was murmuring, “It won’t mess you up, baby,” his hand on her back as reassuring as his brother’s. “It’s nothing hard, Diana. Just like what you smoked on Wednesday, except this’ll get you more up and last longer. I guarantee it’s good.”

What the hell. The past two weeks had gotten crazier and crazier. Why stop now? Why let Ian go somewhere without her?

“You won’t let anything happen?” She had to shout in Brendan’s ear over the throbbing beats.

Brendan might look all grown up, but his sudden wide grin brought back a vivid picture of him as a kid. “Nothing you don’t want to happen.”

Turning back to Ian, Diana tilted her head, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. When the half circle landed on her tongue, sweet like gummy candy, her sweaty skin prickled. She just couldn’t resist giving Ian’s fingers a little lick.

Then her lips opened again, in surprise this time, when Ian’s hot mouth closed over hers. Oh…yeah. Oh yeah. He was kissing her in the middle of the club, nipping her lower lip in front of hundreds of people, hands gripping her waist, and while she moaned into the determined tongue probing her mouth, shock zinged straight to her pussy when Brendan’s lips closed on her neck, sucking on the tender skin.

Her face was scarlet, but who could see that under the red lights? She couldn’t stop laughing between kisses, excitement rushing from head to toe. They were in public, everyone would know about the three of them, and hadn’t she wanted that? Her thighs clenched around her dripping pussy, aching with need. But now Ian’s eyes were closed, his body against hers, his hands on her waist. Brendan pressed against her ass, rubbing her hips.

Music flowed around them, vibrating her body between the twins, the smell of sweat and skin all around. The room was fuzzing out, the corners softening, everything warmer and more intense, color and light and sound overlapping into a wash of heat.

Warm skin pressed against Diana’s arm from the side. Soft skin. Floral perfume filled her nose, wafting over the earthy smells of the room. A girl — no, two girls were dancing with them, right in their space, up close. Diana hadn’t noticed them approach, hadn’t seen where they’d come from, but there they were, gyrating around her and the twins with the kind of confidence Diana envied. One of them flipped back long, glossy brown hair and flashed a dazzling smile at Brendan — of course — but apparently at her, too. The other girl, red curls brushing her shoulders, wriggled behind Ian, whose eyes were still closed.

Diana could only guess how often this happened to Brendan and Ian when they went out. Girls swarming over them, beautiful girls doing all the work while the twins just reeled them in.

Green eyes met hers. The girl behind Ian had swiveled closer. Her silky halter top left her flat belly bare. Diana was vaguely aware that she was staring at the girl’s sleek arms, lithe hips, and the soft swell of breasts tenting her halter top. When their gaze locked, Diana tried to give her the evil eye. Not that she had experience intimidating other girls, and clearly it didn’t work, because the girl just smiled big at her and — oh God — starting rubbing her half-naked body against Diana’s hip.

Jesus, firm breasts brushed her arm, a voice was laughing in her ear, and before she could react, her skin rippling to the music, the girl twisted away, grabbing her friend’s hand and whispering to her while gesturing to Diana sandwiched between the twins.

Brendan leaned toward the girl with a friendly smile, putting his hand on her back below her red curls, his other hand secure on Diana’s waist. Diana couldn’t make out a word they were saying, but some kind of conversation was going on, with the other girl chiming in. Trust Brendan to make friends with everybody. Probably talking about the weather.

“Do you think they’re cute?” Brendan’s breath was warm and sudden against her ear, taking her by surprise. One hand strayed to her stomach, giving the slight curve an intimate squeeze. Peering over her shoulder, Diana caught his mischievous smile. Both girls were watching them, a few feet away.

“They’re gorgeous,” she said honestly. The type of girls who belonged with the twins, the type she’d always seen them with: willowy, toned, and tanned, wearing their confidence like they’d been born with it.

“They want us, sweetness.”

Diana blinked, stunned. “You mean they want you guys.”

“No,” Brendan whispered. “The three of us. Especially you.”

But she knew that already, didn’t she? She’d known from the minute that girl had rubbed up against her.

“Ever wanted to kiss a girl, Di?”

“Brendan…I—” she stammered, completely disoriented again by the lights and buzzing beats. Her skin was scorching, her nipples ached from rubbing against Ian’s hard chest again and again, and if Brendan unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor right now, she wouldn’t even stop him. Ian’s eyes were still closed, his hands squeezing her waist and pulling her even closer.

Brendan just smiled at her. “Have you?”

Diana stared at the girls dancing nearby, afraid to look and wanting to. God, they were beautiful. When the redhead caught her looking, she blew her a kiss. Quickly, Diana turned back to Brendan. “I…yeah. I’ve thought about it,” she whispered, flushing.

Brendan pulled her close, holding her back securely against his muscular chest. “I bet you have, sweetness,” he murmured in her ear. “Why don’t you find out?”

Oh God, this was beyond crazy. “I don’t want to watch you with other girls,” she managed. “Either of you.”

Brendan’s soft chuckle tightened her whole body. “Not like that, Di. They want to watch you. With us. And they want to be with you.”

“Look, I’ve never…”

“I’m right here, Diana.” She trembled when he pressed her lips against her neck. Her lacy panties were beyond wet. In a second, she’d be grabbing Brendan’s hand and pushing it between her soaked thighs in the middle of the club, stripping off Ian’s muscle tee so she could taste his skin… “Ian’s right here. We’ll both look out for you. Aren’t you curious? Aren’t you wondering how her lips will taste?”

Oh God, Brendan was stroking up and down her sides now, brushing the full curves of her breasts, making her jerk with sudden excitement against Ian’s body.

“Kind of,” she managed.

“Good.”

“Brendan…”

“You’re so ready for this. You need to face the world, Di. You’ve come such a long way already.”

Her whole body buzzed with need. The temptation was too much to take. Brendan whispering in her ear, his warm tongue teasing her earlobe; Ian lost in his own world, her soft curves anchored against his hard body…

“Your friend told me you just graduated,” said a throaty voice. Wide green eyes met hers. Full lips waited inches away. “Congratulations.”

Diana’s breath caught. Her hands squeezed Ian’s broad shoulders. Ian blinked a few times like he was waking up. He did a once-over of the girls pressing in on them, his gaze flicking over Diana’s shoulder to his brother, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Bet you won’t,” he rasped to Diana.

Her stomach dropped through the floor. The whole room was turning. Oh, she was in so far over her head now, but no way was she going to stop.

“Bet I will,” she retorted.

And before she could think twice, she leaned toward the girl. Their lips met.

Out of the corner of her vision, Ian’s eyes opened wide. His hands tightened on her waist.

“Fucking hell, Diana,” she heard him mutter in her ear. “Didn’t think you would.”

And Brendan was whispering, “So hot, baby. Keep going.”

Her crotch clenched at their words, oozing warm cream into her panties. Sweet jesus, some gorgeous girl she didn’t know was twining her arms around her, touching her, rubbing up on her, licking her lips, exploring her mouth, silky and sensuous, those soft needy kisses feeling completely different from either Brendan or Ian, or, oh God, Alex Noriega on the grass three days ago, holy fuck, what was happening? And why didn’t she want it to stop?

The pure shock and lust on Ian’s face made it all worthwhile. Brendan’s thick cock, pressing firmly into the curve of her ass, sent aching need between her legs. But those warm lips were working their own power over her body.

This was insane, this wasn’t happening, Diana thought, as a moist tongue flicked hers. Hands explored her waist and hips. Hot bodies wedged her in on all sides, and she was eagerly kissing a total stranger, a girl, running her hands up a smooth, slim bare back under thick curls and moaning softly when her palms met soft skin.

Sound pinged through the haze and noise of the club: whistles. Wolf whistles. Cat calls. Cheers. All radiating out from them. Fuck, she really was the center of attention now, and it was…it was…incredible. It was the best, the fucking best. Waves of heat and cold rushed over her body, and she pulled the girl in for another hot kiss, sucking eagerly on her full lower lip.

“Whoa there. Take it easy, Di.” Brendan’s soft chuckle brushed her ear. Ian was staring at her, his mouth half-open, his eyes sparking like he wanted to eat her alive. “Let’s take this somewhere private.”

Firm hands wrapped around hers, but she was the one pulling them out of the club. Above her, the twins were conferring, their heads together, then talking with the girls.

“Told you she’d go for it,” a low voice said. Brendan, to Ian.

Then they were rushing down city streets, everything fast and blurry. She clung to the twins’ hands, trusting them to lead because she couldn’t see more than four feet in front of her, the girls laughing and jostling them. They were turning a corner, another corner, running up a flight of stairs and through the front door of an apartment.

Hardwood floors creaked. A beaded curtain rustled. The living room smelled liked incense. Oh my God, she was in some stranger’s apartment, clutching male hands, panting for breath. Her tight red dress stuck to her skin with sweat, just asking to be peeled off. She didn’t know these girls, she didn’t even know their names, but it was a little late to ask. And the girls were pulling her and the twins into a dark bedroom now, just big enough for a queen-size bed. Candles flared up, showing the tapestry above the headboard, and she tumbled onto the bed, warm bodies surrounding her.

Red curls tickled her cheeks. The girl she’d kissed at the club straddled her and twined her arms around Diana’s back. “You’re hot,” she whispered.

“So are you,” Diana managed. Her breath catching, she put her hands on the girl’s bare shoulders, feeling muscles move under smooth skin. Her mouth opened to an eager tongue, warm and wet, sucking on her lower lip until her head spun. A firm hand rubbed her back, below the girl’s embrace.

“Yes, you are,” a low voice whispered in her ear. “You’re so hot, Di.”

Brendan. His sure touch sent waves of arousal through her body. As she pulled back to moan his name, another female mouth met hers in a softer kiss. Diana shuddered, her fingers tangling in long silky sweet-smelling hair. And yes — the first girl was rocking on her lap, pushing her firm curves against Diana’s, and starting a slow grind, as aggressive as the twins’ movements in the club.

Oh fuck— this was crazy. This was crazy, it was dirty, it was beyond her sluttiest fantasies. “Ian,” Diana panted into a soft mouth, her free hand clutching at empty air. Her nipples were so hard against the girl’s supple mounds. Her pussy pulsed with painful desire. “Brendan.”

A warm male palm, as sweaty as her own, grabbed her hand. Fingers laced tightly through hers. Diana jerked in surprise when her hand was molded over a hard denim-covered bulge. Ian. She moaned with need, squeezed his cock through the thick material.

“We’re right here, Di,” that soothing voice said in her ear from behind. Button by button, her dress was coming off. The slide of the red fabric over her sweaty curves, bunching around her waist, stoked her need and excitement. Her thighs clenched when Ian’s heavy cock twitched in her grasp. Her other hand explored the slender back arched over her, sliding over smooth flesh and thick curls. When the girl she was kissing sucked on her lower lip, nibbling it, Diana could only gasp.

Large palms slipped under her unbuttoned dress from behind and engulfed her breasts, fondling the generous lace-covered mounds. She could hear Brendan’s soft sounds of encouragement in her ear, murmuring reassurances, and Ian’s breathing getting faster as her fingers caressed his thick rod, moving to his balls to tickle them through his well-worn jeans.

Everything was a blur of soft skin and hard muscle, eager hands and hot mouths, flickering candlelight, but a low grunt pulled her attention to the half-naked male body stretched out next to her on the bed. Ian had stripped his shirt off. His muscles gleamed in the low light. His hips bucked toward her grip on his cock. Narrowed eyes watched every movement of his brother’s hands on Diana’s full swells, her own hands getting bolder on the tight body grinding against hers under a cascade of red curls, and the other girl half-climbing over Diana to keep the kiss going.

When their gaze met, Diana shuddered at the primal lust contorting Ian’s handsome face. Then her mouth opened and her head tipped back when the girl on her other side pulled Diana in for another hot and needy kiss. Her dark eyes smoked with heat, heat that made Diana moan because she recognized it. She knew how it felt to drown in desire, sob with pure need. She was doing it now, right into a soft mouth, as Brendan teased her firm swells, fingers slipping knowingly into her bra, and the girl on top of her pressed rounded tits into hers.

Suddenly, her grasp on Ian’s crotch was knocked free. One quick scrape announced his zipper coming down. Soft skin jostled her from the left, sending prickles over her own skin — the girl she’d been kissing, shimmying out of her short purple dress and tossing her satin bra aside. Tanned curves flashed across her vision,

Oh God. Her skin was flushed. Her whole body was hot and needy. Male hands eased her dress down her shoulders, unhooking her lacy black bra with firm assurance, and she gasped when her heavy breasts swung free. Of her own accord, her hands were fumbling with the redhead’s halter top, exposing creamy mounds topped with pink nipples, and Brendan’s warm mouth nuzzled her neck as he fondled her tight rosy buds, making her feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

“Let go, Di,” he whispered. “Everything’s okay. This is going to be amazing.”

Amazing? Oh. Oh, hell yes, it was amazing. Her red dress was crumpled around her waist, her bra was gone, and four pairs of eager eyes roved over her full exposed breasts. Both girls reached out to cup a round globe, and she could only gasp at the soft unfamiliar hands exploring her needy swells.

“You have incredible tits,” the redhead whispered enviously, her low, throaty voice shockingly sexy. “Jesus, you’re stacked.”

“You’re telling me.” Diana couldn’t help laughing. Giggles were starting to bubble up. As female hands explored her breasts, she laughed harder. Her legs kicked, her pussy was overflowing with cream, hidden in her panties, and all she wanted was to—

“Diana.” Ian’s voice was low in her ear. His hand gripped her hip. Her whole body clenched at his warm breath. Fuck, he was naked now, his bronzed muscles contracting in the low light, all raw power. “You sure about this? ‘Cause once we get started…”

She rolled her head to look right in his eyes. “Take my clothes off, Ian,” she said softly. “I want to get wild.”

Ian sucked in his breath. Then his gaze locked with the girl straddling Diana, her green eyes half-lidded. One jerk of his head towards the bed, and jesus, the girl rolled right off Diana, a little smile on her her face.

Thumbs hooked inside the red dress, yanking the fabric over Diana’s rounded hips and sending it sailing across the darkened room. Fingers met soaked black silk, stroking her tingling cunt so teasingly through the sopping fabric that for a second, she couldn’t breathe. Then one finger hooked around her tiny panties and held them away from her cunt, slippery with cream. Cool air met her lips.

Oh God, Brendan was running his hands over her breasts again, easily rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, and two pairs of female eyes stared greedily at Ian’s big hand in her panties, exposing her burning pussy inch by inch. It was too much, she couldn’t take his slow tease, but one of her arms was wrapped around the warm back of the girl she’d been kissing, and when she arched toward Ian, her free hand reaching for her own tingling cunt, strong fingers pinned her palm firmly against the sheets.

“Brendan,” she moaned. “You jerk.” He just chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze.

Then the sound of tearing fabric ripped through the air and Ian’s hands knocked against her thighs, opening them wide. Her head jerked up just in time to see scraps of black lace — what was left of her panties — flying off the bed.

“Ian!” she shrieked.

“Whoops,” he muttered. His voice was barely recognizable, soaked in lust. Fingers dove into her warm crevice, spreading her pussy. She couldn’t help but cry out. Jesus, everyone in the room could see Ian stroking her most intimate parts. “So fucking wet,” he grunted. Her soaked cunt spasmed around sudden fullness.

Oh God, everything was warm and spinning, and where was she?

“You are, aren’t you?” Brendan murmured. “You’re so wet, Di.” He pulled her even tighter against him and nibbled on her neck. Her whole body trembled under his hands, her pussy quivering around Ian’s fingers penetrating her deeply. “This is really turning you on. I think this is just what you need.” His voice was so understanding that Diana could only moan. She couldn’t help it — her legs spread wider to Ian’s insistent fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, her mouth opened eagerly to the girl bending over her again, red curls drowning her, and she was reaching for the other girl’s pert breasts, long brown hair tickling her fingers, gasping with surprise and pleasure at the soft weight in her hands and the sexy little nipples pressing into her palms.

“Please,” she moaned into the redhead’s warm mouth. Perfume wrapped around her, sweat and male musk and the scent of sex. She wanted it all.

Suddenly her mouth met only air and something was happening between her legs. She heard Ian’s voice, teasing and husky: “Oh yeah, I bet you do. What do you say?” and a throaty “please?” in response. What the hell was going on? If that girl had her hands on Ian —

But just as Diana started to bolt upright, a soft tongue met her dripping pussy.

Oh. Oh. God. The girl’s head nestled between Diana’s legs, red curls tickling her skin, licking and sucking her clit so gently that Diana squeezed with her creamy thighs, involuntarily moaning out loud. Her head rolled back and to the side. Her hips bucked, just as hands tangled in her hair.

“That’s it, baby,” Brendan said soothingly from behind her. Diana moaned softly. He was cradling her head in his lap now, just like he had when Ian had taken her virginity, massaging a full breast with one hand and rubbing his thumb over her neck in teasing circles with the other. “Doesn’t that feel so good?”

“Yes,” she whispered. His hard cock pressed against her cheek. More and more juice trickled from her pussy under the girl’s teasing tongue. Her fingers just had to experiment with the little pebble of a nipple in her hand, rolling it gently, then pinching it harder as feminine moans turned into hisses and long brown hair brushed her arm.

Diana tried to close her thighs around the girl’s head, squirming against the intense sensations swirling through her swollen cunt. But big hands grasped her thighs, squeezing the soft skin, and pressed them against the mattress, opening her silky pussy completely to the tongue flickering over her tight opening. She gasped around Brendan’s cock, but she couldn’t move.

“Fuck, yeah,” came a deep growl. “Lick her hot little pussy. Make her come.”

Ian. Ian was holding her open to that soft mouth, and the girl was licking her juicy folds faster, following his instructions. Hearing Ian tell this girl what to do — to her — sent a fresh gush of juice from Diana’s pussy.

And Brendan was whispering from above, “You’re going to like them too, Di.”

She could only moan as the girl’s agile tongue swirled over her swollen lips, lapping up her cream and probing firmly at her tight entrance. While her left hand played over luscious tits, her right hand met a sweaty muscled chest, traveled down hard abs, and grasped Ian’s cock. Hot flesh filled her hand. Ian’s low sounds of need filled her ears as she moved her fingers over his thick shaft. But she couldn’t see him, because Brendan was easing her head onto the rumpled sheets, moving around, straddling her chest.

“Brendan,” she managed beseechingly, looking up at him. His dimples flashed.

“I know, sweetness,” he murmured. “You need something in your mouth, don’t you?” He slipped two big fingers between her lips, and she sucked on them eagerly. His other hand reached into his boxers. “I know you like that when someone’s taking care of your pussy.”

Oh my god, she thought, as Brendan freed his cock and rubbed its satiny warmth over her mouth. This was insane. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t even be a fantasy, because none of her fantasies had ever gone this far. Like she was in a dream, she opened her mouth to suck on Brendan’s engorged head. His sigh of pleasure went right through her to her toes.

“Finger that sweet cunt.” Ian’s low grunt drove a shudder down Diana’s body. God, this was beyond dirty…and beyond hot… “She loves that. She needs to be fucked.”

When slim fingers probed her tight entrance, massaging a spot a few inches up with surprising firmness, Diana began bucking her hips — or tried to. A solid arm pushed against one of her thighs. A hand squeezed the other. Ian was holding her down, and oh God, she just knew he was watching the girl’s full lips, hot tongue, and soft fingers play over her soaked and exposed pussy, drinking in the view. This was so wrong. This was…so right. She began to moan around Brendan’s cock, panting for breath in short bursts.

“Baby,” Ian rasped, and now she knew he was talking to her. “You’re a hot creaming little mess.”

“So sexy, Di,” Brendan whispered above her. “I’m so proud of you.”

Warm juices oozed down Diana’s thighs, soaking someone else’s sheets. The head between her legs pushed her excitement to a fever pitch. God, the girl’s mouth on her pussy felt amazing, Brendan’s cock kept thrusting between her lips, Ian’s thick rod jerked against her palm, and the warm swell of a breast pressed filled her other hand. Completely overwhelming, so many people surrounding her, but…more. She wanted more.

“Uhhh,” she groaned around Brendan’s cock. “Please.” Brendan’s hands were in her hair, rubbing and pulling gently. Urgently, she squeezed the cock in her hand and heard a deep grunt. “Ian…”

The bulk of his body shifted. Oh — God. Thick fingers took over her clit, pinching the tiny nub again and again, rubbing the sensitive tip, while a soft tongue swirled over her pussy until white-hot light ran down her body and the room blurred in front of her eyes.

Diana gasped around Brendan’s cock, sucking faster and faster as her pussy convulsed around slim fingers. She could hear the other girl laughing and moaning as Diana squeezed her breast harder, felt more moans between her legs vibrating her soaked cunt, heard Ian’s wordless groan as his cock throbbed in her hand, and Brendan above her, crooning that he knew she could do it, this was fucking amazing, she was amazing, while his slippery head sank between her lips.

Warm salty cum flowed into her mouth. Brendan’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place, as he groaned and spurted onto her tongue. Her whole cunt was spasming around the girl’s fingers. She thrust against the soft busy tongue licking her most intimate place. Juice flowed freely from her pussy. She moaned and came and wriggled, swirling her tongue over Brendan’s meaty erection and reaching up to grip his muscled ass while his breathing slowed.

As Diana tried to catch her breath, dazed, the mattress sank and creaked. Hard muscle and soft skin slid against her, shifting position faster than she could keep track of. Brendan had climbed off her and was stroking her hair back from her face. She started to reach for Ian — next to her, still hard, waves of heat coming off his body —

But the redhead was rolling on top of her to kiss her, her face shiny with Diana’s juices. And oh God, she was tasting her own tangy cream, sucking it off full lips as a luscious naked body nestled against hers. No. Two luscious naked bodies. Hands grabbed her, pulling. Long brown hair tickled her shoulders. The other girl had pounced on her and was dragging her away, rolling over and pushing Diana’s head downward.

“Taste her, Di.” Brendan’s voice, coaxing. She heard him climb off the bed and walk up close behind her. “She wants you to.”

Diana blinked at the slim tanned thighs spread wide, the smooth hairless pussy open to her disbelieving eyes. It was so…pink. And delicate. Like a seashell.

“Come on, try it.” Smoky eyes met hers. A palm beckoned her in as long legs opened wider. “They’ll love it.”

They…meaning the twins? “Who said this was about them?” Diana murmured.

Brendan’s low laugh behind her, Ian’s ragged breathing as he fisted his cock, eyes devouring her pale curves over tanned skin, just fired her up. Cautiously, she lay down between the girl’s legs and explored silky thighs, circling closer and closer to her rosy folds. Brendan’s warm hands found her shoulders, rubbing her back soothingly. When Diana stroked the moist valley with her fingertips, shyly exploring the creamy warmth, she was rewarded with a loud moan, and heard Brendan suck in his breath behind her.