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The Boys Next Door

By: WayneGibbous



Chapter 1

Since I had sex for the first time, well, I'm not one to keep count but it's lots. No, not everybody who comes along, I do have some standards, it's just that I love sex.

I am married, my husband, Bob, was the first man I knew who could almost keep up with my own sexual hunger, almost. He, better than anyone, knows I am insatiable as far as sex goes. Well, at least I've never had enough where I was ready to stop.

I'm now forty-two, still looking pretty good and my sex drive has shifted, incredibly, into overdrive. I'm hornier now than when I was a teen.

I usually drag my husband upstairs to bed as soon as he comes home from work for a quick, fast fuck before I start supper, then we eat, watch some television, then a slow, leisurely screw after we retire to bed. Much the same on the weekends, usually two good fucks and some spirited oral sex in between. Yes, I'm horny, hornier than you can imagine.

Bob and I have talked about it, how, if anything, my sex drive is even getting higher and that his, well let's be nice and call it level, staying the same. We had some some swapping in the past though never for very long. There was one couple who we both liked a lot and sex with them was just terrific. Sadly, they moved away and we've now heard that they've split up, so they're no longer a possibility.

Bob had been a dear and often presented me with sex toys and the like that he bought off the internet but, while plastic cocks are okay, even the buzzing ones, a good hard, blood-filled, throbbing cock is my preferred insertable object followed closely by a tongue.

Then, on my way out the door to meet a client (I'm a real estate agent and work a lot from my home), I spied a rather handsome young man in the yard next door. Being the friendly type, I walked over and introduced myself to Mike, who, it seems had rented the place next to us with two buddies, the three of them attending a local university.

As I talked with him, I was also picking up pretty unmistakable vibes from him, sexual vibes.

I have crossed the forties mark in my longevity but, well, I still look pretty decent. In fact, I think I look pretty good and enjoy dressing to accentuate my looks.

Since you can't see me, I'm five-four, blond hair to the shoulders, green eyes, spec-out at 36-26-36, they're C-cup and, yes, they're nice, some curvature underneath but no sag, really, with small pink nipples that get hard at the tiniest arousal. They were hard as I talked with Mike.

So, I told him I had an appointment and had to run but would be back around lunchtime if he wanted a bite to eat while we got to know each other better being neighbors and all.

Yes, I had sex on my mind, I always have sex on my mind and, yes, I wanted him. I left him with little doubt and went off on my business call with dampening panties.

I drove back into the driveway at 11:45 and there was Mike sitting outside on his porch steps. He gave me a wave as I drove in then he walked over.

"You're right on time, Cheryl, I'll be glad to help you make lunch, you're very nice to ask me over," he said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. I had plans for those lips, big plans.

So, we were finishing our sandwiches as he said, "I really appreciate the lunch, Cheryl, and the chance to get to know my new neighbor a bit better. This has been nice."

"Well, if you're in no hurry, Mike, and can stay a while, you can get to know your new neighbor a whole lot better," I said as I slid my hand along his thigh right up to his package.

I was never a shy girl and had no intention of starting now. I almost always had a way of getting what I wanted and my hand was feeling what I wanted.

"Well, Cheryl, if my calendar was full, I'd clear it immediately for you," and with that I leaned forward to press my lips against his and direct my tongue into his eager mouth as I gently squeezed his thick cock in his pants.

"Come with me, my good man, let me show you my bedroom," and we walked hand-in-hand down the hall to the master bedroom. As we entered, I turned to him, pulling him to me, kissing him as my hands pulled up his polo shirt and got it up over his head and off. He was fairly muscular and solid as I ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples a bit, getting them hard like mine were.

He started on my blouse as I stood there letting him disrobe me, kissing my body as it was exposed to him. As my bra came off, his hands enveloped my breasts, fondling them, bending down to suck them, then looking up to tell me, "Cheryl, you have such nice breasts, they're so pretty," then he worked getting my skirt off and leaned forward to kiss the wet place on my panties as he pulled them to the floor where I stepped out of them and kicked off my heels.

I was just standing there, naked except for my thigh-high stockings, which is a pretty sexy look as he rid himself of his remaining clothes in rather a hurry.

I was looking down as he lowered his boxers and, yes, yes, a very nice, young, hard cock was brought into sight.

"You are so gorgeous, Cheryl, oh, I can't believe I've got you right next door."

"Mmm, and this nice big hard cock, how lovely," I said as I lifted its heft.

We moved to the bed and I whisked the covers back and got down, spreading open for him while I watched his cock bob around as he got up between my legs, then crouch down low to kiss my stomach, abdomen, then, oh, sweet man, my pussy.

I gently held his face as he licked and sucked on me, oh, I love a man who knows how to make a pussy sing with his mouth and tongue. This was a promising liaison.

"Mmm, you make me feel so good, Mike. This is just what I wanted," I groaned as I tried to spread more open to his tongue. I just love my pussy licked and tongued and Mike, for a young guy, knew what he was doing. He soon had me in the throes of a lovely orgasm after which I pulled him up over me whispering, "Mmm, fuck me, Mike, I really want your cock," as he raised up, positioning his cock, then shoving it in, parting my happy labia, driving himself down inside me, then slowly, deliberately fucking me in and out.

I raised my legs up and put them on his shoulders so he could drive straight down into me, plunging deep where I wanted his cock.

"God, you're tight, Cheryl, this is so good. Oh, am I glad we rented next door. I'll bet my roomies would love you."

Roomies? Yes, it was a three-bedroom house. I needed to know more.

"Your roommates, they're guys like you, right?"

"Oh, don't tell me, Cheryl. You're not thinking of fucking them, too?"

Well, I wasn't not trying to pretend to be a saint, so I replied, "No, only if they're not girls or gay."

"I can tell you that they'd love you. And they'd love to be doing just this with you. That's if I want to share you. I'm not sure about that," he said as he took long, long strokes which I was loving.

"Oh, but, Michael, now you've got me dreaming about having all three of you, that's a woman's fondest dream, you know."

"I'll bet. The guys would love it I'm sure but right now I have you to myself. Why should I want to share you?"

"You know I could meet them any time I wanted," I posed.

"True. Then, I know they'd want to fuck you as soon as they saw you."

"They're really horny, huh?"

"Well, they're guys. What I really meant is when they get a look at how hot you look, they'd be in a frenzy to fuck you. I mean, I'll bet they've never had a thirty-year old woman before, one with the experience and the hot looks you have."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Thirty? Why you sweet boy you. I'm keeping you for sure. I probably shouldn't tell you but, well, I'm forty-two. I hope that doesn't change anything."

"God, Cheryl, it just makes me harder," and he fucked me faster.

"Mmm, oooh, I like you younger guys. Maybe I do need to meet your roomies."

Mike and I fucked the rest of the afternoon, it was wonderful.

Chapter 2

When Bob got home, I followed him upstairs so he could change and I took my clothes off as he did.

"Looks like you've got ideas, hon, as usual" he said as he took me in his arms and kissed me, pushing his hardening cock against me.

"Mmm, yeah, how 'bout a nice fuck before we fix supper?" I asked as I gripped his cock trying to lead it into me. He gave a good shove and went right in, up to the hilt.

"Oh, you're juicy, babe. Been feeling horny?"

"Well, the truth is, and I've always told you the truth, you're sliding in on another man's cum. I had me some fun this afternoon."

"Well you know I don't mind as long as you tell me all about it, love."

"His name is Mike and he's now living next door in the Mallory's old place. He's in college and well, we got to know each other quite nicely."

"Was he a good fuck? Must be a young guy, right?"

"Oh, twenty, can you believe it? And a really nice cock, not the biggest I've ever seen but he uses it nicely. And he loves to eat pussy."

"We know how you love that, don't we?"

"And, even better, he's got two guys who live there, they all are college guys. I haven't met the other two yet."

"I'll bet you will soon," Bob said as he stroked in and out of me.

"Yeah, I bet I do, too," I laughed.

"Well, you know, all I ask is that you tell me all about it and let me fuck you too."

"That's just what I'm doing, hon. And you're really feeling hard, too."

"You know that every time you tell me about some new guy, that it turns me on. That's why I let you do it. It gets me hard as a rock and I want to fuck you over and over."

"Yes, and I love it."

So, Mike and I fucked just about every other day for the next week or so and I would always tell Bob every detail as he fucked me like a wild man.

Then, one afternoon as Mike was fucking me on their sofa, he asked me if my husband might suspect anything.

"Oh, he knows you're fucking me."

"Really? He knows?"

"Yeah, we have an open marriage, he fucks around and I fuck around, the thing is, we always tell each other about it and you wouldn't believe how it spices up a couple's sex life."

"Well, yeah, I guess it would. So he knows. Has he ever been there when you've been with another guy?"

"Yes, several times and he's even taken pictures of the other guy fucking me."

"Has he videotaped you fucking another guy?"

"We don't have a camera but if we did, I'll bet he'd do it. He's talked about buying one."

"I've got one. Think your hubby'd want to film us?"

"Knowing Bob, yeah, I expect he would. Why do you want us videoed?"

"Well, several reasons. I want a remembrance for when I'm old and can look back at fucking you when I was in college. I also want to show how hot and sexy you are to my roommates."

Well, the first reason was sweet, the second reason was hot, hot for me thinking that it might just get his roommates wanting to fuck me as well. And we know I love being fucked.

So, I talked with Bob about it and he was just as enthusiastic as I'd expected he would be and I told Mike that he should bring his camera over at seven on Saturday night, that would be the night.

Mike showed up right on time and showed Bob how to work the camera, how to do zoom-ins, fades, close-ups, all kinds of things. Then we all went back to our bedroom and Bob went ahead and got undressed as he wouldn't be able to strip after he began filming.

He told us to begin and Mike took me in his arms and kissed me, our hands roaming over each other at first but, then, quickly we began taking each other's clothes off. We were soon naked as Bob circled around us shooting what he saw as we both moved to the bed.

I scooted up to the headboard and as I opened my legs, Bob came in for a close-up of my freshly shaved pussy. He backed away just as Mike was crawling up between my legs to bend down and begin licking my pussy lips. Bob got in close again and filmed us for a few minutes as I stroked Mike's cheek while he pleasured me with his tongue.

Bob had said that we should let Mike do oral on me until I cummed and we did just that. Then, he got up on his knees as Bob crouched down, getting a good sideways shot of his long, thick cock as he moved it right up to my wet slit and pushed the head in. Then his hips gave another push and he went in almost all the way,

I hooked my arms around my legs pulling them back against my chest, exposing my underneath so he could fuck straight down into me and he got up over me to stroke slowly in and out as Bob got it all on tape.

Mike and I fucked for several hours with Bob taking a turn as Mike rested. I was a very happy woman. Well-fucked, just the way I like. It was so wonderful that we had Mike stay the night and he and I had some more fun early in the morning.

As he left after breakfast, he promised to make a DVD of the tape for us and show his copy to his two college buddies.

I saw him again on Monday and asked if he'd shown it to his college buddies and he told me no, they hadn't seen it yet but if I wanted to, he had time for us to watch it together.

Well, I knew what that meant and I didn't have any appointments for the afternoon so we went into his bedroom and he set the video up.

"Go ahead and get comfortable while I get this ready. I've seen it and it's really hot," he said as he fiddled with the television and DVD player. When he turned back, I was naked on his bed, legs open, welcoming whatever might happen.

Mike started the video and it showed us naked and on my bed at home, and as we watched, we were also naked and on his bed, groping each other as we both heard noises from the front of the house.

"Oh, they're home. Should I invite them back to watch?"

Well, that was obvious, wasn't it? Three young guys and me, naked on the bed? I did have the rest of the afternoon, hmm.

"Sure, is there any need for me to dress?" I asked.

"Not for these two," he answered and went off to get them.

I pulled the sheet up to my waist and waited as I heard male voices coming up the stairs.

Then, in came Mike, followed by two guys. I was soon introduced to Dave and Tom, who were certainly interested in staring at my boobs, just what I wanted them staring at.

"We were just starting to watch the fuck session Cheryl and I had this last weekend. You guys want to watch?"

They both quickly agreed and Mike restarted it from the beginning, then slid under the sheet with me. I instantly took hold of what I most wanted at that moment and leaned back to watch as the sheet rose and sank over Mike's middle.

As we all watched, Tom and Dave soon had their pants down on the floor, stroking themselves as I slowly jacked Mike. Then, Tom stripped the rest of his clothes off and slid in under the sheet next to me as I felt his hand clutch my boob. I already had my hand under the sheet, feeling around for him and soon had a hard cock in each hand.

Now the sheet was peaking as both my hands went up on two very hard cocks while we watched the DVD of Mike and I from last Saturday.

"Who's filming this? There's some one there taping it," Tom asked and Mike looked at me, so I told them, "Well, it's my husband, guys, we kind of have an open marriage kind of thing."

"So you fuck other guys and he's okay with that?" Dave asks.

"Yes, we both allow each other to have other sexual partners. And, in some cases, he's there while I'm enjoying sex with another man. Like you're watching right now."

"Think he'd mind if we all three enjoyed sex with you, and I really mean enjoy?" Dave asked.

"Well, I can't answer for him but I can answer for me," and I sweep the sheet off me and spread my legs wide.

The two guys were in bed with me, Mike and Tom, as Dave jumped up between my legs and began licking and tonguing me. The two in bed began sucking my boobs as I gripped their cocks, jacking back and forth, then Dave moved up and asked me if I wanted him so I nodded and he shoved his cock right into me.

I whispered in Mike's ear, "If you get your cock up here, I'll suck it for you," and he wasted little time getting up next to my face and leading his cock to my mouth.

Well, I was fucked by all three that afternoon and gave each blowjobs as each one ate me out. All this while the tape of Mike and I fucking was going on.

I had never had three guys in one session before and, well, I really think that's how I get best satisfied. I sure was that afternoon, I was awash in cum, it drooled out of me for hours.

I told Bob about it and have since had all four of them together and we now have several videos of me being gang-banged by the four. So, now I'm slut to all four and have never been fucked so much in my life.

Would I ever give it up?

Are you crazy?

The Boys Next Door



All characters and events in this story are purely fictional! All characters are over the age of 18.

*****

It was winter in California and right when I needed to do some laundry, our brand-new machines broke. It was also Saturday so we weren't able to get a repair scheduled until Monday, but there was no way I could wait that long. I mean, that would have been a fun excuse to show up to school without any clothes for a day, but I'm sure that would have landed me in a heap of trouble.

We were a couple miles from the closest laundromat so my mom suggested I pop by Mrs. Dunning's house next door to use her machines instead. Right after we had moved in earlier in the year, mom quickly befriended Mrs. Dunning and she was over at our house often. I guess it was time to cash in on a favor from her.

Mrs. Dunning knew my face so I went alone. I made sure to prioritize a single load with some light-colored essentials to get me through half a week so I wouldn't have to burden our neighbor tons and tons of clothes.

While the California heat first shocked me, having come from Utah, it seems I quickly acclimated over the summer and the first few months of my senior year of high school. Seriously, I had become a wimp to the cold in the span of less than a year. By the start of December, with California lows dropping into the 50's, I was already starting to shiver. But 50 degrees was downright toasty where I came from! I know all you readers from up north are laughing at me now, but move to California and it will happen to you too!

So I bundled up my wimpy self a little in a faded pink hoodie and sweatpants outfit with some warm fur boots for my laundry trip. They were pretty much all the clothes I was down to anyway at this point, and even they could use a wash. The air was pretty crisp around my ears so I pulled my hood up over my head too.

As I rang the doorbell, I realized that for all the times we had Mrs. Dunning over at our house, I had never actually been in hers before.

To my surprise, a teenage boy opened the door. Did he go to my school? I assumed he was a senior like me. I knew Mrs. Dunning was a single mom but it hadn't occurred to me that one of her kids could be my age. I imagine he was confused to find a hooded girl with a basket of dirty laundry at his front door.

"Um, hi!" I said. I wanted to offer my hand but both were occupied at the moment. "Is your mom home?"

"No, she's out of town on business," said the boy, quietly. He seemed a little shy.

"Oh... okay," I said. I had been kinda planning on just talking to Mrs. Dunning and wasn't prepared for her not being here. "Well, my name is Alexandria and I live next door. My mom is friends with yours. Anyway, our laundry machines broke down and I really need to get some clothes washed so is it alright with you if I borrow your machines?"

"Yeah, sure," the boy shrugged, and let me in. He led me to their laundry room and the empty washer. As expected of Mrs. Dunning, the house was full of little kitschy knickknacks everywhere. I would've been embarrassed letting someone into my house with all that stuff around, but I guess this guy was long used to it.

"Hey, thanks for letting me do this. I really appreciate it," I said. "Hey, wait, you haven't told me your name yet!"

"Oh. I'm Chris," he said, unenthusiastically. At least I was able to shake his hand this time. But then he just stood there looking at the floor as I finished loading the machine.

It was starting to annoy me how distant and quiet this guy was. I guess it reminded me of my own reserved self not too long ago. But that was so boring! Here I was stuck doing laundry, my least favorite chore, and I didn't even have any of the comforts of my own home to entertain me. I had to do something to liven things up, for my own sanity.

My mind drifted to my adventure in the nurse's office. That certainly was exciting for me, and Chris would truly have to be a robot to not enjoy getting a bit of a show like those other boys had. Though we had just met, my instincts told me he at least didn't swing the other way. Could I try a little tease?

I decided not to take it as far as before. After all, I was still pretty new to this game and it's not like I actually wanted to hook up with Chris either. I just wanted to have a little fun. I had to think quickly about my next move.

"Hey, um," I started, feigning bashfulness. Chris looked up from the floor but still avoided eye contact. I pulled my hood back to show more of my face and my long brown hair, which I started lazily twisting around my fingers. "I kinda want to wash these sweats too. D'ya think you have something else I could put on while washing them?"

That snapped Chris out of his trance. He was off-balance now. "Oh uh, you mean like... like a towel? Or something?" he offered sheepishly.

I smiled. He was probably realizing now that there were a dozen better suggestions in the house to make, but this one happened to suit my plan nicely. "Yes! That would be perfect," I said, before he could say something else. I pointed to a stack of cream-colored towels on the shelf next to him. "Could I just grab one of those?"

Chris nodded and continued looking at me.

I pulled off the top one and held it in front of my chest demurely, even though I was still wearing all my clothes. I took a breath. "Um, Chris... could I have some privacy while I change?" I asked shyly. There wasn't any fun in just straight up stripping for him immediately; I wanted to draw out the tease as much as I could.

"Oh, of course!" Chris clumsily left the room in his haste, closing the door behind him.

Hah! Now I had him visibly nervous. Somehow that made him a lot more fun and interesting than before. And now I had someone to play with while I waited for my clothes to wash.

Tossing the towel back on the shelf for the moment, I pulled my hoodie over my head and untied and slipped out of the sweatpants. I took off the tee shirt I had on underneath too. Into the washer they all went and I started the cycle.

Underneath, I was only wearing a thin white bra and panty set. They were actually a new purchase after I had discovered my sexual side in the last story. They weren't really see-through, but lacy enough to make you wonder. It would've been hot to strip those off and wash them too while I went naked under the towel, but they were the type that needed hand washing with a special kind of detergent. So I wrapped the towel around me over my underwear, took a deep breath, and went out into the hallway.

The towel wasn't particularly big. I tugged it down a bit to show some cleavage and the tops of my bra cups, and it came down to above my knees at the bottom. I was now in a strange house with a boy I had just met, wearing only my lacy underwear and a towel!

But where was he? I looked around and there was nobody in sight; just shelves of porcelain figurines and fake flowers. Did I scare him away already? It sounded like an action movie was playing in another part of the house so I cautiously started walking towards the noise. I had forgotten to ask Chris if anyone else was home, and I certainly didn't want to run into any family members while dressed like this!

Being in California, I wasn't even sure if this house had heat. It was certainly warmer than outside, but still definitely a good notch below room temperature. And it didn't help that my arms and legs were bare. At least while walking slowly down the hall I wasn't getting many cold drafts up my towel.

The hallway ended at the back of the living room, where Chris had some video game running on the television. I had to gasp because another boy was also in the room and spotted me first.

"Chris! I thought you were home alone!" I shouted in embarrassment, clutching the towel to my chest.

"Crap, I'm sorry," said Chris, "It's just my friend Alex here. Nobody else is coming until tonight." Chris was avoiding eye contact again, but I noticed he was also stealing looks at my towel-dress.

Alex, on the other hand, was openly eyeing me up and down my towel-clad body. He was a fair amount chubbier than Chris, who was just a normal build, but Alex was clearly more outgoing. They looked like they were the same age. "Woah. Is she your girlfriend?" he asked in awe.

"Fat chance!" I spat playfully. "I'm just the neighbor. You'll have to excuse my lack of clothes because they're in the laundry here. My machines are broken."

That just caused Alex to look even more at my lack of real clothing. I realized then that both boys were wearing thick, long-sleeved clothing. I was really underdressed for this house and this weather.

Blushing, I tried to change the subject away from me. "What's that game? Can I join in while I wait for the machine?"

They handed me a controller and I took a seat on the couch. It was some sort of outer space alien shooting game. I got to pick a girl character and dress her up a bit (in soldier outfits, nothing sexy).

"That's me on the screen, right? Player 3?" I asked, pointing.

"Yeah, but you should probably change your name," said Alex, "Here, press this button."

It took a while to start getting my long name in with the on-screen keyboard thing. I typed A-L-E-X-A-N-D... and then it stopped. "Hey, why won't it let me type anymore?"

"It's too long," explained Alex, "You need to use something shorter. And you can't use 'ALEX' because I'm already using that name. Here, let me try something else." He took control of the cursor, cleared my name, and retyped L-E-X-I. "Here, this is cute," he said, hitting confirm.

"Lexi?!" I complained. Nobody had called me that name before. "But that's so... it's like a stripper name!"

"Then that's your name for us from now on!" laughed Alex, "You've already stripped to do laundry!" Chris seemed hesitant to make any reaction, like he was scared of offending me.

I blushed again, reminded of my clothing condition. I guess Alex had a bit of a point. I had worn this specifically for the opportunity to show off a little. One thing I did like about the nickname: it rhymed with sexy.

Alex cut the jokes and we played for a bit. The game was enough to distract me from the cold air for the time being. I'm not really into video games but it was fun enough. I was supposed to be working on the same team as the boys, but I could still shoot them, and ended up accidentally doing that a lot. But the real fun part was the boys looking over at me when they thought they could get away with it. Alex was more obvious about it, but I noticed Chris stealing glances here and there too. They seemed a bit distracted from our objectives in the game, and I liked the idea that maybe I was the real center of attention in the room.

Eventually my aggressive button-pushing started loosening the top of my towel. I had been hoping for something like this to happen so I could tease Chris more and see his reaction to a little accidental peek. Now I had one more appreciative audience member to play with.

With my help, the towel slowly unraveled as we played, and the top part inched its way down my chest. Alex did a double-take when he first realized what was happening, and soon my lace-covered breasts were fully in view. I pretended not to notice, but it was difficult because I was starting to get excited too. The boys were looking over a lot more often now, probably trying to see if my bra really was see-through. I kind of wished it were. I kind of wished I were topless for my new friends. I knew that was going too far too fast, but the boys' hungry stares really made me excited for more.

The washer buzzed its completion and I started to get up to move my clothes to the dryer. "Oopsie!" I said, pretending to notice my exposed bra for the first time. "I almost did give you guys a real strip show here."

"C'mon, Lexi, earn those tips!" joked Alex. I shook my head in mock annoyance. That got Chris comfortable enough with the situation to smile at the exchange.

I took my time re-securing the towel up to a modest level as I stood, looking down the whole time like I was concentrating, so the boys could have an extra opportunity see my new exposure before I went back to the laundry room.

Luckily my sweats were faded enough that they hadn't turned any of my other clothes pink. I hadn't counted on adding them to the load when I came out here, so I'm glad the change in plan didn't backfire on me. I started the dryer cycle.

The boys had the game paused when I returned to my seat in the living room. With their eyes following me, I was careful to smooth the back of the towel over my round butt as I sat and to cross my legs tightly like if I were wearing a short skirt.

"Those boots sure look funny together with that towel," remarked Alex. The video game was forgotten now.

"I hadn't thought about that!" I said, looking down at my ankles. I then aimed my gaze directly at Chris. "Chris, do you think it would look better if I took my boots off?" I tried to ask as flirtatiously as I could.

Chris was caught off-guard again. "U-uh yeah, sure. I think that would look um... nice."

Alex rolled his eyes at his friend's hesitation.

I gave the boys a quick smile and, using one hand to hold the towel demurely across my chest while I bent forward, I used my other hand to slip off one boot. Then I crossed my legs in the other direction and slipped off the other boot and set both to the side. "There, now how's that?"

The boys nodded their approval, my legs now bare from mid-thigh all the way to my toes.

"Ugh, but that just makes me feel colder," I complained, rubbing my arms up and down rapidly. I was partially acting but it really did feel colder without my boots, and this house wasn't particularly warm to begin with. Though it would mean the end of my show for the day, I couldn't wait to put my clothes back on all toasty from the dryer. "Chris, can't you turn up the heat or something?"

"Sorry, we don't have heaters here," said Chris, "but we do have a hot tub outside if you want to use that."

"Hey, yeah!" said Alex, "I brought my trunks. We should all go warm up in there."

"Hmm, that sounds good," I said, "but I actually don't own any swim suits." I already had a better idea instead.

"Skinnydip, then?" suggested Alex, hopefully. That wasn't my idea.

I shot him a comical glare. "In your dreams."

Both boys seemed a little bummed that they couldn't at least see me in swimwear.

"That hot water really sounds nice, though..." I began, standing up and musing at the ceiling. "Maybe... do you guys think I can go in with just my underwear?"

With that, I pulled open my towel completely and looked down at myself as nonchalantly as I could, though it was hard to resist blushing. My bra cups were almost like a demi-cup over my round breasts, but they still covered well over my nipples and areola with white lace. My panties were in a classic bikini cut with a full triangular back rather than a thong, lace in front and back, with a tiny bow on the waistband in front. I was literally asking the boys to look at me displaying my body in lingerie!

"This pretty much covers like a bikini, right?" I tried to give the boys some bikini-like poses I had seen in magazines. I held the corners of the towel in my outstretched hands and then lowered my hands to bring the towel to thigh level. I turned to face my butt towards the boys and looked over my shoulder at it myself. "Am I okay back here too? It's a good thing I didn't wear a thong today!" I looked up to see a wide-eyed Chris and Alex.

Chris struggled to get some words out. "W-wow, that's very-" 

"That's perfect! It will totally work!" Alex butted in, hopeful.

"Okay, if you boys say so," I said, smiling a little. I pulled the towel back up and re-wrapped it around myself. I had to pause the show or else they would never get changed. "Let me know when you're ready."

The boys scrambled over each other to get upstairs and get changed. While I waited, I found some rubber bands and put my hair up into a messy bun to keep it out of the water. Soon we were all wrapped in towels, out the back door, and on the cold back patio.

The hot tub was the kind that stays filled and heated all the time. We set an egg timer from the kitchen so I knew when the laundry would be done. Chris pulled back the cover and he and Alex rushed to get in first. We were all cold and anxious to get in, but I'm sure they mostly wanted a better view of my entrance.

I was starting to shiver already with the outside air biting at my bare arms and legs. I dropped my towel to the side of the tub, showing the boys my underwear again, and slowly lowered myself down into the steaming water across from them. It felt sooo good! The bubbles were switched on and they flowed around the curves of my body, tingling and warming my flesh. The water was so nice and the air so cold that I sank down all the way so that just my chin was over the water. The bubbles were thick enough that all details were obscured and only the vague shape of my body could be made out. I'm sure the guys were really disappointed by that.

We talked. I told them about my recent move from Utah, and how I couldn't take the cold anymore like I used to. We talked about school (and confirmed we went to the same one) and the town. My plans for college. Their aspirations. The new Star Wars movie.

Both Chris and Alex were pretty geeky. I mean, I did meet them playing video games. They had a couple other friends from school in their group and they all did geeky things together. Not that I'm knocking them at all-everyone neded a hobby. I still hadn't made any friends at my new school by this point, so these guys were pretty much my first. And, I thought to myself, maybe guys like this were more likely to appreciate my little experiments in showing my body.

The heat of the tub started to build up on me, and it felt more comfortable to leave my shoulders up in the cool air to balance things out. Then more of the top of my chest. Then some more. Eventually I was sitting much further up the side of the tub, with my bra-covered breasts completely out of the water as we talked. Chris and Alex definitely had something to look at again. While the lace patterns of my bra hadn't been see-through before, the water had turned it partially transparent. The boys could faintly see my nipples now! The wet, white lace made me look like some fancy contestant in a wet tee shirt contest.

I felt all fluttery inside as I tried to keep up the conversation while letting my audience look. Both sets of eyes were now glued to my chest whenever possible, but I refrained from giving away what I knew. I felt really sexy showing off my boobs out in basically the open air, and giving my schoolmates an exciting treat.

They probably only got to watch for ten minutes before the egg timer went off. The sudden ringing made me jump out of the water a bit. I took that opportunity to look down and pretend to notice my situation for the first time.

"Oh, gosh!" I gasped, clutching my hands over my wet breasts. "This water made my bra see-through!" I lifted my hands a little in an act of getting a better look myself, while drawing more attention from the boys and allowing them to look more too.

Chris looked worried that they would get in trouble with me for not saying something. Alex tried to recover.

"That's not so bad!" he declared. "I mean, really, we can hardly see anything from here."

"Really?" I asked, sounding unconvinced. I lowered my arms all the way and turned my shoulders toward Chris. I wanted to put him on the spot again and make him squirm a little. "Chris, can you see much from your angle? Oh, it's embarrassing if you guys can see my nipples." With my hands clasped under the water, I brought my elbows closer together in front of me to push my round breasts a little further forward and up, to let him inspect me better.




The Boys Next Door



"I guess... maybe a little. But-but yeah it's really not that bad!" Chris was such a bad liar. But it was cute to see him so flustered by my teasing.

"Okay, if you say so," I said. I stood up in the tub and looked around the yard around us. Of course there was nobody in sight. The fence was even too high to see any of the windows in my house or the ones to the other sides. "I feel pretty naked out here..." I really did feel that way, but that was a good thing. The water level was below my crotch now and I was already starting to feel the cold again. The boys' eyes went right down to my bottoms. I didn't really have a good view of those while standing, but knowing what happened to my bra, my panties had probably become a little transparent too and they could probably see that I had shaved my naughty bits.

I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward teasingly towards the boys a bit, because they were still sitting. Were they hiding boners? "Hey, don't tell anyone about this, okay?" I said, "I don't want the whole school to know that I stripped down to my undies for some guys I just met."

The boys nodded solemnly and I got out of the tub to put my towel back on.

Chris and Alex went back to their game while I got my laundry out. Since my bra and panties were now wet, I had to go commando in my sweats. They were nice and warm and hot out of the dryer.

I wasn't sure what to do with my underwear now, though. When I took it off, the seams were starting to come apart. I bought the set because it looked fancy but the price was actually really cheap. I didn't really feel like carrying that broken, wet stuff back home, and hanging them up to dry in Chris' house definitely wasn't an option. I decided to make them them Chris' responsibility, just to see what he would do about it.

I carried my basket of clean clothes out to the living room and said my goodbyes. "Thanks for the game and the soak, guys," I waved, "But I think the hot water kind of messed up my bra and panties. Chris, could you get rid of that for me? I left it in the laundry room and couldn't find a garbage can."

Chris agreed, blushing that he would be handling my underwear. It didn't seem like he was scheming to keep them as a souvenir, but I couldn't figure out what he was thinking instead.

* * *

I ran into Chris a few more times at school in the following weeks. Alex a couple times too. We didn't have any classes together so I only saw them pretty briefly.

At one point Alex came up to me at my locker and suggested another hot tub session, but I had to decline on the basis of my pseudo-swimsuit getting ruined. So of course he proposed skinny dipping again, and I declined that too, at least for now. As much as I was tempted, I didn't want to do it just because Alex was pushing for it.

They both came together to find me the day before our winter break started at the end of December. But it was Chris who did the talking.

"Uh, hey, Lexi, do you think you could come over tonight after dinner to hang out? I mean... if you want to." He was still timid, but a little more confident than before. Confident enough to invite me out of the blue. I definitely wasn't expecting Chris to be this bold. Was he trying to ask me out? But Alex was going to be there too...

I didn't have any other plans, so I agreed. I wanted to see what the boys were up to anyway. And I couldn't just shoot down Chris after he'd drummed up the courage to ask me.

It hadn't gotten any colder since my laundry adventure, but it was still enough for me to bundle up a bit again for my walk outside that night. Chris greeted me at the door again.

"So who's home this time?" I asked as we walked to the living room. I wanted to avoid getting surprised this time.

"Mom's away again, and Alex is here. And Mike and Tim will be here later. You can meet them." Those were the other two friends in their group.

"Merry Christmas!" announced Alex, when we arrived. He was sitting on the living room floor with two colorfully wrapped packages in front of him, both about the same flat, rectangular size. "Chris wanted you here so you could open your presents."

"Presents!" I was genuinely surprised. "Really, Chris? Aw, guys, you are so sweet!" I gushed. "But, wait, I feel so guilty... I haven't gotten anything for you."

"We just want to see you use these, and that's present enough for us," said Alex.

"Yeah... we just think you're really cool and want you to have this. That's all," said Chris shyly.

I blushed a little. This was their show of appreciation for me prancing around in see-through underwear in front of them, was what he meant. Lexi the stripper was earning her first tips.

"Here, open my present first," said Alex, thrusting the first package at me.

I tore it open cautiously. It was a dark blue one-piece swimsuit. "Wow! This is just what I needed so I can hot tub with you guys again. Thank you, Alex!" I said, looking over the gift at him. "Does this mean you've given up on getting me to skinny dip with you?" I asked with suspicion.

Alex crossed his arms sternly. "Never." We all laughed.

"Can I try it on now? You guys want to see me wear it, right?"

The boys nodded vigorously.

I went to the laundry room to change, since that was really the only other room in the house I knew. I guess it was now my dressing room. I had a lot of clothes on so it took a while to get everything off, but soon I was totally naked for the second time in Chris' house! I almost wanted to waltz out to the living room just like that and let the boys feast their eyes on every uncovered inch of me. But I also wanted to enjoy teasing them more first, and we did still need to see how the suit looked on me. I pulled it on and padded barefoot back to the living room.

"Tadaa!" I said, announcing my grand arrival. Alex and Chris applauded.

I turned some poses for the boys, like I had done with my lingerie earlier in the month. The suit was fairly basic, but hugged my curves perfectly from the swell of my breasts to my wide hips and round butt. The neckline plunged to show a good amount of cleavage but not a dangerous amount to where I'd be popping out of it. The bottom was cut just high enough to show a little butt cheek on either side, but it was far from being a thong. I had my hair tied up again so it wouldn't get in the way of seeing the outfit. It was a sexy suit for sure, but I was actually surprised how conservative it was, given that Alex picked it out.

"Like a glove!" said Alex.

"Yeah, I can't believe how well this fits," I admitted, "You must have a great eye for sizing."

"You could say I'm an expert in women's bodies," boasted Alex, "but credit for this one actually goes to Chris."

"Yeah, actually," Chris confessed, "I kinda peeked at the tags on your underwear when you left it here."

"Well I'm glad you put that information to good use." I smiled. "Just promise to keep my intimate measurements a secret, okay?"

Chris smiled in response. I think he liked having that responsibility.

"Hey, actually can you guys take some pictures of me? There aren't any mirrors in the laundry room and I want to see how this thing looks from a distance."

The boys enthusiastically pulled out their phones and started snapping. I started with a basic front, side, and back view, then repeated some of the other poses I gave to the guys earlier. Then I went to take a look at the results, but Alex interrupted me.

"Hold on, do you think we can get some more poses? I really want to remember this moment," he pleaded.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine," I said. This was his gift after all. "But I'm all out of poses. What do you want me to do?"

"Any pose?" Alex couldn't believe I agreed.

"Any pose."

That opened the floodgates. Alex had me start with some butt shots. That pervert. Some bent over, some with my back arched more, knees together, knees spread. The suit had pretty good coverage where it counted, so I felt pretty comfortable with all the porny things he asked for. Even though I wasn't actually showing anything, I still felt sexy with all the attention I was getting, like I was a real magazine model.

"I can do the splits too. I was in gymnastics when I was a kid. Do you guys want pictures of that?" I offered. Of course they did. They got me from multiple angles with my legs spread all the way. I made sure the gusset of the suit stayed in place so I wasn't giving them any flashes for those ones.

Then we did some bent-forward and crawling poses, accentuating my cleavage. I even gave them some tease shots with the shoulder straps playfully pulled down off my shoulders.

Finally we had run out of ideas and I was able to look at the results. The photos went from fairly tame to fairly racy, even though I had the essentials covered. The cold of the house was starting to get to me again and in some shots you could see that my nipples were visibly hard and pressing against the material of the suit.

"Wait, what about that one?" I pointed as we neared the end, but Chris had already gone past it on his phone. "No, go back to the other one."

It was one of the photos where I had the shoulder straps down. The neckline of the suit had creeped down a little too far and a bit of my areola was peeking around the edge.

"Woah, nice one!" exclaimed Alex.

"D-do you think we should delete it?" asked Chris. It was sweet of him to still be concerned with my modesty, though he also sounded sad to have to let it go, like it was a puppy had just followed him home.

"Gosh, I don't know, that's pretty embarrassing..." I had to think. Meanwhile the boys looked like they were trying to burn the image in their memory in case I gave the word.

"Please let us keep it!" pleaded Alex.

I sighed. "All right, fine," I relented. "It's not even really a nip slip because my nipple isn't all the way showing. I don't know why you guys are so excited about it." Except I did, and I was excited too. I couldn't believe I was letting them keep this photo of my partial nudity to have... forever!

We got through the rest of the photos and there weren't any more accidents, to Alex's disappointment. I opened Chris' present next.

"Hey, another swimsuit!" I called out. But this one was a pretty small-looking white bikini. "Wow, Chris," I eyed him skeptically, "and I thought Alex was the pervert of your group."

Chris blushed. "I just thought that... this one would be more like what you had in the tub."

I laughed. "And you guys liked that too, didn't you? It's okay, Chris, this is very sweet. Thank you." I liked that Chris was becoming more a participant in my game all on his own. I held up the package in front of me and looked at both boys. "I suppose you want me to try this one too?"

Of course they did.

This change was a lot quicker than the other one, since I only had one piece to take off.

"Gosh, this one is kind of embarrassing," I said quietly as I crept back into the living room. It was so small I felt self-conscious in it and walked the whole way with one arm over my breasts and the other hand over my crotch. "Um, but I guess I agreed to show you guys." I dropped my arms and giggled a little nervously.

Instead of cheers this time, the boys sat in silent awe.

"This really hardly covers anything," I said, tugging at different parts of the trim like I was trying to adjust things better. It wasn't like those extreme string bikinis like you see on the web where the girl is in constant danger of a wardrobe malfunction, but it was definitely skimpier than my bra and panty set from before. The top was two triangles with ample coverage around my nipples, but still cut small enough that they didn't cover the curves of my breasts bulging on either side. It was a halter style that tied behind my back with the upper strings tying around the back of my neck. The bottoms were maybe big enough in front to cover about half my pubic hair if I had any. I was so glad I had freshly shaved! The back was a g-string with a token triangle at the top covering nothing. It was tied on the sides. The boys still hadn't said anything. "C'mon, guys, what do you think?"

"Amazing," said Chris, after another long pause.

"You are stunning," agreed Alex.

I giggled again. "Why thank you, boys." I turned from side to side, examining my outfit some more. "I don't know if I'm brave enough to wear this in public, but it makes me feel pretty sexy. Maybe I can just wear it when I'm around you guys. Is that alright with you, Chris? Since you got it for me."

"Y-yeah, of course," stammered Chris, still wide-eyed.

Without asking, I turned my almost-naked butt towards the boys and looked over my shoulder at them. "So... do you guys just want the same poses again?"

Their phones immediately came back out and we repeated the photo session with my skimpier suit. The poses had been risqué but safe in the previous suit; now they were downright scandalous in the bikini. My butt cheeks were now completely exposed, and the thin g-string barely covered my butt hole when I knelt in the behind shots. I had to keep adjusting the thin gusset of the bottoms over my pussy as I moved around, because they started worked their way into my slit and even the slightest shift in position meant a bit of lip coming out. Especially when I was doing the splits again. The boys really loved that.

"I don't even know if I want to look at these photos, you guys," I sighed. "I might have a heart attack and make you delete them all."

"I think I'm ready to have a heart attack now," said Alex, still snapping away.

"Listen," I said. I stopped posing for a moment to emphasize how serious I was. "I won't look at these ones and I'll let you guys keep all these photos if you promise not to show them to anyone else, okay? You can't even tell anyone you have these. Promise me."

The boys looked at each other.

"I promise," said Chris.

"Cross my heart, seriously," said Alex.

"Okay, good," I said. "Let me do just one more pose. I don't have straps to push down on this top, but I can do this instead." In one swift motion I pulled apart the knot behind my neck and let the strings fall down the front of my chest. The triangles gave way and flashed my bare nipples momentarily to the boys before I was able to catch the top and pull the material back up over my breasts, the upper strings dangling. "Woops! That didn't go as smoothly as planned."

The boys didn't even have time to get their cameras up to catch that one.

"Ummm, can you do that again?" tried Alex.

I laughed. "Sorry, boys, that was a once-in-a-lifetime," I chided. "But you can get some shots with my hands on my boobs like this. That's what I was going for."

I did a few sexy almost-topless poses for them with the bikini top loose and one or both of my hands covering my breasts. I was starting to regret my decision to let them keep all these photos in my bikini. I didn't even know how much I was showing! But at least I felt I could trust them to keep everything private. 

I turned my back to them and retied the top while they couldn't see. "So," I said, turning back around. "Is it time for another dip in the hot tub?"

Predictably, the boys agreed that I should wear the bikini to the tub rather than the one-piece. The boys got changed again and we settled in, sitting across from each other once again.

"Is your mom away often, Chris?" I asked. "I wouldn't mind coming here to soak more often. This feels so great." I leaned back, sinking further into the bubbling hot water. Unlike my bra, the bikini stayed opaque when wet. I still had to re-adjust it over my breasts now and then, though.

"Yeah, her work sends her off a lot. Just text me when you want to check," said Chris. It seemed like with all my shenanigans, Chris was starting to get used to me and more comfortable around me. Just a little.

"So is this turning out to be a good Christmas for you guys?" I ventured.

"Today has been a dream come true," said a very relaxed Alex, who was also sinking into the tub.

"It was really awesome that you did that for us," said Chris.

"Aw, that wasn't a big deal. It was just some bikini pictures. And you guys had to buy the outfits." I pointed out. "I know those weren't the cheapest either. I still feel like I haven't given you back enough yet.

"Trust me, you've already paid us back in spades," said Alex. Gosh, if Alex were this satisfied, those bikini photos must have showed more than I thought. Still, I was surprised he didn't take the opportunity to push his luck more. So I finally decided to push it for him. It was going to be a big present for all of us.

"Well, I was just thinking..." I started, hesitantly. "You guys have been asking me so many times to skinny dip with you... maybe I can give it a try just this once? Would you like that?"

"Oh my god, really?" gasped Alex, sitting up again.

"Lexi... are you sure you want to do this?" asked Chris, with a little concern in his voice. It was cute that he was still trying to look after me. "You really don't have to..."

"Dude, what are you saying?!" butted in Alex.

"You mean you don't want to be in a hot tub with a naked girl?" I asked Chris with a flirtatious smile.

"It's not like that, I just don't want you to be-"

"Don't worry about me, Chris," I reassured, interrupting. "I had a lot of... fun, showing you guys the bikini. So this is something I wanna do. I'm sure."

With that, I sank down to neck-height again and pulled apart the upper knot of my top. Then the back knot. That was trickier to do while keeping my breasts hidden under the water. I had to arch my back to reach and my nipples came up almost to the water's surface. I crossed one arm over my boobs as I rose up from the water and used my other hand to gather up my top and place it out on the side of the tub. I gave the boys a seductive smile and lowered myself back in the water, removing my arm. Now I was completely topless in front of two boys! But the water obscured their view.

Still scrunched low in the tub, I used both hands to untie the sides of my bottoms at the same time. I pulled it out from between my legs and, without rising from the water this time, I gave them a little toss to land near my top.

"I'm totally naked now." I breathed, as I blushed. I knew that was stating the obvious but somehow just saying it made me feel that much hotter about what was happening. It was such a rush having zero clothing on, even though the guys couldn't quite see me. Each of them was only a few feet away from my nude body. I had almost demanded that they get naked with me, or else I wouldn't. It would have fun to be all in there naked together, and maybe I could have scored a peek at how hard I had made them. But that was pretty unlikely because of the ease they could hide under the water. And there was something extra sexy about my audience remaining clothed while I was the only one naked and vulnerable.

"Wow, this just gets better and better," breathed Alex.

"But... what do we do now?" asked Chris.

That was a good question. "Um... how about we just talk like we did last time?" I suggested. "Like when I was wearing something. I don't want this to be any different just because I'm naked. I'd like it if we could just hang out normally."

We agreed that was a good idea.

So we kept talking like we did before. Except I was having a real difficult time keeping my composure because I kept feeling more and more aroused over my nude state. I started to push my exposure gradually like I did the last time in the tub. I began relaxing my careful low position in the hot tub and sat higher and higher, showing the boys more and more of the tops of my breasts.

Then Chris got a call on his phone.

"Hey. Okay, yeah, we're in the hot tub in back. The side door is open," he said to the person on the line. "Okay, bye."




The Boys Next Door



"Mike and Tim are here," Chris announced to us.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot we had more people coming!" I yelped. I sank back lower in the tub to hide my body again, now feeling more self-conscious.

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you about earlier," said Chris.

"It's okay," I sighed, defeated. "This is what I signed up for. I'm just going to have to be naked for more people than I planned for."

Mike and Tim came from around the side of the house.

"Hey, guys," said Alex.

"That one is Mike and that one is Tim," Chris said to me. "Guys, this is Lexi," he said, using my nickname.

"Not my real name!" I corrected.

"It's her stripper name!" said Alex.

The new guys came around to my side of the tub. I had to cover my bare breasts with my left arm as I half-stood to shake hands with them. And I made sure to keep my hips in the water to hide my pussy. Their eyes went wide when they saw my condition. My boobs bounced a little from the movement of my body as we shook hands. I wasn't as careful as I could've been about it and my left nipple started coming out from the bend of my elbow.

"Woah, are you naked?" asked Mike, incredulous.

"Are you really a stripper?" asked Tim.

I blushed, still half-standing in waist-deep water with just my arm to shield my toplessness. I couldn't believe I was meeting these guys while naked. "I'm not a stripper," I answered shyly. "Lexi is just the nickname the guys have for me but nobody else calls me that."

"And yes, I'm naked," I continued. I placed my right hand over my pussy and stood up the rest of the way, with the water coming up to just the middle of my thighs. "See?" Mike and Tim could now see I had nothing on under my hands, though I kept my private parts covered. Behind me, Alex and Chris had a great view of my bare butt. I held the pose for a long couple seconds and sat back down in the safety of the water. "But I want you all to know that this is my first time skinny dipping. I don't do stuff like this often at all."

"I don't think anyone here would mind if you did it more often," reminded Alex.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I retorted sarcastically, sticking out my tongue. "Anyway, the deal is that we're just hanging out normally. You can look but you can't touch. I'm not doing anything sexual with you guys." Other than maybe a little flashing, I thought to myself.

Mike and Tim were wearing athletic warmups with trunks underneath. They stripped down right there to join us. It was just a six-person tub, so Chris and Alex scooted closer to me from the opposite side of the tub to make room for Mike and Tim to sit across from me.

I decided to resume my little strategy of slowly forgetting about my modesty on top. But now the stakes were much higher with my audience size doubled and sitting much closer to me!

Before long I had worked my way up during the conversation so that I was sitting with the tops of my breasts and cleavage above the water line, with my nipples just barely hidden below. Mike and Tim quickly caught on to what was happening. I pretended not to notice as the boys' eyes were glued to my breasts as we talked. Every now and then I would laugh or move around a bit more as I was talking, letting my uncovered nipples briefly bounce out of the water and into view. That was so hot! Despite the heat from the tub, my nipples were achingly stiff from my excitement, and now the boys could see that too.

At one point I went to check the time on my phone, which I had also left to the side of the tub behind me. I didn't want to be too obvious with that one, but I made sure to rise out of the water first and flash my bare tits for a split second before allowing my hands to come up to cover my nipples. I couldn't believe I was doing this with my neighbor sitting right next to me and in front of two guys I had just met. I was starting to get really wet, and it wasn't from the tub.

We kept talking later into the night. The boys certainly didn't want to cut their show short so they kept the conversation going as much as they could. I didn't want it to end either. We went so long that the bubbles actually shut off on their own.

"Eek!" I gasped. As the bubbles disappeared, it quickly became much easier to see through the water, and to my nude curves below. I crossed my legs tightly under the water to hide my pussy and cupped my hands over my nipples.

"Oh yeah, the bubbles are on an automatic timer," said Chris, "and the controls are back here." He tried reaching behind me but couldn't quite make it as they were a little farther from the edge of the water.

"Oh, I can get it!" I volunteered. I switched my breast coverage to just one arm and turned all the way around towards the controls behind me. I stood up out of the water and bent over a little more than I needed to reach the distant panel, spreading my legs for stability. I heard all four boys gasp behind me. In this pose, they had a clear, unobstructed view of my butt hole and dripping wet pussy from behind!

After taking extra long to figure out the controls and prolong my exposure, I finally succeeded in turning the bubbles back on and returned to my earlier sitting position. I was so excited from that last flash that I was almost ready to orgasm. "Ooh, thats much better," I cooed, sinking back into the bubbles, my heart still thumping hard with excitement.

"If you like the jets, there's three close together near Mike's spot, " Chris suggested. "Two from the side and one from below."

"Really?" I jumped up excitedly. I was so horny at this point that I didn't even care what I was showing anymore. Or I was doing it on purpose. "Make some room for me!" I demanded as I waded the short distance across the tub to the spot next to Mike. I left my arms swinging at my sides and my bouncing tits were completely uncovered over the water the whole time. Mike and Tim moved out of the way, eyeing my hard nipples as I slipped in between them.

I felt under the water for the jets with my hands, still totally topless for the boys. When I found them I turned around towards the center of the tub, so I could lean my back against both side jets. I reflexively covered my nipples with my fingers again as I turned, but I had to let go because they were so sensitive. My hands gripped the tub to either side instead. I lowered my swollen pussy over the third jet but kept the bottom curve of my breasts well over the water level where the boys could still see everything.

"Ooh," I giggled seductively, "the bubbles are tingling in my... um... " I couldn't say it. I was completely naked and brazenly exposed in between four boys. They were close enough they could reach out and touch me if they wanted to. Chris and Alex were staring intently. I don't think any of them could believe their eyes. Were they stroking themselves under the water? I couldn't tell if I was seeing that out of the corner of my eye or if I just wanted that to happen. I started panting like mad and my hips bucked against the water jet.

Within a few seconds that felt like minutes, the force of the jet built up too much sensation for me to handle anymore. I tried to be as quiet as I could but wasn't able to stop myself from letting out a low moan as I came.

The boys shifted to the side again to make room for me as I moved away from the jets. I sank slowly back into the water while I descended from my climax.

"That... was really cool," said Chris. The boys all agreed in quiet awe.

"Well... thanks for hanging out, guys," I said, after taking a while to catch my breath. I didn't really know what else to say following what just happened. But I knew the night was over for me. "Chris, could you hand me my bikini?"

He had trouble retrieving it from the side of the tub while hiding the tent in his trunks.

"I guess I shouldn't ask you guys to get out with me," I giggled.

The boys gave their awkward-and appreciative-goodbyes. With my bikini securely back on, I wished them a Merry Christmas and returned to the laundry room with my two new swimsuits to dress before returning home for the night.

I couldn't wait to get naked for my friends again.



The Boys Next Door Ch. 01



Shouts and splashes echoed through the late May afternoon, bouncing from the neighbors' backyard pool to Diana's second story bedroom. She stretched out on her unmade bed, trying to lose herself in Hamlet and ignore the party going on next door. Senior year finals were coming up, with graduation two weeks away, and even though she was accepted and set to go to Yale in the fall, the grades still mattered to her. But every time she turned a page, some girl would shriek or some guy would bellow, or another splash would tell her someone had jumped in the pool, and it just reminded her how very hot her room was and how very alone she was this weekend.

Throwing her book aside, she tugged the window open to let in some air, glaring at the O'Brians' landscaped patio and manicured lawn. Beer bottles littered the grass, thumping bass shook her floor, and sleek wet bodies in swimsuits dove into the glistening pool. Her eyes swept the yard for the twins. They'd be hard to miss: tall, muscled, powerfully built, moving with an easy confidence that made her sick with envy.

Her gaze stopped at a tanned male reclining on a patio chair, beer in hand, surrounded by laughing girls. Hard to tell from this distance whether it was Brendan or Ian. Up close, she'd know the difference right away: the cleft in Brendan's chin, the dark freckle on Ian's left cheek below his eye, were obvious signs to anyone who knew them well. But she hadn't been up close to them in years, and she couldn't say that she knew them well. Anymore.

The twin on the patio looked up from the bevy of girls, sipping his beer. Suddenly, his eyes met hers. Shock zinged through Diana. God, she was in her underwear because it was so hot, and spying on her neighbors' party like the social lame-o that she was, and he'd seen her! She ducked down below the window, her heart beating fast. Maybe he hadn't seen her. Maybe he'd seen her, but he hadn't noticed her black lace bra and the creamy cleavage spilling over the top.

Once her heart slowed down, she crawled along the floor and maneuvered back onto her bed. No way would her hand slide into her panties just because a pair of hazel eyes had turned her insides to jelly. Tossing aside her black-rimmed glasses — oversized enough to be hip, if you embraced the hipness in being a complete nerd — she squinted at her laptop, trying to motivate herself to bang out another 500 words before she took a break. But she couldn't forget the eyes that had just met hers. Heat curled through her body that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

Shaking her head, she closed her laptop. How pathetic could she get? Saturday afternoon, sunshine so gorgeous it hurt, and she was alone in the house with Hamlet and her half-written paper for company, ignoring her friends' texts because schoolwork came first, while her parents spent the weekend at the beach with Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian, and the twins, home from UConn for the summer, took advantage of having the house to themselves. Themselves, and thirty other people.

Diana could hear her mother's excited voice in her head: "When you go away to Yale, the twins will practically be your neighbors again! It'll be almost as good as having them next door. You can go cheer for them at their basketball games, and they can get you settled into campus life." Diana didn't have the heart to remind her mother that their schools were an hour apart, and no one would be cheering or helping anyone get settled — except in their parents' imaginations.

She sighed, taking a long swig of the watery iced coffee on her desk and rubbing the condensation over her face and neck. It hadn't always been like this. Ten years ago, she'd been the one splashing in the pool with the twins or playing basketball with them in their driveway while Brendan gave her encouraging tips and Ian teased her mercilessly about her lack of skills. Growing up, they'd been in and out of each others' houses all the time.

Two years older than she was, the twins had always looked eerily identical, with wavy brown hair, bright hazel eyes, broad dimpled grins —and wildly different personalities. Brendan had been friendly and easygoing. Diana smiled, remembering how he'd always taken the time to explain the rules of any game they were playing with total patience. Ian, on the other hand, had pelted her relentlessly with water balloons during the hot summers, dumped ice down her shirt at family picnics, and put fake spiders in her bed when she'd slept over while her parents were out of town, the summer before third grade. She'd quickly learned that with Ian, survival meant one thing: fight back, fight harder. If he dumped ice down her shirt, she'd dump it down his pants. Spiders in her bed? She retaliated with a caterpillar in his cereal bowl — a live one. And even though she'd been scared of Ian, she'd worshiped both the twins when she was little.

Diana kicked at her sheets restlessly, running her fingers through her sweaty dark hair and pulling it off her neck. She couldn't pinpoint when things had changed. She just knew that she'd gone the studious route, the twins had gone the popular and outgoing route, and once they'd started high school, her path stopped crossing theirs completely. She'd always been on the shy side, but as she got older, it got worse, not better. She hated the way she got tongue-tied with boys, and now the twins were definitely boys. Tall, good-looking, and confident; always off playing basketball and having dates with girls and going out with their friends. Or so she heard when their parents got together for dinner and she was the lone kid at the table, politely answering questions about her grades and achievements.

By the time she was in high school, her friendship with the twins felt like a hundred years in the past. They ran in completely different circles. Brendan and Ian were basketball stars, always on the court practicing or pumping iron in the gym. She found a niche in the literary magazine and stayed up late at night working her way to the top of her class. Brendan at least called out a hello the rare times that she passed him in the halls, and she tried her best to say hi back without breaking into a sweat. Ian ignored her completely now.

It wasn't hard to pick up on the gossip about the twins, though, and she knew that Brendan was a reasonably conscientious student, voted "Most Likely to Succeed" and busy with student government, while Ian was giving his parents one headache after another. End of sophomore year, he and some other guys had been suspended for pulling a prank on their biology teacher that involved more frogs than anyone should have access to, and his mother complained he was partying every weekend and doing the bare minimum to keep his grades up in order to play basketball.

Diana snorted now, remembering all the rumors she'd heard about Ian in high school. Knowing him, every word was true: the girls, the pranks, the traffic citations, the mouthing off to teachers, the partying. But she couldn't help feeling warm, remembering what had happened last week, after the twins had gotten home from college for the summer. She'd run into Ian in the grocery store, and right there in the dairy section, he'd looked her over and smirked at her. Turning beet-red, she whirled around and marched off to the produce aisle, where she'd pretended to be choosing just the right bag of cherries until she could be sure he'd left the store. He'd been laughing at her, no question. Leering at her vintage dress, her bobbed haircut, and her glasses while the giant bags of chips in his shopping cart rustled mockingly at her. So why were her breasts tingling, her hard nipples telling her they could still feel his eyes? She didn't even want to think about what she'd done in bed late that night as she pictured Ian unbuttoning her dress in front of the milk and eggs. Of all the people.

But she had to admit: if she was sprawled here on her bed now, listening miserably to the good time next door and thinking about all the parties she'd skipped because she feared the drinking and noise and what might happen with the wrong guy; the times she'd left, uncomfortable, when her literary magazine friends lit up a joint at someone's house; the hard fact that she was eighteen and had never, ever kissed a boy because she was terrified to get close — she had to admit that she was also incredibly, undeniably, inescapably horny.

And this wasn't anything new. She wondered what the guys at school would say if they knew that the shy girl who wore her retro dresses buttoned all the way to the collar, wouldn't dream of getting less than an A, and kept her arms crossed over her breasts when talking to anyone male had fantasized about fucking most of them. In pairs, or separately, or in front of an audience. She'd spent her eighteenth birthday money on a high-quality dildo that arrived in a plain brown package, and god, that thing was good. It only made her long for the real deal even more.

The doorbell startled her. Quickly, she grabbed a robe, pulled it on over her black bra and panties, and ran downstairs, belting the robe tightly before she opened the door.

One of the twins leaned against the doorframe, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and a big smile. Diana blinked, her eyes darting away from his long bronzed body, then back. His smile was so welcoming that she began to relax. This was Brendan. The cleft in his chin — and the friendly smile — didn't leave any doubt.

"You're all alone this weekend," he said. She caught a whiff of beer on his breath, but he didn't seem drunk — just relaxed.

"You're not." She couldn't help sounding snippy. She had a life too. Brendan didn't have to assume that she had no friends — even if she was avoiding them right now to study.

"You shouldn't be, either. Come on over."

"No," she said quickly.

"No?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm studying for finals. Not all of us are done with school for the summer." God, why oh why did she have to get bitchy whenever she managed to talk to an attractive guy?

But Brendan just smiled more broadly. "All the more reason to come over. You need a break. Mom said you're going to Yale. We should celebrate."

Her heart was pounding, just like it had when he and Ian had taken her to school almost four years ago. No. She couldn't handle the party next door. Thirty people she didn't know, college-aged, drinking and yelling and laughing. Her throat went dry just thinking about it. And here was Brendan, looking at her expectantly.

"Why are you inviting me over when we haven't talked in years?" she managed, doing her best not to stare at the floor — though she really, really wanted to. Brendan may have been hot in high school, but now he was gorgeous. His face was more chiseled, his body more filled out. His eyelashes were thick and dark, and a soft line of hair divided his hard abs and disappeared into his swim trunks. She forced her eyes to stay on his face.

He looked up at the doorframe, then back at her. "Can I come in?"

"Oh. Uh, sure. Sure." Quickly, she stepped back as he entered and closed the door behind him. His arm brushed hers, and her stomach lurched. God, she was wearing a bathrobe, and she'd forgotten that until this second.

"I saw you watching," he said softly.

Blood rushed to her face. So the twin on the patio had been Brendan. "Sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be sorry. I figured you were up in your room studying and wanted to have some fun. So go get your swimsuit."

Diana blinked at his authoritative tone. He was probably used to telling people what to do — telling girls what to do — and having them listen. The easy confidence in his stance made that much clear. And what's more, it was making her stomach lurch again. Her whole body prickled.

"I'll be right back," she heard herself saying.

As soon as she made it up the stairs, she shook her head in shock. Had she lost her mind? No way was she going over there, and no way in hell was she parading around in front of Brendan — or his friends, or definitely Ian — in a swimsuit. The last time she gone swimming, it had been with her family and she'd worn a giant t-shirt the whole time that she'd been out of the pool.

But just out of curiosity, she pulled her swimsuit out of her drawer and tried it on to see if it still fit. It was a retro two-piece, yellow with red trim. The waistband was high, but the top showed plenty of cleavage. The bottoms laced up on both sides, ending in cute little red bows, and the top laced up the middle. The kind of suit she pranced around in for her fantasies, but didn't have the guts to show off in real life.

Brushing her bangs to the side, she took off her glasses and turned around in front of her full length mirror, studying the body she'd always considered a liability instead of an asset. Her curves were almost cartoonish, she thought, like a pinup girl's and then some, with a narrow waist flaring out to her round hips and ass, and oversized breasts that threatened to spill out of the top of the swimsuit. Without glasses, her big blue eyes looked like a doll's, she thought disgustedly. Put them together with her pert little nose, her rosebud mouth, and her heart-shaped face, and it was basically a given that she needed to wear glasses to get taken seriously. Her straight dark hair, growing out from the bob, tickled her shoulders. Even if she had the guts to go next door and lounge on a pool chair like she belonged there, she'd stick out like a sore thumb among the tanned, athletic partiers frolicking across the grass. Her skin was pale, and she stayed as far away from sports as possible.

But for just a second, staring at the mirror, Diana let herself see a pretty girl. A...sexy girl. A hot girl, built for action and ready for a good time. The girl starring in her fantasies, who wasn't afraid of boys and didn't worry what might happen if she let go.

A knock on her door made her jump.

"Are you okay?" Brendan's voice came through the door.

"Fine," she croaked.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh—" She blinked as the door opened. Brendan's broad grin turned her prickling skin into liquid heat. Too startled to look away, she stared into his hazel eyes.

"You look great. Let's go."

"I— I can't." She shook her head.

"What do you mean?" He crossed to her and put a hand on her bare shoulder. Oh God, why did he have to do that? His palm was so warm, his hand big and masculine. She could smell his male scent, cologne or deodorant or something else, salty and fresh. He didn't even seem to notice that he was touching her, but she could barely breathe. "You're all ready. You don't have anything else important to do." He cocked his head teasingly toward the pile of books and papers on her desk next to her laptop. "Come have fun."

"You don't understand." And she hated the way her voice dropped to a whisper. Dammit, when would she get past this insane shyness? When would she just be able to express herself like a normal person, as easy and comfortable as Brendan was right now? "I don't do parties. I don't hang out with people I don't know."

Brendan looked surprised, but he didn't take his hand off her shoulder. "You need to get past that. You're going to college soon. Everyone you meet will be a person you don't know, and the parties—"

"I'm scared."

Jesus, had she really just admitted that? And was Brendan moving closer and putting his arm around her? He couldn't be. Yes, he was. He was standing right next to her, right up close, with his arm around her shoulders. And all she could think was that she was in her swimsuit, with her skin more exposed than covered, and he was almost naked too, and tall and muscular and very male, and she was hot and cold—

"What are you scared of?" he murmured.

"People," she muttered. "Guys especially."

"Tell me," he said softly. "Why guys?"

Oh. My. God. He was rubbing her back, gently, and she felt like her body was on fire. Her crotch, especially. Her pussy was going to explode. "I—just don't trust guys. And I don't know what to do with them." She looked up from the floor. Brendan's head was cocked toward her, listening. His hand still stroked her back. "I've never...I've never kissed anyone. I've never even let a guy touch me the way you are, since—" she broke off. She'd said way too much. Any minute now, Brendan would flee her house, repelled by her complete uncoolness. He definitely wouldn't be leaning toward her the way he was right now, turning his head and lifting her chin with his fingers as he—

His lips met hers in a light kiss. She stared at him, shocked, as he pulled back. Smiling hazel eyes met hers. "Now you have," he said softly. "Not so bad, right?"

It was a second before she found her voice. "That was a peck," she said hoarsely. "That wasn't a real kiss."

Brendan's eyebrows shot up. Before she could backtrack, he cupped her neck, twining his fingers in her hair, and pulled her close. No. Yes. He was kissing her, his lips soft and alive, the beer on his breath sexier than she could have expected, and — oh God, that was really his tongue snaking into her mouth, hot and wet, touching her tongue, even licking it. Her nipples were achingly hard, her whole body quivering. Her hands were pressed against Brendan's chest — yes, his bare chest, feeling thick hair and hot skin. Her bikini bottoms were completely soaked with excitement. His other hand still toyed with her back, sending shivers down her spine and straight into her pussy. And her mouth was opening eagerly to his as he sucked on her lower lip. He let go all too soon.

"Come over," he said softly. "We'll take care of you."

We? Meaning who, exactly? Him and Ian? He had to be crazy. Ian certainly wouldn't take care of her. And even though Brendan had his arms around her right now, caressing the back of her head in a way that made her want to scream from the fever pitch of excitement building in her, this couldn't possibly mean anything to him that even came close to what it meant for her. He'd kissed a lot of girls, she was sure of it. Screwed a lot of girls, most likely. And if she went next door, he'd probably introduce her to everyone, dutifully, and then forget about her.

"Not this time." Her voice was soft. "I really can't. But thanks."

"Then come over after everyone's left. When it's just me and Ian. You can handle that, right?" He smiled encouragingly at her, as if he didn't even notice that her thighs were quivering as he massaged her back.

Maybe you, she wanted to say, but not Ian. He's an asshole who won't give me the time of day. What came out, weakly, was, "I don't think Ian likes me very much."

"Sure he does. Come over around eight. We'll go swimming." Brendan grinned at her as he gave her back a final pat and unwound his arms from around her. She was rooted to the spot as he left the room. A minute later, the sound of the front door opening and closing sent a sigh of relief through her.

This hadn't meant anything to him, she told herself, as she tugged down her damp bikini bottoms. It felt all too good to peel off her top and let her breasts surge free. Her nipples were deep red, puckered with excitement, just begging to be pinched and caressed. She shook her head quickly. Brendan had been tipsy and horny, and probably would have gone for anything woman-shaped. She just happened to be available. Or he'd felt sorry for her and had given her a pity kiss. Or...or...

Two seconds later she lay flat on her back in bed, moaning, rubbing her swollen clit and teasing her birthday dildo in and out of the juicy entrance to her pussy. "Brendan," she moaned. "Oh god, fuck me, Brendan." She might stutter with boys in person, but in her fantasies she was wanton, confident, all woman and all about sex. As her aroused pussy clasped the thick dildo, she imagined Brendan on top of her, smiling like they shared a special secret, working his cock carefully into her most private place. And — oh God, Ian was there too, watching exactly the way he'd looked at her in the grocery store, his eyes exploring every detail of her writhing naked curves beneath his brother's muscular body as he smirked at her. And stroked his hard cock. And— She groaned out loud as her tingling pussy clamped down on the rigid spear buried in her depths, her frantic circles on her clit peaking in a long spasm that left her gasping as she came again and again.




The Boys Next Door Ch. 01



*****

At eight-thirty that evening, the last guest left the house next door, staggering down the front walk and shouting some joke over his shoulder. Diana had been pacing her own empty house for the past half-hour, listening to soothing music that was doing nothing to calm her down, and arguing with herself about whether to take Brendan's invitation. He'd just asked her over because he felt sorry for her. He'd probably forgotten all about it. And—

Fuck it. She twisted the radio dial to the rock station, cranked up the volume, and swung open the door to her parents' liquor cabinet for a shot of liquid courage. Rum? Gin? Frangelico? She had no idea which one to choose. She'd never tried more than a sip of wine. But time was ticking, so she did her best to toss back a shot of vodka, spent most of the next minute bent over coughing, then went upstairs to put on her swimsuit, a sundress over it, and just enough makeup to look like she'd tried a little but not a lot.

As Diana walked up the path to the house next door, tingling warmth spread through her arms and legs. She was starting to feel more relaxed. The door opened, and she caught the cleft in Brendan's chin, relieved that the right twin had answered the door. Then she sucked in her breath as he bent to kiss her cheek. He was still just wearing his swim trunks, and she realized too late that she was staring at his rippling muscles.

"You came." He smiled at her, walking her into the kitchen with a hand on her back. Her heartbeat accelerated. Oh yes, she had, just a few hours ago. Suddenly she wondered if Brendan could smell her pussy on her fingers, and instead of being terrified, her stomach curled with arousal. A little part of her hoped he could. He was standing much closer than he needed to. "I was about to go over there and get you myself. Beer?"

Party leftovers littered the long kitchen. Diana blinked at the bags of chips spilling out, the bottles everywhere, the open jars of salsa, the melting ice. "I— sure. I've never tried it."

He opened a bottle from the cooler, handed it to her with a smile, and guided her to the backyard. There was no way he could know what his hand at the small of her back was doing to her. She tried to breathe normally as his thumb stroked her through her light dress, right above the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms. At least that stupid shot of vodka was helping. Her legs weren't shaking now, even though her crotch was already damp again.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said softly. Was that a joke? She couldn't be farther from comfortable right now. "Feel free to swim. I'm going to do some cleanup, but I'll be down soon."

What? Diana stared at his back as he walked away, outlined against the setting sun. This was what she'd been afraid of. Maybe she hadn't passed the fun test. Should she have kissed Brendan when he met her at the door? She had no idea what the hell to do. At least he'd stranded her in an empty backyard, with only the chirping crickets and the darkening sky for company, instead of in the middle of a big party. Sighing, she sipped the bitter bubbly drink in her hand, just to have something to do. But as the bottle got lighter in her hand, she began to relax again, leaning back in the chaise longue.

Years had passed since she'd set foot in this backyard, but she still knew it so well. There was the long pool in the middle where she'd tried to hold her own in water fights with the twins, the crisscrossing lights strung up over the patio that had held birthday parties, the darkness at the back of the yard where clumps of trees made tall shapes against the deepening night sky, and, buried in those trees, the treehouse the twins' dad had built for them ten years ago. She remembered the "no girls allowed" sign Ian had posted on the treehouse, and the way Brendan had tried to convince him to take it down.

It felt good to be back. Safe, really. Comforting. Relaxing. It was probably better that Brendan had left her alone. And the pool looked so inviting.

She stood up, set the empty beer bottle on the patio table, laid her glasses down next to it, and pulled her dress over her head. More warmth spread through her body, curling out from her stomach in the most relaxing way. Kicking off her flip flops, she strolled to the edge of the pool and jumped in, not with a sleek dive, but a kid's belly flop. Ooohh — that stung. In a good way. The pool was pleasantly warm, still holding the heat from the day, and she swam a slow lap, enjoying the way the water caressed her body and flowed over her curves, washing away the stress of finals and all of senior year. Her head felt so buzzy and relaxed now. Brendan had been right — she should celebrate after four years of hard work, or at least take it easy for a little while. Her whole body was tingling. Her limbs felt a little heavier, but she could still move easily through the water. On the second lap, she rolled onto her back and floated. The sun had set completely now, leaving the sky dark and salted with stars, with the only light in the yard coming from the lanterns over the patio.

Suddenly, whining chords split the quiet air. A cymbal crash made her splutter and kick. Water streamed into her eyes as someone cranked up the growling music even higher and jumped into the pool with an enormous splash. A sleek body, outlined in the darkness, sent water arcing up, moving swiftly past her with powerful strokes.

"Brendan...?" she asked.

"Ian," he said briefly over his shoulder, and sped towards the end of the pool.

Diana groaned. Why did Ian have to show up and ruin her relaxation? And where was Brendan? The kitchen had been messy, but not that messy. Maybe he was avoiding her, figuring he'd fulfilled his social charity work by planting a couple of pity smooches on her and inviting her over to swim. She tried to ignore Ian as he whooshed past her the other way — he'd always been a fast swimmer — but he was noisy in the water, and the pounding bass vibrated through the pool. As he streaked past her on one lap, then another, it became obvious: he was crowding her, forcing her to move closer and closer to the side of the pool until she barely had room to swim.

Prickling with irritation, she turned abruptly and cut across his path. A hand grabbed her ankle, and she gasped. She could have sworn Ian was on the other side of the pool.

"What are you doing?" she hissed when he surfaced, his fingers still wrapped around her ankle. It was completely disconcerting, even in the near-dark, to be looking into the same handsome face that had leaned in to kiss her a few hours ago — the same deep dimples, white teeth, and bright hazel eyes. This was definitely Ian, though. Freckle aside, Brendan's lips would never be twisted in that mocking half-grin, while she'd been seeing that superior smile on Ian's face for as long as she could remember. That is, until he stopped smiling at her at all. Water dripped off his face, and his brown hair was slicked back from swimming. With a jolt, she realized she was too annoyed to be paralyzed with shyness.

"This is my lane," he said smugly. As she kicked, he let go suddenly, only to grasp her waist. Diana couldn't help remembering the time Ian had dunked her at the twins' ninth birthday party — twice — and more irritation surged through her. Without thinking, she grabbed his broad shoulders so he couldn't push her under.

"You're crowding me. You did it on purpose." And he was crowding her now, closer even than Brendan had been in her bedroom. His breath was hot on her cheek.

"Nah. You're just blind without those stupid glasses on."

"I can see you just fine," she snapped. "And I wish I couldn't. You're polluting my view. And my eardrums."

"You're in my pool." She could barely see the smirk on his face, but she could definitely hear it in his voice over the waves of music reverberating through the backyard.

"Brendan invited me." And where the hell was he? "And now I'm drowning in obnoxious punk." Too pissed to be scared, she glared at him. "And so's the whole neighborhood. You're going to get a noise citation."

"Ooooh, a noise citation," he mimicked. "Worst thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so scared. But not as scared as you are, goody-two-shoes who's never broken a rule."

"How do you know?" she snapped. "You haven't talked to me in, oh, six or seven years."

"I don't have to. It's written all over your librarian-on-crack clothes, and your perfect fucking resume that my mom brings up all the time, and the way you walk around like a buttoned-up ice princess who's better than everyone else. And you haven't talked to me, either."

Diana could only stare at him. Her whole body was hot now. Why did he have to be squeezing her waist like his hands had every right to be there, and why wasn't she telling him to let go? His broad shoulders were smooth under her palms, and so muscular. "I don't think I'm better than everyone else." Her voice dropped. Ian was staring at her, his face much too close to hers. They'd kicked their way out to the middle of the pool, and she felt completely defenseless.

"Did you like it when my brother kissed you?" His voice was low now, too.

Heat rushed to her cheeks. "He told you?"

"We don't have any secrets from each other." Ian's mouth was so close to her ear now, his lips brushed her skin. "He told me it was your first kiss." He squeezed her waist. "And you're an innocent little girl who doesn't know what to do with boys." He pushed her wet hair off her face and gave it a tug. "And you were all alone in your house, too scared to come to our party."

"Those are my secrets," she whispered, the air knocked out of her. "Not Brendan's."

"Now they're mine too." He grinned at her.

Anger and embarrassment stung her throat. Only one way with Ian, she reminded herself: fight back, fight harder. She dug her fingers into his arms, gripping them as hard as she could. "Why are you such an asshole, Ian?" she snarled.

"Why are you such an uptight little priss?"

"I'm not," she gritted between her teeth.

"Prove it."

Oh God. What was happening? She'd leaned forward — she, not Ian. As soon as her lips touched his, he pulled her closer with a low growl. Shocked, she opened her mouth to his tongue as he kissed her roughly. Her head spun. She would have gasped for breath, but Ian's tongue, hot and determined, didn't leave her any room to gasp.

Why was he doing this? Why was she doing this? And why was hot desire arrowing through her body along with fury? Confused, panting, and painfully aroused, she raked her nails down his back and bit his lower lip, hard.

"Fuck, yes," he muttered. Diana's head swam as he sucked on her neck. "I knew you had it in you."

Keeping one powerful arm around her waist, he cut through the water with the other, swimming swiftly to the far end of the pool. Diana could only hang on to his shoulders as he maneuvered her backward.

Shrouded in darkness at the back of the pool, Ian's head blocked out the pinpoints of light on the patio. Diana couldn't see his features or his expression; she could only feel the power in his body as he grabbed the rim of the pool with his right hand and engulfed her lips again. His muscled bulk pressed her firmly back against the side of the pool; her arms clung to his neck. What was going on between their mouths could only be described as making out. And — oh Jesus, his left hand was roaming all over her body, squeezing and pinching her flesh in a way that should leave her feeling completely violated but just left fire wherever he touched.

She pulled back from his thrusting tongue, gasping for breath. He didn't make it easy for her, keeping her lower lip between his teeth for a long second before he let go.

"Stop it," she hissed. "Stop making fun of me. I know you don't really want me." Her cheeks were crimson, and thank God it was too dark for Ian to see them. Her stomach turned somersaults, and her pussy ached with arousal. He was too close and it was too dark and she was too excited and angry to even think about the crushing shyness getting in the way.

In response, Ian grabbed her hand and pressed it over the hard bulge bursting through his swim trunks. Stunned and more than a little curious, Diana instinctively squeezed before she pulled her hand away. "Right," he grunted. "I don't want you. Keep thinking that."

"You're just playing with me." This couldn't be real. Her buzzing head, her heavy warm body, Ian's hand and mouth everywhere again as the water lapped around them.

"Maybe I'm just pissed Brendan got here first," Ian rasped in her ear. "Did you think about that? And either he's been lying to me, or you've been lying to him. You know what to do with a boy."

"Fuck you," she gasped. Was this conversation even happening? Was any of this happening?

"Ask nicely." In the dim light, Diana could just barely see his cocky grin. His mouth swallowed hers again, and God help her, she was actually moaning into his mouth and sucking his lower lip. His roaming hand brushed against her heavy breast, then cupped it. She cried out into his mouth. "Goddamn, your tits are incredible," he muttered. His big fingers felt much too good, kneading her voluptuous flesh, and — yes — she was pushing her hard pearl of a nipple into his palm, rubbing against his touch as they kissed.

Suddenly he pulled back, his eyes flicking upward. Diana twisted, following his gaze. Brendan stood above them by the edge of the pool, smiling happily.

"So she said yes?" he asked.

And right in front of her eyes, he skimmed his swim trunks over his hips and stepped out of them. Diana goggled. That couldn't be his thick cock, engorged and pointing toward her and barely silhouetted in the dim light. But it was, and he was lowering himself noiselessly into the pool on her right side while Ian fondled her breast from the left.

"Said yes to what?" Diana demanded. "What are you talking about? I haven't said yes to anything — oh God," she broke off with a moan. Ian was pinching her puckered nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He chuckled softly, but she could feel his pulse going faster against her arm twined around his neck, and his cock jerked against her thigh.

"Let us take care of you, Diana," Brendan whispered. He was right up against her now, cupping her chin like he was about to kiss her again. Something brushed against her leg underwater — his bare cock? "You need experience. You need to get over your shyness. We can help you." And he was smiling at her like he was suggesting something perfectly reasonable.

"We?" She stammered. "Us?"

"Me and Ian." His voice was as patient as it had been when they were kids and he was explaining the rules of a game.

"At the same time? Are you crazy?" Her head was heavy or light, she couldn't tell which. Ian was running a finger inside the top of her swimsuit bottoms, inches above her pussy, pulsing with need. "Both of you—"

"Both, or neither."

"I don't—"

"You can trust us, sweetness." Brendan nuzzled her neck. She tried to get her breath under control, but it wasn't happening. Trust them? Definitely not Ian, and she wasn't so sure about Brendan, either. "We've known each other forever. We'll make you feel so good." His voice was coaxing. Diana shuddered, water lapping her body, as Ian caressed her belly, driving the heat between her legs higher and higher.

"We used to know each other. We're different now."

"Yes and no." Leaning forward, he gave her a soft, sticky kiss. "What do you think?"

Diana turned to Ian, not trusting herself to answer. He hadn't said a word this whole time. "Say something," she said softly.

Ian's hand slid into her wet hair, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling her head back. "I want to fuck you," he murmured into her exposed ear. Shock and arousal arrowed through her body at the way he punched the work fuck. "I want to fuck you hard. I want to penetrate your tight little virgin pussy and fuck you again and again. Fast. Deep. Over and over while you plead for more."

She thought she would pass out, and Brendan was murmuring "Easy, Ian. She's never done this before," as he slipped a soothing arm around her to rub her shoulders. But she had. In her fantasies, she'd talked dirty, ridden guys on desks at school, taken one cock after another. Her whole body was shaking with lust now, her neck was being sucked and she didn't even know who was doing it, Ian's fingers were undoing the lacing on the side of her bikini bottoms, and totally of its own accord, one of her hands let go of his neck and moved through the cool water to wrap around — Jesus — a hot naked cock, hard and pulsing but unbelievably soft on the surface.

"Mmmm, yeahhhhh," Brendan groaned by her ear. He groaned, she thought, shocked. She'd made a guy groan! "That's so good, Di."

Oh God. She was dizzy, her breasts begged to be squeezed again, her pussy needed to be filled. Two gorgeous guys she'd known since she was a kid were promising her things she'd only imagined. There had to be some catch, but fuck it, who cared.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes, yes, I want to."

Water rushed against her bare pussy, lapping her sensitive lips, as her unlaced bikini bottoms were pulled from between her legs. Light touches on the tops of her breasts made her shiver, goose bumping in the night air: Brendan was unlacing her top. She gasped as a large hand cupped her pussy, giving her mound a quick squeeze, and saw that half-grin on Ian's face.

She glanced up, blinking, as the sound of wet bathing suit slapped the concrete behind her, and noticed the twins looking not at her, but at each other. "Where we said?" Brendan asked, his eyes on his brother.

"Yep."

Ian's gaze flicked over Diana's full, exposed breasts as Brendan peeled away her top and dropped it poolside. Her mouth dropped open. How much had they planned this? What the hell was going on? Honestly, they were all a little drunk, and— But Brendan was already heaving himself out of the pool, reaching down a hand to her, Ian following and pulling off his swim trunks.

Hands grasped hers, guiding her in the near darkness to the trees in the back of the yard. Someone was running their hand over her ass. God, she could barely see, and she was completely naked, trying not to stumble, clinging to their hands, dripping wet in every sense of the word, hot and cold all at once— They stopped short.

"Time to climb," someone said in her ear.

As her eyes adjusted to the faint light, she saw where they were. In front of her, a muscular male body swung its way up wooden bars nailed into a wide tree trunk. The treehouse.

"Help her, Ian," said a voice from the top.

Help from Ian was the last thing she needed, and he was already fondling her heavy breast again and thumbing the tight bud that cried out for attention. The other hand lightly smacked her ass. "Up you go, little girl," he whispered. "I'll be under you if you can't handle it."

Little girl? Diana bristled. Ian had teased her by calling her a baby when they were kids, and she'd hated it.

"You're the one who can't handle me," she snapped, and swung herself up the tree trunk, digging into the wood with her bare toes. The effort made her sweat. She wasn't a skinny little kid any more, climbing trees like a monkey, but no way was she relying on Ian for help. She'd expected him to laugh at her retort — obviously it was ridiculous — but she only heard his breathing below her. The knowledge that he could reach up, any second, and palm her ass or her bare pussy sent butterflies through her stomach.

Brendan's strong hands took hers, pulling her up and into the blackness of the treehouse, easing her back onto a soft pile of — blankets? Shock washed over her body. They really had planned this!




The Boys Next Door Ch. 01



Before she could react, there were warm hands everywhere, two large male bodies on either side of her, naked and hot and muscled. Hot lips kissed her deeply. An insistent tongue worked its way into her mouth. Palms slid over her shaking thighs, smoothing away the goosebumps and burning her skin everywhere they touched. In the near-total darkness, with no idea which twin was which, she felt the treehouse spinning around her. No room for shyness now. This couldn't be real, anyway. Only a fantasy. Eagerly, she explored broad backs and shoulders, squeezed muscular arms, tangled her fingers in thick chest hair. When her thumb met a tiny hard bead of a nipple, she couldn't resist stroking it the same way that her own nipple, so much larger, was being stroked and teased. Whoever was kissing her hissed softly. She tried pinching the nipple, and was immediately answered with a much harder pinch on her own nipple.

"Ian!" She yelled instinctively. "Ow!"

A low chuckle rasped against her left ear as fingers continued to crush the sensitive tip of her breast. It excited her more than she could ever have thought, blood rushing to her breast and her pussy. "I'm glad you knew it was me."

Lips met hers again, and she didn't know if they were his or Brendan's. Another mouth closed over her nipple, hot and eager, suckling the firm bud with deliberate swipes of the tongue. Meanwhile, her belly was being caressed so gently, right above her pussy, that she thought she might come just from the pleasure of it. Her thighs were completely slick with juices. She trailed her fingers along the stroking hand and up the muscular forearm, exploring. Brendan, on her right.

"Let's find out if you're ready," he murmured.

Ready for...what? But his hand was already sliding down over the dark curls framing her pussy, massaging her sensuously. Diana cried out as his fingers met her soaked outer lips. A shudder racked her body.

"Yes." His voice was calm and soothing in her ear, but she could hear the excitement under it. "So ready, baby." Instinctively, she arched her back, hoping his fingers would slide into her swollen cleft, but instead he spread his fingers, two resting on each outer lip, holding her pussy open. Cool air met her most private place, and she heard Ian laugh softly at her low moan. "She needs you, bro."

"What? I don't need Ian," she snapped. "I— oh God." Thick fingers suddenly met her sensitive inner lips, sending sensations through her aroused pussy that were stronger than anything she'd managed on her own. "Oh God. Oh God—" She could only whimper as Ian rubbed her exposed pussy with firm, assured strokes, and gasped at a sudden fullness. The fullness eased up for a second, only to be replaced again, stronger, bigger, sharper. She realized he was fingering her. How many fingers? Two? Three? She'd done it to herself, of course, but his were so much bigger, and he was flexing them inside her cunt, massaging her, wriggling and thrusting in a way she couldn't have imagined.

"Ian," she gasped. "Too much—"

More fingers found her clit, making her jump. They must be Brendan's.

"Better, sweetness?" His breath stirred the wet hair on her neck. The pressure spreading open her pussy eased up, and his gentle soothing caresses on her swollen bud contrasted with Ian's strong fingers stretching her pussy, until she was crying out, even growling, one moan after another ripped from her mouth. She'd completely lost control, she thought dimly. She sounded like an animal, and she couldn't stop. Words pierced the haze in her head.

"My brother told me you've never been kissed before this." The voice was heavy and teasing. Ian, she realized. "But your pussy is telling me you've been fucked before this."

Somehow, she managed to speak. "Not-- by a guy," she panted.

"So a girl took your cherry?" Ian's voice was even more teasing.

Oh God, her pussy was starting to clamp down on his fingers. Brendan's circles were so coaxing on her clit. She felt him sucking on her neck.

"No," she whispered. "I can't tell you."

"Tell us," Brendan said encouragingly. "You can tell us anything."

"I have..." Oh God. She was going to come soon. Her pussy was so aroused, so sensitive to Ian's penetrating fingers and Brendan's strokes, she could barely breathe. "I have a dildo...I bought it for my birthday...I just need it so much sometimes..."

"You bad girl," Ian breathed. "You hot little slut." And at the same time, Brendan was whispering in her ear, "That is so sexy."

Oh God, the sensations swirled in her pussy to complete overload. She cried out as her pussy contracted around Ian's thick fingers, setting off her release.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "Uh-huh. That's right, baby."

Diana could only sob with pleasure as she writhed against the twins' hands, spasming again and again with exquisite tightness around Ian's probing touch while Brendan played with her melting clit.

"Enough," she moaned finally. "I can't take anymore."

Fingers eased out of her still-spasming cunt, slick with cream. More fingers gave her clit a final caress, making her cunt twitch and contract. The salty scent of her pussy met her nose.

"Taste yourself, baby," Ian whispered. "Lick my fingers." And oh Jesus yes, she was taking his fingers eagerly into her mouth, swirling her tongue over them as he stroked slowly in and out of her mouth just like he had in her pussy. Unthinking, her hands reached out to both sides, running over hard male bodies and smooth warm skin until her palms closed over two engorged, hot, pulsing cocks. The sudden identical groans from both twins would have made her laugh if she wasn't still unbelievably turned on, her pussy tingling and begging to be filled again.

Ian's fingers wrapped around her hand, moving her palm over his cock rhythmically. "Like this," he whispered. "Don't fight me. Do what I do." His cock felt amazing, Diana thought, so soft and hard at the same time, heavy in her hand. She tried the same movements with Brendan's cock, but his hand wasn't over hers; he just stroked her arm, and she wondered if he was content to let her explore. Then she felt him shifting position.

"Open your mouth," he whispered. Obediently, her lips parted and met satiny hot skin, smooth and rounded. His cock, she thought hazily. He's putting his cock in my mouth. Brendan's cock was thick and she had to open her mouth wider as he fed it to her, stopping when the fat head and an inch or two of the shaft were engulfed in her mouth.

"Lick it, sweetness," he whispered. Ian's breathing was coming faster on her other side, and he moved her hand faster over his meaty penis. But Brendan didn't seem to be in any rush. He caressed her hair, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, and murmured reassurances. "Swirl your tongue over the head. That's right. Just like that. Good girl, Diana." He was massaging the back of her neck now. "You're doing so well."

She was a bad girl, she was a good girl — who knew what the truth really was. All she knew was that she was sprawled naked in the twins' treehouse, her creamy pussy aching for more touch, her head heavy like this was a dream, everything warm and slowed down a little in the darkness with a cock filling her mouth, another filling her hand that felt harder and harder, fingers in her hair, a palm rubbing her belly so intimately that she was moaning now around Brendan's cock, and—

"Let go," Ian whispered. His hand left hers. Startled, she let go of his cock and heard him moving. Hands spread her thighs firmly, and she moaned more loudly when two thumbs stroked her sopping pussy lips, spreading them open. Then she cried out, her voice muffled by Brendan's cock, as something thick and hard prodded her tight entrance.

"Ian," she hissed, pulling her mouth off Brendan's cock. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing, baby?"

"You can't just— come up and—" Her head was spinning again. "This is my virginity we're talking about."

"Which one of us do you want first?" Brendan murmured. His hand was still in her hair. "You decide."

First? Oh, God. She'd known this was where things were going, of course she'd known, but it was really— they really— They really both expected to have sex with her. Maybe one right after the other. And no matter how many times she'd fantasized about being with more than one guy, the reality was...real. This was real. Completely real, and not in her control like a fantasy. And so much hotter.

She opened her mouth to say that she wanted Brendan first, but Ian was rubbing his cock all over her juicy pussy, setting her on fire. More cream oozed out of her pussy, and she knew from his hiss of breath that he could feel it. She couldn't stand the thought of him pulling away from her, losing the contact of his fat head with her slippery cunt.

"Ian!" she cried out. "Please, Ian..."

He let out a long exhalation. "Please what, baby?"

She didn't think she could be embarrassed at this point, but her face was hot again. "You know," she panted.

"Say it."

She breathed in and out. The treehouse was very quiet. Outside, the crickets chirped. Brendan's hand had stopped moving in her hair. Everything was still.

"Say it, Diana." Ian's face was barely visible, leaning over her, his eyes locked on hers. His face wasn't giving anything away. But a shock of excitement ran over Diana's body from bottom to top. Her name. For the first time tonight, he'd said her name.

She let out a shuddering breath. "Fuck me, Ian," she pleaded softly.

His eyes opened wide, then narrowed. Diana's stomach twisted with excitement and nerves at the sheer lust on his face. Gripping her hip with one hand, he grasped his cock and pointed it downward, sliding it over her soaked lips, until the head nestled at her entrance. Then he pushed.

"Ian!" She screamed. Even if she didn't have a cherry for him to breach, she was tight, unused to a cock in her pussy, but so slippery that he sank halfway in on the first thrust. He eased back a little, then thrust again, until he was buried in her warm cunt.

"Oh God," Diana moaned, shocked. "This is— you're so big." And her dildo had only barely prepared her pussy for this kind of invasion.

"Open your legs, sweetness," Brendan murmured. He'd moved behind her so her head rested in his lap. She was grateful for his strong hands, rubbing her shoulders. Her own hands clutched Ian's muscular back; her pussy quivered around his thick rod. He hadn't stopped staring into her eyes, and she felt completely naked, completely exposed, and completely committed to not looking away first. If she was really going to get over her shyness, she was doing it all the way. The raw need on his face seared through her, arrowing straight down to her creamy cunt stretched around his cock. He grunted as she spasmed around him. "Wrap your legs around his back." Dazed, she followed Brendan's directions, and gasped as Ian's cock sank even deeper into her clasping pussy. "That's it." Ian flexed his hips, starting to pull back. "Ian, give her a minute before you move."

"You've always been bossy, Brendan." Diana couldn't help it. Her breath was coming fast, the twin she thought she couldn't stand had just taken her virginity, her pussy clung to his cock like she never wanted it to leave, and the twin she'd always considered at least somewhat trustworthy had seduced her into a threesome — with his brother. The moment was already crazy enough, and the words just popped out. "Looks like you haven't changed."

Both twins burst out laughing. Ian actually buried his head in her shoulder as his body shook. Each pant thrust his cock into her, sending twinges through her cunt that half-hurt, half-felt good, but she didn't care. She was laughing too, and the way her pussy squeezed Ian's cock with each burst of laughter just made her laugh harder. It felt good to laugh as the three of them.

"Missed you, Di," Brendan whispered above her. His hands slid over her shoulders to massage her breasts. She whimpered as he expertly rolled her nipples, or maybe it was because Ian was moving now, working his cock in and out of her clinging pussy with tiny thrusts that sent sparks through her pussy and out to her trembling thighs.

"I missed you too," she whispered back. "So much." Her eyes met Ian's again. He was still staring at her, propped up on his elbows. She wondered if he'd missed her. Or if she'd missed him. She wanted to ask why he'd ignored her, but now his lips met hers, crushing her mouth in a kiss as he lengthened his strokes. His movements felt better and better as she relaxed around his cock, hugging it with warmth. Brendan's palms still kneaded her breasts, sandwiched between her and Ian's chest.

"Ian," she whispered into his mouth. His tongue was so hot, thrusting into her mouth, mimicking his thrusts into her pussy.

"Push back," he whispered. Experimentally, Diana raised her hips to meet him. Oooh. That felt good. Ian groaned. Every time he thrust into her, he ground against her pussy, rubbing her clit, and fire was building between her legs. Brendan's fingers pinched her nipples, harder than she would expected from him. Her thighs were shaking again as she moved her hips, trying to match Ian's movements. Trying to fuck him back. Meeting him now on every thrust, the intense sensations feeling twice as powerful.

"Oh god, Ian—" She grabbed his muscled ass instinctively, urging him further into her.

"Yesssss," he hissed. "This is the real you, isn't it, Diana?" He pumped her cunt faster, forcing the breath out of her in little gasps. "You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yes," she whispered, dizzy again. "I've thought about us like this...about Brendan...about the three of us..."

"Fuck," Ian groaned, spearing her tightening pussy. Brendan pinched her nipples firmly, making her cry out as Ian thrust deeply into her cunt. He was coming, she realized, a little stunned. He grabbed her, wrapping her firmly in his powerful arms and pulling her tight against his body while he plunged into her pussy again and again. His low groans made her gasp along with him, their chests heaving in rhythm together. Diana buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to his muscled back as he grunted with pleasure. She felt stretched impossibly wide around his cock, moving in and out of her tingling pussy more and more slowly until he collapsed on top of her, his cheek pressed against hers.

Ian withdrew his cock from her pussy all too soon, on a slippery stream of cream. She was more relieved than she wanted to admit when he lay down next to her and kissed her again. As his tongue moved in her mouth — lazily now — familiar, yet unfamiliar hands worked their way up her calves, stroking her thighs, then firmly opening her legs, spreading her pussy wide. Again, a cock prodded her entrance. This time, it slipped in easily as she moaned, sinking into her pussy in one long thrust.

Brendan's hands slid to her ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting her slightly off the ground. She could only gasp into Ian mouth's as Brendan fucked her easily with long, slow, deep strokes, bringing her ass up to meet his cock on each thrust. She felt like she was completely in his hands, exhausted, soaked, and spread open, one arm clinging to Ian and the other reaching up to Brendan to find his shoulder.

"Ian did such a good job opening you up," Brendan murmured. Oh God. A shiver of excitement tightened her pussy. "Nice," he murmured. "You feel so amazing, sweetness. I love fucking you so deep."

Her ass clenched in his hands. He wasn't kidding. She'd thought Ian had gone deep, but Brendan was nudging her cervix with every stroke. Not hard, but enough for her to feel it.

"Brendan— uhhh—" she groaned. She clutched his back with one hand. Ian found her other hand and laced his fingers through it. She found herself squeezing his hand, hard. "Too much—"

His strokes eased off, just a little, and she sighed with relief.

"It hurts? Or it's just uncomfortable?"

"The second," she panted. Ian was sucking on her neck now, one of her breasts filling his hand. She didn't want to think about how many hickeys they'd given her. "Baby," he was whispering in her ear. "Your tits are so fucking amazing."

"Then relax," Brendan crooned. She let herself focus on his voice, on Ian's hands and mouth on her body. "Trust us. I promise, you can do it. Let me in, Diana. Let me in deep."

Oh Jesus. As she let herself give in, pleasure began to wash over her body in waves.

"Say you trust us," Brendan whispered above her.

"I— oh God. I trust you," she moaned. And right now, it was completely true. With each stroke of Brendan's cock, each lick and suck and squeeze from Ian, she let go, allowing herself to trust.

"Oh—" she gasped. "Oh God. Oh my God." She was coming again, her vision blurring as warm buzzing haze filled her head and a rush of pure pleasure bathed her body in heat. Dimly, she felt her pussy clutching Brendan's cock in deep, slow spasms that spread through her whole body, felt Ian sucking her earlobe and fondling her breasts, felt Brendan groan long and low and thrust smoothly into her steamy cunt again and again until he slowly withdrew.

Strong arms folded her close, then helped her down from the treehouse and carried her through the dark backyard as she rested her head against a warm male chest, barely able to keep her eyes open. 



The Boys Next Door Ch. 02



Author's Note: I recommend starting with the first chapter in this series. The chapters form a narrative and aren't meant to stand alone. Enjoy!

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Pale morning light streamed through half-closed blinds. Diana squinted at the wide windows, then buried her face in the soft down pillow under her cheek. The sheets smelled fresh and clean, but unfamiliar. And ooohh — her whole body tingled, and she was sore between her legs in a new way that wasn't necessarily bad, just tender. Smooth cotton rubbed against her skin — every inch of it. She was completely naked, curled up in bed, and she wasn't alone.

Letting her eyes open just a little, she saw the slope of a broad, tanned male back, peacefully rising and falling just inches away from her. What? Oh God. Last night—

She blinked hard a few times, but either Brendan or Ian still lay on his stomach next to her in bed, his head turned towards the wall, one solid arm flung over her waist. The space on her other side was empty.

This had to be a dream. She was dreaming. But her body began to remember last night: opening her legs first to Ian, then Brendan in the treehouse; collapsing into strong arms that carried her across the lawn; snuggling in bed with hard male bodies on either side, resting her head on a firm chest as warm flesh pressed against her curves, letting someone's muscled leg part hers.

Sweet Jesus. Where were her clothes? Could she sneak out and do a dash of shame back to her empty house while steering clear of the neighbors? Shifting, she tried to turn over without waking the slumbering twin.

"Mmmmph," he mumbled into his pillow, pulling her closer. Her skin buzzed from his warm touch. So much for that. And if she was being honest, she wasn't actually ashamed. Shocked, disbelieving, but not ashamed. Slowly, her eyes opened all the way, taking in the large windows, the double dresser topped with a beach painting, the mirrored closet doors, and the family photos on the wall.

She knew this room, though she hadn't set foot in here since she was young enough to sneak in and jump on the king-size mattress with Brendan and Ian. She was in Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian's bedroom, light, airy, and spacious, sprawled in the middle of the bed with only a sheet covering her and an unidentified twin fast asleep next to her, his arm firmly draped over her hip.

No. Yes. She clenched her thighs together, trying not to squirm. This was real. She, Diana, certified shy girl who'd worked her ass off to get into Yale, who was two weeks away from her high school graduation, who'd gone eighteen years without kissing a boy, and who'd never had the nerve to live out any of her wild fantasies before yesterday afternoon, had gone around every base and then some with the boys next door.

A large framed picture of the twins, posing in caps and gowns at their own high school graduation two years ago, beamed down at her from the wall of photos. Basketball stars, brown-haired hazel-eyed gods, oozing masculine confidence and looking like they owned the world. They probably did. What she wouldn't give for a little of that.

Rising on one elbow, she tried to look over her shoulder at a sound in the doorway. Then she sank back into the pillow, moaning. The twin next to her stirred, his arm slipping from her waist as he turned over and settled back into sleep. A shot of vodka, a bottle of beer — had she really drunk enough last night for a hangover? She wasn't even sure what that would feel like. But the shot had been generous, she wasn't a big girl, and let's face it — other than a few sips of wine, last night had been the first time she'd touched alcohol.

"Drink these," a low voice said in her ear. "Water first."

Blindly, she wrapped her fingers around a cool glass, ice clinking against the sides, and took a long drink. Better. And she didn't need to look to know which twin was taking care of her.

"Thanks, Brendan," she murmured, gulping another cold swallow of liquid. The mattress sank softly as he climbed into bed.

"It's Ian."

Blinking, she forced herself up on her elbows again to focus on his face. Yep, the dark freckle under his left eye announced he was unmistakably Ian. Naked, stretched out next to her, his face close to hers.

"Um, okay. Thanks." She tried not to show her surprise. "How'd you know that I—"

"Cause you're a lightweight little girl who's probably never had a drink before." He gave her a devilish grin. "My brother told me he gave you a beer, but I think you had more than that."

She rubbed her throbbing forehead, squinting. "Last night—"

"Happened. I took your virginity in the treehouse after you begged me to do it. And my brother fucked you right afterwards."

"I didn't beg," she mumbled.

Ian leaned in, but to her surprise, he didn't touch her. His breath tickled her ear. "Please, Ian," he whispered teasingly. "Fuck me, Ian. Not so shy anymore, are you?"

Her cheeks went hot. Her everything went hot. Her crotch throbbed unmistakably. "We were all kind of drunk last night."

"Mm-hm." More heat from his naked body, so close to hers, drove her temperature even higher. Unthinking, she kicked back the covers. Hazel eyes traveled over her full creamy breasts, exposed above the sheet that just covered her from the waist down. "And now we're not."

She should leave right now, Diana thought, but boy, did she have the mother of all headaches, and jumping out of bed to prance naked past Ian's gaze wasn't her idea of a graceful goodbye. She took a long drink of water, hoping to clear her head.

"Regrets?" Ian's face was serious now. His voice was softer than she would have expected. And she knew suddenly that if she was having this conversation with Brendan, breathing easily on her other side, he'd tell her the night had been amazing, she had been amazing, and that would be that. She felt grateful to Ian, possibly for the first time ever, for wanting an answer.

"You can't tell anyone," she murmured.

"Our little secret." He didn't crack a smile.

"Then no. No regrets." Still in shock, she sipped the rest of the water. "Where's my swimsuit? And my clothes? And — my shoes?"

Now came the smirk. "Hell if I know."

"Ian..."

"Brendan brought them in last night."

"And my glasses?"

"Smashed 'em," he said smugly. Diana raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine. I don't actually need them. I just like the way they look."

"Really?"

Not really, but Ian looked so horrified that Diana started to laugh. He shook his head. "Now this." Taking the empty water glass from her, he held out the other cup. Diana eyed the cloudy liquid suspiciously. Steeling herself, she took a big gulp of the unidentified drink and almost choked.

"This is disgusting," she coughed. "What is this, egg yolk and hot sauce?"

"Drink it all down, baby."

"I don't believe this really helps a hangover. I think you just threw together something gross so you can laugh at me while I drink it."

Ian raised an eyebrow at her. Why did he have to be so hot? In the early morning light, she was all too aware that they were both naked, that Ian had kicked the top sheet off his long body, and that she could really see all of him for the first time. His gaze on her breasts sent a flush to her cheeks, but it was a little late to feel shy now. When he chuckled softly, she realized she was shamelessly checking him out: the bronzed shoulders, the swells of his biceps, the firm pecs with their tiny hard nipples, the dusting of hair on his chest that trailed down his rippling abs to — oh, God. She didn't have the guts to look directly at his cock, but there was no question: it was large, hard, and pointing right at her.

"If Brendan made it, you'd believe him."

"He doesn't have your track record," Diana mumbled, deciding whether to finish the drink. One gulp had woken her up, better than any alarm clock. Finally, she made herself reach over Ian to put it on the bedside table. Her breasts brushed against his firm body, sending a shiver through her.

"No." Ian's face was blank now. "He doesn't."

Diana studied him. Suddenly, she understood. "When you've gotten in trouble — like in high school, when you pulled that prank that got you suspended, Brendan was involved too, wasn't he? And you took the fall." Ian just stared at her, so she pushed on. "I bet you always do. And you guys have an agreement about it. You're the bad twin. He's the good twin. That's what everyone sees."

"Mmmmpphhh," came a soft grunt from behind her. The mattress creaked. Diana, startled, tried to grab the sheet as it slipped away. No use. Brendan was turning over in his sleep, pulling all the blankets with him and tucking them under his body. She felt very naked now, but Ian's expression dared her not to grab the sheet back from Brendan. His eyes flicked down to her body, drinking in her bare curves, then back to her face. Her skin began to prickle.

"It's always worked for us," he said finally.

Did she want to know? She didn't want to know. Instead she touched her fingertip lightly to the freckle under his eye. He blinked at her. Going on instinct, she moved in to kiss him. She couldn't say why -- she just needed to, and as Ian's eyes widened, clearly surprised, he slowly brought a hand up to cup the back of her head and another hand on the curve of her bare ass, pulling her closer.

Then she saw the spiders.

"Ian...?" Five of them, just waiting on the sheet by her naked arm and breast. And she'd been about to roll over onto them. She was not going to shriek. She was a big girl who didn't freak out over bugs. "There are spiders in the bed—"

When she met his eyes, that wide-eyed look of innocent concern, she knew the truth.

"You immature little shit," she hissed, grabbing the plastic spiders and throwing them in his face. Ian rocked with silent laughter, mashing his head against the pillow. Behind her, Brendan shifted in his sleep, and she started when his hard body nudged hers. "I can't believe you still have these."

"Saved them in case you ever slept over again. Since you liked them so much the first time."

Ian reached out and pinched her nipple firmly, and Diana's retort was swallowed in a gasp. Her head swam as he tweaked the hard bud between his fingers. Twinges of pleasure radiated out from her nipple. All she could think about now was wanting — no, needing more of his touch. Instinctively, she arched her back, thrusting her full firm breast into his hand. A slow smile spread over his face.

"What do you want, bad girl?" he said in a low voice. "Ask for it."

Oh God. "Touch my breasts, Ian," she murmured, blushing. He just raised his eyebrows. "Please—"

Large hands closed over her firm globes, squeezing them, thumbing her tight nipples assuredly. "You want me to feel you up, don't you, baby? You like having your tits played with."

"Yesssss," she whispered. The crude words just made her nipples harden even more against Ian's palms as he fondled her breasts. What were they doing? Last night was one thing, but now — they hadn't even kissed, and she couldn't blame this on the fuzz of alcohol or soft darkness or anything else except total lust...

In a second, she was on her back, shuddering as Ian caressed her sensitive flesh knowledgeably. Her tender pussy ached with arousal. She'd always been used to hiding her voluptuous breasts, hoping no one would notice them, even hating their size. Now, it felt so good to enjoy Ian's attentions that her breath caught in her throat. She squeezed his shoulders, moaning softly.

As if he could read her mind, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You have the most gorgeous fucking tits I've ever seen."

She flushed with pleasure. This was Ian, she had to remind herself. Ian, who'd probably seen more gorgeous tits than he could keep track of. Ian, who was kneading her breasts now, burying his face in them, sucking on her large rosy nipples with firm tugs of his warm lips and tongue. Her hands tangled in his thick brown hair. She relaxed under his busy mouth, her legs opening. She couldn't keep her eyes off his engorged cock, pressing into the bed, looking so inviting.

"And you haven't changed," she managed. Teeth closed over her sensitive nipple, and she jumped. "What's next? Dirt in my lunchbox? Ice down my shirt?"

He just smirked at her, gave her breasts a final possessive squeeze, and reached over his shoulder to the nightstand behind him. Something clinked against glass, and before she could see what it was, icy cold met her puckered nipple. Hot lips stifled her yelp as Ian dragged the ice cube over her smooth belly, making her jerk and kick.

"Ian—" she tried to gasp into his mouth, . He rolled on top of her. One knee opened her quivering legs and held her in place. Brendan shifted next to her, stretching, his muscular body pressing firmly against her. How was he snoozing through this? He'd always been a deep sleeper, but...

No. He wasn't sleeping. A warm heavy hand caressed her thigh, soothing her as Ian teased her mercilessly with the ice cube. Diana wriggled, but she couldn't move. The twins had wedged her between them. Rivulets of water streamed down her sides, ice trailed up to tease her other breast, and she groaned as jolts of excitement ran down her body. She couldn't help clinging to Ian, her fingers digging into his broad back.

"Thanks for the good idea," he whispered in her ear. Before she could argue, his tongue sank into her mouth again. Warm juice trickled from her pussy as melting cold tickled under her arm. Brendan's hand gently pulled her thigh open, his fingers massaging closer and closer to her heated core. And— she cried out into Ian's kiss when the ice cube suddenly slid between her cunt lips.

"Uhhh — Ian —" She writhed under his hard body as he pushed the ice cube against her aching opening. "Too much—"

"That's what you said last night," he whispered. "And you came so fucking hard."

"I'm sore," she whispered, her face flushing.

"Poor baby." His deep voice was all sympathy. Bringing the dripping chip of ice up to her face, he rubbed it over her lips. Oh God— and she was opening her mouth, letting him feed her the ice cube and sucking her own juices off of it. "Let me make it better."

The next thing she knew, her legs were spread wide and Ian's head nestled between her thighs. His impossibly hot tongue licked a long, burning path over her sensitive cunt. The heat right after the cold made Diana's head spin. She could only grab Ian's hair, tightening her fingers in it, as he licked her pussy deliberately, again and again, swiping his tongue over every crevice of her swollen lips.

When her moans turned into shrieks, a comforting hand found her breast — Brendan, caressing her sleepily, but sensuously. She buried her face in the bulk of his shoulder, squealing when Ian took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, digging her heels into his back even as she grabbed his hair and tried to drag his plundering tongue away from her juicy cunt. Warm palms pressed firmly on her thighs, holding them down and open. His tongue flicked relentlessly over her sensitive clit. Diana's tugs on his hair only seemed to spur him on.

Ian was enjoying this, she realized in amazement, her cunt spasming helplessly. She'd always assumed the pleasure went one way only for oral sex, but burying his face in her hot creamy pussy was so obviously turning Ian on that her whole body rippled with excitement, her tingling lips even more alive to his tongue.

Everything was so much more real in the daytime. She was really in the twins' parents' bed, oozing hot juice onto the soft white sheets, thrusting her crotch toward Ian's eager mouth while he pressed her quivering legs against the mattress and she whimpered into Brendan's shoulder.

Ian raised his head, meeting her wide eyes, and painful arousal ran through her body.

"You're just creaming yourself," he whispered. "You're just a little sex bomb who's been waiting to explode."

Was he right? Oh God. He had at least one thing right — she was close to exploding. And when another tongue teased her earlobe, it nudged her even closer. She rolled her head to the side and met half-lidded hazel eyes — sleepy and appreciative. Brendan smiled at her.

"Good morning, sunshine," he murmured. Movement caught her eye. He was stroking his cock. Diana stared openly at the thick pink stalk between his legs, the rounded satiny head disappearing and emerging from his loose fist, the dark nest of hair at its base. Her mouth actually watered at the sight. God, he was beautiful. And he was beaming down at his brother's head between her legs with a delighted smile. Would Ian's cock look exactly the same? She'd barely seen it in their scuffle. And had Brendan really fit inside her pussy? Ian, too?

"How'd you sleep?" He brushed her dark bangs off her forehead, burying his fingers in her hair. Diana dragged her eyes away from his engorged erection.

"Uh — I slept well."

He kissed her neck gently. "And how's your little pussy?" The big-brotherly concern in his voice, contrasting with the arousal on his face, made her pant for breath, squeezing Ian's head between her thighs. Brendan's hand trailed down from her hair to cup her voluptuous breast, rolling her hard nipple soothingly between his fingers. Ian was licking her tender opening now, tonguing her deeply, and as she gasped with pleasure, his fingers began pinching her swollen clit.

"Sore," she managed.

"But Ian's making it better, right?"

"Yesssss," she moaned.

"Good, Di. I told you we'd take care of you." He nuzzled her neck again and brushed his lips against hers. "Just let it feel good." And he began to really kiss her. Oh God — two hot wet tongues were tasting her at the same time, and as Ian soothed the ache between her legs and drove her longing higher, Brendan's tongue moved deeper and deeper into her mouth. When he nibbled on her lip, she let go of Ian's head with one hand and pulled Brendan closer to her, kissing him hard.

Finally, they separated for breath.

"This was all — your idea," she whispered. Her throat was dry with excitement. "Why?"

Brendan massaged the back of her head. "I wanted the three of us to be together again. It's nice, isn't it, Di?"

Diana could only nod, dazed. She could barely think straight, her whole body melting under Ian's mouth.

"What do you need, baby?" Brendan whispered. She did need something, didn't she? And he could tell. His dimples deepened as she looked into his handsome face.

"I want to suck you," she panted.

His broad smile tightened her whole body. "Of course you do."

Diana stared at Brendan's cock as he straddled her chest. It seemed enormous in front of her face, and he looked so tall, looming over her and blocking her view of Ian between her legs. All she could feel was an impossibly teasing tongue and fingers exploring her pussy. But Brendan was right — she needed to feel him in her mouth. A little shyly, she wrapped her fingers around his heavy, veined shaft. Then she looked up at him.

"Do what you did last night, sweetness," Brendan murmured. He stroked her cheeks encouragingly and cupped her chin. "Open your mouth and lick me while Ian licks you."

Her pussy spasmed again, and Ian growled into her melting cunt. Hands slid to her ass, squeezing the soft cheeks roughly and pulling them apart. Oh God — he was pinching and massaging her ass now, and licking her cunt more firmly as her mouth opened to take in Brendan's cock. Yes — she did need something to suck on. Eagerly, her tongue swirled over the plump shiny head, teasing the ridge, licking and sucking as much of the firm shaft as she could fit in her mouth. Brendan was moving, she realized, fucking her mouth with short controlled motions.

"Cup my balls, baby." Soft wrinkled skin filled her hand, heavy and firm. She caressed Brendan's balls lightly, exploring the texture. "Good girl," he crooned. "Oh yeah. Fuck — oh, fuck, that's good." He was breathing more heavily, his hips flexing in front of her face, thrusting gently with longer sensual strokes as Diana tasted the thick cock filling her mouth. God, the skin on his cock was so silky, his balls were like velvet in her palm, his salty, musky scent was driving her crazy, and he was moaning with pleasure — because of her. A shocking sense of heady, erotic power flooded her body, making her twitch under Ian's busy lips. She was starting to understand just why it was so enjoyable to pleasure someone else.




The Boys Next Door Ch. 02



"Try sucking harder," Brendan gasped. Oh God yes, he was actually gasping. And he'd been so controlled last night, telling everyone what to do. She sucked harder. A salty trickle greeted her tongue. "Lick underneath. Yes, Di. You're so fucking sexy. You feel amazing."

As she followed Brendan's directions, heat rushing through her body from his words, Ian's tongue and fingers finally took her over the edge. Her tingling pussy found release in slow, deep spasms. She moaned loudly around Brendan's cock, unconsciously sucking in rhythm with her orgasm, shuddering as her hips lifted off the bed. Ian just kept licking and licking her, and she kept coming and moaning in a flood of heat and light that curled through up through her pussy, her ass — which Ian was still firmly massaging — and her belly in waves that shook her from head to toe.

She was barely aware of Brendan fucking her mouth more firmly, groaning long and low as creamy fluid spurted onto her tongue. Oh — he was coming in her mouth! Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she sucked harder, urging him to fill her mouth with warm liquid. Brendan groaned again, his thick cock jerking between her lips as her tongue slid over a sensitive spot. Finally, he eased his cock out of her mouth, cupping her face in his hands. Ian's head was still between her thighs, lapping at her spasming pussy and holding her legs open with his elbows.

Panting for breath, she looked up at Brendan questioningly. His cum tasted a little bitter in her mouth, a new flavor, and while she didn't exactly love it, running to the bathroom to spit it out right now would just be so rude...and it was so sexy to know she was tasting him... Slowly, as he nodded at her encouragingly, she swallowed. His eyes lit up, sending another jolt through her body.

"That was amazing," he murmured, angling his body off of hers and stretching out next to her. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you, Di. You just felt so delicious."

"I liked it," she murmured.

Lips slick with her own juices kissed her hard. Her hands met a muscled male back, a body climbing over her. A thick rod slipped between her legs, nudging her aching opening.

"Ian...not now," she protested, pulling back from the kiss. His eyes glittered. His hair was tousled from her fingers thrusting into it. Primal energy coiled his whole body. His hands gripped her waist. Was she really lifting her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hot flesh, even as her sore entrance throbbed?

"Not now? Are you sure, sweetness?" Brendan rolled her firm nipple between his fingers, and she cried out.

"I can't," she moaned. But her whole body tingled.

"You can," Brendan said soothingly in her ear. "Ian's going to go easy on you." Flicking her eyes upward, Diana saw him give his brother a significant look. Ian nodded grudgingly. "Okay, baby?"

Diana stared up at them. Two identical male faces looked back at her — one glazed with lust, the other relaxed and reassuring, both waiting. The soft bedsheets rubbed against her ass. Her pussy still clamored for touch, needing so badly to be filled. Slowly, she nodded.

"Okay," she whispered, reaching for Ian's shoulders.

Running his hands up over her legs, Ian squeezed and massaged her thighs, pushing her knees toward her breasts. The head of his cock pressed against her wet cunt, rubbing against her tenderness, and then he sank into her.

"Ian." She grabbed his chest, pulling on the hair. He growled softly.

"I'm so fucking close to cumming from eating your hot little cunt," he whispered. Then he kissed her. Oh God — his tongue, coated in her juices now, thrust into her mouth. He fucked her agonizingly slowly, though Diana was sure that any faster would be even more agonizing. Aching pleasure swirled outward from the center of her pussy. And — yes, fingers were stroking her clit. Brendan's hand cupped her mound.

"Come for us, sweetness," he whispered coaxingly in her ear. "Come on my brother's cock. Ian hasn't felt you come on his cock yet. He doesn't know just how incredible it feels. Show him, baby."

Yes. Oh God — yes. Exquisite tightness gathered in her core, all the more intense for the edge of discomfort as Ian slowly fucked her tender pussy. Her thighs ached as he held them close to her breasts, the position making her pussy available to Brendan's gentle caresses. Ian's tongue was still buried in her mouth, teasing and exploring. She yelped when he nipped her lower lip. His cock felt huge in her pussy, every nerve ending alive to his thick rod.

"You're beautiful, Di," Brendan murmured. His fingers on her clit were bringing her so close to ecstasy. "You've always been so pretty, but you're gorgeous now. You've needed this for awhile, haven't you? You've needed to be with both of us."

"Yes," she moaned into Ian's mouth.

"At the same time."

"Yes." A whisper.

"Taking you over and over again. Showing you that you can do anything. That you can handle so much more than you ever thought you could."

"Yessss..." she hissed, exploding in a froth of cream on Ian's cock. Brendan's patient fingers kept circling her clit, drawing waves of pleasures through her contracting cunt. Ian growled, pulling back from her mouth to stare into her eyes, and the pure animal lust on his face made her cry out and come harder, her pussy quivering around his thickness. Suddenly, he plunged into her quivering pussy and began fucking her in earnest. Only then did Diana realize how much he'd been holding back. Pain and pleasure twined together as he plowed her cunt, thrusting deeply, coming into her eager pussy while he looked into her pleading eyes.

All she could remember next was snuggling in a heap, sandwiched between two hard bodies, drifting back to sleep.

*******

A voice in her ear woke her.

"Making us breakfast," Ian murmured. The bed creaked as he got up. Sleepily, Diana rolled over into Brendan's embrace.

"Did Ian say breakfast?" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. "Ian never makes breakfast. Hope it's edible." Brendan was so warm that she relaxed into his powerful arms, only half-awake. It felt good to be held. He smiled when she wrapped an arm around his back and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

"He was up early this morning, too," she whispered after they'd cuddled for a few minutes. "Making me some godawful hangover cure."

"Really? Ian?" Brendan seemed more awake now. He gave her a speculative look. Then his face relaxed into a smile as he stroked her back. One hand cupped her heavy breast. "Wanna shower?"

Oh boy. Yes...but no. "I think— I need a couple minutes to myself," she said softly.

"Take your time." He caressed her breast before letting go. "Your stuff's in the bathroom."

Diana rolled to the side and stood up, glancing over her shoulder. Bright hot sunlight filled the bedroom now. She was aware of her nudity and Brendan's appreciative eyes on her exaggerated curves, and to her amazement, she didn't feel any need to hide her body. Instead, the question she'd been waiting to ask burst out.

"You planned everything, didn't you? What Ian said to me in the pool last night was all an act."

"What did Ian say to you in the pool?" Brendan looked up at her curiously. She had to remind herself that even if the twins didn't keep any secrets from each other, they weren't telepathic.

"He called me a goody-two-shoes and an uptight priss, a buttoned-up ice princess who thinks she's better than everyone else, and said he hadn't talked to me in years because I hadn't talked to him."

"Not an act." Brendan shook his head. "He didn't think this would work." He seemed about to say more, then changed his mind, waving her towards the shower.

In Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian's bathroom, Diana blinked her wide blue eyes at her reflection in the mirror. That was definitely her, naked from head to toe, but she barely recognized herself. Her mussed-up dark hair was swept to one side. Her lips were swollen from kissing the twins and sucking Brendan's cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her hard nipples stood out proudly, and pink hickeys dotted her creamy pale neck. Her hips had swayed voluptuously, confidently, as she walked into the bathroom. And to top it all off, there was a smile on her face that just wouldn't leave.

Quickly, she turned on the shower and stood under steaming water, scrubbing her skin until it turned pink to wash away the smell of sex. It felt a little awkward to use Mrs. O'Brian's shampoo, but she made do with a small squeeze and soaped herself thoroughly. Her stomach growled.

When she toweled off and put her swimsuit back on — it was the best she could do, since she hadn't brought any underwear — she noticed it was dry. Brendan must have put it in the dryer. Thoughtful of him. Quickly, she laced up the top, feeling proud of her deep cleavage for the first time, and tied the red bows tightly on the sides. On went her blue and green striped sundress. Next came her black-rimmed glasses — fortunately still intact. She finger-combed her hair, smoothing down her bangs. Now she looked familiar, like the Diana the rest of the world knew, except...looser. More relaxed. She wondered if anyone would notice.

Downstairs, she blinked at the mounds of food that greeted her when she walked into the kitchen. Ian nodded to her from the stove, giving her a brief once-over as he stirred scrambled eggs.

She cleared her throat. "Can I help?" Hard to believe, but it had been easier talking with Ian when they were naked in bed together than it was now, standing in the kitchen fully dressed. The throbbing soreness between her legs wouldn't let her forget what they'd done just a little while ago. She eyed his UConn tank and athletic shorts, draped over his muscular body. College. Seemed like a million years away.

"There's fruit in the fridge. And OJ. You know where all the dishes are."

Sounds of the washing machine swished through the wall from the next room. Sheets, Diana thought. Brendan must have put their parents' sheets in the washing machine. And he'd have some water-tight excuse for the new sheets on the bed when his parents came home. The kitchen itself was sparkling clean, with no sign of yesterday's party except the bin overflowing with beer bottles.

Quickly, before she started blushing, she rinsed fruit, put it in a bowl, and took out the juice. Then she sat down at the familiar kitchen table, not trusting herself to say anything else right now.

The food did smell good — Ian's cooking appeared to be edible — but jeez, she'd never seen so many sausages and eggs at once. Of course the twins were athletes, tall muscular guys who probably ate three times as much as she did. But when Ian put a plate of food in front of her, she realized she was starving. Three minutes later, it was empty. She gobbled strawberries from the bowl of fruit on the table, focusing on the sweet juicy fruit and feeling the heat rising further in her cheeks as Brendan strolled into the kitchen, his hair wet from the shower. He clapped his brother on the back.

"Heard you were up early," he said in a low voice.

Ian shrugged, scraping eggs onto a plate. "Diana kept kicking. She doesn't know how to share a bed yet."

She flushed, but managed to say, "No, you just take up too much space."

"Someone worked up an appetite." Ian gave her a knowing grin, filling her empty plate again and putting it in front of her.

Breakfast was quiet. The food was disappearing faster than she would have thought possible. And now that they were all dressed and sitting around the same table where they'd played cards and had snacks together, a million years ago, shyness set in again. Feeling like a hot confident girl naked in bed with the twins, or alone in the O'Brians' bathroom, was one thing. But now she was having a hard time looking up from her plate.

Something soft flicked her cheek. Quickly, she glanced up to see a bit of egg lying on her napkin and Ian eyeing her with that little half-smile.

"Grow up." Her face was hot again.

"Make me."

"Fine." She balanced a grape on her spoon and catapulted it at his chest, aiming right for the middle of the O in his UConn logo. Immediately, water splashed her face.

"Are you kidding me?" she spluttered.

The whole front of her dress was wet, Ian was holding his empty water glass with that innocent expression, and Brendan just leaned back with his arms folded, looking amused. "Children," he murmured. Diana threw a grape at him too.

In seconds, she and the twins were pelting each other with fruit. The kitchen table looked like a battleground, and Ian was shoving his chair back, coming toward her to do God knows what. Diana dove under his arm and dashed for the fridge, grabbing handfuls of ice. When he came toward her, she was ready for him with a cascade of ice cubes down his shorts.

"Your turn," she said triumphantly.

The look of surprise on Ian's face was quickly changing to lust. "You're going to pay for that," he whispered, stripping off his shorts.

Faster than she could figure, she was pushed up against the humming fridge by both twins, her back pressed to stainless steel, her dress and hair completely soaked, smushing a strawberry into Ian's neck while he wedged a fat cold grape into her cleavage. Brendan was working a large hand inside the top of her swimsuit to squeeze her breast, someone was trying to unzip her dress one-handed, and all three of them shook with laughter. Diana couldn't remember laughing this hard in a long time.

"Stop tickling." She tried to push Ian's hand away from her ribs. He just grinned and poked her side again, making her jump.

As she grabbed Brendan's shoulder for support, another hand moved swiftly up her skirt, pulling on her swimsuit bottoms. She quivered when it slipped inside, stretching the fabric. Her dress dropped from her shoulders to the floor. Just as Ian teased her ribs again, sidestepping her attempts to fend him off, Brendan's finger probed her melting pussy, exploring her tender entrance.

"You're not playing fair. Both of you," she wheezed.

"You're so wet, Di." Brendan's mischievous dimpled grin suddenly looked a lot like Ian's. Her pussy tightened around his finger. No, not his finger. Something else, something round, pointed and firm, textured and bumpy, pressing into her moist core just a little.

Her mouth opened in surprise. "Is that — a strawberry?"

Brendan's smile deepened. He gently worked the berry further into her quivering cunt, bringing his thumb to her clit. Her legs trembled, and her grip tightened on his shoulder. Ian leaned against the fridge, watching her, his eyes traveling to his brother's hand between her legs and her voluptuous curves on display through her swimsuit.

"Are you going to go back to being a stone-cold fox tomorrow, baby?" His voice was husky. "Or are you going to remember my brother fucking you with a fruit while I watch?"

Too aroused to laugh now, Diana moaned softly, opening her legs to Brendan's massaging fingers, closing her free hand on Ian's waist for support. Her head fell back against the fridge. She opened her mouth to attempt a smart answer, but Ian's lips met hers, his tongue hungrily plumbing her mouth.

That was it. She needed to feel both of them, couldn't think about anything else. She slid her hands up the twins' shirts, shaking with excitement as her palms moved over warm skin, thick hair, and hard muscle. Her lips tingled, going from mouth to hot mouth, sucking, licking, and biting. Brendan kept teasing her pussy with the strawberry, pushing it into her pool of juices just enough for her to clamp down on its ripe roundness. Right as her hands found both the firm bulges pressing through the twins' shorts, squeezing their cocks hard and shivering at their groans of pure need, a rumble outside the kitchen made her freeze. The twins both looked up, alert. The garage door was opening.

"Kitchen table. Now," Ian hissed in her ear.

Diana had never seen two people move so fast. Brendan pulled his hand out of her swimsuit, tossed the strawberry in the sink, dashed to the recycling bin heaped high with last night's beers, and carried it deftly upstairs. She could only imagine him stashing it under his bed. Ian leapt to the table, clearing the aftermath of the food fight.

"Do it. Sit down," he grunted out of the side of his mouth. Diana's first instinct was to dive into the nearest closet and stay there until the coast was clear, or maybe forever, but obediently, she wriggled into her dress and sat down at the table, fumbling with her zipper and sweeping her hair forward to hide the hickeys on her neck. Gulping the rest of her water, she tried to breathe normally. She marveled as Ian, with total efficiency, swept up the ice on the floor, pitched the scattered fruit in the trash, scooped up a pack of cards lying on the counter by the door, and threw a handful down on the table in front of each place.

By the time the kitchen door opened, Diana and the twins were sitting calmly at the table with their cards fanned out. "Gin," Brendan said.

"Diana!" Mrs. O'Brian exclaimed. "What a lovely surprise."

"Thanks, Mrs. O'Brian. Hi, Mr. O'Brian." Her heart hammered in her chest. "I hope you had a nice trip."

Mr. O'Brian hefted a suitcase over the doorstep. "We didn't expect to see you here. It's been awhile."

"We asked Diana to come over 'cause she was all alone in her house." Brendan was all sympathetic concern.

"Ian, what happened to your neck?" Mrs. O'Brian looked worried. Great, Diana thought. A bit of strawberry still clung to Ian's neck where she'd smushed it in, and now that she saw it, she wanted to lick it off.

"Diana threw a strawberry at me." Unconcerned, he wiped it off with his napkin. "High school kids. They're so immature."

"Diana, do your parents know you're here?" Mr. O'Brian asked.

"I'll tell them," Brendan said blandly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I have their number. We'd hate for them to think she's in trouble."

Diana, sweating under her dress and hoping the O'Brians wouldn't notice the water-soaked fabric, could only imagine what he was texting: Hot 3way last night with your daughter and my brother. Don't worry, she was in good hands. Very well-behaved. You'd be proud.

Mrs. O'Brian beamed, setting her purse down on the counter. "It's so nice to see the three of you spending time together again."

"The twins are great hosts," Diana said, smiling back. Someone's knee pressed hers under the table. Her pussy still tingled from Brendan's touch. Her heart rate had rocketed through the roof, but she couldn't resist. "You've raised them well. They really know how to make someone feel at home."

And even if she didn't dare actually meet the eyes of those hosts right now, a little curl of excitement wound out from her stomach along with the nervousness. She was starting to see why Ian liked walking the line of getting in trouble. It was a rush, to get away with something.

"Glad to hear it. Especially about this guy." Mr. O'Brian slapped Ian on the back. "Be a good influence, okay, Diana? He's been scraping by at college, but we have a feeling he's partying a lot. Half the time, we expect a call in the middle of the night saying he's been arrested."

She did manage a look at Ian then. She'd expected a shrug or that cocky smirk, but instead he scowled and turned away. His ears looked a little red.

"Please come over again soon, Diana," Mrs. O'Brian said, as Brendan walked her to the door. "We hope to see you often."

She could only nod. As soon as she walked through her own front door, told her parents hello, and pleaded off going shopping to spend some quality time alone with Hamlet in her bedroom, she ran straight upstairs and locked her door. Stripping off her sundress and swimsuit, she jumped into bed, sliding one hand into her dripping valley and the other to her heavy breasts, burying her moans in her pillow and massaging herself to a deep, slow orgasm as she remembered everything that had happened with the boys next door. 



The Boys Next Door Ch. 03



Blue ink looped across the paper in front of Diana. Her own pen was writing, and she was the one making it move. But she couldn't say what words she'd scrawled in her notebook, or what her AP World History class was so busy discussing right now. She'd just made some brilliant comment, and she couldn't even remember what it was.

What day was today, anyway? Wednesday. Three more days of classes before her last-ever round of high school finals, eight days until graduation and freedom, and four days since she'd given her virginity on a silver platter to the boys next door.

She didn't expect anything more to happen between her and the twins. She couldn't. She might be inexperienced, but no way was she naive enough to consider that crazy, intensely hot, and totally unexpected weekend to be anything more than a hookup. With breakfast. The two of them had decided to help her out for old times' sake, and that was all. 

She did have to admit that, back at school, she'd felt less shy about meeting boys' eyes, even having short conversations. It couldn't hurt that none of the guys at school were really in the twins' league, or that since the weekend, she'd been more ragingly horny than ever before, too distracted to worry about being awkward.

Diana shook her head, flipping to a fresh page in her notebook and listening to the argument about some year BCE with half an ear. Brendan had at least been polite enough to call on Monday evening. Of course she'd been doing dishes in the kitchen after dinner, and of course he'd called the landline and gotten her mother.

"Brendan!" Her mother had sounded surprised, but pleased. When Diana had come home from the O'Brians' house the day before, her parents had commented on how nice it was to rekindle old friendships. "I'm so glad you called. I wanted to thank you for looking out for Diana this weekend." A pause. "Yes, I know she's all grown up, but parents do worry about their only daughter when they're away." 

Diana almost choked, covering up her laughter with a fit of coughing when her mother glanced at her.

"Yes, of course, Ian too," her mother said grudgingly in response to something on Brendan's side. "I'm sure you were both very hospitable."

And the conversation just went on from there. Diana did her best to linger over loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counters while she eavesdropped, wondering why the hell Brendan was chatting up her mother. From her mom's half of the conversation, which involved three-quarters of the talking, it sounded like she was catching up on Brendan's entire life story from his past two years at UConn, and he was asking all about her yoga classes and her knitting club. Diana could only marvel.

"Oh, you want to talk to Diana?" her mother asked. Like it was an afterthought. "She's right here." Beaming, her mother held out the phone. "He's such a nice boy," she stage-whispered to Diana. "If he and Ian weren't twins, I'd wonder if they were even related."

Diana took the phone like it was a hot ember, wondering if she could casually bring it into her bedroom — or if that would raise her mom's suspicions — or if Brendan would unleash a stream of dirty talk about her sweet pussy and get off on knowing she was trying to keep it together in front of her mother — 

She needn't have worried. The entire conversation was disappointingly wholesome. Brendan asked about her finals and said he hoped she had time to relax. She managed a question or two about the internship he was starting in a couple of weeks, some financial job somewhere that involved wearing a tie. He mentioned casually that Ian would be working at the gym nearby, which would involve not getting up early. Diana made a noncommittal response. Should she give Brendan her cell number? Play it cool? Which was more of a turn-on, Brendan in a tie or Ian in a tank top? Was this going anywhere at all outside her head?

While she debated, her dress starting to feel uncomfortably hot, he asked, "Do you want to talk to Ian too? He's right here."

"Um," she said. Her throat was dry now. Her mother was busy sorting through library books on the dining room table, humming. She heard Brendan's muffled voice on the other end, impossible to understand, and some brief response from Ian.

"Another time." Brendan was back on the phone. "Talk to you later, Di. Sweet dreams tonight."

And that had been it. Diana tuned in briefly to Ms. Fielding's imploring voice, begging everyone to organize their thoughts before they wrote their essays for their final, then tuned out again. Obviously, Brendan had called because that was the nice thing to do after you talked a girl into a threesome with you and your twin brother, and he was a nice guy. At least, most of the time. And if Ian didn't have the decency to even get on the phone, two days after he'd taken her virginity — well, that was about what she'd expect from Ian.

They probably teamed up to seduce a new girl each weekend, and were already trotting off to make their next conquest. But she couldn't help reliving every single burning minute of their time together — the pool, the treehouse, their parents' bed, the kitchen — and imagining more. Even as she told herself sternly to focus, right here, right now, in her mind she was on her hands and knees at the front of the classroom, taking Brendan's impossibly slow, deep, sensuous thrusts from behind while she swirled her tongue around Ian's pulsing cock. When Brendan began caressing her clit and Ian gripped her hair with his hands, she clenched her thighs together in her seat, pushed her glasses casually up her nose, and smoothed down her strawberry-printed skirt over her knees — the kind of clothing that had earned Ian's "librarian-on-crack" comment. 

When she glanced to the side, she saw Alex Noriega, the boy next to her, checking out her full breasts. It was the sort of thing that would have made her expire of shame three days ago, unable to meet his eyes or talk to him for the rest of the year, but now, with lust arrowing through her body, it just made her stomach lurch with excitement. She watched Alex calmly until he glanced up and met her eyes. Their gaze held for a minute before he looked away first— him, not her. 

As soon as the bell rang, she gathered her books and sped to the nearest restroom, where she leaned against the wall in the furthest stall from the door, reached inside her damp panties, and stroked her swollen clit, trying not to moan. God, her pussy was so hot and wet, and oh yes, Alex was on his knees in front of her, his head under her skirt, lapping up her cream as she purred and stroked his head. When she was about to come, she pushed him away and— jesus, Brendan's cock was sinking into her again, filling her, stretching her eager cunt, while Ian grunted about how fucking good her tongue felt on his shaft and flooded her mouth with hot cum.

She shuddered, her thighs trembling, as Brendan teased her clit with aching patience and murmured about what a good girl she was. Yessss...his thrusts were getting deeper, almost painful and so very good. She bit her fist to keep from shrieking as she came, her whole body spasming and her still-tender pussy clenching tightly while she circled her clit until she was limp against the wall of the stall.

As she washed her hands and splashed water on her cheeks, her ears ringing from the three girls gossiping about last week's prom by the tampon machine, sanity slowly returned. Her friends, who knew nothing about the weekend, would be waiting for her outside the cafeteria, tapping their feet over her lateness. She needed to be careful. She might be a ball of lust right now, and Alex might be cooperative in her fantasy, but who knew what signals she might send out to him or any other boys at school if she didn't watch herself — or how they'd react? 

*******

At eleven-thirty that night, Diana was well into the same hot date she'd been enjoying for the past few nights — and most of her time in high school, if she was being honest: comfy in her bedroom, perched at her desk, with her books and papers for company. A few candles and mellow indie rock on her record player set the mood. 

Her friends were busy meeting for a study session at someone else's house, and she'd thought about going, but she always studied better alone. It was easier to focus. And right now, she needed that focus. Fantasizing about boys was the last thing she had time for. Thankfully, she'd snapped back into the groove. She was calm, she was collected, and she was deep into calculus, working out one practice problem after another, absent-mindedly chewing on one of the oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies she'd baked that afternoon to give herself a break. A dozen more cookies were piled on a plate next to her. She knew she'd go through them all before she was done tonight, along with the giant mug of iced coffee next to her calc textbook. If she was lucky, she'd wrap up studying around one am.

A light knock at her window interrupted her scratching pencil. Must be the huge tree outside, whipping its branches against the glass. Ignoring it, she took off her glasses and leaned back in her wooden chair with her eyes closed, arching her back to get the kinks out and rubbing her forehead. Two more knocks. Was the tree really doing that? It wasn't even windy outside.

Opening her eyes, she started when she saw the smiling face outside her window. A gorgeous male face with dimples showing. Her stomach lurched. One of the twins had climbed the tree and was looking right at her, expectantly, through the glass. 

She couldn't believe it. Brendan and Ian had climbed up to her window a few times when they were kids — she'd done it, too — but it had been a long, long time since anyone scaled those branches. She tried to keep her hand from shaking as she tugged the window open.

"Hey," he whispered. Brendan. The cleft in his chin told her that, plus the friendly expression. "Can we come in?"

We. They were both outside. Oh, boy. 

"I'm busy," she managed.

"We just want to say hi. We know you're studying so hard."

Diana breathed in and out. Already, her thighs clenched together, just from seeing him and hearing his voice. Her nipples, suddenly hard, poked against her constraining bra. Her pussy ached unmistakably.

"Just for a minute. I still have a lot to do."

Nervously, she took the screen off the window and set it by her desk. Brendan climbed in surprisingly easily, maneuvering his long body through the window. He leaned over her desk, looking over the pencil-scrawled papers.

"Calc with Mr. Bertell? I had him for Trig. He's a good teacher."

"He's decent," she managed. Outside, branches creaked. She could only imagine Ian swinging himself up through the tree. 

"You're going to ace your final." Brendan grinned at her and dropped a hand on her shoulder. Her whole arm prickled from the touch. "I can tell." He moved behind her, finding her other shoulder and kneading out the knots with long, sure strokes. 

Sweat gathered under her arms, and her dress felt much too hot. The strawberry-printed cotton was practically asking to be peeled off. 

"Well, thanks," she murmured. She started as Ian's bulk appeared in her window, her whole body tightening. He dropped to the floor, more gracefully than he had any right to, and rolled his eyes at the papers on her desk.

"You already got into Yale. Blow off your finals. Live it up for once."

"Colleges still look at grades." Her throat was dry now, and her voice sounded hoarse to her ears. If Brendan in her bedroom made her nervous, Ian sent her adrenaline into overdrive. And the two of them together... Jesus, her parents were right downstairs. Quickly, she put her glasses back on and started writing again, even though the stream of symbols coming out of her pencil was total gibberish. "And I like to do my best."

"I like to do my best," Ian imitated in a high voice, picking up a cookie and tossing it into his mouth whole.

"Shut up," Diana mumbled automatically, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. Brendan hadn't stopped massaging her back. He was really taking his time, and he was much too good at it. She hadn't even realized how stiff she was. At least Ian was back to being Ian, instead of confusing her with hangover cures and breakfast. She could deal with bickering back and forth like little kids — just barely. "I'm trying to take a derivative."

"I hear that's illegal in most states."

Diana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ian looked pleased. He scooped up a handful of papers from her desk and held them out the open window. "Hate for you to get in trouble. How about I take care of these for you?"

"Only if you want your balls wrapped around your neck," she snapped, too annoyed now to be nervous.

Brendan chuckled softly behind her. He was still rubbing her shoulders, his fingers slipping under the collar of her shirt now and then to tease her bare skin. She couldn't help sucking in her breath.

"That's more like it." Grinning, Ian tossed the papers back on her desk and loped around her room. His gaze swept the stacks of LPs next to her record player. "Poser."

"I like records." Her stomach lurched as Brendan's hands moved up her neck to tangle in her hair, rubbing the back of her head.

"You're living in the past." Ian had already moved on to her dresser. He picked up the framed photos of Diana with her friends and inspected them. "Do you see these people? Or do you all sit alone in your bedrooms and study all night?"

"Ian, stop touching my stuff." He'd done this when they were little kids too, Diana remembered with growing irritation. He'd gone through her things when the twins came over, teasing her about them, until she'd informed him that he wasn't allowed in her room anymore and driven the message home with a bucket of water balanced on her door.

Instead, he hooked one finger around a hot pink thong lying on her armchair and held it in the air. "Cute."

She tried to get up, but Brendan's hands were firm and soothing on her shoulders. Not holding her down — she knew if she really tried, she could stand up — but God, his touch felt good. She just wouldn't let Ian see that he was getting to her. He tossed the panties back on the chair. 

"Now where's that dildo?"

"I'll never tell you." Her face was scarlet now. As she tensed, Brendan's palms moved down her back, then up again, loosening the kinks, making her breasts tingle and her stomach knot with excitement. God — yes, her thighs clenched when he brushed her hair off her neck and rubbed his thumb intimately over her exposed skin. Seeing Ian strolling around her room, examining and fondling everything she owned, all sleek muscles and smug masculine confidence, wasn't helping.

Before she could stop herself, she sighed and leaned back into Brendan's hands.

"That's it," he said gently. "Relax. Take a break."

"I need to study," she whispered.

"You will." 

"You have a lot to learn, baby." Ian was rooting through her drawers now. "And it doesn't all come out of a book."

"Get out of there," she hissed. But he'd already opened her underwear drawer, pawing through the tiny colored panties, the generous lacy bras, the garter belt that she'd bought out of curiosity and worn as the world's best-kept secret under her knee-length dresses. 

"Goddamn, you have a lot of sexy underwear for such a shy little girl. Found it!" He held up the purple dildo, which looked obscene in his hand, and grinned evilly at her. "Why don't you give us a show?"

"No way." Her voice dropped to a whisper. Brendan's hands sent shivers down her spine, and it was all she could do to keep from thrusting her breasts toward his palms and begging him to release them from her tight bra. Ian's hazel eyes, raking over her body, sent waves of hot and cold over her from top to bottom.

"Why?" Ian crossed to her, planted his palms on her desk, and leaned over, right in her face. "Are you scared, baby? Scared you'll like it too much? That the good girl will turn into a hot little slut who just needs to come in front of us?"

Oh my God. She was starting to squirm in her wooden chair, rubbing her swollen pussy against the hard seat.

"We'll help you," Brendan murmured. A moan escaped Diana's mouth as he kissed her neck and sucked lightly on her flushed skin. As he sucked harder, his fingers deftly worked the top button at the back of her dress through its buttonhole. Another button, and another... Lust was taking over her body. She wanted to let her eyes slide closed, but she made herself keep them open.

"No," she said.

"No?"

Brendan's hands paused at the fourth button. Ian, still leaning over her, blinked. It was satisfying to see the startled expression on his face. Probably the first time a girl had ever told him no.

"I don't need anyone's help." Her face had to be redder than ever, and embarrassed as she was, her body felt even more hot and aroused. She forced herself to look Ian in the eye, trying to sear through him with her gaze the way he was doing to her. "I'll do this myself."

Brendan let go, stepping back. She couldn't see his expression, but she felt a lot more exposed without his hands on her and his presence at her back. She stared up at Ian's challenging face, one eyebrow raised, his grin mocking her.

Defiantly, she reached back and undid the fourth button, then the fifth, drawing it out and telling her hands not to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brendan walk around her to lean against her desk, his eyes moving over her appreciatively. 

Undressing herself in front of the twins was nothing like letting them unlace her swimsuit while she was half-drunk, or waking up already naked in bed with them. She felt incredibly exposed as the back of her dress gaped open. Slowly, she slipped the sleeves down her arms, revealing her red and white polka-dotted bra. Her creamy cleavage spilled over the top, creating a deep valley between her oversized breasts. At least, she'd always considered them oversized, but the look of hunger on Ian's face and aroused enjoyment on Brendan's face sent hot prickles of excitement and need through her full globes and right to her nipples. 

Both twins leaned back against her desk now, their eyes traveling over her body and taking in every inch of exposed skin. Without their hands on her, their eyes burned her soft flesh everywhere they moved. 

Her cheeks were crimson again, heat and embarrassment flushing her face, but she slowly reached behind her back, grasped the hook and eye fastening, and undid her bra. Oh — it felt so good to expose her heavy breasts. Cool air soothed her hard nipples, puckered with excitement. 

She could feel both twins' gazes like fingers, caressing her needy swells, and shuddered with arousal. Ian's eyes darkened with lust when he saw that shudder. He fisted his hands and pushed them in his pockets. Oh God — he was trying to keep his hands off her. Brendan's eyes were half-closed, a little smile playing over his lips as he watched her undress. He looked — proud of her. Approving. Letting her bra dangle from one finger, she handed it to him. He dimpled, flashing white teeth, and laid it on her desk. When her eyes met Ian's, he licked his lips — slowly, deliberately. Diana could practically feel his determined tongue snaking over her tight buds and heavy breasts, slithering a path between her thighs to where he'd lapped up her juices on Sunday morning and sent her into spasm after quaking spasm.

A breeze from the open window, sending the candles flickering, tightened her nipples even more. Both twins' eyes were riveted to the rosy buds. Her hands trembling a little, she took off her glasses and set them on top of her calculus homework. Her legs barely supported her as she stood to let her dress fall over her rounded hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of the bright puddled fabric, she lay down on her bed. 




The Boys Next Door Ch. 03



As turned on as she was, Diana couldn't bear to take her tiny red panties off yet. The two pairs of hazel eyes staring at her body were making her squirm and gasp, without even being touched. She wanted to close her eyes for courage, but she couldn't look away from the twins' intent gazes. At least her bedroom was dim, with just the candles throwing light and shadows over her body. She let one hand slide from her collarbone down over her full breasts. Oh — yes — that felt so good. Her other hand came up to join it, exploring her warm curves. Yes...squeezing, massaging, pinching, and rubbing her breasts was so much hotter with an audience. 

Muffled TV sounds floated up the stairs and through her closed door, and she prayed her parents wouldn't come up to find their daughter writhing on her bed, fondling her own voluptuous breasts, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her swollen clit against her soaked panties, all under the eager gazes of the boys next door.

And as she looked down at her own body, her hand tracing a trail over her smooth belly and teasing just inside her red bikini panties, she knew what she needed. Ian was standing right in front of her at the foot of her bed, candlelight flickering over his face, his eyes locked on her body.

"Take my panties off," she panted, lifting her hips toward him.

"What do you say?" Ian asked with a sly smile. She didn't smile back.

"I say, take my panties off, Ian."

His face lit up with surprise. Without further ado, he hooked both thumbs under the sides of her string bikini and yanked it off in one hard pull, raising her ass and almost tumbling her backwards. The movement forced a gasp of excitement out of her. Then he grabbed the dildo from the desk and pushed it into her hand.

"Fuck yourself." Ian leaned over her, one knee planted between her spread legs. Diana gripped the dildo in her hand as if it would give her courage, but it wasn't helping. Brendan, standing to her right, lifted her leg, caressing the smooth skin, and eased it over his lap as he sat down on her bed. Oh God — and Ian's hand anchored her left thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy open to both their stares, and she had no way to close her thighs. Brendan rubbed the inside of her knee so gently that she twitched and moaned softly, warm juices slicking her pussy. His eyes roved approvingly over her rosy folds. 

"Please." She bucked her hips upward, begging for someone's, anyone's touch.

"You do it, baby. Remember?"

The challenge in Ian's eyes went straight to her cunt, making her spasm with excitement. Okay then. She'd do it. There was no mistaking how incredibly turned on the twins were, how she was the one who had turned them on. Well, she'd give them a show to remember. Make them tent their pants with excitement. And then send them home with the worst case of blue balls they'd ever known.

Slowly, her gaze traveling from a pair of hazel eyes dark with lust to a pair of hazel eyes bright with interest, she cupped her mound with her free hand, then let one finger slip into her soaked valley.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. So good to be touched. So good to touch herself. She stroked her juicy lips slowly, drawing the motion out much more than she would by herself. And yes — it felt better this way. The twins' eyes on her, their warm hands holding her legs open, their hard bodies so close to her, woke up every nerve ending on her skin. 

When she finally touched her clit, a wave of excitement shook her body. No one spoke. No one told her she was a hot slut or a good girl or a sex bomb. They didn't need to. Their eyes said it all.

Diana let her eyes close, the way she usually did when she pleasured herself, but the urge to see the twins was too strong now. Her eyes opened again, looking boldly at them both. Embarrassment was gone. Hotness had taken it place. Slowly, she circled her hard pearl and brought the dildo down to her eager pussy, teasing her tight opening with tiny circles. Ian's eyes opened wide with excitement when she pushed the tip of the thick purple rod into her heat and wetness, sending a hard spasm of need through her cunt that made her gasp.

Her pussy contracted again as she worked the dildo into her slick tightness. Brendan's hand moved up her leg, draping it over his lap so her thighs spread even wider. Oh God — they were both staring at her pussy, the thick dildo buried deep now, her finger moving on her clit. Ian's fingers tightened on her flesh. She didn't think they could spread her any farther open than they already had, but they were. Taking a deep breath, she began to slowly fuck her tingling pussy with the smooth dildo, keeping the circles on her clit sensual and light.

Before Ian had taken her virginity, Diana had never thrust much with the dildo. She liked burying it inside her clinging pussy, arousing the sensitive walls of her cunt, or teasing her entrance with it, but she hadn't really understood just how much movement was involved in actual sex.

Now she did, and she put it to full use. Two handsome faces stared at her pussy with the same intent expression as the dildo disappeared almost completely into her cunt, then eased nearly all the way back out. Diana began to pant as she thrust faster, keeping the same slow touch on her clit. Brendan had taught her that, she thought in a fog. He'd taught her how incredibly good a gentle touch on her clit felt while her pussy was being ferociously fucked.

When fingers met the sensitive skin where her thighs joined her crotch, massaging her firmly on both sides, pulling her juicy lips open wide and exposing her soft pink pussy completely to two pairs of eyes, she cried out, bucking her hips. 

A hand clapped over her mouth. Brendan's. His lust-glazed eyes moved over her as she licked his palm instinctively, moaning into his large hand as her hips thrust upwards to meet the dildo. God, she was writhing naked on the bed, caught between two fully dressed guys devouring her with their eyes and holding her thighs down firmly whenever she tried to move. She needed those fingers massaging the edge of her crotch to slip into her warm wet valley — soooo badly — but before she could ask or plead, her pussy convulsed around the dildo. 

She cried out again into Brendan's palm, sucking the warm salty skin as she came, her pussy clamping on the thick log buried inside her with incredible tightness. Oh God — Ian was reaching into his boxers with his free hand, pulling out his engorged cock, fisting it as he watched her wriggle and shriek into his brother's hand. A pearly drop of liquid hung from the tip. His breathing was ragged.

Eventually, she let go of her clit, breathing slowing, one hand dropping weakly to the bed. Assured fingers pulled the dildo out of her cunt, and she moaned again as it slid out of her.

Brendan uncovered her mouth. Smoothing her sweaty hair back, he kissed her forehead and stood up. God, he was gorgeous — stripping off his t-shirt, muscles rippling as he bent to pull down his shorts. Fingers met her pussy suddenly, dipping into her creamy wetness, and she squirmed. Too sensitive — no, so good — Ian watched her as he worked his fingers into her pussy, his other hand still stroking his cock, more liquid dripping from the tip. Diana couldn't help reaching out to grasp his thick shaft, moaning when he pinched her swollen lips.

A slow grin spread over Ian's face. But when she began to rub her thumb over the slick head, pumping his cock the way he'd shown her in the treehouse, he gripped her hand with his.

"Not yet." His whisper was throaty. He began to climb over her. Large hands closed over her tingling breasts. Lips met hers from above — Brendan's, she realized. She pulled back.

"Brendan," she whispered. Her fantasy — from history class — she could actually make it real. Had she really thought she'd send the twins home after she came? "Behind me. And Ian in front of me."

The twins exchanged surprised glances over her head. Clearly, they'd had something else in mind. Too bad. They'd climbed into her room, they'd invaded her turf, they'd interrupted her study session, and she'd just put on a show with her own dildo - at their demand. Sweaty and exhausted as she was, she met their gazes. They both had to be so turned on right now, and God, so was she.

Before she knew it, Brendan was helping her up, turning her over, easing her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Limp from her orgasm, she let him arrange her without protest. Not that she wanted to protest. Brendan's hands were so warm, massaging all over her body. She moaned softly when both hands found her ass from behind, firmly caressing and squeezing her round cheeks, and gasped when he spread them open, cool air hitting her wet pussy. God — he could see everything from back there. 

Ian, naked now, climbed in front of her, lounging at the head of her bed with her pillows piled underneath him and his meaty cock pointing straight at her face.

"You know what to do, baby." His hands buried themselves in her dark hair, pulling it a little as he rubbed the back of her head. "Suck me the way you sucked Brendan. He said your mouth is so sexy."

Diana's answer was lost in a moan when Brendan's fingers slipped over her warm cunt, spreading her soaked lips. His other hand cupped one round, swaying breast. Something firm nudged her opening, and she instinctively pushed her hips back. Yes — that was his cock — sliding smoothly inside her pussy in one long deep stroke, opening up her tightness much more than the dildo, feeling even larger from behind as he held himself still against her. When she whimpered, wriggling to get used to his thickness, he squeezed her breast reassuringly, rubbing her back with his free hand. And even though he hadn't asked permission, suddenly it was very important to her to hear Ian do it.

"Ask nicely." Diana was panting, but she made herself look right at Ian. 

"You'd love to hear that, wouldn't you." Ian's eyes burned straight through her body, setting her nipples on fire and tightening her pussy around his brother's fully sheathed cock. Brendan groaned softly behind her, his fingers moving on her breast. Diana could feel his sheer male bulk pressing against her soft ass and thighs, and she spasmed around him again. His cock was stretching her open, penetrating her so deeply, and he wasn't even moving yet. His balls, firm and soft at the same time, teased her swollen pussy lips. Her rumpled sheets pressed against her palms and knees. "You'd love to hear me beg."

"And I'm going to." Lust had taken her over completely, her hot gaze swallowing Ian's. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped to her elbows, leaned forward, flicked out her tongue, and lapped up the dew that hung from the tip of his cock. Ian twitched. "Don't you want to feel my mouth, Ian? Don't you want to" — oh God, what to say, how could she do this — "pump your hot cum down my throat?" 

Ian's eyebrows shot up. His face was flushed. His cock was a deep red. Diana's heart was pounding now, and she jumped when the fullness in her tingling cunt eased off, then intensified. 

Brendan was beginning to slowly, sensuously fuck her from behind. One hand held her hip firmly in place. Fingers rolled her hard nipple, gently pinching. God, he was watching all of this, hearing it, and she couldn't see his face to know what he thought of the interaction between her and his brother. All she knew was that his cock jerked inside her at her dirty words.

"Do it," Ian whispered. "Suck me, you hot bitch."

Jesus. She should be angry, but her pussy, clasping Brendan's cock as he sank into her again and again, felt differently.

"That's not very polite." She gave Ian a winning smile, trying not to collapse in a gasp when Brendan changed his angle slightly, hitting her soaked cunt deeper. His hand left her breast and caressed its way down the slope of her belly, making her suck in her breath. "Use your manners."

"I don't have any manners."

"You can do it, Ian." She copied Brendan's encouraging tone. "I believe in you."

Oh my God. He was actually quivering, his cock jerking in front of her. His breath was coming faster.

"Suck me, baby," he whispered, "Suck me, Diana."

"Better." She raised her eyebrows, gave his engorged head just one little lick. He groaned softly. "But not good enough."

"Pleeeaaase." The breath hissed out of him. "Please, Diana. Suck my cock."

"Good job." Heady power and lust surged through her body. She couldn't keep a grin from spreading over her face. "You're a good boy, Ian." 

Before she could see his reaction — had she really just said that? — she leaned forward and engulfed his warm cock with her mouth.

As soon as his swollen head touched her tongue, Brendan plunged forward, sending her lips sliding down Ian's cock. Oh God — he'd definitely done that on purpose. Her mouth was so full now of hard male, slippery and salty, her nose filled with the musky scent of Ian's balls. Ian's fingers tangled in her hair, holding her firmly, and for a moment, she could only suck and lick, her jaw aching a little. As Brendan eased back, she was able to move too, her mouth sliding up the thick erection between her lips. She let her tongue swirl all over the smooth head, remembering Brendan's patient voice coaching her on Sunday morning in bed. 

Ian was groaning now. Dimly, Diana hoped her parents wouldn't hear anything over the TV downstairs. The thought only lasted a second, because Brendan's fingers, still exploring the soft curve of her belly and making her pussy twitch around his cock, slipped further downward, finding her clit. He gave it a very un-Brendan-like pinch, and she yelped around Ian's cock.

"That's it, sweetness," Brendan murmured. His fingers switched to caressing her swollen clit, leaving it every so often to wander around her sensitive lips stretched open around his cock. Oh God — swirling pleasure gathered in her pussy, rushing inward from his teasing touch. "How does it feel fucking both of us?"

She could only moan around Ian's cock. Ian was moaning, too, as she sucked him harder. Tugs from his fingers in her hair sent shudders through her body. His free hand reached below her, tweaking her hanging nipples forcefully. How could that feel so good? Curious, she scraped her teeth very gently along his hard shaft, and he jerked in her mouth.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Diana..."

She bit down, very lightly, and with a muffled yell, Ian thrust into her mouth, catching her off-guard. She did her best to keep up with him, massaging her tongue over his meaty erection while Brendan filled her deeply, again and again, rubbing her clit more and more firmly. Oh God - she needed — she couldn't — 

Brendan's fingers sent her crashing over the edge. She moaned helplessly around Ian's cock, squeezing his muscular thighs, as Brendan's sure touch coaxed her melting pussy to quiver and spasm on the unyielding rod thrusting into her tightness.

"That's right," Brendan whispered. Thick fingers urged her through more ripples of pleasure. "Just like that. You come so good for us, baby." 

Her body buzzed. It just didn't stop. All of it — Brendan's cock, Ian's cock, her spasming pussy... All Diana could do was gasp for breath, waves of release washing over her whole body. She was grateful for Brendan's strong hands on her waist — the only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the bed as he firmly fucked her.

Ian's hands tightened in her hair, pulling hard. She made herself look up at him, her mouth full. His face, contorted with animal lust, was almost unrecognizable except for the hazel eyes locked on hers, narrow, then suddenly opening wide. 

Hot creamy liquid flooded her mouth, coating her tongue in big spurts. Prepared for the flavor this time, Diana sucked eagerly, licking Ian's silken head, gripping his thick shaft in one hand, his deep grunts encouraging her, until his breathing slowed. Finally, she pulled her lips from his cock, her jaw aching a little, holding Ian's gaze when she swallowed. 

As they stared at each other, Brendan squeezed her hips, levering her body, his powerful strokes forcing the breath out of her. Her arms trembling, she let her weight fall on her shoulders, her face buried in Ian's crotch. Her cheek rested against his thigh. His velvet cock, still hard, was right in her face. She breathed in his musky scent, barely aware of his fingers still tight in her hair or his other hand squeezing her breast as Brendan's soft and satisfied groans, his deep rhythmic thrusts, told her he was coming in her pussy.

The three of them lay tangled in her sheets, breathing together. After a few minutes, Diana lifted her head from Brendan's shoulder and stretched — or did her best to, nestled between warm male flesh. The twins both stretched too, their skin sliding against hers, then unfolded their muscular bodies from her bed. Diana watched, her eyes half-closed, as they pulled on their shorts and t-shirts.

"We'll let you study now," Brendan whispered in her ear. "Good luck on your finals. You'll do great." 

With a wink and a kiss on her cheek, he angled his body easily through the open window. Branches creaked below him. 

Ian paused for a minute, his eyes raking over Diana's naked curves curled up in bed, then the jumbled papers on her desk. He looked like he was going to say something, but he just turned and followed his brother out into the night.



The Boys Next Door Ch. 04



Warm grass pressed against Diana's cheek. The sun had already set, but the ground still held heat from the ninety-degree May day. Not just any day — her last-ever day of high school, the day before graduation.

 She was done. Done with finals, done with APs, done with pep rallies and limited class options and high school bathrooms. It hadn't really sunk in yet.

 Rolling onto her back, she lifted her arms over her head, stretching from head to toe and ignoring the grass stains smudging her white skirt. On either side, her friends reminisced lazily about the past four years. Overhead, pinpoints of stars dotted the navy blue sky. Lit embers glowed red in the night air, and earthy smoke curled over the circle of people in her friend Marissa's backyard.

 At any other party, Diana would have left an hour ago. The minute any kind of substance came out, she'd always fled for home. Illegal, sure, but above all: scary. Who knew what could happen when everyone around her lost control? Or worse — when she lost control?

 But tonight, sprawled on the warm lawn with all her friends, she hadn't mumbled an excuse and rushed out the door when someone lit up a joint. She'd just stayed. And when the joint made it to her, she'd accepted it gingerly, taken a hit, and immediately embarrassed herself with a fit of mortified coughing.

 "Diana? You okay?" Marissa giggled. 

 "Fine," she choked. God, that smoke tasted disgusting. Worse than the hangover cure Ian had cooked up the morning after she'd given him her virginity — and taken Brendan right afterwards. The memory made her thighs clench. Suddenly, she saw Ian's challenging expression — one eyebrow raised and that mocking little grin, turning her insides over in a slow curl. She practically felt Brendan's hand on her back, reassuring her and making her unbearably hot at the same time. She took another hit. The second one was easier, once she got used to the unfamiliar feeling of smoke filling her lungs.

 "Diana's smoking up?" Janelle, across the circle, scrambled toward her. "This I have to see. This is, like, a watershed event. This doesn't happen every day."

 Every day? More like never. 

 In fact, she'd planned to be home right around now, Diana thought, finishing her stretch and rolling onto her stomach to play with the dandelions sprouting from Marissa's lawn. She'd planned to be back home, alone and sober, practicing the speech for tomorrow's graduation that she'd written weeks ago and then done her best to forget about, because public speaking held a place of honor in her worst nightmares. All those eyes, everyone focused on her — When she'd been told she was valedictorian and would have the "distinction" of speaking at graduation, she'd almost asked that the school just pass that distinction on to the next-best person. Then, annoyed with herself, she'd accepted. And by all rights she should be pacing her bedroom right now, rehearsing every word of her already-memorized speech, just in case.

 But she couldn't bring herself to worry about it. Having a thousand eyes on her didn't seem so terrifying anymore. Not after exposing every inch of her smooth curves to the eager hazel gazes of the boys next door while they lounged, fully dressed, against her desk. And definitely not after letting them pull her thighs open wider and wider while she worked her dildo into her moist pussy...

 A bowl nudged her hand, bringing her back to Marissa's backyard. Pretzels, being passed around. Diana scooped up a handful and scarfed them down. Someone was singing, and someone else was singing a different song, and a third person had pulled out a guitar, and in the meantime she was consumed with a total desire to eat everything in the world.

 "I'm getting us more food," she announced vaguely to the circle. 

 But once she was alone in Marissa's quiet kitchen, leaning against the humming fridge and spooning peanut butter straight out of the jar, she had to admit the truth: she wasn't just craving food. Her whole body felt warm and loose and relaxed. The brush of her skirt against her bare legs made her tingle with excitement. Warm night air, wafting through the open window, caressed her skin and teased her nipples into hard points against her bra. And being up against the humming fridge... Jesus, she was actually wondering whether she could sneak into Marissa's room for some time alone — or casually call Brendan and ask what he and Ian were up to without risking her dignity. 

 Of course, she'd already done exactly that, three very long nights ago, right when she should have been one hundred per cent focused on finals.

 She'd been in a state of disbelief last Wednesday night, doing her best to study and all too aware of the scrap of paper she'd found on her desk after the twins left: a scrap scrawled with Brendan's name, his cell number, and the words Call us. Had she really stripped in front of both the twins? Masturbated for them with the best-kept secret in her underwear drawer? Taken both Brendan and Ian inside her at the same time? Yes. Yes, she most certainly had. And she managed to stop thinking about the two of them in her bed just long enough to focus on the last days of class. But as soon as she'd headed out into the sunshine to meet her friends on Friday afternoon, she heard Ian's lust-soaked voice in her head, begging her to suck his cock.

 She was busy, she'd told herself firmly. Very busy. So were the twins. She had her life, they had theirs. 

 But Sunday evening, right before finals — perched at her desk again, slogging through her AP chemistry notes, and desperately trying to ignore the temptation of the dildo under her pillow that she'd already used twice that day — she'd pulled out her phone and impulsively texted Brendan: I need a study break.

 Oh God. She practically slammed her head into her desk as soon as she'd hit send. Had she really just texted him like that? He'd be out somewhere, doing something, and she'd just thrown herself in his direction. But two minutes later, her phone buzzed: Come over.

 When Brendan led her into the O'Brians' den, his warm hand on her back, three smiling faces greeted her. Well, two smiling faces and one smirk from Ian. The twins were watching baseball — with their parents? How wholesome. She settled down on the couch next to Brendan, tensing with excitement when he draped an arm around her right in front of his parents, unsure where this was going and accepting a handful of chips when a bowl was passed around. At least Brendan was the kind of guy who was affectionate with everybody. He was always putting his arm around girls and clapping guys on the back and hugging his mom.

 Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian had been thrilled to see her, and asked her more questions about Yale, her high school career, and her upcoming summer job then she would have liked to answer in front of Ian, who shot her occasional glances from where he was lying on the floor in front of the giant TV. By the ninth inning, it occurred to her that he was looking up her bicycle-printed skirt. She hadn't even noticed that her legs had slipped open. Her nipples tightened, and heat flooded her cheeks.

 "Are you all right?" Brendan asked sympathetically. He rubbed her shoulder. "You look warm. It's pretty hot in here."

Thanks, Brendan, she thought. Now Mrs. O'Brian was offering to turn up the AC, and Ian was looking back at the TV screen with that innocent expression she knew all too well. 

 "I'm fine," she said quickly. "Don't worry about the AC."

 She crossed her legs tightly, half-tempted to open them and give Ian a show but knowing she didn't have the guts to do it with his parents anywhere in the vicinity. Her stomach was turning somersaults now, and Brendan was playing with her hair, idly, like he didn't even notice he was doing it. Every movement of his fingers sent a current of excitement down Diana's shoulders and straight to her nipples.

 "I like your skirt, Diana," Ian drawled from the floor. "Makes me want to go for a ride."

 Jesus. She bit her lip hard to keep from laughing, her whole body hot and prickly now. Brendan squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, while Mr. O'Brian pointed out that the twins' bikes were gathering dust in the garage, and Mrs. O'Brian launched into a fond reminiscence about the three of them riding through the neighborhood as kids: Ian speeding ahead, Brendan behind him keeping an eye on Diana, and Diana pedaling extra fast to keep up with both of them.

 Once the game was over, Brendan had ushered her out to the patio, chips in hand. Ian followed like he didn't have anything better to do. Mrs. O'Brian brought them a watermelon, beaming like seeing the three of them together was the highlight of her weekend. And for the next half hour, sitting outside getting college advice from Brendan and bickering with Ian while they spit watermelon seeds at each other and finished off the chips felt...normal. It felt nice. Familiar, even comfortable, if she just ignored the ache between her legs. 

 But when the last of the strawberry lemonade had been drunk and the last crumbs of chips had been argued over, the conversation died down. Diana looked up to find two pairs of hazel eyes on her, waiting. A knee pressed against hers, a foot rested on her ankle. Ian reached over and took her glasses off, dropping them on the table without a word. 

 As soon as the O'Brians had poked their heads outside to say goodnight, the three of them had gone back to the treehouse. The things they'd done there, and whose mouths and fingers and cocks had been where, and the noises she'd made — it all blurred together in a hot sensual haze.

 "Hey, Diana!" The kitchen door swung open. "Everything okay in there? Did you eat all the food?"

 Rubbing her warm cheeks, Diana put the peanut butter back in the fridge, scooped up some snacks at random, and carried them outside to her friends. The food disappeared as soon as she set it down.

 "Let's toast that fine hall of academic excellence." Someone raised a red plastic cup.

 "Hall of academic bullshit, you mean."

 "Things I learned in high school: boys drool."

 "Because they didn't drool before that?"

 Things she'd learned Sunday night: that frantically pulling the twins' clothes off while Brendan helped her out of her skirt and Ian tossed her bra aside somehow got everyone naked. That trading watermelon mouth to mouth, juice running down her chin, was sexier than she ever would have guessed. That Ian crushing chunks of cold fruit over the swells of her breasts and and pinching her juice-slicked nipples, while Brendan licked a slow sure path toward her needy cunt, was even sexier.

 "Total freedom," said one of her friends said dreamily. "This is what summer feels like."

Yes, thought Diana, feeling the ground press against her back. This is what summer feels like. Brendan's hot mouth between her legs, tonguing her dripping pussy, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm while she moaned and pleaded around Ian's cock; Ian looking down at her, his eyes half-closed, as she sucked his thick rod — not teasing, not talking dirty, not saying please, just staring at her movements in the darkness of the treehouse; warm cum splashing onto her full breasts, her gasp of surprise, and Ian's low chuckle; Brendan filling her tingling cunt, fucking her firmly under his brother's gaze, then pulling out and spurting more streams of cum across her smooth belly, because she'd asked — asked! — him to...

 And oh God, then they'd switched.

 "I'm proud of you, Di," Brendan had murmured above her as he rubbed his hardening cock over her lips. "You started this tonight. We're here because of you. You've already come such a long way."

 She could only moan in response, flicking out her tongue to taste the smooth skin, as Ian's fingers found her swollen clit.

 Afterward, she'd sprawled on the blankets heaped in the treehouse, exhausted. Her skin was completely sticky with watermelon juice, the twins' warm fluids, and her own cream. Brendan swung himself down the tree to get towels from the dark house, while Ian's tongue played in her mouth, one hand wrapped in her hair and the other resting on her ass. She'd expected him to make some crack about what a hot mess she was, and with the little corner of her mind that could still think straight, she started to get a retort ready. But neither of them had said anything at all.

 Diana rolled over in the grass, her whole body throbbing at the memory. She was hearing her friend's voice. Her name. 

 "What? What did you say?" she giggled. It was suddenly completely hilarious that she had to ask.

 "Your neighbors. The hot ones. Are they around this summer? Diana lives next door to the O'Brian twins," Marissa announced to the circle, fanning herself to demonstrate the level of hotness.

"Oh, I remember them."

"Who doesn't?"

"Jocks," someone said dismissively.

"How do you even concentrate with them next door to you?"

"I'm used to them." Diana couldn't hold back her laughter. She kicked her legs in the grass. "They're basically just like my big brothers. We grew up with each other." Everyone was looking at her like they expected more. "When I see them, you know, I just think about — about —" she fished around for a random innocent memory — "them being eight years old and racing around the neighborhood in superhero costumes on Halloween." She'd raced around with them too, dressed like a mashup of Snow White and a cat. Ian had swiped all her Snickers bars, she remembered, and Brendan had worked out a deal with him to give them back — except the two Ian had already eaten. 

In fact, now that she thought about it, the twins had been busy with a lot of deals when they were kids. Agreements — that was it. They never fought; they came to agreements.

"Whatever." Janelle's voice broke in. "I'd do either of them in a heartbeat, and I don't even care which one. How sick is that?"

"I'd go for them both at the same time," Marissa said dramatically. "I'm not even kidding."

Shrieks bounced around the circle. "Marissa, you are so dirty!"

"Could you even tell them apart once they've taken their clothes off?"

Oh, I can, Diana thought. Naked or not. 

"Diana can hook us up, right, Diana? Just tell them no strings attached. Either guy. One's as good as the other."

She pressed her face into the grass. It was so nice and cool. Grassy. She couldn't stop giggling. "I think they're done with high school girls," she spluttered. "They're all busy with college stuff. Basketball. And I heard they've taken a vow of celibacy. You know, to perform better on the court. They told me themselves."

"That would be such a tragedy."

Diana rolled over. And over again, a few times, until she was on the other side of the yard, nice and quiet. Leaves rustled overhead. Grass whispered by her ear. The moon was starting to rise -- just a crescent. She'd rolled away from the clusters of candles Marissa had lit, to a dark corner of the lawn.

Someone was stretching out next to her, almost close enough to touch. Tilting her head to the side, she focused on a pair of brown eyes. Boy eyes.

"Alex?" she asked. "Alex Noriega. You're lying next to me in the grass."

"Yep. I am." He smiled at her like the two of them lying on Marissa's lawn together was the most normal thing in the world.

Diana blinked at him a few times. What was she remembering about him? Oh, yes. He'd checked out her breasts in AP World History last week, and she'd stared him down. He hadn't looked too embarrassed either -- just a little. And then she'd fantasized about him in the school bathroom right afterwards, licking her throbbing pussy before the twins took his place. 

Other than that little episode? He'd been in a lot of her classes. He'd dated her friend Lin junior year. And she'd never really gotten to know him, because how much had she let herself get to know most people in high school?

Alex was saying something. A monologue about the vastness of the universe and the intensity of the stars and blah blah blah...she let it wash over her until he ended on a question. 

"Sorry?" She glanced his way. Alex was just cute enough that a couple of weeks ago, she would have had trouble meeting his eyes. Now, it didn't seem difficult.

"I was saying, we've had all these classes together the past four years, but I feel like I've never really gotten to know you. You're pretty unapproachable, you know?"

"I am?" Diana rolled her head all the way towards him, startled. Unapproachable? No. She was shy. She was the one who had trouble approaching people. Alex's comment struck her as funny. Hysterical, actually. "You're lying right next to me in the grass." She was giggling again, her whole body shaking. "Because I'm soooo unapproachable. Guys have all kinds of trouble approaching me, you know?" She could feel the twins' hands all over her, massaging her bare skin, slipping between her— 

Wait. That was an actual hand. Alex had wrapped his fingers around hers. Okay. That was nice. Warm and pleasant. 

"I bet they do," he whispered. "I know I have."

He leaned toward her. What? Lips — on hers. He was kissing her. Half-laughing, half-surprised, her mouth opened, and his tongue slipped in.

Oh God. Excitement rushed down her body, pointing straight between her legs. This was what she'd been afraid of. She could barely handle the twins. Alex Noriega did not need to complicate things, and — oh shit, he was brushing her dark bangs off her forehead, nibbling her lips, cupping her cheek, and all she wanted to do was pull him on top of her.

She put one hand on his chest and pushed him back a few inches.

"I should go," she whispered, laughing in little gulps. This was so crazy. "I'm not, uh, I'm not really in any condition to do this."

"Then let me take you home."

"No, no, I'm okay. I have a ride," Diana hiccuped. Alex was still leaning over her like he expected to kiss her again. God, if they got in a car together -- there's no telling what she would do. "I just want to, uh, focus on school right now."

He peered at her. "We're done with school, Diana. We're graduating tomorrow."

"Well, college." She dissolved into giggles again. Alex was laughing too, shaking his head. She managed to get up. "I'll see you around tomorrow."

*******

A sliver of moonlight shone into Diana's open bedroom window, filtered through the branches of the huge old tree outside. She'd gone to bed an hour ago, after she'd raided the dark kitchen for chips, salsa, and a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough, but she was still lying awake. Warm pleasant relaxation lingered through her body, but sleep hadn't come. Her graduation cap and gown, hanging on her closet door for tomorrow, kept pulling her attention. Her folded speech rustled on her desk. Her book could only distract her so much. Throwing it down, she tiptoed to her underwear drawer and quietly took out her dildo. 

The night was warm, but a breeze cooled her room. Her window screen still leaned against the wall, next to her desk. After the twins had caught her by surprise a week ago, swinging their way up the tree, she hadn't bothered to put the screen back on. It felt good to sleep with the window open every night, enjoying the wind on her skin, no barrier between her and the world outside. 

She decided to keep her nightgown on — short, silky, purple, and the kind of lingerie she'd bought in the hope that someone besides her would see it, someday. Stretching out in bed, she slipped one hand in the lacy cups to fondle her generous uptilted breasts. Recently, she'd been stroking and squeezing her breasts a lot more when she masturbated, now that she knew how good someone else's hands felt on them. Two someones.

She was already aroused, and the dildo slipped easily into her juice-slicked pussy. Shivers of excitement tightened her body, but she didn't feel any rush towards orgasm. Life looked wide open. She felt wide open, for the first time, and it felt so good. And she wanted to come, stroking her clit in teasing little circles, but she was so sleepy now... 




The Boys Next Door Ch. 04



As she drifted in and out of soft darkness, her hand dropped to her side, still wrapped around the dildo.

A scraping sound made her start awake. A sudden dark shape blocked the moonlight. Someone was climbing into her room.

"You shouldn't leave the window open at night, Diana," whispered a low, familiar voice. A voice that belonged to only two people. "You don't know who's going to come in."

She recognized the silhouette of the profile against the window. One of the twins, his muscular body outlined in the faint moonlight. Alone.

"Brendan?" she whispered. "Ian?"

He didn't answer, just walked the two steps to her bed. 

Diana reached for him, only half-awake. Her palms found the soft cotton of his t-shirt, sliding over faded letters on the front. She couldn't help burying her sleepy face in the well-worn fabric, breathing in the same clean detergent scent she remembered from the O'Brians' sheets. Was this happening? Blinking, she pressed her cheek against a solid chest. Powerful arms circled her tightly. A firm bulge pressed against her thigh through his boxers.

When she lifted her head, hot lips met hers. Hands closed gently over her breasts.

"Wake up, baby," that low male voice said in her ear. 

"Wait," she whispered around the tongue flicking hers. He just pulled back, tugged his t-shirt over his head, and teased her mouth again until she melted into the kiss. One hand left her heavy breast, sliding down her nightgown. His palm, slipping over the fabric, sent shivers through Diana's body. Her nipples were so hard now, rubbing against the lace cups. 

She was breathing faster, wanting the warmth of his hands around her firm globes, and she shuddered with frustration when he just kept teasing her belly, rubbing the slight curve of softness that was so different from his own rippling abs, warm and alive under her fingers. She could barely see his face in the shadows. How could she not know which twin was in her bed? But the palm caressing her belly didn't tell her anything, except that she was starting to need his touch more and more. 

"Look—" She broke off when he eased both her breasts out of their cups. A firm tongue met her large nipple, sucking the sensitive bud until she grabbed his hair, pulling harder than she normally would have for Brendan, but every bit as hard as she would for Ian.

He just laughed softly. Dammit, she'd heard both of them chuckle that way — knowing, quiet, like they knew a secret no one else did. His hand roamed over her silky nightgown again, finding its way under the hem and up her creamy thighs. When he finally cupped her bare mound, stroking the dark curls between her legs, her breath caught. Fingers slipped between her lush lips, finding her wetness. Her legs spread of their own accord, giving him more access to her body. Another hand wrapped around hers, finding the dildo. He took it out of her grasp.

"You've been touching yourself, baby," he whispered. She wriggled as he spread her juices firmly over every crevice of soft flesh. Nothing about his voice gave her a clue about which twin was exploring her quivering pussy with thick fingers. His tone wasn't teasing. It wasn't reassuring. It was just low and very aroused.

Who are you, she wanted to whisper, but how could she? They had to be so sick of being asked that, both of them. Even if they used it to their advantage. 

She ran her hands over his sleek shoulders, squeezing their bulk, trying to find some clue, and gasped when the dildo probed her warmth. It felt so different for someone else to be using it on her. So much more personal. The round end pressed against her pussy, meeting soft resistance. She wriggled as he worked the tip in and out, just barely. 

Oh — she couldn't stand it anymore — her hand slipped down over her smooth stomach to stroke her own swollen clit. A soft male groan met her ears. Half-closed eyes, barely visible in the darkness, roved over her pleading face. His gaze sent a shudder of arousal through Diana's body. A sudden rush of juices from her pussy slicked the dildo, and it penetrated her easily, opening her tight cunt. Immediately, a large palm cupped her mound, holding the dildo firmly in place.

"Please," she whispered, her palms finding his muscled chest. His nipples hardened against her fingers. He twitched under her hands, but it didn't give anything away. Pressing her face into his shoulder, she licked salty skin, and he moaned. Did the twins taste different? God, she should have been paying attention. All she could say was that they both tasted musky and male and intense. 

Fingers were playing gently in her wet folds, tickling her aroused pussy as it stretched around the dildo. Another hand cupped her chin, lifting her face. Lips sucked softly on hers. A warm tongue snaked sensuously in and out of her mouth. Brendan, she thought, wriggling against his touch. Has to be. 

As his hand slid to her back, massaging her muscles deeply, her thighs slipped open, spreading her pussy wide to his sure fingers. She was about to whisper Brendan's name when a sudden pinch on her clit made her jump. Digging her fingers into the broad back under her hands, she stifled her cry of excitement in her pillow. The dildo swiftly penetrated her pussy, stretching her tightness and massaging her insides firmly as it twisted in and out. No, Ian. But—

Diana wriggled under his touch, moaning as he fucked her with her own toy. Just as quickly, his free hand slipped inside her nightgown to cup her tender breast. His thumb and finger softly rolled her nipple, caressing her so understandingly that she shuddered with hot need.

"Tell me," she panted. "Tell me who you are."

No response. A warm male mouth met hers again, and she pulled away from the hot soft tongue she wanted to suck on — so badly — and bit his shoulder. He grunted, driving the dildo deeper into her soaked pussy and squeezing her ripe breast hard. She buried a squeal in his neck. Oh God, Ian. Definitely Ian. But when her hand dove inside his boxers to wrap around his velvet cock and grip the thick shaft, the "Oh, baby, yeah" he let out, on a long delighted sigh, sounded exactly like Brendan.

Her breath was coming faster, panting. Her pussy pulsed around the firm rod as he handled her dildo. Her hips bucked up against the large hand pleasuring her. Fingers wrapped around her own hand, pulling it away from his back and pushing it between her legs. What— suddenly, she realized: he was molding her hand over her pussy to take the place of his. 

He moved over her, pulling off his boxers. The faint moonlight outlined his cock — thick and so hard. Then his hand was back between her legs, holding the dildo in place deep inside her cunt, her juices were being rubbed all over her dripping pussy, firm touch glided downward over her soaked and sensitive skin — 

Shocked pleasure tightened her full cunt as a large finger slipped between the soft curves of her ass to tease the rosebud nestled there. She wasn't a stranger to that kind of touch — she'd tried stroking her own ass recently out of curiosity while masturbating, and had been amazed by just how good it felt and how hard she came — but she grabbed his wrist. It took all her self-control.

"Not until I know who you are."

"Does it matter?" 

"Yes," she whispered fiercely. "It matters."

Oh God, she was so close to coming, but she couldn't come, not yet, not when she had no idea which twin was driving her crazy with lust and need. Her fingers still gripped his wrist. His other hand still caressed her quivering pussy. She could barely see the masculine face above hers, eyes half-closed and fixed on her. All she could hear was his breathing, getting faster, and her own breathing, which was turning into panting. 

"Tell me," she whispered desperately, furious with herself that she couldn't guess and furious with him for making her do it. "Tell me," she begged, kissing him hard and trying to suck the answer out of him. "Tell me." She squeezed his cock, rubbing his slippery warm fluid all over the satiny head, sliding her hand down to cradle his soft hanging balls. But all she got was a low grunt of pure desire.

With a deft twist, he freed his wrist from her grip. Her pussy clung to the dildo as he eased it out. Thumbs pulled apart her soaked lips with tantalizing slowness, separating her lush folds. Bluntness pressed against her opening, poised to fill her.

Diana grasped the muscled hips above her, straining to keep his meaty cock from sinking into her wet cunt. Jesus, she wanted to feel him so badly — 

"I have to know," she panted. 

He just rocked slightly, his head easing the tiniest bit further inside her tight pussy. She squeezed his hips hard, trying to hold him in place. Tension coiled through his long body. In the faint moonlight, his eyes were narrow. His handsome face contracted into total need. And he wasn't looking away from her face.

"Ian," she whispered, breaking into a smile. She loosened her hold, urging his hips toward her. 

His face relaxed into a surprised answering smile. "You got it," he whispered. As she opened her legs, his thick cock surged suddenly into her pussy.

Silky fabric slid over her skin as her nightgown was pulled upwards. Diana grasped the hem, tugging it the rest of the way over her head, and gasped when Ian's hand slid to her rounded ass, cupping her supple cheek firmly and angling her naked body against his. His cock sank deeper into her tight cunt. Winding her arms and legs around the hard body on top of hers, she squeezed as hard as she could, and he groaned into her neck.

"Ian— oh God—" She was about to demand an explanation, but he was sucking her soft skin now, increasing the pressure, scraping her neck with his teeth. It was so hot and so uncomfortable at the same time. And she was so horny, and she'd been so horny all night, and she needed Ian inside her so badly... She squirmed, pinned underneath him. "Ooh—" she cried out softly, trying to keep her voice down. "Ow, Ian."

He pulled back, and the next second his warm tongue soothed her neck, licking a teasing trail over her throat. Diana arched her back instinctively, exposing her neck to his busy lips and tongue. She felt so vulnerable suddenly, wrapped in Ian's arms, his cock spearing her deeply, while she trusted him to use his mouth gently on her neck and throat. Her pussy spasmed around him, bathing his shaft in steamy heat and wetness. Juices trickled out around the base of his cock, soaking her ass.

"Fuck, Diana," Ian whispered.

When he ran his tongue over her collarbone, Diana shuddered and buried a moan in his shoulder. His cock massaged her tingling cunt as he slowly fucked her. Impulsively, she licked his neck in return, peppering the slope with tiny bites. His skin tasted warm and salty, like a hot summer night, and she just wanted more and more in her mouth, sucking harder and harder... Oh yes. He liked that. His low moans made it obvious. God, she was so close. Her crotch was all liquid heat, melting around the hard rod moving sensuously inside her warm pussy.

His thrusts were getting longer now. And the sounds she was hearing were her own voice, whimpering. She lifted her hips desperately, trying to rise up to meet him, but Ian just kept fucking her and fucking her. Sharp pleasure radiated through her soaked pussy and out to her quivering thighs. When his tongue sank into her mouth again, she gasped, raking her fingers down his broad sweaty back.

"Oh, yeah," Ian hissed, moving faster now. "Take me, baby. Take it all." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him tightly. His breath was hot on her neck. All Diana could do was dig her nails into his skin, panting with him as he released jet after jet of cum into her tingling pussy.

Too soon, he withdrew his slick cock and sat up, his eyes roving over her naked curves. Dazed and aroused, still on the edge of coming, she looked up at him imploringly. Her whole body vibrated with need.

"Ian," she moaned softly, reaching for him.

"What is it, baby?" Knowing fingers found her large nipple. 

She tried to pull his other hand to her throbbing mound, but he just pushed her own hand back in one easy movement and pinned it against her pillow. Diana squeezed his fingers, so close to coming that Ian's pinches on her tight bud were almost enough to put her over the edge. 

"I need you, Ian," she pleaded. "I need to come."

"You were doing so well when I got here." His voice was husky against her ear. His warm male body pressed against her soft curves. He rubbed his thumb over her wrist and rolled her puckered nipple between his fingers, and she groaned. Her pussy was a pool of juices, desperate for his touch. "You had everything you needed, didn't you, Diana? Why don't you just go on. Play with your little pussy for me the way you like it."

"No, I want you." God, she was begging, shamelessly, and he was making her do it. "Please, Ian, please...I just want you."

In the dim light, she could barely see his smile. 

Then she muffled a yelp in his shoulder as fingers met her eager pussy, finding her wetness again. Something was different — 

"Uhhh," she groaned, her cunt spasming around thickness. His thumb, she realized. His thumb was filling her pussy, massaging her sensitive entrance, and his fingers were following the river of cream down between her cheeks.

"Oh fuck," she said out loud, forgetting to keep her voice down. "Ian—"

Her ass clenched and fluttered around the tip of his finger. More fingers found her clit, teasing the hard little pearl. One arm surrounded her, holding her securely against him, as both his hands pleasured her. Was that shriek hers? She couldn't— Her parents would wake up— Swiftly, Ian covered her lips with his, swallowing her cries, working his hot tongue into her mouth as his finger penetrated her ass.

"Ian," she gasped into his mouth. "That's far enough—"

Her rosebud clamped down, trapping his finger. Ian kept his hand in place, caressing her melting clit and twisting his thumb firmly inside her cunt. Her whole body tingled. She felt totally open to him, totally filled and totally in the palm of Ian's hand. 

"It's okay, Diana." His voice was so comforting, so lulling, it could have been his brother's. "It's okay, baby. You can do this. Let me into your hot little ass."

She moaned softly, tense and excited, then let out a long sigh and relaxed against him. Without warning, her narrow channel relaxed too, opening to Ian's finger, and he slipped deeper into her tight warmth.

"Yesssss. That's right." He kissed her hotly. Diana arched her back, needing more now. "That's so good. That's perfect. You love this, baby," he rasped, sounding like Ian again, but his tone was hypnotic. "I knew you would. You want to be fucked everywhere, don't you? You need it so badly, you dirty girl."

"Yes," she whispered, dazed. 

Ian's finger in her ass was setting her aflame, stroking nerve endings she didn't know she had. God, having his touch there felt shockingly intimate and somehow familiar and safe at the same time. Diana squeezed his hand between her thighs as his thumb and finger moved together inside her, massaging her pussy and ass, stretching her tightness. Her pussy was tingling, but her ass gripped his finger with a different kind of strength altogether. Her juices were soaking his hand. 

"Fuck, you're tight and hot, baby," he grunted softly.

She buried her face in Ian's warm neck again, tasting his sweat. His fingers on her clit sent jolts of need through her swollen cunt, and God, her ass — it felt so pleasurable, it was almost painful. So much...so good...so full.

"Ian," she panted. "Iaaan..."

Everything swam in front of her eyes. The bed dropped away. It was just Ian, all around her, filling her completely. Oh God. It was more pleasure than she could take, and he just didn't stop. All she could do was relax into his hands and open to him, more and more. She cried out into his neck, whimpering, as her orgasm washed over her in slow warm waves. Her juice-slicked cunt and ass rippled around his thick fingers, contracting again and again with glorious tightness. 

Finally, the sensations subsided. Slowly, even gently, Ian eased his fingers out of her. Panting for breath, she rested her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall. 

The moon had risen, outlining her bookshelves and desk and dresser. Diana moved her head back onto the pillow to get a better look at Ian, although there wasn't much light to go by. From this angle, she could just see the dark freckle under his left eye. She touched it lightly with a fingertip to make sure it was there, and that little smile tugged at his mouth. 

"What were you thinking?" she whispered, too relaxed right now to be irritated with him.

"Who said I was thinking?" His grin widened. 

She tried to tug one of the pillows out from under his head so she could throw it at him, but Ian's hand closed over the plump cotton, and anyway, it felt like too much effort right now. "Coming in here, making me guess like that."

"Just checking. To see if you were paying attention." Now his dimples were showing. 

By all rights she should be blushing, but the effects of the joint still lingered through her body. This had been another one of Ian's pranks, that's all. "And what if I thought you were Brendan?" 

Ian just nipped her neck, wedging his heavy leg firmly between her soft thighs. "Someone's been a bad girl tonight," he whispered. He cupped the swell of Diana's breast, rubbing it underneath where it felt especially good, and she sighed, enjoying it too much to drag the conversation backward. "I can smell the weed on you. First time?"

She tried to shrug casually. "How'd you guess?" A sudden tickle of panic curled through her stomach. "Do you think— My parents—"

"Just take a shower in the morning. And put your fan in the window. I'll do it."

He rolled out of bed. Diana watched him, naked in the sliver of moonlight, as he went to get her box fan from the corner. She couldn't drag her eyes away from his easy movements, the play of light and shadows over his long body and sleek muscles. Jeez, he was so gorgeous, it hurt. The question she really wanted to ask was, What are you doing here — alone? But she had no idea what kind of answer she'd get.

She cleared her throat. "What's Brendan up to tonight?"

Ian shrugged, maddeningly. "Stuff. We don't keep tabs on each other all the time. We just give each other the rundown afterwards."

"I thought you were inseparable."

"Usually." The slow grin he gave her made her insides turn over. He bent to plug the box fan in.

"Have you guys ever had a fight?" she asked, suddenly curious. "Or do you just make agreements?" 

Ian looked over his shoulder, startled. He put the box fan in the window, turned it on, and climbed back into bed next to her.

"Our last fight was when we were seven." He lay back against the pillow. "I don't remember what the hell it was about. We got mad about something and we started whaling on each other. Neither of us was winning. We just kept trying to beat the crap out of each other." As he turned to her, Diana felt his breath stir her cheek. The box fan whirred, making lazy waves through the air. "In the end, we knew we couldn't win that way. We'd just keep fighting forever. So we made an agreement to never get in a fight again, and we never have." A warm hand rested on her stomach. Ian's voice was soothing. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I couldn't make it without Brendan. He knows I always have his back, and I know he always has mine."

"What do you mean, you couldn't make it?" she murmured. He was rubbing her stomach now in slow circles, teasing just below her belly button, and her nipples were beginning to pucker.





The Boys Next Door Ch. 04



Ian shrugged. "Brendan's the smart one."

"You're smart too." Surprised, Diana pushed herself up on her elbows. "He's just more conscientious than you are." Her voice was so indignant that Ian began to laugh.

"It's really okay, Diana," he whispered into her neck, easing her back down to him. "There's more to life than kissing academic ass. Maybe someday you'll find out."

That's not the same thing— she wanted to say, but what came out was, "At least I'm good at that." 

Ian gave her a withering look, but his scornful expression faded as she stared back at him, then dropped her eyes.

"What?" He pinched her hip, and she reflexively smacked his hand away.

"I'm nervous, Ian." Shit. Had she really said that? She had. 

He glanced down at her sharply, his hand stopping its journey roaming over her body. "About what?"

She let out a long breath. "College," she mumbled into his chest.

"Jesus, Diana." He started laughing. Surprised, she laughed too. "You haven't even graduated high school yet. A week ago you were all tied up over finals. Now you're on to worrying about the next thing. Take a break."

Heat washed over her skin. Sure, she'd been anxious about finals when the twins had climbed in her window a week ago. She'd also put on a strip-tease, squirmed and pleasured herself in front of both of them, and asked Brendan to take her from behind while she sucked Ian's cock and ordered him to ask for it nicely. She'd figured that's all he'd remember about that particular evening. 

"Change is scary," she whispered. What was she really saying? "I'm scared." Ian's fingers tightened in her hair. Unable to look at him, she trailed her fingers along the curve of his pecs, stroking his tiny dark nipples and the patch of brown chest hair that narrowed to a soft line. His hard stomach pulled in under her touch. His skin was so smooth. He sighed, a low sigh. "At least in high school I knew who I was." Was she really confiding in Ian, rubbing her cheek against his chest while he tugged lightly on her hair? "I didn't always like being that person, but I knew what it involved. You know?"

"Yeah." Ian's voice was quiet. "I know."

Diana's eyes met his. There wasn't a trace of teasing on his face.

"What's it like being the bad twin?" she asked softly.

Silence. Then lips closed over hers. 

Before she could ask him more, his palm was moving all over her body again, fondling and squeezing her soft curves. And suddenly, she needed to touch him too. Of its own accord, her hand found his cock, half-hard and slippery with both their juices. 

She didn't miss Ian's startled expression when she brushed her lips against his chest. But his hard body was so warm, and his smooth skin tasted so delicious as she lightly kissed and licked her way over his stomach, that she had no intention of stopping. Somewhere, some part of her was absolutely certain that Ian needed this right now. Her tongue explored the ripples of his abs, swirling closer and closer to his musky crotch. When his hips bucked toward her mouth, her nipples puckered in response, hardening in the night air as her breasts swung over his body. She squeezed his muscled thighs, doing her best to hold them down against her rumpled sheets the way he'd held her thighs down when he licked her cunt. God, she couldn't stop looking at his cock, so tempting and so close to her face. When Ian made a strained sound, she blew a soft stream of air over his engorged erection. He grunted, but held still. 

She'd meant to take her time, but she just wanted to taste him too badly. Leaning down, she wrapped her lips around his cock. 

Oh yes — he was completely hard now, his glossy head filling her mouth. The tang of her own juices met her tongue, and she licked them up eagerly. Ian grunted softly, his body tightening when she caressed his warm sac. Curious, she stopped licking the underside of his cock, just for a moment, to take one of his balls in her mouth. Soft textured skin met her tongue, the hairs tickling her lips. She licked gently, exploring the wrinkled surface. Ian was groaning over and over now, quiet but deep, sounds of need coming from somewhere inside him.

Quickly, Diana lifted her head and engulfed his warm shaft in her mouth, sinking down as far as she could manage. It was a little uncomfortable, having her jaw open so wide and Ian's thick cock filling her mouth, but God, it was so good, too. 

"Don't stop," Ian grated, his voice raw.

Once he'd said it, she just couldn't resist. She pulled her mouth off Ian's cock and leaned over him, panting, looking right at him. His eyes went wide, glazed with desire, and the animal expression on his face sent prickles of want through her heavy breasts. 

"Tease," he whispered. "You little—"

With one swift movement, she climbed on top of him. His whole body jerked, and oh jesus yes, he was panting, and the only thing that made sense was to rock her creamy cunt against his cock, letting it push into her sensitive entrance.

"Uhhh..." she groaned, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders for support. "You feel bigger."

"Mm-hm." The lust on his face made her shiver. Her silken pussy flexed around his smooth head as she slowly sank down on his shaft, settling her thighs against his hips.

"You're so deep inside me, Ian." It came out as a whisper.

"Mm-hm," he said again. His hazel eyes were locked on her face, and the look in them...the way he was looking at her...she couldn't give it a name, but it forced a sudden grunt of excitement out of her. "You're on top now, you hot slut. Go ahead and ride me."

She tried lifting her hips upward and lowering her wet cunt down onto his cock, lifting and lowering, but it wasn't easy. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled under her arms. Ian's cock kept jerking inside her tight core, feeling inescapably huge. 

"This is a lot of work," she said in surprise.

For half a second, Ian stared at her. Then he smashed his face in her pillow, guffawing. His whole body shook. Diana had to hang onto his shoulders to keep her balance. When he was able to breathe again, he gasped, "Damn right, it's a lot of work. Why do you think I go to the gym every day?"

Diana gave him a murderous glare. "To stay in shape for basketball season?"

"That too. Here." He moved his hands firmly up her back, pressing her forward. Oooh — her pussy squeezed his cock involuntarily as Ian guided her to a new angle, his cock rubbing against her aroused walls and sliding even deeper inside her. 

"Ian—"

"I know, baby. You can really feel me now." He began thrusting upwards, spearing her tender pussy. Diana clutched his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under her fingers. He'd told her to ride him, but all she could do was bounce, her breath coming out of her in little gasps, as Ian fucked her rhythmically, one hand finding her full swaying breast. Her nipple hardened under his touch as he fondled the ripe bud. She began to moan.

"Come on, Diana." His voice was soft, but rough. "Don't make me do all the work. Unless you want me to roll you over and fuck the hell out of you."

"Do it," she gasped.

He laughed softly. "Earn it."

"Jerk," she muttered, and he chuckled again. God, every movement of his hips sent his thick cock rubbing against a sensitive spot at the front of her pussy and she just wanted more...and more... Diana began to lift her ass, sliding her juicy cunt up and down Ian's cock over and over again. He slowed his plunges to match her speed, his hands roaming everywhere — her heavy breasts, her smooth belly, her quivering thighs, her round ass. The little smile curling his lips sent a hard shudder of need through her body. Her own hips jerked at his sudden touch on her clit, so much more gentle than she'd expect from Ian.

"You like that?" he murmured teasingly. 

"Yes," she gasped. His fingers slipped over her swollen folds, encouraging the hot juices flowing from her eager cunt to soak his cock, making the place where their bodies joined slicker and slicker.

"Such a nice little pussy," he murmured. 

"Just nice?" she managed. Determined to drive him crazy, she squeezed Ian's cock as hard as she could, doing her best to milk him, and his grin twisted into a look of pained need. Oh — it was getting easier to move now. She was getting the hang of it, matching Ian's thrusts, and he was noticing and fucking her faster.

"A fucking amazing pussy," he grunted. "That I want to cum in all night long."

Diana moaned, and as her swollen pussy tightened around Ian's shaft, he rubbed the hard bead of her clit faster, teasing the exposed tip again and again. She clutched his shoulders, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself upright on his engorged cock. 

"Ian, slow down," she pleaded. "It's—"

Too late. Sharp pleasure rushed over her. She couldn't breathe. She could only pant, helplessly, totally out of control, squeezing Ian as hard as she could with her hands and thighs. Her cunt was rippling on his cock, and words were streaming from her mouth, total babbling, and she could only hear herself rasping out "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," in a voice that didn't even sound like hers—

And before she knew it, she was flat on her back, Ian's heavy body on top, his hot tongue wriggling deep in her mouth, his meaty cock plunging again and again into her tingling pussy. She gasped for breath, trying to push back as she hugged his hard waist with her creamy thighs.

"You want me to talk dirty, Diana?" he muttered into her mouth. "You want more?" Diana quivered as he ground against her clit. She was so sensitive after coming, way too sensitive for him to do that, but her whole body was saying yes. He was using longer and longer strokes, driving into her harder and harder. 

"What the hell have you been doing before this?" she asked, breathless, barely able to think. "Talking clean?"

He laughed softly, but his voice was strained with need. "I want to fuck you everywhere, baby," he growled. "I want to fuck your whole body. I want to fuck your sweet ass, and your hot little pussy, and your sexy mouth. I want to soak you in my cum. I want to see it running out of you while you lie there, fucking worn out and completely satisfied. 'Cause you know what? I don't think you've ever been completely satisfied. No matter how much I fuck you, no matter how much Brendan fucks you—" Diana moaned, her dripping pussy clasping Ian's swiftly moving cock, her back bouncing against the bed — "you're always going to want more, because you're an insatiable little slut who can never— get— enough."

God, she was in a fog, everything was hazy and hot and hard and oh so real. His thrusts were forcing the air out of her now. Ian's tongue dove into her mouth again, and Diana opened her lips to take him in. "Tell the truth," he grunted, pulling back. "Am I right?"

She could barely answer. Was he? Was he right? "Yes." The word flew out of her. "Yes. You're right."

"Fuck," Ian groaned, pulling her tight against him. Diana's hands found his ass, squeezing his muscled cheeks hard, urging his cock as deep as it could go. God — it was so sexy to feel him coming. She couldn't help moaning along with him, breathing together until his deep groans slowed into sighs.

They lay entwined together for a few minutes. Then Diana stirred, trying to stretch under Ian's long body. He was totally relaxed, lying on top of her, his cock still hard and buried in her soaked pussy. When she wriggled her hips, he eased out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her close.

"Was that okay?" The face close to hers, usually cocky or mocking, actually looked a little worried. 

"Yeah." She squeezed his shoulder. "Very okay."

He barked a laugh, shaking his head. "I keep thinking you're part priss." His voice was a little hoarse, and there was no question — he looked tired. Diana couldn't hold back her smile. She'd worn him out. "But you aren't, are you? You're a dirty girl. And you like that the world doesn't know. I bet deep down, you're dirtier than I am."

"Maybe someday you'll find out," she heard herself say.

"Hope so."

Diana realized she was relaxed in Ian's powerful arms, his fingers idly stroking her hair. Her body was still coming down from being fiercely fucked. Too soon, he began to let go. 

"I'm gonna leave now," he whispered. "Bet you need some recovery time."

She reached out to him. "Stay." 

A pause. "What are you going to tell your mommy when she finds us in the morning?" Ian asked finally. But his arms tightened around her.

"She won't." 

He gave her a long look. "Okay. I'll go clean up."

"What?" Diana grabbed his elbow as he sat up and reached for his clothes. "My parents—"

"Parents don't hear me, baby." She could just make out Ian's grin in the dim light. Sooner than she could argue, he shrugged into his t-shirt, tugged his boxers on, and crept noiselessly out of her room. 

He hadn't been kidding, Diana thought as she stretched, unkinking the soreness in her legs. Ian must be heading for the bathroom down the hall -- he knew where it was, of course -- but other than the very faint sound of water running, she never would have guessed anyone was up and about. 

Of course, Ian had been the champion of sneaking around when they were kids: onto the roof while his mom cooked dinner, out of the classroom while the teacher's back was turned, up behind Diana with a water pistol to try to scare her senseless. She could only imagine what he used his powers for now. Shaking her head, she pulled her nightgown back on and smoothed the silky purple fabric over her body. 

A minute later, the mattress sank and a hard male body pressed against hers, spooning her back. She turned to face him, snuggling into his warmth, sure that she could never fall asleep with Ian of all people in her bed, but she felt so relaxed... 

Knocking. Someone was knocking. Bright sunlight met her squinting eyes, streaming in the open window through the rustling branches of the tree outside. And she was wrapped in a strong embrace...in her bed? Ian. Ian, still fast asleep, his warm body tangled up with hers, between her and the door. She kicked unthinkingly, and he stirred.

"Diana, honey?" Her mother's voice came from the other side of the door, followed by the squeak of the door being pushed open. "You overslept, you'll be late for graduation practice—"

"Oh my God." Her mother's hand flew to her mouth. Ian rolled over, and her jaw dropped. "Brendan? ...Ian?"

"Brendan," Ian answered smoothly, sitting up. Diana sat up too, grateful beyond belief that Ian had put his t-shirt and boxers back on and she was wearing her nightgown. Somehow, Ian had managed to wake up completely in the space of about fifteen seconds, while she was still rubbing her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cooper. Would you believe me if I said this isn't what it looks like?"

Diana stared at him. She'd never seen Ian turn on the charm the way Brendan did, but now he'd opened the spigot full force, giving her mother an unbelievably disarming smile that could have come straight off his brother's face. The dimples deepened in his cheeks. Somehow, he managed to look irresistible and penitent at the same time.

Diana's mother blinked a few times. Amazingly, her cheeks had a tinge of pink in them. "What happened?" she asked grudgingly.

Ian got out of bed and stood to face her mother, his hands spread. "Diana and I were talking on the phone last night, and she asked me to come over. We should have told you, but she didn't want to wake you up." Ian's eyes were locked on her mother's, giving her the most gorgeous impression of a mournful puppy dog Diana had ever seen. "She's been so stressed, nervous about graduating and leaving home, and she said she's been having nightmares. She asked me to stay the night."

"Diana!" her mother scolded.

"Sorry, Mom." Diana hung her head. Nerves were humming through her body, and her pussy was sticky under her nightgown, Her ass tingled, still feeling Ian's finger inside it from the night before.

"Nothing happened, Mrs. Cooper." Ian's voice couldn't have been more reassuring. "She just wanted me to be here for her. And, you know—" he shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly. "I don't see Diana that way. She'll always be a little sister to me. Sorry, Di," he added quickly. She rolled her eyes, doing her best to play along.

"Well...I understand, Brendan," her mother said. "But Diana, we need to discuss the rules of having boys over, especially in your room. We've never had to talk about this," she added to Ian, conversationally, as if he were her peer instead of a college student two years older than her daughter. "You know how it is. It just hasn't been a problem."

"And I'm sure it won't be," Ian agreed. "She told me she's putting all her energy into studying. Now if Ian had been here...it would have been another story." He shook his head. Diana bit down hard on her lip, widening her eyes at him as she did her best to keep a straight face.

"Let's not think about that," she managed to say. Good thing it was her mom who'd walked in on them, and not her dad.

"Do you want to stay for breakfast, Brendan?" Mrs. Cooper smiled at Ian.

Diana tried not to goggle in shock. Sure, Ian had been charming, and he'd relied on Brendan's reputation, but she couldn't believe her mother was actually inviting him to sit in their kitchen and eat cornflakes after she'd discovered him in her daughter's bed. She'd been wondering for a while what Ian got out of the good twin/bad twin arrangement. Now she was starting to see.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cooper. I'd better get back home. Ian needs a lot of help waking up in the morning." The wink he gave her was all Brendan. He waved as he headed out — through the door this time. "See you, Di."



The Boys Next Door Ch. 05



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. 

"What is this?" 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?"




The Boys Next Door Ch. 05



"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. 




The Boys Next Door Ch. 05



Pulling back, he climbed over her. Palms spread her soft thighs. His cock sank into her sopping cunt in one long thrust. Yes— no— feeling him in there right above the firm cylinder filling her ass— it was just this side of too much. When she let out a sharp cry, he kissed her, hard.

"Ian — Ian — oh God —"

"What do you want, little girl?" His voice was thick with lust. "Why'd you call me here tonight?"

Jesus, what could she say? Ian had to be loving every minute of this. He'd never let her hear the end of it. So she might as well go for broke.

"Because I want you to fuck my ass." She'd wanted to sound confident, but it came out a bare whisper.

For a second, no one spoke. Diana's thighs trembled from the effort of holding them open. Brendan gently squeezed her breast, his thumb pressing into the round curve. Ian just stared at her. His mouth was half open, panting. Then he turned to glance at his brother. Some silent communication passed between them. 

Without a word, Ian flexed his hips backward, withdrawing his cock from her clasping pussy. Diana wanted so badly for him to fill her again...to be filled...

She reached for him, but he unfolded his body from the bed and braced his hands on her desk, his chest heaving. Then he crossed the room and knelt in front of her record player. The candles had burned down. A faint wash of moonlight showed Ian crouched low in the dark, flipping through the LPs he'd teased her about last week. Diana couldn't stop staring at his flushed body, his meaty cock slick with her juices, his hanging balls. And God, she was so close to coming, and Brendan was pinching her tight nipples more and more firmly, squeezing her heavy breasts until she whimpered and tried to pull him on top of her, but he didn't budge. 

Ian may have made fun of her record player, but he knew how to use it. The needle settled down. Warm slow music, the volume turned low, filled the room. Two guitars and a voice like a whisper for more. 

"Get on top of Brendan, Diana," Ian said gruffly in her ear. Dazed, her skin sparking from every touch, she let Brendan guide her on top of him, centering her crotch firmly over his cock. Her creamy legs were braced on either side of his hips. Her breasts begged to be squeezed as they swung over him. She gasped when he spread her soaked lips open and settled his thick shaft along her quivering pussy. 

"Please," she whispered. She'd never been so aroused and desperate to come. Brendan just tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for a soft kiss. She shuddered when he massaged his way down her back. Then large hands cupped her cheeks from below, squeezing and pinching her flesh until she stopped pleading and just moaned, giving in to Ian's touch. Fingers eased the plug from her ass, and she clenched up tight. 

Behind her, she heard the rustle of the paper bag. Cool liquid suddenly drizzled over her rosebud, dripping down her cleft. A finger rubbed it into her sensitive opening. When she twisted around to look over her shoulder, she was just in time to see Ian rubbing more lube onto his cock, fisting his shaft until it glistened. His half-lidded gaze roved over the curves of her ass and up her arched back.

Then her hips were being gripped. Hot skin nudged her rosebud, pushing with steady pressure. Her cheeks parted as the head of Ian's cock sank in.

"Wait," Diana yelped, instinctively pulling away. God, she wanted to do this, but it was so uncomfortable. Her cry turned into a low moan when Brendan's fingers surrounded her clit.

"Diana," Ian said quietly. "Relax."

Her ass clenched on his cock again, and she stifled a cry in Brendan's shoulder. Ian stopped and held still.

"I can't," she whispered. 

Ian leaned close. God, she wanted to see his face, look into his eyes, but all she felt was his warm breath on her ear and the heat from his chest, beating onto her bare back.

"You're beautiful, Diana." His voice was soft. Low. Her whole body flushed at the compliment. Ian had never told her she was beautiful. Her narrow channel, fluttering around his thick cock, suddenly eased up a little. She gasped when he sank in further. "I want all of you."

"I want all of you too," she whispered. In the darkness, her eyes met Brendan's. He just squeezed her hip reassuringly. His fingers stirred the pool of juices gathering in her pussy, playing around her sensitive entrance.

"Let Ian take you, Di," he whispered. "You both want it. And I know you can do it."

She groaned softly, burying her face in Brendan's neck as her ass squeezed the head of Ian's cock. It felt enormous. She couldn't possibly take any more... 

Then she felt Ian's lips on her shoulder. He was kissing her. She relaxed another fraction, then another.

"You're perfect," Ian breathed in her ear.

Oh God, she was far from perfect, but his words had a magical effect. Her whole body relaxed, opening to him.

"Yes," Ian whispered. "That's it. That's right."

Sensations beyond anything she'd imagined were beginning to flood her body. Brendan's patient fingers stroked her clit, his other hand warm and secure on her soft thigh. Ian's palm cupped the back of her neck, squeezing the bare skin. Her tight entrance felt every twitch of his hot cock. She was pinned in place, open to both the twins. There wasn't anywhere for her to go. Any way for her to hide. 

A drop of liquid hit her back. Then another. Confused, she twisted around to look up at Ian. He held himself still, muscles straining, his cock half-buried in her ass. His face was set with concentration and need. Perspiration ran down his forehead and chest. Sweat, Diana realized. That's what she'd felt. He was trying as hard as he could to hold back, when all he truly wanted was to fuck her ass.

Her whole body trembled with arousal. Jolts of intensity ran from where Ian penetrated her to her swollen clit, which Brendan was caressing more purposefully, her tingling thighs, her aching nipples, her everything.

"I'm ready," she whispered. And as she said it, her ass opened, welcoming Ian's cock. He let out a hissing groan, sinking into her tight warmth.

"Oh my God," she gasped. Warm droplets trickled down her cheeks. She thought she was sweating too at first, but no, they were tears, squeezed from her eyes even though she wasn't crying, because it was all so incredibly hot and intense and overwhelming. And Brendan was still stroking her clit, his fingers probing her pussy while he kissed her neck, and jesus, she didn't know it was possible to feel so full, and everything was suddenly bright and fuzzy in front of her eyes as she convulsed with total pleasure.

She barely knew what was happening outside the slow intense pulses rippling outward from Ian's cock and Brendan's fingers through her whole body. A voice above her, Ian's, whispering, "Fuck, oh fuck, jesus christ, Diana," as her ass clenched on his shaft again and again. Brendan's lips on her ear and his hand in her hair. Her own gasps and pleas for — more. Yes. That was her voice asking for more. And Ian was...moving? God, yes, she felt his impossibly meaty erection slowly easing back, then penetrating her ass even further. Another, deeper orgasm washed over her. The noises she was making— yes, she was actually crying now, whimpering with need as hot tears bathed her cheeks. She could only crouch over Brendan, meet his tonguing kisses, suck hard on his neck to stifle her cries, open her legs more to his sure fingers while Ian flexed his hips behind her, massaging her cheeks and keeping them spread to his slow thrusts.

It didn't feel right not to look into Ian's eyes as he slowly fucked her ass. As similar as Brendan looked, and as comforting as his steady gaze was, steamed over with lust, it wasn't the same thing. But they both felt so good, and it was all so intense, and as more waves pulsed over her and she bent to kiss Brendan again, Ian grasped her hips, pulling her upward with him. Bluntness pressed against her soaking cunt.

"Brendan?" she whispered. "Ohhh..." His thick head was opening her pussy. "Oh God..."

Brendan just stroked her cheek with his thumb, turning her face to give her another juicy kiss as he slowly penetrated her swollen cunt. Ian was easing out of her ass, then back into the snug warmth. 

"You can't both fit—" Diana gasped. "I'm already so full of Ian."

"You can do this, Di." Brendan's kisses were so coaxing. One hand found her the curve of her breast. His cock didn't stop moving upward, spearing her tingling cunt with firm and steady pressure. Her juices trickled down his hard rod. "I've wanted this for us since I kissed you here in your room." 

Shock arrowed through her flushed body. Her first kiss, and Brendan had been thinking about taking her pussy while Ian fucked her ass. Of course, she'd been damp between her legs, desperate for his touch, fantasizing about the three of them as soon as he left... At the sound of her moan, Ian's thick cock jerked between her cheeks, driving a louder moan from her mouth. And oh God, with that moan she sank all the way down onto Brendan, his cock deeply buried in her tight juicy pussy.

They'd done this before, Diana thought dimly through the fog of helpless excitement. They knew exactly how to time their movements. Which was a good thing, right? She moaned again softly, stunned this was really happening, as her creamy pussy and quivering ass hugged both their cocks. 

"Sweetness," Brendan murmured. "This is so right."

"Ian," she panted. "Brendan."

"Let it go, Diana." Ian, in her ear. "Let it all go."

Jesus, two bulky bodies were crowding her with heat, sandwiching her with muscle, filling her beyond full. Taking up her bed, taking her over. She was out of control, had no control at all, no choice but to give in to the sensations of the twins inside her. Fucking her, together. 

Arousal and hard need rushed over her body when Ian lengthened his strokes. Her ass relaxed to take his slippery cock, unbelievably hot and silky, then squeezed sharply as he pulled out. Her thighs shook with excitement, spread wide on top of Brendan. As she clutched Brendan's broad shoulders, her knees pressing against the rumpled sheets, she tried to move with Ian, but between his firm thrusts, his hand gripping her soft cheek, and Brendan's cock deep inside her, she could only give in to his strong body driving against hers. She was dimly aware of Brendan fondling her hanging breasts, pinching her ripe nipples and whispering reassurances in her ear as Ian began to fuck her in earnest. And when Brendan started to move too, thrusting upward with his hips when Ian moved backward, every movement rippling through her full crotch — she'd never imagined this. She'd never imagined it could be like this.

Sparks of pleasure shot outward from her bursting pussy. A large hand squeezed her mound, fingers caressing her exposed clit. Ian, from behind. His muscular arm pressed again her hip, his hand cupping her cunt just above his brother's cock piercing her soaked core. 

"Enough..." she moaned, barely aware. "I can't — I don't— so much—"

But there was nothing she could do. Nothing, except sob with need as, oh God, her pussy and ass clamped down on the twins' cocks. 

"Fuck, yeah," Ian grunted. He pressed more firmly on her clit. "Come on, Diana. Do it. Fucking come right now."

"Come for us, Di," Brendan murmured. His lust-heavy eyes moved over her naked curves on top of him. "Come hard. You've needed this from the beginning."

She had no choice. Their cocks just kept moving and moving and moving, nudging up a tidal wave that spilled over when Ian pinched her clit. 

"God, oh God, oh God..." She was crying helplessly now because there was no way she could handle the intense pleasure that rocked her body and pitched her over the edge. Her heated cunt rippled around Brendan's cock, her sensitive ass gripped Ian's cock. Her whole crotch was hot and slick and creamy as she shook through an orgasm that didn't end. 

Animal growls from above, groans of pleasure from below, met her ears. Was Ian really pulling almost all the way out, her ass clinging tightly to his slippery shaft, and slowly but firmly pushing back in? Yes. He was. And Brendan was squeezing her hip with one hand and cupping her breast with the other, fucking her pussy just as deeply. More tears washed over her face as she came again. 

Ian's cock twitched against her tight ring of muscles. His hand tightened on her mound, fingers slipping over her juicy lips. Between his rough gasps, she heard him pant, "Diana..." 

"Ian," she whispered. She focused on receiving him. Opening to him. Letting him in. Hot cum spurted into her ass, and jesus, she could feel every splash of his cream as she took Ian deep inside her. As she breathed with him, held in place, Brendan grasped both her hips firmly, thrusting long and hard into her tight satiny pussy until his deep sounds of fulfillment washed over her.

Arms surrounded Diana as she collapsed on the bed, tangled up with warm male flesh. A soft wet tongue grazed her face. Ian was licking the tears off her cheeks. She lay exhausted, wedged between the twins, while the needle went around and around at the end of the record.



The Boys Next Door Ch. 06



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.




The Boys Next Door Ch. 06



"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?"




The Boys Next Door Ch. 06



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.




The Boys Next Door Ch. 06



"Lick her, sweetness," he murmured in her ear. "Taste her."

Could she? The girl was moaning louder, thrusting lithe hips towards Diana. A drop of cream oozed from her pouting cunt, trickling down toward her pert ass. It looked so delicious. Just a little taste... Brendan's hands were massaging firmly down her back towards her ass, urging her towards the girl. As Diana leaned forward, large male fingers suddenly slipped between her spread legs, exploring her soaked cunt. Her thighs trembled. God, she was way too sensitive right after coming, but Brendan's assured fingers, filling her, stretching her tight entrance as he massaged her dripping pussy, just made her crave his touch when he eased back out. And as her tongue met hot wet flesh, tentatively licking the girl's juicy little entrance, blunt hardness pushed against her own tight cunt.

"Brendan—?" she gasped into the girl's pussy. A thick cock parted her swollen lips, sinking inexorably into her clasping pussy. Ooohh, he felt so big from behind — they'd only done it once this way...and God, she needed it. Hands grasped her hips, pulling her onto the shaft slowly piercing her core. A whisper rasped against her ear.

"Fuck, you really are pure slut, Diana. You're a bad, bad girl." A firm smack on her ass drove the breath out of her.

"Ian," she moaned, instinctively pushing her hips back to accept him.

"You don't even know which one's which," the other girl breathed, pushing back sweaty red curls. Jesus, she was lying on the bed, watching the three of them with a big smile on her face, one hand slipping between her smooth thighs as Brendan pulled her closer to him. "That's hot as fuck."

"No, I do know," Diana protested, but a hand tugged her face back to the slick pussy in front of her.

And right then Ian drove forward, thrusting her lips into the girl's soft warmth. Slim hands grabbed Diana's hair. Smooth thighs closed around her head.

Oh God — it was definitely Ian behind her now, inside her, around her, his thick cock opening her pussy more and more. And she was licking the girl's soft folds all over like her tongue had a mind of its own, remembering how Ian had massaged her cunt with his burning tongue and copying his movements. Diana panted for breath as Ian fucked her with long deep strokes, handling her firmly by the hips while she tongued the girl's eager opening and tried little circles over her excited clit, amazed at the way the hard bud slipped and slid under the weight of her tongue. More moans filled the air. God, she was tasting the dripping pussy of some gorgeous girl she didn't even know — a girl who was squirming and whimpering with real need, hot juice coating her rosy lips. Diana shuddered with answering need, her cunt quivering around the hard rod inside her, and heard Ian's quick intake of breath.

"Whatever you're doing to her, you hot little slut, you're doing it right," he breathed.

A large hand slapped her ass again. And again. It stung when Ian spanked her, but in the very best way, heat blooming over her feverish cheeks. Each time his hand connected with the firm roundness, her pussy rippled around his cock, and it all felt better...and better...

Soft moans met her ears from the side, blending with the louder moans from above. Oh...Brendan must be doing something with the other girl -- but when curiosity and lust pulled her gaze away from the slick folds under her tongue, the girl's hands immediately pulled her back.

Fingers found Diana's clit, sending waves of sharp pleasure through her full cunt. Her soaked pussy contracted around Ian's cock, and she whimpered into the girl's creamy valley, now thrusting rhythmically into her face. As Ian's fingers moved more swiftly on her own clit, rubbing her firmly, she licked the girl's clit faster, sucking the hard nub into her mouth and gently working a fingertip into her clasping cunt.

When the girl's soft cunt contracted on Diana's finger, her hips arched forward. Diana knew that motion. She was begging for more, and oh jesus, Diana wanted to give her more. Tentatively, she eased a second finger into the girl's spasming tightness, sucking on her clit again, amazed at the squeals of pleasure she was hearing and the soft squeezes around her fingers. The girl was coming. She'd made her come. This was so crazy, and oh God, Ian was fucking her thoroughly now, possessing her whole cunt with his cock on each stroke and rubbing her clit in a way that left her no choice but to finally melt around his thick hardness in a long shuddering orgasm. God — he just didn't stop — pounding her through spasms of pleasure, over and over again, while she rested her cheek on the girl's thigh and soft hands stroked her hair.

And just like that, he pulled out of her.

"Ian, no..." she moaned, but before she could protest more, hands rolled her onto her back, pushed her into the mattress, laced through her own fingers and pinned them above her head. Instinctively, she raised her hips, the breath forced out of her as Ian's thick cock, slick with her cream, sank back into her quivering pussy in one long thrust. His mouth captured hers as he fucked her. His hard kisses were driving her crazy, sucking the other girl's tangy juices off her lips

"Ian," she gasped. "Oh God—"

"Fuck, you two are hot together," a girl's voice floated above her. "You're really taking everything he has to give."

Oh no, she wasn't. "Harder," Diana breathed. Ian groaned, slamming his hips into her. "More."

As she arched to meet Ian's driving thrusts, her head rolled back and to the side. Pleased hazel eyes met hers. Diana shuddered as Brendan's gaze traveled over her heaving chest, her firm full breasts, her puckered nipples begging to be pinched, and her soft thighs clasping his brother's waist, as her tingling pussy soaked Ian's cock with more juices. Two smooth female bodies snuggled on either side of Brendan, the brunette's skin brushing Diana's as she writhed under Ian's muscled body and struggled to get her hands free so she could touch him. He wasn't letting her move — she couldn't take much more... A moan left her mouth when she saw Brendan's large hand cup a pert breast, stroking a pouting brown nipple. God. Oh God, yes. It was all too hot to watch.

"Can I?" A teasing voice, a throaty girl's voice. Diana blinked. Red curls hung over Brendan's crotch. Expectant green eyes met hers. Full lips waited over Brendan's meaty erection. God, the girl was asking her permission to suck Brendan off, and he was just smiling at Diana and waiting for her answer. Ian's cock jerked inside her cunt and his thrusts slowed a fraction, his eyes focusing.

For a second, Diana couldn't say anything. She could only whimper, trying to buck her hips against Ian's unyielding body, because the air was saturated with sex and words were out of reach.

"Oh yeaahhh." It came out a long pleading groan. "Suck Brendan." Ian's hands tightened on hers, just as the girl's full lips opened around Brendan's engorged cock with a blissful expression.

"Mmmm," Brendan moaned delightedly, running his fingers through thick curls. His other hand explored the tanned curves nestled against him. "You do that so well, gorgeous."

This was...this was...too hot for words. Need rocked Diana's body. She knew exactly how that silky smooth, heavy cock felt between her lips, twitching under her tongue. How Brendan's creamy cum would taste when he flooded the girl's mouth with warmth. Her pussy clenched Ian's cock at the sight. Brendan's bright hazel eyes were fogged with lust as the girl's mouth moved over his cock, but when he caught Diana looking, he gave her a wink. She moaned softly, her whole body tightening.

"Good, Di. You're doing so well, sweetness," Brendan murmured. "Take Ian deeper, let him fuck you. Just give in."

Oh God, there was no way she could take Ian any deeper now. He was fucking her fully, bumping her cervix with every stroke just like his brother had that first time in the treehouse, but stronger, faster, his body hard and demanding and soaked with sweat. She squeezed his hands tightly. Her arms ached from being pinned above her head. But with every thrust, he ground against her mound. Pleasure swirled through her pussy, edged with discomfort, and as she relaxed under Ian's heavy body, whimpering into his mouth, the pain diffused into hot need, racing towards ecstasy.

"Let me touch you," she pleaded, squirming under his weight. She was going to go crazy if Ian didn't free her hands right now. But he just shook his head. "Fuck you, Ian!" Her own furious yell shocked her. Ian's eyes widened — with lust. She was barely aware of the soft sounds of pleasure right next to them. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

"I want to see you let go." Ian's growl was a world away from the teasing voice she knew — low, soft and intense. "I want to see you lose your shit, Diana. I want to see how much you can take."

Oh my God, she didn't recognize him, didn't recognize herself, but everything was realer than real and she had to know, too. She had to know how much they could all take.

"Do it for us, Di," Brendan urged, next to her.

She gripped Ian's cock as hard as she could, flexing her pussy around him, his animal grunts blocking out everything else. His face contorted with need. He hadn't been joking in the Jeep. This was beyond wild. Beyond anything she'd ever imagined.

Sound suddenly rushed in: Brendan's groans of enjoyment, familiar girlish moans and needy whimpers, and sudden sharp screams that startled Diana. It was her. Her voice. She was screaming. Oh jesus, she was so loud, filling the room, her shrieks bouncing off the walls, beyond any embarrassment, and with every hard thrust, Ian forced more sound out of her.

Her heels pressed Ian's back, trying to pull him in further. Her head rolled to the side. Hot lips on her throat took her over the edge. As Ian sucked on her sensitive neck, his face swam in front of her.

When Diana's eyes focused, shivers running through her body at the sight of the brunette's perfect heart-shaped ass rocking over Brendan's face, Ian let go of her hands. All she could do was wrap her arms around him, take him in, her cunt contracting with need around his thick cock, while he groaned and thrusted and came deep in her quivering pussy.

A broad body rolled off her. Diana lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her cheek on Ian's chest, resting against smooth skin and hair matted with sweat. Warm male fingers wrapped around hers — Brendan's. She heard the whispers of the girls, saw the last flickers of the candles, before her heavy eyelids closed.