“It doesn’t have to be sexual,” Becca said, her voice sounded breathless even in her own ears. “It’s not like you’re touching me under the bikini. Just over it.”
“I think we can manage that,” Far murmured. He leaned forward to cup Becca’s left breast in his hand and began to stroke her firmly. Through the soft fur, she could feel the heat of his hand clearly.
Truth took a cue from his brother but instead of touching her other breast, his large, warm hand came to rest between her legs.
Becca gasped as she felt his heat envelope her.
“So soft,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “So soft and so hot.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Becca whispered, pressing against his palm. “I…I like it too.”
“And how does it feel inside?” Truth’s deep voice was a growl of pure lust. “Softer? Hotter…wetter?”
“Maybe,” Becca whispered, unable to help herself. Though she tried to stop it, she could feel herself being pulled toward the two men. Was it really the partial bond between them working on her? Or was it just that she wanted them both so much it was impossible to resist?
Part of her knew she was doing exactly what she shouldn’t be doing—exactly what she had been fighting against. But being between her men with their hands on her body was an intoxicating experience. She felt drunk on the pleasure of their gentle caresses. Drunk and in danger of losing all her inhibitions.
“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered aloud. “Why can’t I resist you two even when I know I should?”
“Maybe you don’t want to,” Far offered.
“Maybe you need exactly what we need,” Truth added. He pulled her closer and slipped one big warm hand into the white triangle of fur that covered her pussy. “Are you wet, Rebecca? Are you getting your pussy honey all over these little fur panties?”
“I…I don’t know…” Becca moaned. Truth’s big hand cupping her pussy felt so good, so right, that she could barely think.
“Is her little cunt all hot and wet, Brother?” Far asked, his deep voice filled with desire. He slipped his hand into the cup of Becca’s bra and began to idly tease her nipple. “Why don’t you part her pussy lips and slip your fingers deep in her folds to find out?”
“Maybe I will,” the dark twin growled. Two long fingers spread Becca’s swollen outer lips gently and she gasped as she felt another slip into her heated inner cunt. Mother of God it felt so good but if she didn’t stop, she was going to lose control of the situation completely.
“Wait a minute,” she protested breathlessly as Truth began to circle the throbbing button of her clit with his fingertip. “Wait, please. I…don’t want to do this. Don’t want to lose control.”
“Very well.” Truth and Far exchanged a glance and the dark twin reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slipped his hand out of her panties while the light twin stopped touching her breasts.
“How do you want to do this, Becca?” Far asked. “Or do you want to do it at all?”
Becca took a deep breath. “I do want to try and locate the cache but it’s really hard to think—really hard to concentrate when you’re both touching me like that.”
“All right.” Truth’s voice was frustrated but restrained. “What do you suggest?”
“Maybe Becca should be in control this time,” Far suggested.
Truth frowned. “What do you mean, Brother?”
“Well, we’re always the ones touching her. Maybe it would be good to let her do the touching for a change,” Far suggested. He looked at Becca. “Would you like that, mi’now?”
Becca felt a powerful surge of lust. The idea of making her men lie back while she took control had never occurred to her before. But now that Far had planted it in her mind, she could think of nothing else.
“I…I think that would be good. More than good,” she admitted. “And maybe while I touch the two of you, you can both be concentrating on the cache.”
“Sounds good to me.” Far lay back on the leaf and blanket pallet and put his hands behind his head. The pose stretched out the muscles in his bare chest and put his tight abs on display in a way that was distractingly sexy. “Well, Brother?” he asked, looking across at Truth.
The dark twin looked like he might object for a moment but then he simply nodded and lay down on the other side of the bed, beside his brother.
“Very well,” he growled, adopting the same casually sexy pose as Far. “Let’s do it this way, then.”
“Good.” Becca sat there for a moment on her knees before them, feeling both shy and powerful at the same time. She liked the idea that two such huge, muscular warriors were lying open to her, ready to allow her to do anything she wanted. It was strangely hot to have them submit to her and it was clear that both men were more than a little turned on as well. The hard ridge of flesh which she saw in each set of sleep trousers attested to that.
“Well, Rebecca?” Truth drawled, looking up at her from half-lowered lids. “What are you going to do?”
“I…give me a minute. I’m thinking.” Involuntarily, her eyes were drawn to the thick outline of his cock…and then to his brother’s. Suddenly she had an idea of what she wanted to do.
“Becca?” Far asked as she scooted up to sit between them. “What are you going to—”
“Shh,” Becca murmured, reaching down to caress the light twin’s hardness through his silky sleep pants with one hand. With the other, she touched Truth’s muscular arm lightly to be certain her touch was pleasurable and not painful—she didn’t want either of them getting a shock because she was touching them separately. Far moaned and jumped slightly but held still for the intimate caress.
Beside him Truth watched with half-lidded eyes.
“Does it feel good, Brother?” he growled softly. “Having our lady’s hand on you? Feeling her stroke your shaft?”
“You know that it does,” Far murmured. “I can feel you enjoying my pleasure through our bond.”
“You were right, you know,” Truth said. “The bond does double the pleasure.”
“And what happens when I do this?” Becca asked, reaching for the dark twin’s shaft.
Truth sucked in a breath and groaned softly as she captured his rigid cock through the material of his sleep trousers.
“Gods, your hand is so soft, Rebecca.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it—both of you.” Still feeling powerful and in control, Becca lifted her chin. “I want you to keep holding still, boys—I’m going to up the game.”
Before they could ask any questions, she slid down Far’s trousers, baring the thick ridge of his cock. The light twin groaned as she captured his bare shaft in her hand. She looked over at Truth.
“Can you feel that too?”
“Gods, yes!” His lean hips bucked up, his own cock straining against the fabric covering it, just as though he was feeling Becca’s hand on his rigid shaft.
Becca was intrigued. It occurred to her that their Twin bond hadn’t formed that long ago and they were still exploring the limits of it—something they really couldn’t adequately do without her. A little voice in her head was telling her she ought to stop—that they were going too far—but she pushed it away. For once she was tired of feeling guilty and wrong and scared. She just wanted to enjoy her men and that was what she intended to do.
“I want to try something,” she murmured, looking at them. “Truth, close your eyes and promise not to look.”
“What do you have in mind?” the dark twin growled.
“Just close them,” Becca demanded imperiously.
Grumbling a little, he obeyed.
“Good. Now…” She leaned over Far, letting her long curls brush his pale skin until he shivered with the sensation. With his long, wild blond hair spread over the pillow and his black eyes half-lidded with lust she thought the light twin was one of the most sensuous sights she’d ever seen.
Pushing all guilt from her mind, she laid a light kiss on the
broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock. Far bit back a moan…and so did Truth though she was only touching his arm now.
“Did you feel that, Truth?” she asked curiously. “No, don’t open your eyes—just tell me.”
“I felt something soft and hot and wet against the head of my cock,” he growled. “Was that your mouth, Rebecca? Are you kissing Far’s shaft?”
“Feel again and see for yourself,” Becca murmured. She kissed Far again, this time enveloping the flaring crown of his cock in a deeper kiss. He had a warm, spicy scent she recognized as half of the delicious warm smell the two of them always seemed to make together. When she swirled her tongue around his head, he groaned and his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Gods, mi’now,” he gasped hoarsely. “What are you doing?”
“Testing your bond,” Becca murmured. She looked over at Truth who still had his eyes tightly closed. “Can you feel it, Truth?”
“Felt like a soft, hot tongue sliding over my cock,” he groaned. “Is that what you’re doing to my brother, Rebecca? Tonguing him?”
“You could say that.” Becca licked at Far again, lapping away a small droplet of precum and rolling it over her tongue. It tasted delicious—salty and hot—but it made her wonder what the two of them would taste like together. Suddenly she had another idea.
“Truth,” she murmured. “You keep asking me if I want to break our bond…or take it to the next level.”
“Yes? And?” he growled.
“Well, I was just wondering…are you willing to take it there?” Becca asked. “I mean, you were very against it before. The idea of merging your shaft with Far’s really seemed to put you off.”
“I…” Truth opened his eyes and looked at her uncertainly. “Some feelings die hard. Though I know the contact between Far and myself would not be sexual, the idea of touching my shaft to that of another male is still…foreign.”
“But what if I was touching both of you at the same time?” Becca murmured. “What about that?”
Far raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you asking us to do, mi’now?”
“Just a little experiment,” Becca said innocently. A part of her realized that she was going way out of bounds now—going far past anything she ought to do. But somehow she didn’t care anymore. Being with her men—and being in control of the situation—was intoxicating in the best way.
“What kind of experiment?” Truth asked suspiciously.
“Get up on your knees. I’ll show you. But first take off those trousers.”
Far obeyed without comment but Truth looked at her for a long time. Then, slowly, he stripped off his own trousers and knelt before her completely naked.
“Good,” Becca murmured. Damn, the two of them were a sight. Far with his long blond hair and Truth with his short black military cut—both of them looking so different and yet so similar. Two hard, muscular nude bodies—their broad shoulders, washboard abs and narrow hips leading down to two long thick cocks, both standing at attention. Becca couldn’t get over the sight of all that smooth tan skin—her handsome men waiting on their knees just for her. It made her feel incredibly powerful…and extremely adventurous.
“Now what?” Truth growled as she was admiring them.
“Now get closer.” She made a “scoot in” gesture with both hands as though she was trying to get them in the same photograph.
Far and Truth obliged her, getting close and even closer until their bare hips brushed. But the leaf pallet under their knees was unstable. The light twin overbalanced and would have fallen if he hadn’t thrown an arm around his brother’s broad shoulders to keep upright. They all froze for a moment and Becca held her breath. Had they ever touched each other like this before—so intimately—without her between them? She didn’t think so. How would the dark twin take it?
At last Far looked at his twin.
“For balance?” he said, making the words a question as he gestured to the arm around his brother.
Finally Truth nodded. “All right.” He put an arm around Far as well and Becca felt like they could all breathe again.
“Good. That’s good,” she murmured.
“It does feel good. It feels…right,” Far said softly.
“More than I thought it would,” Truth murmured. He turned to look at Becca. “Well?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse. “What now?”
Becca took a deep breath. “Now I want you to get even closer. Angle your hips towards each other so you’re almost touching.”
“We are already touching,” Truth protested.
“No, Brother,” Far said quietly. “I think she means our shafts.”
For a moment the dark twin looked like he wanted to protest.
“I said almost touching,” Becca hurriedly reminded him. “Not completely—almost.”
“Very well,” Truth muttered at last. He looked at his twin. “All right with you, Brother?”’
“I have no problem with it,” Far said, angling his body towards his twin. “Nothing we do will be sexual until Becca is between us. You know that, Brother.”
“I know. It just feels…strange. That’s all,” Truth said, mirroring his brother’s actions.
“Strange but not wrong,” Far murmured. “Look, Brother. Look down and see.”
Reluctantly, Becca thought, the dark twin allowed his eyes to drift south of his navel. He and Far were close now—very close. Enough so that both their erect shafts were pointing towards each other and the broad, plum-shaped heads of their cocks were almost—but not quite—touching.
“Tell me,” Truth said hoarsely, still looking down at their bare shafts so close they were almost brushing. “Tell me how it would be if we melded together to enter our lady.”
“It doesn’t happen spontaneously,” Far said. “We would both have to want it—it would be a conscious decision to become one to pleasure Becca.”
“And if we made the decision…how would we proceed?” Truth asked, his voice sounding slightly strangled.
Far shrugged. “We’d simply press our shafts fully together for a moment. That’s all it takes for them to become one and then we could enter Becca together and fill her completely.”
“I…see,” Truth said.
Becca saw too and she couldn’t help thinking that the sight of the two hard bodies so close together was amazingly erotic. Enough that she wanted to do something about it.
“You guys are gorgeous,” she murmured softly. Reaching out, she took their shafts, one in each hand. They were thick enough that she had trouble wrapping her fingers around them but somehow she managed.
Far gasped and Truth drew in a ragged breath.
“Gods, Rebecca, what are you going to do?”
“Just touch you,” Becca said softly. “Just touch both of you together.”
Slowly she slid her hands down to the base of both thick shafts, then back up again in a long, firm stroke that made both her men groan.
“Does it feel good, boys?” she asked, doing it again. “Do you like it when I touch you both together?”
“Gods, mi’now, it’s amazing,” Far breathed.
“It is…incredibly pleasurable,” Truth admitted thickly.
“And it’s about to get even better,” Becca promised him. She bent down so that she was eye-level with both hard shafts. Very deliberately, she kissed the crown of Truth’s shaft…and then Far’s…and then Truth’s again.
Both men groaned as they watched her and Becca thought she had never felt so sexual—so free.
“Now boys,” she said softly, looking up at them. “I’m going to bring you a little closer together. I want to taste you both at the same time and I can’t do that if you’re too far apart.”
“I do not mind,” Far said quietly. He looked at his twin. “Do you, Brother?”
Truth hesitated for a long moment. Then he shook his head. “Do as you wish, Rebecca.”
“Good.” Leaning down again, she stroked the two hard shafts once more, coaxing a bead of precu
m to the tip of each one. Then, slowly, she pressed both flaring crowns together in an intimate kiss.
Far held still for the operation but Truth took in a jagged breath and Becca felt his entire body stiffen at the forbidden contact. But though he tensed, he made no move to pull away.
“Good,” she murmured, feeling a surge of pride at how far the dark twin had come. “That’s really good. Now I can taste you together.”
Opening her mouth, she traced the place the two of them were joined with the tip of her tongue. The feel of both hot shafts stroking across her tongue as well as the delicious taste of their mingled precum gave Becca a surge of desire. God, she loved them both so much! And touching them this way—touching them together—somehow seemed so right.
“Gods, Rebecca,” Truth groaned raggedly. “I had no idea seeing you taste us both at the same time could be so fucking hot.”
“It’s amazing,” Far agreed hoarsely. “I love the feel of the three of us together, all touching at once.”
Becca loved it too. She knew she ought to feel wrong and perverted but somehow she didn’t—she couldn’t. Giving pleasure to both her men at the same time seemed like the most natural thing in the world. The only thing that could be more natural would be opening herself to them and letting them bond fully with her.
But I can’t do that…can I? I can’t just give up everything and let myself bond with them completely and permanently.
Yet, what would she really be giving up? Nothing but fear and shame. And Becca was tired of being afraid and ashamed—really tired.
Stroking both thick shafts, she redoubled her efforts, licking first one head and then the other, pressing them together so that she could try to take both broad crowns in her mouth at once.
Truth and Far murmured their love and appreciation and pressed closer obligingly so that Becca could lick and suck them more easily.
She felt their big, warm hands on her body, heard their deep voices as they murmured how much they loved her, how beautiful she was to bring them together in this way. And she thought that she had never felt more free or beautiful or loved.
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