by J. L. Beck
The littlest of pulses in his cock. His balls trembling as they slapped against me. The rush that was going through them.
Finally, the heat that escaped. It rushed into me, with all of its glory. It was soothing on top of the intensity of everything else.
It filled me. It lingered. It was literally the cream on top of something that was already so fantastic.
"Fuck. You're worth risking everything for, babe," Logan managed to whisper into my ear.
"You done?" Joel intervened, still stroking his hardness. "I don't want to break up your embrace, but just watching this has given me the worst case of blue balls."
"I wouldn't want my dear brother to suffer." With some effort, Logan managed to withdraw from me.
Me? I was a panting mess from one of them, and I still had one hard, throbbing cock that I had to take care of. It was daunting, but with how great the first time felt, I was sure I could find the energy for a second.
I pulled myself up. I struggled, my limbs weak from bliss. I could feel Logan's seed start to leak out of me.
For a moment, I thought of the implications of that.
No, I wouldn't let anything ruin this moment. I wanted more. I had to have more. The two men who I’d dreamed of for years wanted me, and I wanted to be everything they wanted in return. I was going to be their slut, putting all my energy not into worrying, but into pleasing them the best that I could.
Crawling onto the back of the seat, I offered myself to Joel. "Take me, just like your brother did. You said I'm both of your long-time crushes, too, huh?"
They shared a look at one another, with Joel raising an eyebrow toward his brother.
I didn't need to ask him twice, though. He was quick to take me, his warm, powerful arms right behind me, that fur on his chest rubbing against my back. He was going to take my pussy from behind me, and I felt the throbbing head of his cock lingering right outside of my slit.
My lips parted for him so easily, and it was sloppy seconds. There was already more than enough lubrication back there, with how wet his brother had already made me, and along with the warmth he had deposited there.
He didn't need to take it easy on me. He picked up the pace there and built it swiftly and with dedication. It wasn't long before the steady sound of his balls slapping against me were echoing rhythmically through the apartment.
The spikes of delight were quickly returning, too. I was surprised how much my body yearned for more of this, the adrenaline pushing me further when I should have passed out long ago. I gripped the edge of the sofa, and Joel gripped my hips, and we embraced the need for one another.
Lightning was shooting through me, and it only grew stronger by the moment. I was free to sing out my delights for him.
Even as this happened, Logan was watching. He brought his cum-covered cock toward me on the other side of the sofa and offered it to me. I greedily took it and cleaned him off completely, savoring the sinful flavor that came with all of this, licking my lips even when he was completely clean of the mess we had made together.
He knew, though, that I had to let it out. I couldn't be silenced from enjoying his brother’s cock, him plowing himself deeper inside of me. My body was already so sensitive from two orgasms, and I was already looking for another.
Rocking through my body, I was ready to scream out. I fought it, if only for a bit.
It was then that the brothers unleashed what I would learn was their secret weapon on me.
Rubbing my nub, even through all the chaos that was our tryst. It was enough to make the good great, and the great... well, something better than great.
I screamed out for him, so loud that I was briefly worried about arising suspicion from neighbors but quickly realized I was enjoying it far too much to care.
Much like his brother, I was feeling all of him. All of his raw, naked cock inside me, its need pulsing through, feeling it inject me full of that heat, that warmth, that sweet, sweet cum. I couldn't help but notice the huge smile that was on my face from it and how it only felt as if it was growing wider.
So warm, so wonderful. I wanted this every single time. Damn the consequences. Damn what I should and shouldn't do.
I just relished it for as long as I could.
Joel wrapped his arms around me, his chest pressed against my back, and he too enjoyed me to the absolute fullest.
This time, there was no rush to let someone else have a turn. This time, I could just rest in his arms. He laid me down on the sofa, holding me tightly, and showed me the joys of spooning. Blissful, serene, God, I wanted to fall asleep like this every night.
Logan slunk down onto the couch beside us. He embraced me, too, making me a Tate sandwich between them.
I didn't think all of this could possibly get better, but somehow it did.
We were all sweaty messes, breathing deeply. I was leaking a cocktail of both of their seed. I should have been worried about that. I really should have.
Maybe it was akin to a drug high clouding my thoughts. I didn't care, though. Whatever it was, I could deal with it later. This entered my life out of seemingly nowhere, and I wanted to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.
No one was going to ruin this. Not Logan, Not Joel.
Not Jeremy.
***
Aches. All over.
Yet they were somehow blissful. Through the night, their grasps had loosened on me. It was probably for the best. If I got up because I really had to pee or something, it would be a pain to pry myself out of their death grip.
Naked, I stumbled through the house to the bathroom to do the former of those two things. After doing my business, I had a good look at myself in the mirror. I was a total and utter mess, and I oddly liked it. I laughed a bit, before my mind finally settled down from the chaos, the high of the night before.
The sex with the twins. The passion.
The complete lack of condoms.
I worried for a time. I thought about if I was safe or not, but I didn't really even take any solace in that. A guy's seed was persistent as hell and would wait to strike if it had to.
Why were they so reckless? I doubted I needed to sit them down and tell them about the birds and the bees. If they were virgins before last night, I was the Queen of England.
The entire ache in my body, though? Well, it made it all seem worth it. God that was the reckless teenager thing that I wanted to do when I went to college.
One wonderful, blissful night that could have over eighteen years of consequences. For a time, I wondered how the twins would be as fathers. Would they both be the father? They weren't identical. I'd be able to tell...wouldn't I? They were still brothers. They were close, though, so maybe they would?
My head was spinning, and I slapped myself for even thinking that far. Having unprotected sex once didn’t mean instantly pregnant. That's just a scare tactic they sometimes used. There were countless people trying to get pregnant and they couldn’t, so why did I think I was so fertile that it would happen instantly?
I shook my head of it. That was just a fling. A one-time thing. They were showing me a college experience.
Opening the bathroom door, I was going to go back to get my clothes and fall asleep in the bed Jeremy had so kindly prepared for me before I even showed up.
Jeremy.
His bedroom door was cracked open. I was sure it wasn't earlier. I peeked in and gasped at seeing him there.
Facedown on his bed, still wearing his jacket and shoes.
Did–did he see what we did?
I swallowed, closing the door and trying to think of how to explain my insanity. I collected my clothes and got dressed, taking a deep breath.
Whatever I did, I’d better start kissing up to him. Be a good sister.
No longer buck naked, I returned to his room. I pulled his jacket off him and took his shoes off, too, urging him to lie on the bed in a more proper way. You know, head on the pillow instead of half your body dangling helplessly.
"I–I dun
't wanna go to school, Mam..." He was mumbling incoherently as I guided him down.
He really was out of it. I sniffed his breath. No, he wasn't ludicrously drunk.
"I said I don't want any!" He sat up straight suddenly, blabbering something else, surprising me so much that I jumped back. His eyes were wide open, then kinda lowered again. He looked my way. "Tate? What are you doing here?"
"You invited me to stay with you, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"I came in yesterday. You weren't home. You had your friends let me in."
"Oh yeah," he murmured.
I was gauging his reactions. Was he really so out of it when he came home that he didn't notice the mountain of humanity that was his two best friends and his little sister in a naked pile with one another? He would have said something about that if he’d noticed, wouldn't he? It wasn't exactly something you saw every day.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, really. I just had super long hours at the office. They wanted me to do some overtime."
"When did you get back?"
"What day is it?" He was looking around for a calendar.
"Yeah, you should just get some sleep. Everything is fine," I said with the biggest liar's smile I could manage. "Really, I'm thankful, and now I'm just worried you're working too hard."
"I put in my lumps early in, I might be able to retire by thirty-five."
"Or you'll be dead by then. Either way, I guess your workload decreases?"
He smiled, looking my way. "It's nice to see you again, Tate. Been too long."
"Missed you too, Jeremy."
"My home is your home when you’re here. I just want you to take care of yourself, and if you have any problems, you let me know."
"Problems?"
"Like any boys trying to take advantage of you."
I blinked, looking away. "Um, why would any boy take advantage of me?"
"Tate, I'm not far removed from being a teenager or a student, and with friends like Joel and Logan, I know all too well how horny and out of control they can be."
Yeah. How horny and out of control they can be. I guess I learned that first-hand.
"Don't let assholes like that take advantage of you. I can't be there to protect you from everything with this job, but I want you to be a strong, independent woman. Mom's always wanted that for you."
"Are you trying to tell me not to date anyone still?"
He paused for a time. "I'd rather you not, but I can't stop that. Just make sure if you do do something, do it with one guy you really love and you think there's a future with. It's supposed to be special."
"Uh huh."
"Really, I see the twins pull so much shit on girls, it's not funny. Makes me question my friendship with them."
Other girls? Was I just one of many? Was I played? "Then why are you friends with them?"
"I dunno. Maybe I'm convinced they’re good guys at the end of the day. You gotta have some heart to run into burning buildings for a living."
All I could do was shake my head. It wasn't something I really should be sharing with him now, if ever. "Take it easy, bro. Get some rest. Joel made some of Mrs. Pierce's pizza. I'll make sure there's a few slices waiting for you in the morning."
He laughed. "That sounds good. You too. You look exhausted yourself, like you're drenched in sweat."
"Well, um, you know how it is. Travel and all that." I didn't even know what I was suggesting. That plane was freezing cold.
Luckily, I didn't need to go on. He fell back and was already out like a light and snoring.
As I left the room, I thought about his words. Was I really just one of many? A notch in the belt? Would they want anything else to do with me?
It wasn't as if I was a random girl. I'd known them for years.
I wondered what the future would hold for us.
And I wondered what Jeremy's opinion of that future would be.
Chapter Four
LOGAN
It's a bit of a shock waking up naked in your best friend's apartment. More so when your naked brother is snoring a few feet away from you.
I looked at a mirror that was hanging over a dresser, seeing if Jeremy had done anything dickish like...well, drawing dicks on me.
Nope.
It wasn't that I was blacked out or hungover. I remembered the night before vividly and almost all too well. Fuck, that was a night I wasn't ever going to forget.
Yeah, I'd been around the block a few times. No girl did the things to me that Tate did. Shit, I never lost control of myself like that. I was disciplined. I was an expert of holding my load and depositing it somewhere where it could cause no trouble.
Tate, though? There was a drive there. It made me do things. Instinctual things. I knew this girl. She was beautiful. Like, everything in my body told me one thing.
I wanted her to bear my children.
Fuck, that was crazy talk. I needed a shrink if I was legitimately thinking that.
I gathered up my clothes and kicked Joel in the ribs.
This was our traditional way of waking one another.
"What the fuck's your problem?"
"It's the morning, and your naked ass is visible, and this is Jeremy's pad, not ours."
He grumbled, turning over. "I fell asleep with something soft in my arms and it's not there."
"Tate took off in the middle of the night."
"Ah yeah." He pulled himself up and copied me in dressing himself in a way you're usually supposed to be when visiting a friend's apartment.
He plopped himself on the sofa right to the side of me, both of us still dreary from our long rest.
"Jesus, what on earth did we do last night?" I said, hoping my brother would have thought of answers where I didn't.
"We fucked Tate."
"Yeah, we did, but why did we do that?"
"Because we're hormonal horndogs who can't keep it in our pants?"
"You know that's not what I mean. I'm the one who made you admit you thought she was hot as fuck."
"Then what do you mean?"
Was he not aware? Was my brother dense and stupid?
Nah. He was just groggy. "Well, let's put it this way, we keep doing that, we're going to need books of baby names."
He squinted at me, but slowly yet surely, all the pieces came together for him. "Fuck, I didn't pull out?"
"I didn't either. The heat of the moment, man. She's something special."
He heaved a breath, falling back onto the sofa. "Yeah, she is."
"We're also reckless as fuck. What was stopping Jeremy from walking in on us fucking his sister?"
Joel puffed his cheeks, his own anxiety rising from all this. "Fuck, you're right. He flipped out when he walked in on us taking some rando girl. Gave us this big ol' speech about respect for women and all that. Now imagine that night but with Tate."
I grunted. "We can't let him know, dude. He's a good friend and all, but..."
"Are you suggesting we don't repeat last night?"
"Well, no. That's not an option."
Joel took a deep breath. "We have to be careful. This is crossing a line. We can't control our lust for her. I don't think we can get Jeremy on board. I doubt Tate wants us fighting one another. So being careful is priority one."
"Yeah, yeah, I get you." I shook my head. It didn't feel right. Jeremy never did us wrong. In some ways, he was a brother to Joel and me.
Which, in a way, made Tate our sister.
Yet that wouldn't stop me. It wouldn't stop Joel.
Joel stood up, stretching himself out. "Man, I think I gotta do adult stuff today. The not-fun kind. Bills and whatever."
"What, you don't trust me to do them?"
"Hell no."
We shared a laugh.
Joel finished putting on his shoes and straightened up the place. "Talk to you later, bro."
"Ditto." We nodded our acknowledgments at one another, and he headed out the door.
Me? I
had no real pressing drive to do anything. I got to the bare minimum dressed and sort of lurked around.
I heard a shower. Was Jeremy back?
No, that wasn't his shower.
It was Tate's.
A smile came to my face, imagining her naked and surrounded by steam, running her hands all over her body.
I probably needed to get clean, too, but hygiene wasn't what I was thinking of.
Looming at her door, I thought for a moment if it'd be rude to just bust in.
Given what we had done the night before, though? Well, walking in on her in the shower was pretty much a lot lower on the list of my sins.
Entering, I could hear her humming as she showered. I never expected her to have such a beautiful voice on top of it all, but I didn't need her voice to get my dick hard.
Playing the scene out before in my head, I stripped back down before walking into the bathroom proper. The shower was one of those opaque glass things, all fogged up. She might have not even noticed me entering.
The surprise on her face made it a definite.
"Logan?" she whispered my way.
"Heard you in here. I couldn't resist."
"This isn't the..."
I silenced her with a finger on her lips, then I kissed her, and she immediately melted into it.
I ran my hands down her back, feeling that sumptuous skin of hers. The hot water raining down on us might as well not have been there, because all that mattered at that moment was us.
Pressing her against the wall, I wasted no time. My cock was already rock hard for her, throbbing with need. Girls didn't do that to me. It wasn't that I was impotent or something dumb like that, but I needed more than seeing a girl naked to really be raring to go.
Tate, though? Seeing her bare body was enough. It robbed me of reason and fueled me only with desire and primal instincts.
Kissing her lips, her neck, her chests, her breasts, I wanted to devour her. Savor her. Take it all.
Right now, though, I wasn't in the mood for making love. I was in the mood for fucking.
I lifted her up. Spread her legs. Pinned her against the wall. She was trembling in my arms, and I knew that was need from her.