by Ivy Fox
“What the fuck is Carter doing?” Drew asks, over my shoulder. Damn it. I was licking my lips at the sight of Freya’s legs, I didn’t even hear him sneak up on me. Drew is the ultimate bonekiller. When he’s around the ladies, you wouldn’t think it though. He’s got more lover-boy talent in his little finger than I have in my whole body. But in the presence of Freya, he becomes a total moody prick. It’s too easy to rattle his cage, but in my own prickish tendencies I enjoy to see him squirm.
“Playing with his food?!” I reply and give him my most sarcastic grin.
“My brother is a pussy,” he grunts out.
“I think the better term is pussy whipped,” I add teasingly but turn my attention, yet again, to my twin. Carter is fawning all over Freya like a pet thrilled for its owner to finally be back home after a hard day of work. It’s almost sad to see. Especially as it could easily have been me acting the same way.
“He can’t handle having Freya so close and not interact with her.” I shrug, understanding perfectly Carter’s enchanted state.
“Tyler made it clear we shouldn’t entertain any hospitality towards her,” Drew bites out, unimpressed. Moody fucker.
“Guess Carter prefers to give him the bird and abandon that plan altogether.” I deadpan.
“Well, end that shit. I don’t want to have to listen to them giggling away like school girls. I want her wrapped up in tears, not fucking giddiness.” I roll my eyes like the school girls Drew is apparently irked by.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll shut it down, but your attitude is a downer, Drew. I’d tell you to get laid to lighten up your spirits, but a little bird told me you couldn’t quite perform last time you were offered free pussy.” Drew lifts his brow at me in puzzlement, and I almost laugh in his face for being this clueless.
“Skanks have big mouths, bro. I thought you were going to take the girls from our little get together the other night to Mason and Ty’s, but apparently, you took their asses home,” I explain.
“I wasn’t feeling it,” he says, blowing me off. I don’t miss the small glance he steals of Freya and Carter, before retreating away from me. His last eyeful of our Princess was at the exact moment Carter laced his fingers through hers and led her to the pool. She looks up at my twin as if he just hung the moon and stars for her. The twinkle in both their eyes is un-fucking-missable, even from where we’re standing. Instead of letting Drew sulk some more, I can’t let him leave without one final bite from me. Since I’m going to have to put a stop to Carter’s happiness, I’m not feeling very brotherly.
“Oh, I know, Brother. I know exactly why you weren’t feeling it. My money is on you not feeling it for a while. The next three weeks perhaps?”
Drew’s reply is his back turned to me and his middle finger in the air.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I whisper under my breath. Unfortunately, Drew won’t be the only man in the house with blue balls. No fucking way can I even think about touching another girl right now. Freya is too alive in my mind to betray her that way. She probably wouldn’t care if I fucked my way through Hills High yearbook, but I’m the one who couldn’t stomach it. Not when the only girl I ever loved is so close. She doesn’t deserve my loyalty, but she fucking has it in anyway. Especially if Paris is on the horizon for me. Even if unbeknownst to her, this might be the last time I will ever suffer for love.
Chapter 8
Freya
As I’m sitting on the living room couch, watching TV with Carter’s arm over my shoulder, I find myself biting my lip, trying hard to keep the jubilant smile from overtaking my whole face. Spending time with Carter has been a dream that I don’t want to wake up from anytime soon. He’s everything I remember him to be and so much more.
We didn’t do anything special other than having a lazy day by the pool, but we talked like we hadn’t in years. It felt so natural, our banter, I almost forgot the way he treated me the day I arrived at their doorstep. I lacked the courage to call him out on his poor behavior since he was doing his best to compensate me for it. I can’t say the same for the other Perry boys, but I’m glad none of them spoiled this beautiful day. We swam, we laughed, we joked, never once mentioning the elephant in the room. Well, maybe two elephants, since I’m sure he might be curious as to why I pulled away from them all, just as I’m curious as to why they’re treating me so vilely.
“You want some popcorn, Princess?” he asks, looking at me so adoringly I bite my inner cheek harder to keep me in check. I just shake my head and glance over at the TV screen, not really paying attention to any of its contents. The way Carter looks at me makes my insides melt into liquid honey. Before, he always looked at me like this. So did the others. But I was a child back then and never thought much of it. Now, if I wasn’t careful, I might mistake his attentiveness for something more passionate. It’s a lovely concept to grab onto, even if I am just lying to myself. He’s just being kind, like the boy I grew up with. Nothing more. I much prefer to cling on the illusion of the contrary, than imagining he has been so much more to so many other girls. The truth only brings heartbreak.
“Well, isn’t this sweet,” Chaz coos, coming into the room. He falls into the small two-seater next to the couch, with a perfect view of Carter and I leaning against each other. I stiffen my back and straighten up, distancing me from Carter. Bereft from his heat, a small shiver trails its way down my arms. My body’s way of telling me it resents the space I’ve put between us.
“You cold Freya? Want me to get you a blanket or something?” Carter asks, ignoring his twin’s remark.
“I think Freya’s hot enough, bro. Don’t you?” Chaz answers for me, and I see Carter giving him the evil eye. I just shake my head and give Carter a meek smile, thanking him yet again for his thoughtfulness.
“What are you guys watching anyway?”
“Documentary about Vietnam’s poppy fields,” I reply.
“Snoozefest.” Carter exhales. He leans over to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and changes the channel to a movie, where the lead is on a high-speed chase getaway with a big-boobed blond sidekick.
“Much more like it.” Chaz smirks leaning back on his seat.
“We were watching that, asshole,” Carter states, unnerved by his brother’s take-no-prisoners attitude.
“You weren’t watching shit, Carter. Your eyes were fixed on Freya’s legs, not some lame-ass kingpin of a poppy field.” Chaz goads, and my cheeks redden with the idea that Carter could have been checking me out. Of course, that’s absurd, and he probably said it to unnerve me, but he has no idea just how much I would love it if Carter did look at me that way, and how much I would like it if Chaz looked at me that way too.
“Whatever,” Carter huffs out and crosses his arms over his glorious chest. The same chest that had been flaunting itself bare to me the whole day. My core tightens a bit with just the memory of his tanned, chiseled physique. I try my hardest to escape the fantasies that call my name and stare at the TV. Anything to take my mind off Carter’s bulky frame. Looking over to Chaz won’t do me any good either since he’s Carter’s mirror image and just as breathtakingly beautiful. As my eyes linger on the two actors on the screen, I establish my hormones will not be put aside. The lead actor, after ditching the cops at his rear with his driving ability, starts to French kiss the blond in the back seat. You can tell she’s fighting to open his belt buckle to free what she so desperately wants inside of her. My thighs clench imagining how quickly I would unbuckle that belt if it was me on the waist of either twin. My heartbeat pulses erratically as I watch the blond straddle the reckless driver, and when she starts moaning in delight, I just lose it.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate for us to watch together,” I stutter breathlessly.
“Why not? We’ve watched movies together before,” Chaz replies, his brow elevating to his forehead mischievously.
“Yes, but not this type of movie.” I insist.
“What’s wrong with this movie? It has fast ca
rs and fast women. Something both Carter and I like, so if you’re uncomfortable with it, seems to me you’re outvoted,” Chaz states. I look over at a perplexed Carter, and I know I’m not making sense to him. The scene before me is tamer than most movies out there, but watching it with the boys so close to me, is temptation smacking me in the face. My mind has a will of its own, and my imagination runs rampant. Images of me straddling both boys, bringing their heads to my breast so they can suck their way through my t-shirt, are playing on a loop. I’m too turned on, and explaining to the twins why I don’t want to watch this movie any longer is out of the question.
“Do you want us to go back to your room?” Carter asks innocently, but it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes to the back of my head with his proposal. Yeah, no way can I be in a room alone with Carter right now. This right here is uncomfortable, but hopefully manageable. Me and Carter in a room alone, when I’m this hot, not so much.
“No, Car. I’m fine right here,” I whisper, too aware of how my voice seems to be shaking with need.
“Well, then I guess you’re stuck watching this, ‘cause I’m not changing it,” Chaz says, adding to my discomfort.
“When did you become a real asshole, Chaz?” I reply angrily, unable to control myself.
“Right around the time you stopped talking to me. Now shut that pretty mouth of yours up and watch the fucking movie.” I scrunch my lips to stop me from saying another word. The movie keeps adding scene after scene of the couple going at it. When the blond, now showcasing a voluptuous pair of breasts, starts to simulate a blowjob, I squirm restlessly in my seat and avert my eyes. Unfortunately, they find Chaz’s examining stare.
“I bet you haven’t even sucked cock before. Probably never seen one your whole life,” he hushes towards me, making me squirm yet again with his accusation.
“For fuck’s sake, Chaz. Stop being such a dick.” Carter scolds.
“Why? Why should I? This is my house too, you know. So why the fuck shouldn’t I act the way I want to act?”
“You know why.” Carter reprimands.
“Because she’s here? Nah, I have a better idea,” Chaz says, leaning further into the couch and spreading his legs wide apart. And before I have time to process what he’s about to do, I see him gently stroking himself over his jean-clad crotch. My breathing fails me as I take each and every stroke in. I’m awfully close to miss the bulge growing under his masterful hand.
“Enough, Chaz! You’ve made your point, now quit the shit!” I hear Carter yell out beside me, but I’m too captivated with the show Chaz is putting on.
“I don’t think so, bro. I think Freya here likes it. Don’t you, Princess?” Chaz explains to his twin, with a sparkle in his eye. I’m not so brave to face Carter and deny Chaz’s claim. Mostly because I’m sure my crimson face is confirmation enough that Chaz isn’t too off the mark with his declaration.
“Freya?” I hear Carter say my name, with his own heat behind each pronounced syllable. My mouth is so dry that I lick my chapped lips, which gets me a panted “Princess” from his lips, only adding to my agony.
With a devilish grin drawn on his face, Chaz raises the stakes by lowering his pants a bit, and that’s when I realize he’s going commando. No boxers restraining his gorgeous and erected length from view. He takes his member in his hand and continues stroking it up and down slowly, never once taking his eyes off me. He was right. I have never seen a man’s stiff cock in all my life in living color. Sure, I’ve seen it on Tumblr, but none of them looked as tantalizing as Chaz’s.
“Now you’ve seen a cock, Princess,” he states triumphantly, reading my every thought. I lick my lips again, watching his engorged member getting thicker and thicker with every stroke. My own panties start to moisten just with this image before me. I should be outraged. I should run to my room and yell at Chaz all the way there. I should do a number of things. Yet, the only thing I end up doing is staying glued to my seat fixated on Chaz’s tempting ten inches.
“You like that princess?” Carter murmurs in my ear, and it’s the first time I register this is not one of my elaborate fantasies, but actually happening. My heart runs rapidly in my chest, and I press my thighs closer, hoping to create some sort of friction to ease the ache I’m getting from watching Chaz jerking off, and Carter breathing hard in my ear.
“You do like that don’t you, Princess?” Carter continues, and I feel his fingers run through my hair lovingly.
“Instead of Chaz’s hand, imagine it’s yours leading him to the brink,” Carter says, igniting an even bigger flame. An uncontained whimper leaves my lips.
“Your perfect, small hand struggling to wrap itself around him,” he continues, and my breathing picks up speed.
“Now think how it would feel to lick him? How he would taste at the back of your throat?” Carter swoons, and now my eyes do roll to the back of my head. My brow feels damp, as does the little spot between my breasts. Every time I breathe in, my t-shirt scratches itself over my bikini top, caressing my sensitive nipples, bringing with it a whole other torturous effect on me.
“Fuck, Carter, I’m going to blow my load if you say shit like that,” Chaz grunts, also slowing down the pace. I see him adding pressure to the tip.
“Stop being a pussy. You started this, now you’re finishing it. Our princess here is loving the show,” Carter throws back, as he continues to caress my face, tenderly, like lovers do. While Chaz is wild and aggressive with his performance, Carter is showing me nothing but care, containing his light touch to only my face and hair.
“Maybe it’s time we got one too.” Chaz pants out. His words alone make him leak pre-cum on the head of his cock, which makes both of us moan at the same time.
“What?” I blurt out after the minute it took me to acknowledge what he’s insinuating.
“It’s only fair, Princess,” Carter hushes in my ear soothingly.
“Chaz showed you his, now you show him yours.”
“I…I…” I’m lost for words, not believing in what I’m hearing.
“Come on now, Princess. Do you want me to stop?” Chaz tallies on.
I really, really don’t. Actually, what I wanted was to crawl my way to him and put his flesh in my mouth, to establish for myself if it was as velvety and smooth as it looked. But I’m frozen solid in my seat, with my legs shaking frenziedly.
“No one is looking at you but us. Be brave, Freya,” Carter sings, this time not resisting in biting my earlobe. A heatwave encases my body with his titillating gesture, and my panties are no longer moist but unashamedly wet. I fear the safety of the couch beneath me.
“Don’t be shy and show us what you do at night, all by your lonesome.” Chaz beckons with a teasing voice, but it doesn’t dissuade me. I’m still too enraptured with the strumming of his hard flesh up and down, looking hungry for my mouth to take him in.
Call it a moment of weakness. Call it my sanity finally giving in. Call it whatever you want, but when I lift up my skirt and tease my panties to the side, I feel more alive than I have been in ages. I hear Carter’s breathing halt, as I exceed their expectations by pushing one finger inside me. My eyes beg to roll to the back of my head for the third time this evening, but I don’t want to miss one second of what Chaz is giving me. Carter falls to his knees on the floor in front of me, his own ocean-blue eyes glazed with lust. I feel his strong hands grasping my ankles, and I moan in contentment at this connection.
“Show us, Princess. Show us your greedy little pussy,” Chaz whisper yells.
And I do. I pull my damp panties down to my knees and let Carter pull the rest to the floor, feeling the back of his knuckles caress my bare skin all the way down. Once the undergarment is out of the way, he spreads my thighs wider, exposing my core to them. I move my sight from a grinning Chaz to lock on Carter’s bedazzled and stunned expression. Carter licks his lips as if he’s starving for a taste of me. Without any of my previous inhibitions, I remove the finger that was in me and raise it
to his mouth. Like a needy puppy, he laps on it. He shuts his eyelids, relishing and sucking my finger as if he lived all his life in the desert and this is his first taste of water.
“How does she taste, Car? Chaz asks huskily.
“Sweet. So fucking sweet,” Carter pants out, as his own hand travels down between his thighs. He pulls down his basketball shorts only to emerge with his own gloriously engorged cock in his hands. I moan at the sight and quickly return my hand to my quivering folds.
“Show us more, Princess. Give in and show us how you cum,” Carter grunts, as he strokes himself faster and faster, no longer cool and collected. Unable to keep still in his seat Chaz crawls to kneel beside his brother. Each one pleasuring themselves in their own way, while I stare into their full hands, frantically sweeping my own alongside my clit. I put two fingers in me, this time imagining the twins are both inside, and I yell out in pleasure. The room smells of sweat and sex, and I don’t think I would ever get tired of it. This is years of pent-up frustration and desire, so when my orgasm hits me so quickly, I’m not at all surprised by it.
“Oh fuck!” Chaz cries, as he spills his seed on his hands, making my orgasm hit me in tidal waves.
“Oh, God. Yes!” I cry out loudly, one hand still inside my core while the other strokes my clit relentlessly, prolonging one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Oh, Jesus!” Carter bellows, cumming on his fingers and igniting yet another orgasm to its brink. Two orgasms brought on by the two men kneeling before me. They continue fixated on my pussy as I tremble with the aftershock of what just happened. My whole body is spent beyond measure, and it’s hard to keep my lids from closing. Before I can utter a word, both boys take each of my hands and suck my fingers dry. I purr my appreciation and close my eyes, just feeling their warm tongues lick each finger.