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, 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 louder 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 that 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 spread fire wherever he touched.
She pulled back from his thrusting tongue, gasping for breath. Ian 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. 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 squeezed instinctively 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 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 silhouetted in the light from the lanterns. 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, 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 penetrate your tight little virgin pussy and fuck you again and again. Hard. 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 unlacing 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 fell open. How much had they planned this? What the hell was going on? Honestly, they were all a little drunk—
But Brendan was already heaving himself out of the pool and 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 at the back of the yard. Someone was running a hand over her ass. God, she could barely see, and she was completely naked, trying not to stumble, clinging to both their hands now, 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 up wooden bars nailed to a wide 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 called 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 onto a soft pile of — blankets? Shock washed over her body. They really had planned this!
Before she could react, there were warm hands everywhere, two large male bodies on either side of her, naked and hot and muscled. Hungry 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 almost-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 wa
s 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 ever could have guessed, 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, 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 Brendan’s touch would slide into her swollen cleft. 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,” Brendan whispered.
“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 folds with firm, assured strokes. Then she gasped at a sudden fullness. The fullness eased up for a second, only to be replaced again, stronger, bigger, sharper. 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.
The Boys Next Door: An MFM Menage Romance Page 3