The Boys Next Door: An MFM Menage Romance

by Miranda Silver

  “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.

  “Yes…”

  The pressure spreading open her pussy eased up, and his gentle soothing caresses on her swollen bud contrasted with Ian’s strong fingers filling 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…” She was going to come, pushed over the edge by them both. Her pussy was so aroused, so sensitive to Ian’s 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.”

  Sensations swirled through her body, peaking in 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.”

  “So good, Di.” Brendan nuzzled her neck. “Keep coming, sweetness.”

  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 rasped. “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 weren’t still unbelievably turned on, her pussy tingling and begging to be filled again.

  “Like this.” Ian’s fingers wrapped around her hand, moving her palm over his cock rhythmically. “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 murmured. Ian’s breathing was coming faster on her other side, and he moved her hand more firmly over his meaty penis. But Brendan didn’t seem to be in any rush. He caressed her hair, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “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, 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.” Brendan stroked her hair with a comforting hand. “It’ll get easier, Di.” 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 tightness 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 lifted her hips, trying to match Ian’s movements. Trying to fuck him back. Meeting him now on every thrust, the intense sensations 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 slowly until he collapsed on top of her, his cheek pressed against hers.

  Ian withdrew 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 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.

  Chapter Two

  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 curvy breasts and ass; letting someone’s muscled leg part hers.

  Sweet Jesus. Where were her clothes? Could she sneak out and do a dash of sham
e 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 for cover and an unidentified twin fast asleep beside her.

  No. Yes. She clenched her thighs together, trying not to squirm. This was real. She, Diana Cooper, certified shy girl who’d worked her ass off to get into Yale, who was two weeks away from her high school graduation, and who’d never had the nerve to live out any of her wild fantasies before yesterday, 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 at the sudden twinge in her head. 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.