“Di! We never see you around anymore.” His face lit up in the easy grin she remembered so well, dimples winking. Why did he have to use a nickname, like they were still friends? It made her ache inside, and she didn't want to feel anything close to an ache.
“Hi, Brendan,” she squeaked.
“Hiiiiiii, Brendan,” Ian murmured. Brendan just messed up his brother's hair with one hand.
“I told you to find us if you needed anything. You never have. We’re about to graduate.”
Did Brendan really have to talk to her? Her throat was dry now. At least with Ian, she could be annoyed. And silent.
“I haven’t needed anything,” she heard herself say. She fiddled with the tab on her Coke. Her eyes didn’t know where to look. “I’m doing pretty okay.”
“We saw you got the best sophomore grades again this quarter.” Brendan dimpled at her. He leaned a hand against the wall, next to Ian, who was tossing his Sprite from palm to palm. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. “I bet you’ll be valedictorian. You’ll be able to do whatever you want, Di.”
Whatever she wanted. So crazy, she couldn’t wrap her head around it. She wanted a lot. Heat flushed her cheeks.
“Does anything happen here that you don’t know about?” The words spilled out. Suddenly, she remembered Brendan as a kid, walking around like a sportscaster, interviewing everyone in the neighborhood and giving a play-by-play of their doings.
Ian’s low chuckle surprised her. He hadn’t opened his Sprite yet, and he was watching her. She felt as shaken up as the can. Flushing hotter, she turned back to Brendan, which was only a little safer.
Brendan’s smile broadened. “I like to know what’s going on. You're coming to the game tomorrow night, right, Di? It's big,” he went on, before she could say what game? “State championship. Woodside plays an incredible game, but I know we’ll pull through. You should see Ian’s jump shot. And afterwards—“
“No. “ She could only shake her head over and over. “No, I have to study. Uh, good luck.”
Brendan shrugged, then smiled again. “You too, Di.”
Gripping her Coke, she swerved around Ian, who was making a big show of cracking open his own drink and chugging it.
Brendan wrapped an arm around his brother, leaning close to whisper. Ian answered in the same tone. Hearing the twins’ overlapping murmurs, blending as seamlessly as they always had, almost brought Diana back to the vending machine. But she couldn’t blend with the twins anymore. Right?
She’d made it halfway up the stairs, wishing she could redo every word she’d said, when a confident “Hi guys!” rang through the hallway.
She had to peek. Just enough to see the gorgeous girl strolling up to the twins, beaming at them both, taking Ian’s Sprite out of his hand and pouting when she saw it was empty.
Diana recognized the cascading red curls, tall frame, and slim figure. Lauren Kalinowski. Ian’s girlfriend, or close enough. They were always pawing each other in the halls, and the rare times she had to walk past them, she did her best to unsee it all.
But she couldn't avoid hearing the loud, sloppy smacks and mmmmms that could only be an overdone kissfest. And she couldn't avoid glancing back down the stairs.
Ian had a casual arm draped over Lauren’s slim shoulders -- no surprise there. But Diana hadn't expected Brendan's hand on her back, too. As Lauren sauntered between the twins, hips swaying, the three of them headed through the doors to the field.
Before the doors closed, both twins looked over their shoulders. Two pairs of hazel eyes met Diana’s. Lauren, describing the crazy thing someone had said five minutes ago, didn’t notice.
The gaze held for a long minute before Diana, blushing furiously, hurried up the stairs.
She’d wondered then. Now, standing in front of the same vending machine, she wondered more. But why bother? The twins had made her shake with pleasure because they'd shared girls before and knew exactly which buttons to push. Probably too many times to remember. End of story.
But she didn't have to to steer clear of the gym from now on. When a herd of guys stampeded out of the locker room in front of her, she came to a full stop to appreciate the view. Then, opening her Coke, she took a long slurp, let the bubbles burst on her tongue, and walked through the doors to meet her unsuspecting friends.
*
At 10:30 that night, Diana was well into the same hot date she’d been enjoying for the past few nights — and most of her time in high school, if she was being honest: comfy in her bedroom, perched at her desk, with her books and papers for company. A few candles and mellow indie rock on her record player set the mood.
Her friends were busy meeting for a study session at someone else’s house, and she’d thought about going, but she always studied better alone. It was easier to focus. And right now, she needed that focus. Fantasizing about boys was the last thing she had time for.
Thankfully, she’d snapped back into the groove. She was calm, she was collected, and she was deep into calculus, working out one practice problem after another, absent-mindedly chewing on one of the oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies she’d baked that afternoon to give herself a break. A dozen more cookies were piled on a plate next to her. She knew she’d go through them all before she was done tonight, along with the giant mug of iced coffee next to her calc textbook. If she was lucky, she’d wrap up studying around 1 am.
A light knock at her window interrupted her scratching pencil. Must be the huge tree outside, whipping its branches against the glass. Ignoring it, she took off her glasses and leaned back in her wooden chair with her eyes closed. She arched her back to get the kinks out and rubbed her forehead.
Two more knocks. Was the tree really doing that? It wasn’t even windy outside.
Opening her eyes, she started when she saw the smiling face outside her window. A gorgeous male face with dimples showing. Her stomach lurched. One of the twins had climbed the tree and was looking right at her, expectantly, through the glass.
She couldn’t believe it. Brendan and Ian had climbed up to her window a few times when they were kids — she’d done it, too — but it had been a long, long time since anyone scaled those branches. She tried to keep her hand from shaking as she tugged the window open.
“Hey,” he whispered. Brendan. The cleft in his chin told her that, plus the friendly expression. “Can we come in?”
We. They were both outside. Oh, boy.
“I’m busy,” she managed.
“We just want to say hi. We know you’re studying so hard.”
Diana breathed in and out. Already, her thighs clenched together, just from seeing him and hearing his voice. Her nipples, suddenly hard, poked against her constraining bra. Her pussy ached unmistakably.
“Just for a minute. I still have a lot to do.”
Nervously, she took the screen off the window and set it by her desk. Brendan climbed in surprisingly easily, maneuvering his long body through the window. He leaned over her desk, looking at the pencil-scrawled papers.
“Calc with Mr. Bertell? I had him for Trig. He’s a good teacher.”
“He’s decent,” she managed. Outside, branches creaked. She could only imagine Ian swinging himself up through the tree.
“You’re going to ace your final.” Brendan grinned at her and dropped a hand on her shoulder. Her arm prickled from the touch. “I can tell.”
He moved behind her, finding her other shoulder and kneading out the knots with long, sure strokes. Sweat gathered under her arms, and her dress felt much too hot. The strawberry-printed cotton was practically asking to be peeled off.
“Well, thanks,” she murmured. She started as Ian’s bulk appeared in her window, her whole body tightening. He dropped to the floor, more gracefully than he had any right to, and rolled his eyes at the papers on her desk.
“You already got into Yale. Blow off your finals. Live it up for once.”
“Colleges still look at grades.” Her throat was dry now, and her voice sounded hoarse to her e
ars. If Brendan in her bedroom made her nervous, Ian sent her adrenaline into overdrive. And the two of them together… Jesus, her parents were right downstairs. Quickly, she put her glasses back on and started writing again, even though the stream of symbols coming out of her pencil was total gibberish. “And I like to do my best.”
“I like to do my best,” Ian imitated in a high voice, picking up a cookie and tossing it into his mouth whole.
“Shut up,” Diana mumbled automatically, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. Brendan hadn’t stopped massaging her back. He was really taking his time, and he was much too good at it. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she was. At least Ian was back to being Ian, instead of confusing her with hangover cures and breakfast. She could deal with bickering back and forth like little kids — just barely. “I’m trying to take a derivative.”
“I hear that’s illegal in most states.”
Diana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ian looked pleased. He scooped up a handful of papers from her desk and held them out the open window.
“Hate for you to get in trouble. How about I take care of these for you?”
“Only if you want your balls wrapped around your neck,” she snapped, too annoyed now to be nervous.
Brendan chuckled softly behind her. He was still rubbing her shoulders, his fingers slipping under the collar of her shirt now and then to tease her bare skin. She sucked in her breath.
“That’s more like it.” Grinning, Ian tossed the papers back on her desk and loped around the room. His gaze swept the stacks of LPs next to her record player. “Poser.”
“I like records.” Her stomach lurched as Brendan’s hands moved up her neck to tangle in her hair.
“You’re living in the past.” Ian had already moved on to her dresser. He picked up the framed photos of Diana with her friends and inspected them. “Do you see these people? Or do you all sit alone in your bedrooms and study all night?”
“Ian, stop touching my stuff.” He’d done this when they were little kids too, Diana remembered with growing irritation. He’d gone through her things when the twins came over, teasing her about them, until she’d informed him that he wasn’t allowed in her room anymore and driven the message home with a bucket of water balanced on her door.
Instead, he hooked one finger around a hot pink thong lying on her armchair and held it in the air. “Cute.”
She tried to get up, but Brendan’s hands were firm and soothing on her shoulders. Not holding her down — she knew if she really tried, she could stand up — but God, his touch felt good. She just wouldn’t let Ian see that he was getting to her. He tossed the panties back on the chair.
“Now where’s that dildo?”
“I’ll never tell you.”
Her face was scarlet now. As she tensed, Brendan’s palms moved down her back, then up again, loosening the kinks in her muscles, making her breasts tingle, her stomach knot with excitement.
God — yes, her thighs clenched when he brushed her hair off her neck and rubbed his thumb intimately over her exposed skin. Seeing Ian strolling around her room, examining and fondling everything she owned, all sleek muscles and smug masculine confidence, wasn’t helping.
Before she could stop herself, she sighed and leaned back into Brendan’s hands.
“That’s it,” he said gently. “Relax. Take a break.”
“I need to study,” she whispered.
“You will.”
“You have a lot to learn, baby.” Ian was rooting through her drawers now. “And it doesn’t all come out of a book.”
“Get out of there,” she hissed. But he’d already opened her underwear drawer, pawing through the tiny colored panties, the generous lacy bras, the garter belt that she’d bought out of curiosity and worn as the world’s best-kept secret under her knee-length dresses.
“Goddamn, you have a lot of sexy underwear for such a shy little girl. Found it!” He held up the purple dildo, which looked obscene in his hand, and grinned evilly at her. “Why don’t you give us a show?”
“No way.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. Brendan’s hands sent shivers down her spine, and it was all she could do to keep from thrusting her breasts toward his palms and begging him to release them from her tight bra. Ian’s hazel eyes, raking her body, sent waves of hot and cold over her from top to bottom.
“Why?” Ian crossed to her, planted his palms on her desk, and leaned over, right in her face. “Are you scared, baby? Scared you’ll like it too much? That the good girl will turn into a hot little slut who just needs to come in front of us?”
Oh my God. She was starting to squirm in her wooden chair, rubbing her swollen pussy against the hard seat. Hearing Ian call her a slut was totally different than the taunts from all those years ago. She did like it. She liked it a lot. And yes, that scared her.
“We’ll help you,” Brendan murmured. A moan escaped Diana’s mouth as he kissed her neck and sucked lightly on her flushed skin. As he sucked harder, his fingers deftly worked the top button at the back of her dress through its buttonhole. Another button, and another…
Lust was taking over her body. She wanted to let her eyes slide closed, but she made herself keep them open.
“No,” she said.
“No?”
Brendan’s hands paused at the fourth button. Ian, still leaning over her, blinked. It was satisfying to see his startled expression. Probably the first time a girl had ever told him no.
“I don’t need anyone’s help.” Her face had to be redder than ever, and embarrassed as she was, her body felt even more hot and aroused. She forced herself to look Ian in the eye, trying to sear through him with her gaze the way he was doing to her. “I’ll do this myself.”
Brendan let go, stepping back. She couldn’t see his expression, but she felt a lot more exposed without his hands on her and his presence at her back. She stared up at Ian’s challenging face, one eyebrow raised, his grin mocking her.
Defiantly, she reached back and undid the fourth button, then the fifth, drawing it out and telling her hands not to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brendan walk around to lean against her desk, his eyes moving over her appreciatively.
Undressing herself in front of the twins was nothing like letting them unlace her swimsuit while she was half-drunk, or waking up already naked in bed with them. She felt incredibly exposed as the back of her dress gaped open. Slowly, she slipped the sleeves down her arms, revealing her red and white polka-dotted bra. Her creamy cleavage spilled over the top, creating a deep valley between her oversized breasts. At least, she’d always considered them oversized, but the look of hunger on Ian’s face and aroused enjoyment on Brendan’s face sent hot prickles of need through her full globes and right to her nipples.
Both twins leaned back against her desk now, their eyes traveling over her body and taking in every inch of exposed skin. Without their hands on her, their eyes burned her soft flesh everywhere they moved.
Her cheeks were crimson again, heat and embarrassment flushing her face, but she slowly reached behind her back, grasped the hook and eye fastening, and undid her bra. Oh — it felt so good to expose her heavy breasts. Cool air soothed her hard nipples, puckered with excitement.
She could feel both twins’ gazes like fingers, caressing her needy swells, and shuddered with arousal. Ian’s eyes darkened with lust when he saw that shudder. He fisted his hands and pushed them in his pockets. Oh God — he was trying to keep his hands off her. Brendan’s eyes were half-closed, a little smile playing over his lips as he watched her undress. He looked — proud. Approving.
Letting her bra dangle from one finger, she handed it to him. He dimpled, flashing white teeth, and laid it on her desk.
When her eyes met Ian’s, he licked his lips — slowly, deliberately. Diana could practically feel his determined tongue snaking over her tight buds and heavy breasts, slithering a path between her thighs to where he’d lapped up her juices on Sunday morning and sent her into s
pasm after quaking spasm.
A breeze from the open window, sending the candles flickering, tightened her nipples even more. Both twins’ eyes were riveted to the rosy buds. Her hands trembling a little, she took off her glasses and set them on top of her calculus homework. Her legs barely supported her as she stood to let her dress fall over her rounded hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of the bright puddled fabric, she lay down on her bed.
As turned on as she was, Diana couldn’t bear to take her tiny red panties off yet. The two pairs of hazel eyes staring at her body were making her squirm and gasp, without being touched. She wanted to close her eyes for courage, but she couldn’t look away from the twins’ intent gazes. At least her bedroom was dim, with just the candles throwing light and shadows over her body. She let one hand slide from her collarbone down over her full breasts. Oh — yes — that felt so good. Her other hand came up to join it, exploring her warm curves. Yes…squeezing, massaging, pinching, and rubbing her breasts was so much hotter with an audience.
Muffled TV sounds floated up the stairs and through her closed door, and she prayed her parents wouldn’t come up to find their daughter writhing on her bed, fondling her own voluptuous breasts, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her swollen clit against her soaked panties, all under the eager gazes of the boys next door.
And as she looked down at her own body, her hand tracing a trail over her smooth belly and teasing just inside her red bikini panties, she knew what she needed. Ian was standing right in front of her at the foot of the bed, candlelight flickering over his face, his eyes locked on her body.
“Take my panties off,” she panted, lifting her hips toward him.
“What do you say?” Ian asked with a sly smile. She didn’t smile back.
“I say, take my panties off, Ian.”
His face lit up in surprise. Without further ado, he hooked both thumbs into her panties and yanked them off in one hard pull, raising her ass and almost tumbling her backwards. The movement forced a gasp of excitement out of her. Then he grabbed the dildo from the desk and pushed it into her hand.
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