“I think they're done with high school girls,” she spluttered. “They’re all busy with college and stuff. Basketball. And I heard they've taken a vow of celibacy. You know, to perform better on the court. They told me themselves.”
“That would be such a tragedy.”
“Hey, is everything true about Ian?” Marissa turned towards her. “I remember when he spray-painted the principal’s car pink. I heard the basketball coach pulled all kinds of strings to keep him from getting expelled.”
“I heard he hooked up with someone else’s girlfriend at a party, and when his own girlfriend found them, he convinced her to join in.”
“Well, I heard the only reason he graduated is that Brendan did his homework.”
“Is it all true, Diana?”
Probably. She tried to catch her breath. “You can’t believe everything you hear,” she murmured.
Before anyone could say anything else about the twins, Diana rolled over. And over again, a few times, until she was on the other side of the yard, nice and quiet. Leaves rustled overhead. Grass whispered by her ear.
Someone was stretching out next to her, she realized, almost close enough to touch. Tilting her head to the side, she focused on a pair of dark eyes. Boy eyes.
“Alex?” she asked. “Alex Noriega. You’re lying next to me in the grass.”
“Yep. I am.” He smiled at her like the two of them lying on Marissa’s lawn together was the most normal thing in the world.
Diana blinked at him a few times. What was she remembering about him? Oh, yes. He'd checked out her breasts in AP World History last week, and she'd stared him down. He hadn't looked too embarrassed either -- just a little. And then she’d fantasized about him in the school bathroom right afterwards, licking her throbbing pussy before the twins took his place.
Other than that little episode? He'd been in a lot of her classes. He'd dated her friend Lin junior year. And she'd never really gotten to know him, because how much had she let herself get to know most people in high school?
Alex was saying something. A monologue about the vastness of the universe and the intensity of the stars and blah blah blah…she let it wash over her until he ended on a question.
“Sorry?” She glanced his way. Alex was just cute enough that a couple of weeks ago, she would have had trouble meeting his eyes. Now, it didn’t seem difficult.
“I was saying, we’ve had all these classes together the past four years, but I feel like I’ve never really gotten to know you. You’re pretty unapproachable, you know?”
“I am?” Diana rolled her head all the way towards him, startled. Unapproachable? No, she was shy. She was the one who had trouble approaching people. Alex’s comment struck her as funny. Hysterical, actually. “You’re lying right next to me in the grass.” She was giggling again, her whole body shaking. “Because I’m soooo unapproachable. Guys have all kinds of trouble approaching me, you know?”
She could feel the twins’ hands all over her, massaging her bare skin, slipping between her—
Wait. That was an actual hand. Alex had wrapped his fingers around hers. Okay. That was nice. Warm and pleasant.
“I bet they do,” he whispered. “I know I have.”
He leaned toward her. What? Lips — on hers. He was kissing her. Half-laughing, half-surprised, her mouth opened, and his tongue slipped in.
Oh God. Excitement rushed down her body, pointing straight between her legs. This was what she’d been afraid of. She could barely handle the twins. Alex Noriega did not need to complicate things, and — oh shit, he was brushing her dark bangs off her forehead, nibbling her lips, cupping her cheek, and all she wanted to do was pull him on top of her.
She put one hand on his chest and pushed him back a few inches.
“I should go,” she whispered, laughing in little gulps. This was so crazy. “I’m not, uh, I’m not really in any condition to do this.”
“Then let me take you home.”
“No, no, I’m okay. I have a ride,” Diana hiccuped. Alex was still leaning over her like he expected to kiss her again. “I just want to, uh, focus on school right now.”
He peered at her. “We’re done with school, Diana. We’re graduating tomorrow.”
“Well, college.” She dissolved into giggles again. Alex was laughing too, shaking his head. She managed to get up. “I’ll see you around tomorrow.”
*
A sliver of moonlight shone into Diana’s open bedroom window, filtered through the branches of the huge old tree outside. She’d gone to bed an hour ago, after she’d raided the dark kitchen for chips, salsa, and a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough, but she was still lying awake.
Pleasant relaxation lingered through her body, but sleep hadn’t come. Her graduation cap and gown, hanging on her closet door for tomorrow, kept pulling her attention. Her folded speech rustled on her desk. Her book could only distract her so much. Throwing it down, she tiptoed to her underwear drawer and quietly took out her dildo.
Though the night was warm, a breeze cooled her room. Her window screen still leaned against the wall, next to her desk. After the twins had caught her by surprise a week ago, swinging their way up the tree, she hadn’t bothered to put the screen back on. It was nice to sleep with the window open every night, enjoying the wind on her skin, no barrier between her and the world outside.
She decided to keep her nightgown on — short, silky, purple, and the kind of lingerie she’d bought in the hope that someone besides her would see it, someday.
Kicking off the covers and curling up in bed, she slipped one hand in the lacy cups to fondle her generous uptilted breasts. Recently, she’d been stroking and squeezing her breasts a lot more when she masturbated, now that she knew how good someone else’s hands felt on them. Two someones.
She was already aroused, and the dildo slipped easily into her juice-slicked pussy. Shivers of excitement tightened her body, but she didn’t feel any rush towards orgasm.
Life looked wide open. She felt wide open, for the first time, and it felt so good. And she wanted to come, stroking her clit in teasing little circles, but she was so sleepy now… As she drifted in and out of soft darkness, her hand dropped to her side, still wrapped around the dildo.
A scraping sound made her start awake. A sudden dark shape blocked the moonlight. Someone was climbing into her room.
“You shouldn’t leave the window open at night, Diana,” whispered a low, familiar voice. A voice that belonged to only two people. “You don’t know who’s going to come in.”
She recognized the silhouette of the profile against the window. One of the twins, his muscular body outlined in the faint moonlight. Alone.
“Brendan?” she whispered. “Ian?”
He didn’t answer, just walked the two steps to her bed. Diana reached for him, only half-awake. Her palms found the soft cotton of his t-shirt, sliding over faded letters on the front. She couldn’t help burying her sleepy face in the well-worn fabric, breathing in the same clean detergent scent she remembered from the O’Brians’ sheets.
Was this happening? Blinking, she pressed her cheek against a solid chest. Powerful arms circled her tightly. A firm bulge pressed against her thigh through his boxers.
When she lifted her head, hot lips met hers. Hands closed gently over her breasts.
“Wake up, baby,” that low male voice said in her ear.
“Wait,” she whispered around the tongue flicking hers. He just pulled back, tugged his t-shirt over his head, and teased her mouth again until she melted into the kiss.
One hand left her heavy breast, sliding down over her nightgown. His palm, slipping over the fabric, sent shivers through Diana’s body. Her nipples were so hard now, rubbing against the lace cups.
She was breathing faster, wanting the warmth of his hands around her firm globes, and she shuddered with frustration when he just kept teasing her belly, rubbing the slight curve of softness that was so different from his own rippling abs, warm and alive un
der her fingers.
She could barely see his face in the shadows. How could she not know which twin was in her bed? But the palm caressing her belly through her nightgown didn’t tell her anything, except that she was starting to need his touch more and more.
“Look—“ She broke off when he eased both her breasts out of their cups.
A firm tongue met her large nipple, sucking the sensitive bud until she grabbed his hair, pulling harder than she normally would have for Brendan, but every bit as hard as she would for Ian.
He just laughed softly. Dammit, she’d heard both of them chuckle that way — knowing, quiet, like they knew a secret no one else did.
His hand roamed over her silky nightgown again, finding its way under the hem and up her creamy thighs. When he finally cupped her bare mound, stroking the dark curls between her legs, her breath caught. Fingers slipped between her lush lips, finding her wetness. Her legs spread of their own accord, giving him more access to her body. Another hand wrapped around hers, finding the dildo. He took it out of her grasp.
“You’ve been touching yourself, baby,” he whispered. She wriggled as he spread her juices firmly over every crevice of soft flesh. Nothing about his voice gave her a clue about which twin was exploring her pussy with thick fingers. His tone wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t reassuring. It was just low and very aroused.
Who are you, she wanted to whisper, but how could she? They had to be so sick of being asked that, both of them. Even if they used it to their advantage.
She ran her hands over his sleek shoulders, squeezing their bulk, trying to find some clue, and gasped when the dildo probed her warmth. It felt so different for someone else to be using it on her. So much more personal. The round end pressed against her pussy, meeting soft resistance. She wriggled as he worked the tip in and out, just barely.
Oh — she couldn’t stand it — her hand slipped down over her smooth stomach to stroke her own swollen clit. A soft male groan met her ears. Half-closed eyes, barely visible in the darkness, watched their hands stroking her pussy together.
His gaze sent a shudder of arousal through Diana’s body. A rush of juices from her pussy slicked the dildo, and it penetrated her easily, opening her eager cunt. A large palm cupped her mound, holding the dildo firmly in place.
“Please,” she whispered, her palms finding his muscled chest. Her thumbs stroked tiny hard nipples. He twitched under her hands, but it didn’t give anything away. Pressing her face into his hard shoulder, she licked salty skin, and he moaned.
Did the twins taste different? God, she should have been paying attention. All she could say was that they both tasted musky and male and intense.
Fingers were playing gently in her wet folds, tickling her aroused pussy as it stretched around the dildo. Another hand cupped her chin, lifting her face. Lips sucked softly on hers. A warm tongue snaked sensuously in and out of her mouth. Brendan, she thought, wriggling against his touch. Has to be.
As his hand slid to her back, massaging her muscles deeply, her thighs slipped open, spreading her pussy wide to his sure fingers. She was about to whisper Brendan’s name when a sudden pinch on her clit made her jump. Digging her fingers into the broad back under her hands, she stifled her cry of excitement in her pillow. The dildo swiftly penetrated her pussy, stretching her tightness and massaging her insides firmly as it twisted in and out. No, Ian. But—
Diana wriggled under his touch, moaning as he fucked her with her own toy. Just as quickly, his free hand slipped inside her nightgown to cup her tender breast. His thumb and finger softly rolled her nipple, caressing her so understandingly that she shuddered with hot need.
“Tell me,” she panted. “Tell me who you are.”
No response. A warm male mouth met hers again, and she pulled away from the hot soft tongue she wanted to suck on — so badly — and bit his shoulder. He grunted, driving the dildo deeper into her soaked pussy and squeezing her ripe breast hard.
She buried a squeal in his neck. Oh God, Ian. Definitely Ian. But when her hand dove inside his boxers to wrap around his velvet cock and grip the thick shaft, the “Oh, baby, yeah” he let out, on a long delighted sigh, sounded exactly like Brendan.
Her breath was coming faster, panting. Her pussy pulsed around the firm rod as he handled her dildo. Her hips bucked up against the large hand pleasuring her. Fingers wrapped around her own hand, pulling it away from his back and pushing it between her legs. What—
Suddenly, she realized: he was molding her hand over her pussy to take the place of his.
He moved over her, stripping off his boxers. The faint moonlight outlined his cock — thick and so hard. Then his hand was back between her legs. The dildo was held in place deep inside her cunt, her juices were being rubbed all over her dripping pussy, firm touch glided downward over her soaked and sensitive skin —
Shocked pleasure tightened her full cunt. A large finger had slipped between the soft curves of her ass to tease the rosebud nestled there. She wasn’t a stranger to that kind of touch — she’d tried stroking her own ass recently out of curiosity while masturbating, and had been amazed by just how good it felt and how hard she came — but she grabbed his wrist. It took all her self-control.
“Not until I know who you are.”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes,” she whispered fiercely. “It matters.”
But he just shook his head. Oh God, she was so close to coming, but she couldn’t come, not yet, not when she had no idea which twin was driving her crazy with lust and need. Her fingers still gripped his wrist. His other hand still caressed her tender pussy. She could barely see the masculine face above hers, eyes half-closed and fixed on her. All she could hear was his breathing, getting faster, and her own breathing, which was turning into panting.
“Tell me,” she whispered desperately, furious with herself that she couldn’t guess and furious with him for making her do it. “Tell me,” she begged, kissing him hard and trying to suck the answer out of him. “Tell me.”
She squeezed his cock, rubbing his slippery fluid over the satiny head, sliding her hand down to cradle his soft hanging balls. But all she got was a low grunt of pure desire.
With a deft twist, he freed his wrist from her grip. The dildo was pulled from her clinging pussy. Thumbs pulled apart her soaked lips with tantalizing slowness, separating her lush folds. Bluntness pressed against her opening, poised to fill her.
Diana grasped the muscled hips above her, straining to keep his meaty cock from sinking into her cunt. Jesus, she wanted to feel him so badly —
“I have to know,” she panted.
He just rocked slightly, his head easing the tiniest bit further inside her pussy with each movement. She squeezed his hips hard, trying to hold him in place.
Tension coiled through his long body. In the faint moonlight, his eyes were narrow. His handsome face contracted into total need. And he wasn’t looking away from her face.
“Ian,” she whispered, breaking into a smile. She loosened her hold, urging his hips toward her.
His face relaxed into a surprised answering smile. “You got it,” he whispered. As she opened her legs, his thick cock surged suddenly into her pussy.
Silky fabric slid over her skin as her nightgown was pulled upwards. Diana grasped the hem, tugging it the rest of the way over her head, and gasped when Ian’s hand slid to her rounded ass, cupping her supple cheek firmly and angling her naked body against his.
His cock sank deeper into her tight cunt. Winding her arms and legs around the hard body on top of hers, she squeezed as hard as she could, and he groaned into her neck.
“Ian— oh God—“
She was about to demand an explanation, but he was sucking her soft skin now, increasing the pressure, scraping her neck with his teeth. It was so hot and so uncomfortable at the same time. And she was so horny, and she’d been so horny all night, and she needed Ian inside her so badly… She squirmed, pinned underneath him.
“Ooh—“
she cried out softly, trying to keep her voice down. “Ow, Ian.”
He pulled back, and the next second his warm tongue soothed her neck, licking a teasing trail over her throat. Diana arched her back instinctively, exposing her neck to his busy lips and tongue.
She felt so vulnerable suddenly, wrapped in Ian’s arms, his cock spearing her deeply, while she trusted him to use his mouth gently on her neck and throat. Her pussy spasmed around him, bathing his shaft in steamy heat and wetness. Juices trickled out around the base of his cock, soaking her ass.
“Fuck, Diana,” Ian whispered.
When he ran his tongue over her collarbone, Diana shuddered and buried a moan in his shoulder. His cock massaged her tingling cunt as he slowly fucked her. On an impulse, she licked his neck in return, peppering the slope with tiny bites. His skin tasted warm and salty, like a hot summer night, and she just wanted more and more in her mouth, sucking harder and harder…
Oh yes. He liked that. His low moans made it obvious. God, she was so close. Her crotch was all liquid heat, melting around the hard rod moving sensuously inside her warm pussy.
His thrusts were getting longer now. And the sounds she was hearing were her own voice, whimpering. She lifted her hips desperately, trying to rise up to meet him, but Ian just kept fucking her and fucking her. Sharp pleasure radiated through her soaked pussy and out to her quivering thighs. When his tongue sank into her mouth again, she gasped, raking her fingers down his broad sweaty back.
“Oh, yeah,” Ian hissed, moving faster now. “Take me, baby. Take it all.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him tightly. His breath was hot on her neck. All Diana could do was dig her nails into his skin, panting with him as he released jet after jet of cum into her tingling pussy.
Too soon, he withdrew his slick cock and sat up, his eyes roving over her naked curves. Dazed and aroused, still on the edge of coming, she looked up at him imploringly. Her whole body vibrated with need.
“Ian,” she moaned softly, reaching for him.
“What is it, baby?” Knowing fingers found her large nipple.
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