by J. L. Beck
When he was done, he passed the pitcher back to me with a tight-lipped smile that said Get out of here, Sweet Cheeks. But, you see, I was a glutton for punishment, and had this desire deep down in my belly to get to know these two better.
The feelings of lust and desire they were giving me were almost overwhelming. Yet, I wanted them as the girl I was, the introvert with her virginity still intact. How was that even possible, being the person I was?
Pretend you’re her, the girl in the book.
My subconscious was a dirty little bitch sometimes and if anyone asked I would blame the things I was about to say on her.
“My mom has some old pieces of fence that need to be replaced and then painted. Do you think you guys would be up for the job?” If it gave me more time with them then maybe, maybe…
“Psh, the question is can you handle us, babe?” Luke taunted, lifting his eyebrows. My eyes roamed over his body once more, taking in the fact that he was wearing nothing more than a snug pair of blue jeans and work boots.
Men who looked this good shouldn’t be allowed to roam the Earth without at least a shirt on.
“Um, come over tomorrow at nine.” I bit my lip, a red blush creeping up my cheeks as I realized I had just ordered them to do something. Without thought, I turned on my heels and headed towards the gate to leave, my flip-flops slapping against the brick walkway they were working on.
“Hey now…” Logan exclaimed, his hand landing on my shoulder stopping me from going a step further. “How old are you?” He asked, his voice deep, husky, and alluring. I wanted to wrap myself up in his voice.
“Eighteen. Why?” I retorted out of curiosity, wanting to know exactly why my age was a factor in anything.
“Oh. No reason. We just wanted to make sure we could be home alone with you if your mom wasn’t there when we came tomorrow.” His hand fell from my shoulder and I felt the warmth leaving my body as it did. I was a virgin, a woman who had never felt true pleasure, but when he touched me, I could feel something, something deep. It bloomed in my chest and radiated down my body, settling into my core.
I licked my lips, “She has to work tomorrow, but I’ll let her know you’re coming over.”
“Good. Good.” He smiled, stepping away from me. My insides were burning, my body begging me to reach out and touch him again or let him touch me. Ignoring the feeling, I walked towards my own house, the pitcher of lemonade in hand. As soon as I made it into my own yard, my eyes cast a glare at the pitcher, in the very place where the twins had placed their lips. Lips that I wanted on me.
Fucking Christ. I was screwed.
“Nice boy’s aren’t they?” My mother’s voice startled me, causing me to jostling the pitcher, which in turn caused it to spill across my chest. Worst of all I was wearing a white t-shirt.
“Goodness gracious, Mom. Please let me know next time you’re going to pop up out of thin air.” I growled, angrily placing the pitcher on the patio table. Then I pulled my shirt offover my head, catching one of the twin’s faces looking over the fence and directly at me, a very shirtless me.
“I’ve been standing here for some time watching you eye my pitcher up like it cracked your Kindle screen or something.” I was aroused and embarrassed all at once. How the fuck did this happen? The twin ducked his head back behind the fence and I turned around to face my mom.
“Yeah, they’re nice boys… though they look to be more like men, but I suppose that’s my own opinion.” I picked the pitcher up off the table and handed it to her. She started at me for a moment before speaking in a hushed voice.
“Don’t you even think about starting something with them. They’re much older than you Isabella, and you don’t need your heart broken.” I rolled my eyes at her, knowing damn well anything she told me I couldn’t do, I would.
I’d take both of them. One in my mouth, and one in my cunt. Then, I would break their hearts.
Chapter Two
Logan
I had a hard on the moment she left, and that hard on only seemed to grow harder as I peeked over the fence catching a glimpse of Isabella in nothing but her bra, and short denim shorts.
“Fuck!” The word came out in a hiss as I stroked my cock, fisting it roughly in my hand, all while imagining Isabella’s tight cunt around it. If I thought about it long enough then maybe it would come true, right?
Shut up, she’s barely legal. The thought popped in my mind just as I found my release, hot cum sputtering out of me and against the shower wall. Tingles of pleasure went up and down my spine, and fire filled my belly as I continued to stroke my cock, ever so gently milking my release until there was nothing left.
“Stop beating off, and hurry the fuck up. We got to be at that chick’s house in ten minutes and if you aren’t in the truck and ready to go, I’m going to sink my cock into her virgin pussy before you do.” Luke teased.
I shut the water off and opened the shower curtain grabbing the towel off the vanity. I wrapped it around my mid-section and opened the bathroom door, anger now replacing the pleasure that was just consuming me seconds ago.
Only my twin brother could ruin a good hand job.
“First off, the job wouldn’t even be ours if it weren’t for me and two, how the fuck do you know she’s a virgin?” I was a ladies man and had slept with a lot of women but a virgin, or better yet a barely legal virgin, was something I had never tainted before. The mere word coming from his mouth was the only thing I could think about. I didn’t even care that he accused me of beating off, it’s not like it wasn’t true.
Luke smiled at me like he knew something I didn’t know. “Logan, Logan, Logan. My young Padawan, the fact that she’s eighteen and looks as if she would rather be buried in a book than stuck serving lemonade to two men next door just gives her away. That and she blushed as she was eyeing us up, any woman that’s been with a real man wouldn’t blush over two handsome studs like ourselves.” I couldn’t even stop myself if I tried from rolling my eyes. He must’ve thought I was either high or fucking dumb.
“Just because someone blushes when you talk to them doesn’t automatically make them a virgin. I fucked Lily down the block three weeks ago, and I can tell you right now she isn’t a virgin, not even close, and she blushes a fucking lot.” I finished walking away from him and into my bedroom while drying off, hoping he would take his stupid theory and shove it up his ass. Isabella was way too fucking beautiful to be that pure.
I pulled on my dark green Henley and stepped into a pair of worn blue jeans. Then I dried my hair, leaving it a disheveled mess and put on some deodorant and cologne. I wasn’t as vain as my brother Luke, who spent at least a half an hour staring at himself in the mirror daily.
“Hurry the fuck up beauty queen, we’re going to be late.” Luke hollered across the house just as I descended the stairs, and because of his comments about Isabella, I needed to make my motives about her clear to him. Sometimes we shared women, and I had no qualms about it, but if Isabella was as pure as Luke claimed her to be then she was mine, all fucking mine, and any chance of him fucking her before me was slim to none.
“I want to make it clear now, just so there isn’t any bad blood between us, if Isabella is as pure, and naïve as you claim her to be then she’s mine to take. You can have her after I take her but I won’t share Luke, not this time.” The words ripped from my throat fiercely. I didn’t even know why I was feeling these fucking emotions, especially when Luke was probably wrong.
Luke grinned at me, “I want her just as bad bro, but since you’re the more gentle of the two of us I’ll let you have her first, but after that, if she says ‘I want your cock, Luke,’ then I’m going to give her all eight throbbing inches of myself. Understand?” I couldn’t even help the smile that formed, nor could I hide it. When my brother and I fucked it was usually the same chick, once or twice. Neither of us had time for love, so when we did screw someone they knew the terms. That’s why if Isabella was a virgin getting her to agree to said terms would b
e hard, hell getting her to lower so virginal panties at all would be hard.
“Then come the come the fuck on asshole, let's go see the barely legal virgin.” I slipped my feet into my boots and laced them in record time. My body was humming by the time I made it out to the truck. Luke was driving today, and that was a good thing, because for some odd fucking reason I was all shaken up.
My palms were sweating, my stomach was churning, and if I was being completely honest, I wondered if she would even let me touch her. A roughed up construction worker with a less than stellar past that she didn’t know. If she was smart she wouldn’t.
“Don’t over-fucking-think it, bro. We’ve fucked girls like her before and you know she wants it. Did you see the way she stared at us? The way her pink tongue slipped out over her bottom lip? I could practically see every single fantasy she’s ever had, on her face. I can read her like a book. She’s ready for us.” Luke tried to convince me even though I didn’t really need much.
I was just worried about the feelings I was having towards her. Since the moment she showed up with that pitcher of lemonade, I wanted to get to know her and to kiss her and see if her body would melt into my touch.
When I looked into her hazel colored eyes there was a story that was begging to be told, a secret just for me and the desire to unravel her was consuming. I was thankful as fuck when she told me she was of legal age, and even more thankful I would get to see her again.
When we finally pulled up to the curb by her house I noticed her Mom’s car was gone, and for some sinister reason that made me want to jump for fucking joy. Would I get to touch her for the first time today? Would she taste as good as she looked? All these thoughts ran through mind at lightning speed.
I opened the truck door, my eyes zeroing in on Isabella through the big bay window that looked out on the street. My cock already growing hard at the mere thought of being in her presence again.
Luke was grinning from ear to ear as we walked up the walkway to the front door. He knew just how fucking hard for her I was and he was going to use it against me at every turn today.
“Hi…” Isabella greeted us at the door her voice almost meek, a spark of excitement forming in her eyes.
Yeah, baby, be excited, I’m about to rock your world.
“Hi, Isabella. Want to show us where we’re going to be working today?” Somehow I was able to string words together that didn’t include shuck the yoga pants and bend over for me.
She smiled and my heart exploded, her white teeth fully on display. Her skin was dark and you could tell it wasn’t a fake and bake kind of thing. She was naturally tan just like I was. My eyes raked over her face, her soft feminine features setting my body on fire. I made my way down her body, over her perky tits and slim, yet curvy waist stopping once I came to her sandal-covered feet.
“Umm, oh yeah. Follow me. I’ll show you.” She turned on her heels and released her hold on the door, allowing us to finally step inside. Luke was the first to cross the threshold, his eyes clearly on Isabella’s ass.
“It’s mine, fucker,” I growled under my breath catching up with him just as Isabella entered what seemed to be the kitchen.
“Not if I claim it first. I bet you her ass is a virgin if her pussy isn’t.” Luke boasted like he knew everything.
“What was that?’ She twisted back around her dark, almost black, hair flipping over her shoulder with the movement.
“Nothing, we were just admiring the beauty of the house.” Luke smiles, throwing a wink in my direction. Acid filled my veins as anger, an emotion I hadn’t really ever felt for my brother, started to build.
Isabella smiled, her eyes meeting mine. “I love this house. My mom and I have lived here since I was five. Everything you see done here she has done herself.” I admire the way she talks about her mother and I could tell right off the bat that the love she had for her was genuine.
“Then having us do this work for her will be a blessing, right?” I conceded. She tipped her chin up and down, before turning around and guiding us the rest of the way outside.
The temperature was already rising and hotter than it was ten minutes ago, so I knew it was going to be a warm one, and not just because I was in Isabella’s company.
Luke and I looked out onto the huge back yard. There was lush grass that covered the ground and a five-foot wooden fence that was in definite need of paint and attention that lined the property line. A small storage shed was situated off to the right side of the yard.
Focus, dude.
Any other day it would’ve been easy to focus on the task at hand, except for today or any day that Isabella was within ten feet of me. How the fuck was I supposed to operate a drill when all I could think about doing was drilling her.
“I’ll get the supplies from the truck. Do you want to walk the fence line and see what boards need to be replaced…?” I could hear Luke talking, but my eyes were glued on Isabella.
“Logan…?” Luke urged me onward with a shove to the shoulder as he slipped back into the house leaving Isabella and me alone at last. The way she was looking at me right now made me want to take her into the tiny little shed and do very bad things to her.
“Let me show you where the paint is.” As if on cue she started in the direction of the shed and I knew then we were both thinking the same damn thing. As soon as she opened the door and stepped inside I did so as well.
I wanted her, needed her, craved her fucking body, and I was going to touch and lick every single piece of her flesh one way or another.
“It’s right down here.” She bent over, giving me a full few of her ass. I scrubbed a hand down my face telling myself to take a deep breath. I needed to ease into this, not just possess her like a crazed man, at least not yet.
“If I’m reading you right…” I bent over her small frame my body pressing firmly against hers, my cock centered against her ass. “Then I think you’re attracted to me.” I panted in her ear, her sweet fucking virginal scent cascading over my senses. She smelt pure, like the whitest daisy in the garden untouched by the wind or rain, a flower that had yet to be picked.
She backed her ass up into my groin and my hands moved all on their own gripping her curvy hips tightly holding her in place.
“That’s because I am.” She purred, looking at me over her shoulder. My fingers sunk harder into her soft flesh as the image of me pounding deep into her pussy formed in my mind.
“Watch it, sweetheart. I’m a patient man, but with your pussy mere millimeters away hidden behind a scrap of fabric that could easily be ripped away, I wouldn’t push me much harder. That is unless you want fucked right here, right now?” I questioned, an eyebrow raised, as I nipped at the skin on the back of her neck. She melted into my touch, her soft moan of pleasure nearly making me cream in my jeans.
“What if I said yes?” The sound of her voice and the words she said caused something to snap inside me. Without thought my hand snaked around the front of her body, clasping around her throat as I forced her body to move with mine into a standing position. Our chests were flush together and I could feel every breath that entered and exited her lungs. Her pussy was right there, probably soaked for my cock. I didn’t know for sure, but I was about to find out.
“Are you sure? I’m not sure a good girl like you can handle a cock like mine.” I growled, feeling the jump of her pulse against my fingers.
She wiggled her ass against my groin, and a deep groan of pleasure ripped from my throat. Fuck I wanted her, so why was I holding back?
“I want you.” She whimpered, one of her hands finding its way between our bodies, where she gripped my cock tightly in her small palm. My head fell back against the shed wall as her fingers explored my cock through my jeans. If it was this good with my pants on then I couldn’t imagine what it would be like with no clothing on.
“I want your cock, Logan.” I couldn’t see her face, but I could picture her lustful eyes in my mind and knew I needed to touch her. I released my
hold on her throat and trailed my hand down over her chest, where I squeezed one tit in my palm. She had to be at least a double D, and I could definitely work with that.
“I have to know…” I panted, releasing her tit roughly, my hand finding the band of her yoga pants. “Are you really this pure or is it all a game?” My breath fanned against her cheek as I pulled her tighter against my chest, my hand slipping into the front of her pants.
“Why don’t you find out.”? She taunted me, knowing that I was within a second of claiming her with my fingers.
“If you wish,” I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth. My fingers drifted over the front of her cotton panties, a devilish smile pulling at my lips. She arched her further into my touch, as one I drew lazy circles around her clit. Not fully touching it but not ignoring it.
“Ahhh…” Her pant of pleasure was so sweet, so intoxicating. I wanted to eat her right the fuck up.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Isabella,” I warned her letting her know what it was that I had planned for her. With every shred of my patience gone I shoved her panties to the side, my fingers grazing against silky smooth skin.
Fuck yes. I loved a smooth, cleanly shaved pussy.
My hand crept lower finding her honey hole instantly. She was drenched in her juices had to have been soaking through her panties. My grin grew wider as I sank one finger knuckle deep into her tight hole. As I did so she mewled like a cat, clearly pleased with where I was taking things.
“Does your untainted pussy want more?” I growled, my finger slipping in and out of her with ease, her tight hole squeezing my finger. Pleasure filled my veins, as I continued to pump in and out of her, waiting for her to beg for more because I knew she would.
“Harder. Faster. I need more.” She croaked her voice cracking as she begged me to give her exactly what she needed for her release. I could feel her entire body tighten in my arms.
“Logan…” I could hear Luke calling out to me, he was off in the distance but it wouldn’t be long until he was right on top of us, and as badly as I hated to I needed to speed things up a bit. As I slipped a second finger into her, I curled it upwards trying to find her hidden gem.