by Marla Monroe
“Honey, if you don’t go before us, we can’t come. I’ve got it covered,” Amos said more to his brother than to her.
Dee frowned, wondering what he was talking about as she licked up and down Andy’s length like a lollipop. Without warning, Amos brushed a finger over her clit. The little nub was already distended and swollen from her previous climaxes. It was also a little sensitive after she’d rubbed the hell out of it on Andy’s hairy leg earlier. Amos seemed to realize that because he was careful as he played with her pussy.
Stretched as she was around his massive cock with a huge butt plug in her ass, it didn’t take much for her to tumble toward the edge just barely hanging on by her nails. She’d have never believed she could have three orgasms in less than, what, four hours? Had it been four or was it five? Hell, it didn’t matter. Three orgasms in twenty-four hours was a record for her.
Dee threw her head back from Andy’s cock and screamed as fire raced from her clit to her cunt, tightening every muscle in her body for what seemed like hours. In reality, it could only have been seconds since Amos roared, shooting his cum deep inside of her, pumping up for the first time since she’d been on top of him.
Following right behind him was Andy. He’d moved around behind her at some point and hot jets of semen bathed her lower back. When he’d finished, Andy spread it all over her back before popping her lightly on the ass.
Dee collapsed over Amos, reeling from the amount of energy she’d used. Sex had never been this exhausting before. All she wanted to do was go to sleep now. No wonder men did that so easily. Evidently women didn’t put a lot of effort into it if they still had the ability to talk afterward. Hell, talking was more energy than she had left right then.
“Oh, baby. That was fucking awesome. My dick’s never going to be the same. You squeezed the hell out of it. I bet it’s smaller round and longer now,” Amos teased, back to his normal irreverent self.
“I think I strained a ball muscle with that climax,” Andy said in rare moment of not being serious.
“Do balls have muscles?” Amos asked, still panting.
“Have to,” Andy said. “How else could they draw up when you’re cold and relax when you’re hot or swell when you’re about to shoot your load?”
Amos burst out laughing. “Have you given this a lot of thought at some point, Andy? ’Cause it sounds like you’ve obsessed over it to me.”
“Screw you, Amos.” Andy sank back on the bed and blew out a breath. “I’m fucking beat.”
“Guys?” Dee had to struggle not to laugh at their brief repartee. Truth was, she was too exhausted to really do it justice.
“Hum?” Amos answered after a long second.
“I need to get up and I need this boulder out of my ass,” she said. “Now!”
Andy groaned but pushed himself up off the bed once more. “Amos, I’ll take the plug out then you can help me get her off of you.”
“Got it,” Amos said around a yawn.
“Oh, God. Don’t do that again,” Dee complained. “That makes you do something inside of me.”
“Sorry, babe. Did it hurt?” Amos asked, frowning.
“No. That’s the problem,” she admitted.
Both he and Andy chuckled sending those same sensations through her again. All she could do was moan and shift on Amos’s cock. That made him groan next and he sighed.
“Better hurry it up, bro. We’re having chain reactions down here and neither one of us has the energy to do anything about it.” Amos reached up and pulled her ass cheeks apart to help Andy.
“Okay, honey. Take a deep breath and when I say push, blow it out and bear down for me.” Andy nudged the butt plug as she drew in a deep breath. She nearly lost it with that tiny movement.
“Okay, Dee. Push!” Andy said.
Dee did as he said and felt the slight burn then pop as Andy pulled the butt plug free of her back passage. Both she and Amos groaned in unison at the sudden change in size and pressure.
“Okay, Amos, give me a hand here.” Andy settled his hands on her waist and pulled as Amos pushed her hips so that she slowly released his cock. Though it wasn’t sagging, she’d agree it had seen better days.
“You need a shower, honey. Let me go turn the water on to get warm. Then I’ll bathe you,” Andy told her.
“Um, maybe in a little bit. I need the bathroom first,” she admitted knowing her face was turning hot pink by the burn in her cheeks.
“No problem, baby girl. Let me just wipe Andy off of you so you aren’t sticky,” Amos said.
As soon as he’d wiped her back with one of their T-shirts, Dee escaped into the bathroom and closed the door. Even though she felt much closer to them and was sure she’d made the right decision, there were some things she wasn’t comfortable sharing. Aftermaths of anal sex was one of them.
Chapter Thirteen
“Wow! I feel a lot better after the shower, guys. I’m kind of hungry, too,” Dee told them.
Amos laughed. “I’m not surprised. You had to have worked up a big appetite. I’m surprised you aren’t ready for a nap after Andy nailed you in the shower.”
Dee’s blush took over her entire face and down her neck. Amos loved seeing it on her. She blushed so damn easily. It didn’t quite reach the thin line of freckles across her shoulders though. How she’d managed to get the cute little dots on her shoulders but not her cheeks or nose, Amos wasn’t sure. Didn’t the sun make those?
“Amos, really. Nailed? That’s not a romantic word,” Andy said sounding reproachful.
Amos was used to that sound. Andy gave it freely where he was concerned. Normally he couldn’t care less, but he felt a little guilty on having said that to their Dee Dee.
“Sorry, Dee, that was insensitive of me.” Amos actually winced as he replayed the sentence in his head.
Instead of just nodding, she burst out giggling. “Why? That’s what he did. Or, maybe nailed isn’t the right word after all. It was more like hammering to me.”
“I’m sorry, Dee. I didn’t mean to be that rough,” Andy said with a horrified expression on his face.
“Dammit, Andy! I’m not complaining. I was just playing around with the words. It was great or I would have asked you to hold back. You didn’t hurt me at all.” Dee sighed and stuck her hands on her hips. “You’ve both got to relax some around me if we’re going to make this work. Tiptoeing around me is what started the problems in the first place. Deal with it.”
Amos’s “sorry” blended with his brother’s. She just shook her head and started to pull on her clothes again. Andy stopped her by wrapping her in his arms.
“You don’t need to put your clothes back on, hon. You can wear one of our shirts and we’ll go down and raid the fridge. Work clothes are too formal for a midnight ice box party.” Andy turned her toward his brother. “Find a T-shirt for her to wear. You used mine to wipe her back.”
“I don’t wear one under my dress shirts. I’ll run to the laundry room. There’s bound to be some there. Be right back,” Amos said as he trotted out the door.
The idea of her wearing one of their shirts thrilled him. It was just one more brand on her as theirs even if it was only figuratively and no one would see it. They would go shopping for a ring as soon as they got back up later in the morning. He couldn’t wait to let everyone know she was going to marry them.
He found a clean button-down shirt that was a little wrinkled but would do. Since they essentially wore the same clothes, he had no idea which closet it had last been in. It didn’t matter either. All he could think about was seeing her wearing that and nothing else. His previously satisfied dick made a halfway attempt at standing up. Didn’t last though.
He thought about it and grabbed two pair of jeans for him and Andy. They didn’t need to walk around in the kitchen completely naked and wearing their slacks wasn’t a good idea either.
When he jogged back into the bedroom, he found Dee beating Andy with a pillow. The sight was so unusual and out of place
for his brother that Amos just stood in the doorway and stared.
“Take it back, Andy Ahfield! Right now. Take it back!” Dee yelled while banging him with the pillow.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear, what did I say that set you off, honey?” Andy’s amused expression between pillow swats had Amos grinning so hard he thought his face would bust.
Seeing Andy teasing and smiling like that touched something inside of him that brought tears to his eyes. Andy never played. He was so in control and proper that Amos worried he’d have a heart attack one day. All the stress he kept bottled up inside of him was bound to take a toll on his twin. Dee was the best thing that had ever happened to both of them. For this alone, Amos would have loved her with all of his heart and soul.
“What did my goober of a brother say, Dee Dee? You know he can’t help himself. Better have mercy on him and let him in on the secret,” Amos teased as he grabbed the pillow on her backswing.
“Let go, Amos. I’m going to bludgeon him to death until he takes it back.” Dee’s eyes held a barely concealed rage that was equally tinged with laughter.
“Bludgeon him? Really, Dee. With a pillow?” Amos chuckled.
“He called me soft and loveable like a cute kitten. I’m not soft and I’m not cute. I am loveable, so I won’t kill him over that. Now make him take it back.” She jerked her pillow out of his hands.
“You called her soft? Really, Andy? She’s one of the hardest women I know. She tears wings off of flies and steals candy from kids. This is a hard woman, not a soft, playful one. Take it back, brother.” Amos harrumphed when the pillow hit him in the midsection.
“Both of you need to learn manners. I’m hungry.” Dee dropped the pillow and grabbed the button-down shirt where Amos had draped it over the edge of the bed. “I’m going downstairs to find something to eat.”
Amos watched her as she pulled on the shirt and buttoned two or three of the buttons near the middle before whirling around and leaving them behind. That got his dick hard almost immediately. Holy hell, she was going to drive them insane with need.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Andy asked as he started pulling on a pair of the jeans he’d tossed on the bed.
“Yeah. I’m not sure what we’ve gotten ourselves into, but I doubt we’ll ever have a boring day again,” he said.
“I think I can live with that,” Andy said with a wide grin. “What about you?”
“I’ll suffer through it for your sake, brother. You know how serious I tend to be.” Amos burst out laughing and quickly pulled on the jeans before following his brother out of the bedroom to hunt Dee down in the kitchen.
Finding her bent over with her head inside the fridge digging around one of the drawers made both men groan out loud. Her bare ass flashed beneath the shirt which flared out when she turned around.
“What?” her face was a mask of innocence.
Amos doubted she was that innocent. He stalked toward her, with Andy right behind him.
“Do you expect us to let you show off that delectable ass of yours like that and not take a bite out of it? I think not. I think you’re deliberately baiting us, baby girl.” Amos stepped closer then lunged and grabbed her around the waist. “Got you!”
She laughed. “Now what are you going to do with me?” she asked, staring around him at Andy.
“I’m not sure what my brother has in mind for you, but I plan to make a meal off of those gorgeous tits of yours. They’re peeking out at me right now,” Andy told her.
Amos growled in his deepest tone. “I’m going to take a bite out of this juicy peach. Then I might eat me some pussy as well.”
“I’m not going to put up a fight but you’ve got to feed me first. I’m famished, guys!” she complained with a wide grin.
Amos and his brother worked together and fed their woman. He loved watching her eat without complaining about gaining weight or moaning about how big her ass was. As far as Amos was concerned, it could stand to grow a little wider. There couldn’t be anything better than sinking his cock into her juicy pussy or tight ass while hanging on to her plump ass cheeks.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Dee asked him with a puzzled expression. “I swear, I thought you were about to have an orgasm over that pickle you’re eating. Is it that good?”
“Ah, no. I was thinking about your luscious ass. I’m going to have fantasies about it for the rest of my life. I don’t know how I’m going to get through a full day’s work without either attacking you at your office or jacking off in the bathroom,” he confessed to her.
Andy rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything about his irreverence for the first time in his life. Dee just shook her head and chuckled.
“You’re such a man, Amos. Thing is, I have a feeling I’m going to be doing some fantasizing myself. You’ve both ruined me. I’ll never be able to keep a straight face around the two of you again,” she confessed.
Amos watched his brother feed Dee a grape. He had never been so happy to see those grapes as he was now. He always fussed at Andy for getting so much fruit, but now he found that he liked fruit more than he’d thought. The vision of Andy feeding it to her morphed into one of him fishing them out of her pussy with his tongue. That led to licking chocolate from her nipples and whipped cream off her clit.
“He’s doing it again,” Dee said with a soft laugh.
“What?” he asked, trying to hide his smile and look serious.
“Hang it up, bro. You can’t pull that off worth shit. There isn’t a serious bone in your body,” Andy teased.
Wait, was that his brother teasing him again? Damn, he owed Dee the biggest diamond ring money could buy. She was wonderful for his brother. She was perfect for him.
As he munched on a strawberry, it hit him out of the blue. They were going to marry her but how would that work with all of their friends and clients? Honestly he couldn’t care less about theirs. Most of them were from other cities and they had enough in their investment portfolios to live off of for the rest of their lives, and live well. But their relationship might turn some heads in town and most of Dee’s clients were based in town, he thought.
This sobered him up fast. There was no way he’d allow anyone to hurt her. The first time someone said something suggestive or nasty to or around her, Amos would see red. The money wouldn’t matter because they’d be taking care of her anyway, but her business mattered to her and that meant it mattered to them. They would never ask her to give it up and close it down. It was part of her, something all her own she’d built from the ground up. He needed to talk to his brother about it as soon as they were alone. They needed to be prepared for it and have an idea of how to talk to Dee about it, too.
As if picking up on his change in mood, Andy started putting everything away. “We need to get to bed and get some rest if we’re going to be able to function in the morning.”
“I’m full anyway,” Dee said then yawned loudly. “I’m ready for a nap.”
Andy chuckled. “Amos, why don’t you take her on to bed and I’ll be in as soon as I finish cleaning up.”
“Naw, you take her and I’ll clean up. You always have to clean up. It’s my turn,” Amos told him.
Andy frowned but nodded. “Come on, kitten. Time for bed.”
Dee yawned again. “Don’t start calling me that. I’ll pull your hair if you keep doing it.”
Amos smiled as Andy scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the room. Seeing his brother actually smile and seem happy meant so much to him. If it came down to it, he’d back away in public and let Andy be her official husband. Being twins, they’d be together all the time anyway. People might speculate, but few would come right out and say anything.
Since Andy was the oldest anyway, he was going to be the one to officially marry her on paper. It would be hard, but he could keep a lower profile with her if necessary. He and Andy looked exactly like each other. No one could tell them apart and never had been. If
just one of them was out with her, it wouldn’t matter who as long as they kept their names straight.
Of course, that would involve Dee having to pretend and something told him she wouldn’t go along with that idea. She’d never been one to pretend or hide how she felt about something. She sure wouldn’t want to hide her feelings for both of them.
Amos finished wiping down everything in the kitchen and double-checked all the doors to be sure they were locked. Then he tiptoed into the bedroom so as not to wake the others. When he dropped his jeans by the side of the bed he would be sleeping on, his brother spoke up in a soft voice.
“What’s wrong, Amos? I could feel the anxiety bleeding off of you.”
“Are you sure she’s asleep?” Amos asked him.
“Yeah. She snores sometimes. Cutest sound.” Andy’s smile faded as he watched Amos climb into bed on the other side of Dee.
“You know, we haven’t really thought about how our dating and eventually marrying Dee will look to everyone here in town. I don’t want anyone to hurt her feelings or say anything to her about it. And what about her business? How will affect it?” he whispered.
“We dated her a year ago and no one seemed to think anything of it,” Andy pointed out. “You weren’t worried about it then. Why now?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s more real to me now that we’ve become intimate with her. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight at the time. I never noticed how others looked at us back then. I didn’t care,” he said.
“And now you do.”
“Now I do. I think I’d go crazy if someone hurt her feelings or made her feel less than the amazing woman she is. Then you’ll be visiting me in prison.” It wasn’t a joking matter, but Amos still attempted to make it one.
“Let’s not borrow trouble yet, brother. It’s going to take her a little getting used to the three of us, so I doubt we’ll be getting married real soon. See how people react to seeing an engagement ring on her finger and how she explains it when she’s asked. I really don’t think there will be many people who’ll say anything,” Andy told him.