Brothers Next Door

by Samantha Twinn

As if this peepshow isn’t hot enough, Dean’s direction adds a whole new layer. I’m not sure which is turning me on more, the fact that he’s watching us have sex or that he’s getting off to it. I glide my fingers between us. With each thrust, my finger grazes my swollen clit. The pleasure builds into a heavy knot of desire that settles in my pussy, aching, needing release.

  “Oh, God. Tyler, please.”

  I rub harder, desperate for some relief. I’m ready to beg, promise them anything. I just need to come.

  Picking up on my desperation, Tyler takes control. His fingers dig into my hips, thrusting hard and fast until I break apart. His grip tightens, and he holds me in place as I cry out, my pussy pulsing around his cock. The orgasm rips through me, drowning me in pleasure. My nails sink into the flesh of his back as I struggle to hold on.

  “Fuck that’s hot,” Dean says behind me. I barely have time to catch my breath before he presses against my back and starts kissing my neck. His warm hands cup my breast from behind, thumbs flicking my oversensitive nipples.

  And then Tyler starts moving again.

  The guys—my guys—are on either side now. Surrounding me. Enveloping me with desire and love. I lean back against Dean, close my eyes, and let them take control. Their hands are everywhere. Their mouths. Their teeth.

  And just when I thought I’d reached the peak of sensation, Dean’s fingers slide between my cheeks to tease my ass. I tense a little, but his finger continues to massage the tight ring of muscles—and it feels good.

  “I want to slide my cock into this ass,” he whispers into my ear as Tyler continues to fuck me. “Do you think you can take us both at the same time?”

  A month ago, I would have thought the idea lewd and outrageous. Wicked. Filthy. But now, I can’t wait to do it.

  “Yes,” I cry out as he slides a finger into me, pumping in time with Tyler.

  “Fuck, whatever you're doing to her, don’t stop,” Tyler says. “Her pussy is gripping me like a fist.”

  “Friday night, this ass is mine,” Dean says and adds another finger.

  His words push me over the edge, and I’m coming again. I put my head on Tyler’s shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. Dean’s fingers continue to move inside of me, working against the movement of Tyler’s cock, prolonging my orgasm.

  “Fuck, yes,” Tyler grunts and stiffens under my touch.

  I collapse against him, boneless and out of breath.

  “That was…wow,” I gasp, still trembling even after the waves of release have subsided.

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper breaks the silence. Tyler lays me on the sofa, and Dean takes his place. I don’t know if I can take any more pleasure, but I want to. I need him inside me just as much as I needed Tyler.

  His thick cock presses into my entrance and I open up, wrapping my arms around his neck. When he finally pushes inside, I cry out, still sensitive from my climax. Despite my exhaustion, I’m surging again. There’s less finesse in our joining, just a hard fast fuck, but it’s exactly what we both need.

  Pulling the tie around my robe tight, I head down the hall to the kitchen, more than a little sore from last night’s activities. I still can’t believe that I’m sleeping with two guys. A sleepy Liv greats me, her red curls a massive halo around her head.

  “I made coffee,” she says. “You look like you need it.”

  “I was up late,” I say and pour a cup.

  “So I heard,” Liv says, wagging her eyebrows.

  “You’re kidding right?” I say covering my face with my hands. “I know I was loud, but we were upstairs in their living room. You don’t think Landon heard? These apartments are practically soundproof.”

  “Calm down. I didn’t hear your kinky fuckery,” Liv says in a low voice. “I heard you sneaking back in at two in the morning. I figured you didn’t get much sleep.”

  “Oh,” I say, my cheeks burning hot.

  “But from your reaction and the way you’re walking this morning that must have been one marathon fuck fest up there. What to share the deets?”

  “No,” I say, putting a couple slices of bread in the toaster.

  “Come on. I’m going through a dry spell. Let me live vicariously through your new found sexual freedom. At least tell me if they're into DP.”

  “You may be my best friend,” I say, pointing my butter knife at her, “but there are just some things I’m not willing to share with you.”

  “What won’t you share?” Landon asks as he shuffles into the kitchen.

  I glare at Liv mentally warning her to shut it and turn, smiling at my little brother. “Share my toast. I love toast, and if she wants some, she’ll have to get her own.”

  “Your sister’s selfish. I don’t have any toast, and she’s got two.” Liv sticks out her lip in an exaggerated pout. “I don’t even want her toast. I just want details about what she’s going to put on the toast.”

  “Don’t you have a plane to catch,” I say through clenched teeth.

  Landon shakes his head and grabs the box of Lucky Charms. “You people are weird. I’m going to get ready for school. Don’t forget to sign my permission slip. Mrs. Weston won’t let me on the bus tomorrow without it.”

  “I’ll take care of it right now. Have a good day at school.”

  Landon grunts an unintelligible response and shambles back to his room.

  “That kid needs an attitude adjustment,” Liv says under her breath.

  “Give him a break. It’s only been a few months.” And in those months, our relationship has moved from glacial to room temperature. So, I’m calling it a win. “We’re working it out.”

  “No, what he’s doing is taking advantage of you. Don’t let him treat you like crap. He’ll keep pushing until he knows where the line is.”

  I know Liv is right. I’ve been letting him get away with way too much recently, but it’s brought me some peace.

  “I promise I’ll get a handle on it. After Christmas. You know how hard the holidays can be.”

  Liv rolls her eyes and gets up. “I hate to leave, but I do have that plane to catch. Be a good girl and keep calling. Especially if you need advice. That’s like my one job as your best friend.”

  “Actually, you’re also my business partner. I really hope you’re doing more than that.” I pull her in for a big. “I’m going to miss you.”

  “Me too. I’m so glad I came to see you.”

  “Does this mean I’m forgiven for not telling you about my sex life? Do you love me again?”

  Her phone buzzes, and she grips the handle of her rolling bag. “I don’t hate you quite as much.”

  “Liv,” I say, drawing out her name.

  “Fine. I love your stupid face even if you won’t share,” she says and heads to the door. “But just so we’re clear, now that I’ve met your guys, I’m totally going to write an entire series of fan fiction based on them. And it’s going to be all swords crossing because you won’t give me details.”

  I laugh and watch my best friend leave, knowing without a doubt, she’s going to do just that. I only hope the guys never find out.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  DEAN

  “Are you sure you have enough socks?” Brenna asks for the third time. “And what about a jacket? It’s November, the nights are cool. I hope you brought an extra pair of shoes, just in case, and an extra charger for your phone. You can take mine if you didn’t.”

  High strung doesn’t even begin to describe the mood this morning. I stroke Brenna’s arm, trying to soothe her. “Sweetheart, he’s just going for a week. He’ll be fine.”

  “I know,” she says, gnawing her bottom lip. “It’s just this is the first time Landon is going to be away since the accident.” She turns to her brother. “I want to make sure you have everything you need. And even though I’m not going on the trip with you, you call me. Anytime, day or night, if you need something.”

  “He’ll have a good time,” I say, kissing the back of her
hand. “But if he’s actually going to go on this trip, we really need to get out of the car and load his bags on the bus.”

  “Fine, we can get out,” she says, shoulders slumped in resignation.

  Landon mouths “Thank you” from the back seat.

  The lime green xB is comically small and unfolding my six-two frame into the passenger seat is a challenge. She refused to let me call a town car, despite the fact we all would have been more comfortable. I unload his bags from the trunk of Brenna’s compact wagon.

  Brenna pulls a stiff Landon into a big bear hug and then shoves a wad of bills into his hand. “I know everything is covered, but this is just in case you want to pick up some souvenirs or buy some junk food.”

  “Thanks,” Landon says, begrudgingly, and shoves the bills into his pocket without even looking. He tosses the strap of his guitar case over his shoulder and takes the handle of his bag. “I should join everyone. I think Mrs. Weston is handing out room assignments.”

  “Bye. Have a good time.” Brenna waves frantically as he walks away. “I hope he’s okay. Is it too soon for him to take a big trip like this? I wish I would have kept him in grief counseling. The therapist would tell me what to do.”

  “He has to live his life,” I say and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back into my chest. “And so do you. Tyler and I plan on keeping you so distracted you won’t know where the time has gone.”

  She turns in my arms and looks up at me. “That sounds—” She licks her lips. “—promising. What do you have planned?”

  “It’s a surprise,” I say and open the car door for her. “When we get back home, why don’t you take a nice bath and put on that pretty pink dress I like.”

  “The wrap one that ties on the side?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “Whatever for?”

  “Because I like it.” I pin her between the door and the car and kiss her quickly, mindful of our audience. “And it shows off your fantastic tits.”

  She giggles and ducks into the driver's seat, giving me a fantastic view of said tits. I almost want to tell her screw the romantic evening we have planned and just get her naked again. I’m fucking addicted to her. Not a second goes by that I don’t want to touch, kiss, or fuck every inch of Brenna’s body.

  But tonight is about more than sex. Tonight is about the future.

  At ten ‘til eight, Brenna lets herself into the penthouse, wearing the pink dress with her hair tied back in a matching chiffon scarf. Luther happily leaves his post in the kitchen to go greet her with a bark. She bends over to snuggle the dog’s neck, causing her skirt to rise up her thighs. She looks like she stepped right out of the pages of a World War II pinup calendar.

  “What is that fantastic smell?”

  “That’s dinner,” I say, handing her a glass of wine. “Tyler is making pasta with scallops.”

  “Tyler? He’s making seafood?” she says, eyes wide. “I didn’t even think he knew where the kitchen was.”

  “I heard that,” Tyler yells from the kitchen.

  The room is set for an intimate dinner. The lights are low, candles burning. Soft music is playing on the sound system. I pull out her chair.

  “My mom thinks that every young man should know how to cook, regardless of how much money they have,” I explain. “So one year for Christmas, she got us both cooking lessons. And while I’ll never admit it to him, Tyler’s a better cook.”

  “Damn right I am,” he says, coming up behind me with a large serving dish.

  “But I’m a better baker, asswipe,” I say and sit down on her right. “And trust me, Brenna’s going to love my chocolate torte more than a plate full of scallops.”

  “You made a torte?” She glances back and forth between two of us and laughs. “What is all this? Why the fancy dinner and candles? Did you get fresh flowers for the table?”

  “Can’t we wine and dine our woman?” Tyler asks, setting the plate down and taking the seat on her other side.

  “Tonight’s all about taking care of you.” I take Brenna’s hand and kiss her knuckles. “You’ve been trying to juggle everything—a job, the estate, Landon. We thought you deserved a break.”

  “But I thought after Landon left, you’d want to… ”

  A blush crept over her cheeks and down her neck. I knew exactly what she thought, and she isn’t wrong. I always want to get Brenna in bed, but tonight is about something different.

  “This isn’t just about the sex,” Tyler says. “We’re all in.”

  “The family dinners, the carpool, all of it,” I add.

  “So tonight is date night,” Tyler says and dishes up the pasta and scallops. “Dinner. A movie. And if it ends in the bedroom, so be it. If not, that’s fine too.”

  “I picked up the new Guardians movie. You said you really wanted to see it but missed it when it premiered in theaters because of the move.”

  “How did you get a copy of that?” she asked, gripping my arm. “It’s not even out on video yet.”

  “Having money and connections does have its perks,” Tyler says and takes a bite of his pasta. “The producer is a friend of ours.”

  “Thank you, guys.” Brenna turns, gives us each a kiss, and then digs into her meal. “This is delicious. I hope you made more because I’m going to want seconds.”

  “See I told you,” Tyler says, gloating.

  “We’ll see.”

  After the dishes are cleared, we move on to dessert and the movie. I can tell the torte is a big hit, even though she refuses to declare a winner in our culinary battle. I lower the lights and put on the disk. Brenna settles in between us, holding my hand and laying her head on Tyler’s shoulder.

  The two of them spend a good portion of the opening scenes arguing over comic cannon versus the cinematic universe and which is better. They continue to argue and joke, trying to get me to take sides.

  Halfway through the movie, Brenna shifts and lays across Tyler’s lap, her feet propped up on mine. I slide my hand up her bare calf, needing to touch her, and massage the muscles. Tyler unties the scarf and strokes her hair.

  By the time the credits roll, Brenna’s fast asleep.

  “Why don’t you tuck her in and I’ll pick things up,” I whisper to Tyler.

  He nods and hooks an arm under her knee, letting her burrow into his chest. They pad back to the bedroom, and I pick up the remains of our meal. Tonight was perfect, and I’m looking forward to a million more nights just like it.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  BRENNA

  Tyler grabs the back of my knee, pushing it open, and slides the other hand up my inner thigh until he lightly brushes against my tender, needy mound. His fingers spread my swollen folds and circle my distended clit.

  I lean back against Dean, threading my fingers through his shaggy hair, and let my head fall on his shoulder as Tyler slides a finger inside my slick channel. He pumps in and out, sweeping his thumb over my clit with each pass.

  Dean reaches around and cups my breast, teasing the piercings. He pulls hard, causing my muscles to tense around Tyler's fingers.

  Behind me, another hand eases along my rear entrance and teases the tight muscle.

  “Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Dean whispers and nips at my ear.

  Everything stops, and I do a quick count. One. Two—hands on my breast. Three—on my pussy. Four—on my knee. Five? One too many hands.

  Everything thing around me dissolves, and I open my eyes, blinking into the darkness. A perfectly good sex dream ruined by logic. I roll over and run into a mountain of muscle. Behind me, heavy arm snakes around my waist pulling me against a hard chest.

  Dean. So that must mean Tyler is the mountain on the other side.

  So here I am, horny and trapped between two hot guys—my hot guys.

  What’s a girl to do?

  I take stock of our situation. It’s still dark out, so I know it’s not quite morning. My clothes are gone. I reach out and touch Tyler’s chest, trailing
my fingers down until I reach his happy trail. Yep, no clothes either.

  “Are you planning on doing something with that hand?” Tyler mumbles, sleepily.

  “Maybe,” I say and move lower, surprised to find him already hard. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke. “Is this what you had in mind?”

  Tyler grunts and pushes into my fist. “That’s nice. But I think we can do better.”

  He rolls on his side until he’s facing me, his hard cock sliding between my legs, and kisses me. His unique taste fills my lips as he slick tongue plunges into my mouth, sliding in and out, tangling with mine. I let out a quiet whimper, and he sucks on my bottom lip, nipping at the tender flesh. All the while, he’s pumping his erection along the cleft of my need, driving me to the very edge of an orgasm. The kiss is so erotic and steals my breath.

  Just when I’m on the verge of begging him to fuck me, he retreats and gentles the kiss. Dean, no longer asleep, shifts his hand from around my waist to cup a breast and trails feather light kisses along the arch of my neck. His growing erection presses into my back and moisture floods between my legs.

  “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I say between breaths. “I… Oh, yes. I wanted…Mmmm.” I can’t seem to get to get the words out. I’m so turned on.

  “We know,” Tyler says and brushes soft kisses on the corners of my trembling mouth.

  “But since we’re all awake now...” Dean whispers and nibbles my ear, just like my dream.

  The hard press of his cock against my back is a reminder of his words the other night. The idea of both of them inside me at the same time is both exciting and a bit frightening. Neither one of them is small in any way. I shouldn’t want it, but now that the idea is in my head, I can’t stop thinking about it.

  “I want you,” I say. “I want both of you…together. Tonight.”

  Dean pulls back and props himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured. We don’t—”

  “Yes,” I say, interrupting him. “Please. I want to.”