Through the Mirror

by Adriana Kraft

  She warmed as Doug groaned above her. She was certain she heard him moan, “Oh, what the hell."

  She dropped him from her mouth and winked at him. “I don't want to finish you this way. We'll have a lifetime for that. Let's get these jeans off of you. They're only in the way. You could help a little, you know."

  He shoved them down his legs and kicked them to the side. She noticed two travel bags in the dining room. “I must've gotten here just in time. Were you planning on leaving me for good?"

  He opened his mouth to speak.

  "Don't answer that. That's the past. This is now. I want you, I need you in me. Lie down on the floor."

  He hesitated.

  "Please. I can't wait a moment longer."

  Complying with her request, he settled on the floor and she moved to straddle him. She grabbed his shaft and gave him what she hoped was her best pout. “I suppose I should let you spank me. I've been such a naughty girl. Don't you agree?"

  His eyes rounded and he nodded his agreement.

  "Later,” she whispered. “Right now I need you deep in my vagina. And I'm sure your cock doesn't want to wait a second longer."

  He moved his head slowly from side to side and she lowered herself down the length of his hefty pole. “Yes.” She shuttered her eyes. “So sweet. And to think I could've missed out on this for the rest of my life.” She raised her arms above her and peeked down at Doug. She wished she had a picture of the pleasure spreading across his face. She leaned over and brushed her nipples across his. His lungs expanded beneath her. She slid her lips along his chin and traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue. She rose to fix her eyes on him. “Am I going to have to do all the work? You can fuck me, too."

  He seemed more than a little bemused by her outburst, but his hips began rising and lowering, driving his cock deeper and deeper. She reared back, impaling him even more. “Damn, you are a gift."

  The entryway door opened in front of her. Cold air rushed in, chilling her flesh. She scowled up at the intruder. “Doug!” She looked down at the man embedded in her. “Doug!” she squeaked. “There are two of you."

  The man below her nodded his head meaningfully.

  "I see you've made yourself quite at home, Eric,” Doug commented dryly, removing his hat and coat and tossing them over a chair.

  Still struggling with confusion, Lacy turned her head and gawked at the identical second Doug beneath her. “But you never told me..."

  He tilted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow.

  She was flooded with awareness. “But I wouldn't let you speak a word. You tried. You really did. God. I am so embarrassed.” She started to lift herself off him.

  "Don't be,” Eric said, his strong arms holding her in place. “You are pure joy. It would've been a crime to miss out on your antics. By the way, Doug, she loves you. Just in case you're wondering why she's here."

  Grinning, Doug said, “I'm pleased to hear that. Thanks for clueing me in. It might have taken our guest quite a while to get around to saying that."

  "By the way, she also knows she's been a very naughty girl and deserves to be spanked."

  "Really. How remorseful. And you didn't spank her?"

  "I don't spank women I've just met.” He scowled at her. “Oh. What is your name?"

  "Lacy. Lacy Hogan."

  He drove his cock deeper still. “Nice to know you, Lacy. You really know how to lay out the welcome mat."

  She squeezed his cock tight.

  "Ouch."

  "You deserved that,” she said, with a light chuckle. She twisted her head to see Doug advancing toward her. He'd removed his clothes and his cock weaved to and fro. “Wow, there really are two of you,” she cooed. “Are you going to fuck me, too?"

  Doug nodded. “Isn't that what you want?"

  "Yes.” She expected she was blushing slightly. “You know I do."

  Doug gave her a conspiratorial grin. “I didn't see you leaping off my twin when I walked in."

  "At first I was in total shock.” She wiggled her buttocks, appreciating the fullness of Eric's cock. “Now I don't want to give him up, not just yet.” She smirked. “I've never had two guys at once."

  "Good,” Doug replied. “Maybe it takes two men to handle you from time to time."

  She let his words sink and she looked at Eric studying her thoughtfully. “This isn't the first time you two have shared a woman, is it?"

  "My wife, Isabella, and I live deep in the bowels of the Louisiana bayous,” Eric said, nodding. “Occasionally, she likes a little extra spice. She is Creole. But only my twin will do. She says it's like screwing two of me at the same time. According to her, it's double the pleasure."

  Lacy nodded. “I believe I understand. Isabella you said?"

  "Yes."

  "Won't Isabella be jealous of me?"

  "Nah.” He winked at her. “But if you marry Doug, then she'll expect to be included. She hasn't had a woman in years. She's pleaded with Doug to marry so we could be a more complete family."

  "Wow. This is a woman I want to meet."

  "With any luck,” Doug said, “you will. But we may be getting ahead of ourselves. Isn't there still the matter of a naughty girl to take care of first?"

  Lacy grinned and kissed Eric soundly. “Tell your brother you were too timid and that he'll have to take the matter in hand."

  A loud slap resounded across the room.

  "Shit!” Lacy jerked and hoisted herself up on her elbows. There had been no warning—just the sting of an open hand slapping her buttocks. There wasn't time to collect her thoughts before the sting of another slap reverberated across her flesh. “Son of a bitch,” she moaned. She wanted to tell Doug to lighten up a bit, but knew better than to speak. She'd asked to be spanked. She'd been asking for this spanking since she'd first met Doug. Hopefully, it wouldn't be her last. She flinched, awaiting the next blow. She didn't have long to wait. It was easier once she caught on to his rhythm. He stopped and panted behind her. She breathed easier—until his palm connected with the other butt cheek, making her eyes go wide again.

  Eric chuckled. “My, you must've been a very naughty girl."

  "I was,” she confessed, wincing at the pain enveloping her rear end. Mercifully, Doug stopped.

  Doug stepped around to face her. His cock seemed larger than usual. “We'll accept that as a down payment,” he grunted.

  "Fine with me.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “It's not exactly like you haven't been a bad boy throughout some of this. So do I get to paddle you, too?"

  "Of course. If you want."

  "Oh, I'll want all right. I enjoy spanking almost as much as being spanked."

  "Put that off until I'm not around,” Eric interjected. “I wouldn't want any mistaken identity when you're after your pound of his flesh."

  "I wouldn't, either,” she murmured, skimming her fingers over her favorite cock. “So what are we going to do with this hard fellow? He must be feeling a little left out."

  Doug chuckled. “Do you have any ideas?"

  "Oh yes,” she said, squirming her loins against Eric to keep his interest up. She took Doug's cock in her mouth and wet it thoroughly. She pulled away and smiled brilliantly up at him. “I believe there's only one more portal available.” She bit down on her fist.

  Eric laughed and looked at Doug. “Guess she's telling you where she wants you. You must've warmed her butt real good. You do have a lady who's pretty good at saying what she wants."

  Doug nodded in response. “She's good at that, all right.” He shrugged his shoulders. “No problem. I've put off claiming your ass long enough."

  She couldn't help herself. She opened her mouth. “Why didn't you claim it earlier?"

  "I wanted to keep you anticipating. And you were."

  "Jesus.” She expelled a lung full of air. “Would you please fuck me in the ass, Doug? I've wanted you there for a long time."

  Doug knelt behind her. She sighed. Finally, his cock banged against her buttock
s.

  "Are you waiting for me to draw you a map?” she taunted. She shook her head, closed her eyes and waited for his assault.

  "If you don't mind my saying so,” Eric piped, “you two may have some communication problems to work through."

  "Shut up,” Lacy and Doug said in unison.

  Lacy groaned a sigh of profound pleasure when Doug's cock penetrated her dark portal. Not far, just far enough to let her know he had no intention of retreating. And neither did she—about him or them. “Go easy,” she said. “Remember, I've never had two guys before.” Her mind whisked to the meadow and her two Dougs. Well, she hadn't had two guys in this reality. And she wasn't about to try and explain the difference at this moment. She felt herself expand. “I'm ready for more of you, Doug. If you want."

  "Oh, I want.” He pushed further in. “I'm going to have all of you."

  "Whoa!” She squealed. “Wait! Cripes, I've never been this full.” She opened her eyes and found Eric peering at her softly.

  "You're a real trouper, aren't you, woman?"

  She wiggled her loins, teasing both men. “I haven't forgotten about you, in case you were worrying."

  Eric chuckled. “Oh, I never feared you'd forget about me."

  "More,” Lacy said to Doug. “I want all of you in me, Doug.” She wet her lips and tried to relax as he pressed further in. “That's right,” she moaned when his hips curved around her rear. She had his entire length encased. At last, she had her two Dougs.

  "You've got all of me all right,” Doug said, hoarsely. “You're tighter than I even expected. Are you okay?"

  "Beyond words,” she stammered. She squirmed, teasing each cock and letting herself adjust to their combined presence. It pleased her that neither man tried to press his advantage. Each waited for her to savor what she wanted. Slowly, she began to ride Eric's cock. He groaned. She grinned. “Welcome to my house,” she said. Without changing her rhythm, she turned her head a bit. “Can you match our pace?"

  Doug nodded. “I was hoping you'd ask."

  She felt the tension in Doug's corded thigh muscles as he held himself in check instead of ravishing her. She arched her neck back. “How smooth. How exquisite. Who would've thought?"

  Eric pulled on her nipples.

  "Nice,” she murmured. “Can we do this forever?"

  Doug's hot breath warmed her shoulder. “If you want."

  "Oh, I want.” Her eyes rounded at her own words. “I definitely want."

  "Isabella will be so pleased,” Eric groaned.

  "I am."

  Lacy blinked at the words. Neither man seemed to notice the feminine affirmation she'd heard.

  Had it been the Isabella she knew, or the Isabella she was looking forward to knowing? It didn't matter. Not now. Now, she had a moment to cherish. She quickened her movements and soon felt Eric expanding in her vagina. He yelped, pulled out and spilled his seed across their bellies.

  Eric mouthed a silent thank you. He stuck his tongue out and caught a drop of perspiration that dripped from her beaded brow.

  She lowered her mouth and drove her tongue into his. Doug slammed in and out of her ass and she groaned into Eric's mouth. The ravishment had begun. She lifted her head and arched her neck to better concentrate on her own pending eruption. “Take my ass,” she groaned. “All of it ... for you."

  Doug pounded her with abandon and somehow Eric managed to paw at her clit. She screamed her joy.

  Doug bellowed, filling her ass with his warm essence.

  Eric's fingers didn't stop until she pulled away. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She shook her head. She was crying in front of both men. Suddenly, it didn't matter. Tears were part of who she was, and she'd come to Doug this morning to share her whole self with him. She'd taken the risk that he might reject her. If she'd heard correctly, if the love sweeping through her body wasn't a cruel illusion, then he wasn't about to kick her out of his life.

  It took some laughter and some doing for the three of them to untangle themselves. Thankfully, she didn't see a hint of embarrassment in either man. Nor did she feel a twinge of guilt. She'd given herself freely. And so had they. They'd had sex. She smiled softly. And they'd loved. She'd loved Eric, but she loved Doug differently and more profoundly.

  Eric spoke first. “I think I'll head out to a hotel for tonight. It looks like you two have plenty to talk about without me."

  Holding hands, Lacy and Doug nodded and watched Eric slip into his clothes.

  "How long can you stay?” Doug asked.

  "Another day. Maybe two. I've got to be at the port Thursday to catch my ride to the rig.” Eric looked at her. “I work on oil rigs. My base is out of Port Arthur, Texas, but I do work around the world.” Eric smiled at his brother. “I don't get to see lover boy, here, nearly often enough.” He lifted Lacy's chin and kissed her lightly. “But I might have to change that if you become a permanent part of the picture."

  Now she was blushing.

  Doug squeezed her fingers. “We'll let you know what happens,” he said to Eric. “If we work things out, maybe we can plan a repeat performance before you leave."

  Lacy gasped. If we work things out?

  Eric laughed. “I don't know. It's going to be hard to measure up to the spontaneous greeting I received this morning. I might want to hold on to that memory for awhile. Bye."

  When the door closed, Doug turned and held both of her hands tightly.

  "Are you mad at me?” she squeaked.

  His brow furrowed. “Why should I be mad at you?"

  She shrugged, feeling suddenly self-conscious standing before him stark naked. “Well, I can give you a short list or a long list. To begin with, I didn't know Eric wasn't you."

  "Of course you didn't. How could you?” He grinned softly. “Particularly if you didn't let him speak. Once you get a head of steam going you can be difficult to derail."

  "So you are angry with me?"

  "Nope. Saved me wondering how to introduce you to Eric and his unorthodox expectations."

  "Sharing your woman with him?"

  He nodded.

  "Have you shared any other of your women with him?"

  "Nope. Of course, you're the only one I've asked to marry me."

  "Not even your wife? Your ex-wife?"

  "You've got to be kidding. Can you even imagine Helen with two guys?"

  She shook her head at the memory of his rather limpid ex-wife.

  "I can't either."

  "It pleases me immensely that I'm the only woman you've shared with Eric, other than his wife, of course. Come with me,” she said, leading him down the hall toward his bathroom. “I have to clean up a little. I'm sure you do, too."

  * * * *

  After washing herself, she took a warm wet washcloth and soap and cleaned his cock. “This feels strange,” she said. “Strange, but right. Do you know what I mean?"

  "I think so. You're cleaning your man. I've never had a woman do this."

  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips then guided him into his bedroom. She bounced on his bed and laughed. “Did you actually ask me to marry you?"

  He nodded.

  "When?"

  "After you were done shoving your gaping pussy in my face last night."

  "Gaping. Oh. I am sorry about that. I must've acted like a slut. I lost it for awhile."

  He knelt on the bed beside her. “Nothing you've done or ever will do will make you a slut, but I'm happy you've found whatever you lost briefly last night."

  "Me, too."

  "What made you change your mind? I know how huge a leap this must've been for you to come here this morning.” He chuckled. “It is ironic that I had to find out you love me from my brother."

  She slid her fingers down his bicep. “Particularly while his cock was buried to the hilt inside me—that was funny, even though I might not have seen the humor right away.” She tilted her head. “Someday I want you to meet another Isabella."

  "Oh.” He frowned.

 
; "She is a very wise woman of the desert."

  "Ah, I'm beginning to understand."

  She brushed her fingers across his firm abs. “This wasn't the first time I made love with you and your brother."

  "I know."

  "What!” She sprang straight up.

  He shook his head. “I can't explain it, but more than once you've mumbled about the two of us in the throes of climax."

  "I—"

  Doug smiled and held up his hand. “I'm a historian, Lacy. I gave up long ago trying to fully explain away mystery. When I saw you in Eric's arms this morning, it seemed about as natural as anything I'd ever seen."

  "It wasn't just sex,” she acknowledged meekly.

  "It never was. It never has been. It never could be."

  "I don't know why it took so long for me to figure that out. Oh, I so want you to meet Isabella."

  "I'm sure I will."

  "So tell me about Eric's Isabella. Isn't that ironic? Both women have the same name. Are you sure she'll like me?"

  "Are you aware you seldom ask one question at a time? Let's see. Ironic? Perhaps. You remind me a lot of her. She's zestful, adventurous and so willing to give of herself."

  Lacy choked. “Me? I thought I was the most selfish person you'd ever met."

  He held her by the chin and planted a wet kiss on her lips. “How wrong you can be at times."

  She ignored his arrogance. “So you think Isabella and I will like each other."

  "Very much. You're like two peas in a pod."

  "Like you and your brother?"

  "I hadn't thought of the two of us that way, but I suppose you're right.” He tweaked a nipple. “Enough about Isabella. When are you going to tell me your answer?"

  She batted her eyelashes. “I forgot the question. Would you mind repeating it?"

  "Not at all,” he said, laving a breast.

  "Stop that. How am I supposed to concentrate if you're loving me?"

  "Very well.” Doug cleared his throat. “Lacy Hogan, will you marry me?"

  She started to speak then narrowed her eyes. “When did you decide you wanted to ask me that question?"

  "A long time ago. I probably can't even remember when."

  "But why now?"

  "I think—I hope you're ready to hear the question and all the love that lies behind it.” He paused. “And my final divorce papers arrived in the mail yesterday."