Page 9 of Doubling Down

But I don’t want to think about that right now—not when I’ve found them again after so long. I want to be their toy and have them be mine, the way it was meant to be between us. But mostly I just want to be with them, one hundred percent free from worry about what we are to each other. They might have been like brothers the first time, but they are decidedly not like that now.

I’m at the edge again when Jude picks up his pace, his thick shaft driving right across my G-spot with every thrust. I need to come, but can’t without at least a little stimulation to my clit, which he doesn’t give me. But I don’t mind.

Jude lets out a deep groan, his cock flexing and shooting deep inside me. The very second he pulls out, Simon moves in, slamming home within seconds. The force of his first thrust makes me cry out, and I press my palms against the hood, pushing back. He fucks me with abandon, pulling no punches as he groans and squeezes. He’s the dirty, wild twin, the one who always came up with the most depraved experiments we could try with each other. So it’s no surprise when his thumb breaches my rear entrance and he starts fucking into me there too.

I’m done for when Jude strokes my hair and looks into my eyes. “You ready to come?”

I nod, too lost to pleasure to form words, but he knows what I need. He slides his hand between my thighs from underneath and finds my clit.

“Jesus, you’re all engorged. I always loved how big your clit gets when you’re turned on.”

He strokes the swollen bundle, then pinches lightly and rubs. I gasp as the pleasure jacks through me like a fresh shot of adrenaline.

Simon groans as my pussy clenches around him involuntarily. Jude keeps toying with my clit, doing all the things he learned to do to drive me insane before. With his expert fingers stroking me and Simon’s cock in my pussy, his thumb buried in my ass, I lose it completely. I scratch at the hood of my car as I fly over.

Simon’s right there with me, burying his face in my neck as he spills inside me. He grips my hips hard with both hands, holding me tight against his groin as his cock continues to pulse. I lay gasping, my cheek to the hood, staring into Jude’s eyes as he props himself on one elbow and gazes intently back at me. He strokes my cheek, then leans in, kissing me again, slowly this time.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he says. “Will you come home with us?”

My heart pounds just a little harder. As sated as I am, the tangle in my belly leaves me at odds on how to answer. I’m desperate to know everything, but terrified of what I’ll learn.

“Don’t you have to work?” I ask.

Simon pats my ass as he pulls out, then tugs my dress back down to cover me. My ruined panties fall to the ground, and he bends to pick them up. I don’t miss the private smile on his face when he tucks them into his pocket.

“We’re due a night off,” Jude says. “I think, under the circumstances, Chloe will understand. So… will you?”

Somehow I’m looking for another excuse to say no, which is ridiculous. I can’t claim curfew, because I’m old enough not to have one anymore. My parents think I’m with Casey, so it wouldn’t be weird if I texted to say I’m staying over with her. As far as I know, nobody in the neighborhood is aware of her situation with Max and Rick. She claims they’re super-careful about how they appear in public. She lives on campus with a female roommate, so it’s easy enough to keep people in the dark. I wonder if her roommate knows…

But I don’t like keeping secrets, especially from my parents, and I don’t want to lie to the twins either. I clench my eyes shut. “Ugh, yes. I want to. But I’m letting my parents know where I am. I’m not leaving it to chance this time.”

Simon frowns. “Sarah, do they really need to know?”

“No, but the alternative is lying to them, which I promised myself I’d never do again after last time. If they can’t deal with it, it won’t change anything, but they deserve to know.”

I push past him and open my car door, reaching in for my phone where I left it on the driver’s seat.

I send a quick text, but don’t wait for a reply. When I glance up, both twins are staring at my phone.

“What’d you tell them?” Jude asks.

“That I ran into you guys and I’m going home with you to finally talk about what happened three years ago. They can infer whatever they want from it. I also said I might not be home tonight, and not to worry.”

They glance at each other, and their hesitation is palpable. I can’t help but laugh. “Guys, you were impulsive enough to bend me over my car just now and fuck me. Why does this scare you?”

“We haven’t exactly associated with many people as straightlaced as your folks in a really long time,” Simon says. “As much as I love the fact that you seem to be way more independent now than you were back then, it still terrifies me.”

“Well, I’ve been the model of a perfect daughter for the past three years. I feel like I’ve earned some trust. I don’t plan to destroy it again by doing shit behind their backs. If you two can’t deal with it, then I guess I can just go home.”

I climb into my car and start the engine.

“Wait!” Jude bends down and peers in at me. “Follow us, okay? Don’t go home. I’m afraid if you do, I’ll never see you again.”

I melt a little at the desperate quaver in his voice. He still can’t tell when I’m bluffing, but when I glance at Simon, the slight smile he gives me tells me he knows I’m full of it.

“Okay,” I sigh. “Lead the way.”

Part II

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