Page 31 of The Boys Next Door

“Hey, Diana!” Marissa’s kitchen door swung open. “Everything okay in there? Did you eat all the food?”

Rubbing her warm cheeks, Diana put the peanut butter back in the pantry, scooped up some snacks at random, and carried them outside to her friends. The food disappeared as soon as she set it down.

“Let’s toast that fine hall of academic excellence.” Someone raised a red plastic cup.

“Hall of academic bullshit, you mean.”

“Things I learned in high school: boys drool.”

“Because they didn’t drool before that?”

Things she’d learned Sunday night: that frantically pulling the twins’ clothes off while Brendan unzipped her skirt and Ian tossed her bra aside could actually work. That passing watermelon mouth to mouth, the juice running down her chin, was sexier than she ever would have guessed. That Ian crushing chunks of fruit over the heavy swells of her breasts and rubbing it in, while Brendan licked his way down her body, was even sexier.

“Total freedom,” said one of her friends said dreamily. “This is what summer feels like.”

Yes,thought Diana, feeling the ground press against her back.This is what summer feels like.

Brendan's hot mouth between her legs, tonguing her dripping pussy, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm while she moaned and pleaded around Ian’s cock; Ian looking down at her, his eyes half-closed, as she sucked his thick rod — not teasing, not talking dirty, not begging, just staring at her movements in the darkness of the treehouse; warm cum splashing suddenly onto her full breasts and Ian's grunts of satisfaction; Brendan filling her juicy cunt and fucking her firmly under his brother’s gaze, then pulling out and spurting more streams of cum on her smooth stomach, because she’d asked — asked! — him to…

Afterward, she’d sprawled on the blankets heaped in the treehouse, exhausted. Her skin was sticky with watermelon juice, the twins’ fluids, and her own cream. Brendan swung himself down the tree to get towels from the dark house, while Ian’s tongue played in her mouth, one hand wrapped in her hair and the other resting on her ass.

She’d expected him to make some crack about what a hot mess she was, and with the little corner of her mind that could still think straight, she started to get a retort ready. But neither of them had said anything at all.

Before she knew it, she’d felt the sudden touch of soft wet cloth rubbing over her breasts and belly, wiping her skin clean. Brendan was back with the towels. He’d gently but firmly parted her thighs, holding them open while he told Ian to take care of her pussy, and she’d jumped and moaned when the warm cloth brushed her swollen lips, sponging her own juices off her thighs and cunt while Ian teased her about her self-control and told her to hold still…

God, by the time he was done, she was more dripping wet than before. Brendan spread her lips, massaging her juices all over her pussy from behind.

“I’m proud of you, Di,” he murmured in her ear. “You started this tonight. We're here because of you. You've already come such a long way.”

He wrapped his hand around her knee and crooked it upward. As she opened her legs eagerly, Ian nestled the head of his thick cock against her tender opening. One push and he sank right in.

Diana rolled over in the grass, her whole body throbbing at the memory. She was hearing her friend's voice. Her name.

“What? What did you say?” she giggled. It was suddenly completely hilarious that she had to ask.

“Your neighbors. The hot ones. Are they around this summer? Diana lives next door to the O'Brian twins,” Marissa announced to the circle, fanning herself to demonstrate the level of hotness.

“Oh, I remember them.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Jocks,” someone said dismissively.

“How do you even concentrate with them next door to you?”

“I’m used to them.” Diana kicked her legs in the grass. She couldn’t hold back her laughter. “They’re basically my big brothers. We grew up with each other.” Everyone was looking at her like they expected more. “When I see them, you know, I just think about — about —“ she fished around for a random innocent memory — “them being eight years old and racing around the neighborhood in superhero costumes on Halloween.”

She’d raced around with them too, dressed like a mashup of Snow White and a cat. Ian had swiped all her Snickers bars, she remembered, and Brendan had worked out a deal with him to give them back — except the two Ian had already eaten.

In fact, now that she thought about it, the twins had been busy with a lot of deals when they were kids. Agreements — that was it. They never fought; they came to agreements.

“Whatever.” Janelle’s voice broke in. “I’d do either of them in a heartbeat, and I don't even care which one. How sick is that?”

“I’d go for them both at the same time,” Marissa said dramatically. “I’m not even kidding.”

Shrieks bounced around the circle. “Marissa, you are so dirty!”

“Could you even tell them apart once they’ve taken their clothes off?”

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