Page 12 of The Boys Next Door

The raw need on his face seared through her, arrowing straight down to her creamy cunt stretched around his cock. He grunted as she spasmed around him.

“Wrap your legs around his back.” Dazed, she followed Brendan’s directions, and gasped as Ian’s cock sank even deeper into her clasping pussy. “That’s it.” Brendan stroked her hair with a comforting hand. “It’ll get easier, Di.” Ian flexed his hips, starting to pull back. “Ian, give her a minute before you move.”

“You’ve always been bossy, Brendan.” Diana couldn’t help it. Her breath was coming fast, the twin she thought she couldn’t stand had just taken her virginity, her pussy clung to his cock like she never wanted it to leave, and the twin she’d always considered at least somewhat trustworthy had seduced her into a threesome — with his brother. The moment was already crazy enough, and the words just popped out. “Looks like you haven’t changed.”

Both twins burst out laughing. Ian actually buried his head in her shoulder as his body shook. Each pant thrust his cock into her, sending twinges through her cunt that half-hurt, half-felt good, but she didn’t care.

She was laughing too, and the way her pussy squeezed Ian’s cock with each burst of laughter just made her laugh harder. It felt good to laugh as the three of them.

“Missed you, Di,” Brendan whispered above her.

His hands slid over her shoulders to massage her breasts. She whimpered as he expertly rolled her nipples, or maybe it was because Ian was moving now, working his cock in and out of her clinging tightness with tiny thrusts that sent sparks through her pussy and out to her trembling thighs.

“I missed you too,” she whispered back. “So much.”

Her eyes met Ian’s again. He was still staring at her, propped up on his elbows. She wondered if he’d missed her. Or if she’d missed him.

She wanted to ask why he’d ignored her, but now his lips met hers, crushing her mouth in a kiss as he lengthened his strokes. His movements felt better and better as she relaxed around his cock, hugging it with warmth. Brendan’s palms still kneaded her breasts, sandwiched between her and Ian’s chest.

“Ian,” she whispered into his mouth. His tongue was so hot, thrusting into her mouth, mimicking his thrusts into her pussy.

“Push back,” he whispered.

Experimentally, Diana raised her hips to meet him. Oooh. That felt good. Ian groaned. Every time he thrust into her, he ground against her pussy, rubbing her clit, and fire was building between her legs.

Brendan’s fingers pinched her nipples, harder than she would expected from him. Her thighs were shaking again as she lifted her hips, trying to match Ian’s movements. Trying to fuck him back. Meeting him now on every thrust, the intense sensations twice as powerful.

“Oh god, Ian—“ She grabbed his muscled ass instinctively, urging him further into her.

“Yesssss,” he hissed. “This is the real you, isn’t it, Diana?” He pumped her cunt faster, forcing the breath out of her in little gasps. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, dizzy again. “I’ve thought about us like this…about Brendan…about the three of us…”

“Fuck,” Ian groaned, spearing her tightening pussy. Brendan pinched her nipples firmly, making her cry out as Ian thrust deeply into her cunt. He was coming, she realized, a little stunned. He grabbed her, wrapping her firmly in his powerful arms and pulling her tight against his body while he plunged into her pussy again and again.

His low groans made her gasp along with him, their chests heaving in rhythm together. Diana buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to his muscled back as he grunted with pleasure. She felt stretched impossibly wide around his cock, moving in and out of her tingling pussy more slowly until he collapsed on top of her, his cheek pressed against hers.

Ian withdrew all too soon, on a slippery stream of cream. She was more relieved than she wanted to admit when he lay down next to her and kissed her again. As his tongue moved in her mouth — lazily now — familiar, yet unfamiliar hands worked their way up her calves, stroking her thighs, then firmly opening her legs, spreading her pussy wide.

Again, a cock prodded her entrance. This time, it slipped in easily as she moaned, sinking into her pussy in one long thrust.

Brendan’s hands slid to her ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting her slightly off the ground. She could only gasp into Ian mouth’s as Brendan fucked her easily with long, slow, deep strokes, bringing her ass up to meet his cock on each thrust. She felt like she was completely in his hands, exhausted, soaked, and spread open, one arm clinging to Ian and the other reaching up to Brendan to find his shoulder.

“Ian did such a good job opening you up,” Brendan murmured. Oh God. A shiver of excitement tightened her pussy. “Nice,” he murmured. “You feel amazing, sweetness. I love fucking you so deep.”

Her ass clenched in his hands. He wasn’t kidding. She’d thought Ian had gone deep, but Brendan was nudging her cervix with every stroke. Not hard, but enough for her to feel it.

“Brendan— uhhh—“ she groaned. She clutched his back with one hand. Ian found her other hand and laced his fingers through it. She found herself squeezing his hand, hard. “Too much—“

His strokes eased off, just a little, and she sighed with relief.

“It hurts? Or it’s just uncomfortable?”

“The second,” she panted.

Ian was sucking on her neck now, one of her breasts filling his hand. She didn’t want to think about how many hickeys they’d given her. “Baby,” he was whispering in her ear. “Your tits are so fucking amazing.”

“Then relax,” Brendan crooned. She let herself focus on his voice, on Ian’s hands and mouth on her body. “Trust us. I promise, you can do it. Let me in, Diana. Let me in deep.”

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