Page 15 of The Boys Next Door

Diana studied him. Suddenly, she understood. “When you’ve gotten in trouble — like in high school, when you pulled that prank that got you suspended, Brendan was involved too, wasn't he? And you took the fall.” Ian just stared at her, so she pushed on. “I bet you always do. And you guys have an agreement about it. You're the bad twin. He’s the good twin. That’s what everyone sees.”

“Mmmmpphhh,” came a soft grunt from behind her. The mattress creaked. Diana, startled, tried to grab the sheet as it slipped away. No use. Brendan was turning over in his sleep, pulling all the blankets with him and tucking them under his body.

She was completely exposed now, but Ian’s expression dared her not to grab the sheet back from Brendan. His eyes flicked down her body, drinking in her bare curves, then back to her face. Her skin began to prickle.

“It’s always worked for us,” he said finally.

Did she want to know? She didn't want to know. Instead she touched her fingertip lightly to the freckle under his eye. He blinked at her. Going on instinct, she moved in to kiss him.

She couldn't say why -- she just needed to, and as Ian's eyes widened, clearly surprised, he slowly brought a hand up to cup the back of her head. Another hand cupped the curve of her bare ass, pulling her closer.

Then she saw the spiders.

“Ian…?” Five of them, just waiting on the sheet by her naked arm and breast. And she'd been about to roll over onto them. She was not going to shriek. She was a big girl who didn't freak out over bugs. “There are spiders in the bed—“

When she met his eyes, that wide-eyed look of innocent concern, she knew the truth.

“You immature little shit,” she hissed, grabbing the plastic spiders and throwing them in his face. Ian rocked with silent laughter, mashing his head against the pillow. Behind her, Brendan shifted in his sleep, and she started when his hard body nudged hers. “I can't believe you still have these.”

“Saved them in case you ever slept over again. Since you liked them so much the first time.”

Ian reached out and pinched her nipple firmly, and Diana’s retort was swallowed in a gasp. Her head swam as he tweaked the hard bud between his fingers. Twinges of pleasure radiated out from her nipple. All she could think about now was wanting — no, needing more of his touch.

Instinctively, she arched her back, thrusting her full firm breast into his hand.A slow smile spread over his face.

“What do you want, bad girl?” he said in a low voice. “Ask for it.”

Oh God. “Touch my breasts, Ian,” she murmured, blushing. He just raised his eyebrows. “Please—“

Large hands closed over her firm globes, squeezing them, thumbing her tight nipples assuredly.

“You want me to feel you up, don’t you, baby? You like having your tits played with.”

“Yesssss,” she whispered. The crude words just made her nipples harden even more against Ian’s palms as he fondled her breasts. What were they doing? Last night was one thing, but now — they hadn’t even kissed, and she couldn’t blame this on the fuzz of alcohol or soft darkness or anything else except total lust…

In a second, she was on her back, shuddering as Ian caressed her sensitive flesh knowledgeably. Her tender pussy ached with arousal. She’d always been used to hiding her breasts, hoping no one would notice them, even hating their size. Now, it felt so good to enjoy Ian’s attentions that her breath caught in her throat. She squeezed his shoulders, moaning softly.

As if he could read her mind, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You have the most gorgeous fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”

She flushed with pleasure. This was Ian, she had to remind herself. Ian, who’d probably seen more gorgeous tits than he could keep track of. Ian, who was kneading her breasts now, burying his face in them, sucking on her large rosy nipples with firm tugs of his warm lips and tongue. Her hands tangled in his thick brown hair. She relaxed under his busy mouth, her legs opening. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his engorged cock, pressing into the bed, looking so inviting.

“And you haven’t changed,” she managed. Teeth closed over her sensitive nipple, and she jumped. “What’s next? Dirt in my lunchbox? Ice down my shirt?”

He just smirked at her, gave her breasts a final possessive squeeze, and reached over his shoulder to the nightstand behind him. Something clinked against glass, and before she could see what it was, icy cold met her puckered nipple. Hot lips stifled her yelp as Ian dragged the ice cube over her smooth belly, making her jerk and kick.

“Ian—“ she tried to gasp into his mouth. He rolled on top of her. One knee opened her quivering legs and held her in place.

Brendan shifted next to her, stretching, his muscular body pressing firmly against her. How was he snoozing through this? He’d always been a deep sleeper, but…

No. He wasn’t sleeping. A heavy hand caressed her thigh, soothing her as Ian teased her mercilessly with the ice cube. Diana wriggled, but she couldn’t move. The twins had wedged her between them. Rivulets of water streamed down her sides, ice trailed up to tease her other breast, and she groaned as jolts of excitement ran down her body. She couldn’t help clinging to Ian, her fingers digging into his broad back.

“Thanks for the good idea,” he whispered in her ear. Before she could argue, his tongue sank into her mouth again. Warm juice trickled from her pussy as melting cold tickled under her arm. Brendan’s hand gently pulled her thigh open, his fingers massaging closer and closer to her heated core. And— she cried out into Ian’s kiss when the ice cube suddenly slid between her cunt lips.

“Uhhh — Ian —“ She writhed under his hard body as he pushed the ice cube against her aching opening. “Too much—“

“That’s what you said last night,” he whispered. “And you came so fucking hard.”

“I’m sore,” she whispered, her face flushing.

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